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'[OnlyFans Channel Snags 100-Million-Won Donation]'
What's this article?
Been lurking on OnlyFans so much, it's throwing all kinds of wild stuff at me.
'One channel got a 100-million-won donation in one go, causing a stir.
A famous rich Chinese backer dropped it.
Big donors are flooding in, blowing the OnlyFans scene up dozens of times.
Netizens are like, "Unfair!" "This how you make bank now?" all salty and shook.'
Holy shit, 100 million in one shot?
China's on another level. Or maybe just rich folks.
Could *we* pull in a whale like that?
100 million would clear Yoo In-ha's debt in a snap. No way they'd hit *our* channel, but…
'[Recommended Article!]'
Whoops, almost smashed that like button.
How do you even get Chinese tycoons?
Just keep filming, and they roll in?
Korean channels probably don't get that love. Maybe if we go full Chinese vibe—qipao, cheongsam, some clickbait shit…
Too sellout?
'Hmm…'
Or I rock a taegeuk fit, make Juha wear a Chinese flag outfit for thumbnails.
Chinese netizens would *lose it*!
'Korea is merely a Chinese's province!'
'Take that video down or taste the great nation's wrath!'
'Scared of the big dogs?'
I can already taste the chaos.
Just imagining the comments is hilarious.
'Damn.'
Am I unhinged?
Mind's slipping. Getting rekt at home's frying my brain…
'Ugh.'
Staring out the bus window.
Heading home. Sunset paints the road, cars clogging it up.
"Donations? There's donations?"
Yoo In-ha got hyped about the donation feature.
Big donations could speed up the payback, she said.
Kinda motivated.
Better than her moping ass…
'[Calendar Reminder! Filming Scheduled]'
'[Calendar Reminder! Filming Scheduled]'
Fuck off, notifications.
Second filming day… already?
Push it back, and I'm banging every two days, so I locked in a date.
"Hah…"
My dick's not my own anymore…
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*Swipe.*
Front door.
Dead quiet, weirdly.
No Pohang Port vibes blaring.
They not here?
*Beep.*
TV's on inside.
Dark-ass living room, just the screen glowing.
Fuck, they're here.
"Pumas sprint across the blue Serengeti with fierce energy."
Who watches this shit?
Puma charging across the plains.
Yoo In-ha's glued to it, face blank.
Why's she into *this*?
*Gulp gulp.*
Table's a warzone—booze bottles, snack wrappers everywhere.
She's gone full emo. Bitcoin crash fucked her up?
*Hic.*
She's chugged half the fancy whiskey Juha got.
Drunker than usual, looking straight-up feral…
'Fuck.'
One wrong move, and she's carving me up.
I tiptoe, dropping my bag, slinking to my room.
*Glance…* Her eyes burn into my back.
Why so creepy, dude…
*Click.*
Bag down, I check last week's haul.
Condoms, lube, ready for filming.
All set, but… can we even shoot today? She's radiating "I'll end you" vibes…
"Hoo…"
Scared to open the door.
My house… MY HOUSE!
*Click.*
She's still there, glaring at the TV in the dark.
Lights off make it creepier.
"Yoo In-ha…"
Her head swivels, slow and menacing.
Eyes screaming, *Pick a fight, I dare you.*
If Bitcoin's creator was here, she'd rip his throat out…
"Condoms."
"H-Here…"
I slide them onto the shelf like I'm defusing a bomb.
Maybe the booze softened her? Less tense than last time.
No "this sucks" vibe, just pure rage mode…
"0.01 Ultra-Thin Condom."
"Silky Smooth, Maximum Feel."
…
She scans the pack, locking eyes with me.
I hid the label on purpose!
T-This one had the best reviews, swear!
"Feeling fancy, huh?"
"N-No way…"
Keep it cool, don't crack.
She sighs, standing up.
*Flinch*—thought she was gonna kick my ass.
*Slide.*
She shoves the shelf aside, clearing the floor.
Living room's wide open now.
Just the TV's glow in the dark.
'Camera's…'
Mounted up top.
When'd that get there? Juha must've set it up today. Quick with the shady stuff…
'My poor house…'
Now a damn film set.
Feeling like trash, I clasp my hands and wait like a good boy.
She flips on the camera, rubbing her forehead, plopping back down.
Rage is hitting her hard.
Second shoot, so yeah, makes sense.
"Hah…"
She checks the gear, snapping her fingers.
"Get ready."
…My dick's limp as hell, shriveled from pure terror.
She sighs, grabbing it like it's a toy.
"Get it up, now."
Like I can just *will* it hard…
She starts messing with it, and it slowly wakes up.
Staring me down while she works it—drunk eyes make it swell fast.
"Hmm…"
Damn, rock-solid today.
She gives it a few tugs, then adjusts her shorts.
Checking herself… probably not in the mood.
"Hah—"
Sighing, she slides her shorts off slow.
Her pale legs glow in the dim light.
I swallow hard. Why's my heart racing?
"Hoo."
She gets into a weird half-crouch, waiting, muttering,
"Hurry up."
Position's kinda hilarious.
Ass out, toes twitching, waiting for me.
My dick's practically throbbing now.
Arms buzzing, I grab a condom.
Squirt some lube…
'…Hng…'
This condom's *nice*.
Fancy ones hit different.
Slips on like a glove, hips already shaking.
"Hoo…"
She's tense, breathing shaky.
