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- Hana -

I WALK ALONE ALONG the stone brick pavement to my lecture, weaving in between the strew of students who are also on their way to class. Unfortunately, it's a little bit of a walk due to the dice I rolled when I was choosing a lecture hall. Despite being slightly across campus from my office, I don't complain much, especially since winter is just around