Kinda… out of it today.
Maybe the booze? Less fight in her…
"Lights… need 'em for the shot…"
"Hah…"
Wait, is it even recording right?
It's rolling, but too dark to see shit…
If it's just a black screen, Yoo In-ha's jumping off a roof…
"Fuck…"
She stumbles, fishing for something.
W-What? That black bag from earlier… she grabbing it?
Not putting it over *my* head, right?
"Wanna die…"
She drags the bag over, collapsing back down.
Opening it, sighing like she's done.
W-What's she up to?
"Just wanna die…"
W-Why's *she* using it?
She pulls the bag over her head, groaning.
What, just chilling with a bag on?
Or is the light gonna break her brain…?
"Turn on the light…"
"Uh… yeah…"
That's new… threw me off.
Whatever, she'll deal…
Bag probably doesn't block much, but…
*Click.*
Light flicks on, room half-lit.
Bulb's old, kinda dim.
I glance at Yoo In-ha—she twitches.
"…"
She grabs the bag, doubling it over her face.
N-Now she *really* can't see…
Seems to calm her, hands falling limp.
Like an ostrich burying its head… why's that the image?
'Hmm…'
Why's this kinda hot?
Feels like I could do anything, and bad ideas creep in…
S-Shake it off.
Hoo…
I grip my dick, sliding under her again.
Her little shivers from the rustling hit like electricity.
Fully hard now… gotta prep or something…
I lift her legs, and she lets out a "Hah, fuck…"
Too late to back out now…
Looking down, her shorts are barely off, legs trembling.
Hoo…
Pale skin, smooth as hell…
Neatly trimmed, perfect curves.
F-First time seeing her this close.
Skin's pale, but there's a soft flush.
No wonder she's freaking out—it's like a damn masterpiece.
I'd hide it too… should've dodged that crash…
I ease closer, teasing her with a nudge.
"Uh…"
W-Why's it so tight? Barely budges even with lube.
Everything's… delicate.
How'd I even manage last time?
"…You started?"
"Not yet…"
"Just do it already…"
Says that while shaking, hands clasped tight…
I press closer, slick from lube.
*Chup.* It's slippery now.
Feels warm…
"Condom's on, right?"
"Y-Yeah…"
Not yet, but…
I'll slip it on before going further…
For a second, I wanted to just dive in, but I held back.
Guess I'm a jerk too… how do you resist this?
*Pluuch.*
Hoo…
Thrusting inside her, I feel the heat.
Can't tell if she's ready…
Fingers would confirm, but she'd rip that bag off and deck me…
Just a little tease…
*Chudek.*
T-Tight…
So damn tight…
Thought it'd be easier after last time, but it's like a vice…
Even just brushing, it's pushing back.
How's it *this* tight? Like it's daring me to try.
"Ah… ugh…"
She's holding back noises…
Better than before, no pained grunts…
I ease in a bit, and it grips with a *chup*.
"Ugh…"
H-Hoo…
Just a nudge, and it's intense…
Almost pulls me in.
C-Calm down…
Barely in, I circle slowly, testing. Maybe slicker now…
"C-Condom's on, right?"
"Y-Yeah…"
S-She feels *that* much?
I flinch but keep teasing, watching.
Just playing at the edge feels wild…
What if I just went for it…?
The view's driving me nuts.
S-Slightly more…
"Hnng… ugh…"
S-Something's different…
Way different from others…
Her grip's insane, pulsing hard.
Hah… wanna just go for it…
I pause, circling slowly.
Hoo… ugh…
Her hand twitches on the bag, breath hitching.
S-Slow's too good… raw would be insane…
"Hah… hak…"
I'm drooling…
If I hadn't blown earlier, I'd be done…
Yoo In-ha… her pale skin… too damn hot.
Thought skinny wasn't my thing, but her curves are dizzying.
Every chick's got her own charm…
"Gotta… put the condom on…"
Just teasing feels too good… wanna stay here…
I pull back, breathing hard.
*Chidek.*
Weird sound—she gasps softly, hand on her forehead.
"Wait…"
Quietly…
Ribbed condom? She'd murder me.
Textured one… this cool? Got some grip. I slide it on slow.
Hoo…
Smoother than last time… slick, snug…
Way thinner. Last one was like a tire, felt like my dick would pop. This one's perfect.
Old condom was like grinding sandpaper…
"Hoo…"
Thin's the way to go…
I grab my dick, lifting her legs again.
Her tense, trembling legs know I'm not messing around…
*Chub.*
I pull her, easing closer…
Line up the condom's tip.
Her frantic breathing fills the room.
"Hnng… ugh…"
S-Smoothly… in…
I slide in slow, feeling her react.
Her trembling frame…
H-Halfway… feels way better… thin makes it electric…
"Hnng… hup…"
She squirms, reacting.
D-Does it hurt? No *ugh ugh* like before…
Just halfway…
"Hoo… hoo…"
Her breathing's loud as hell.
Hold up…
I wiggle my hips, urging her open.
*Chup… chup…*
Now… the rest…
I push faster than before.
Almost all in… the exposed tip tickles in the air.
Little more…
I press harder, pulling her legs.
*Hah, hup*—her body jolts hard.
*Chak.*
H-Hoo…
It connects, sticking with a sound.
Her fingers claw the floor, frantic.
S-So tight… this is the real deal…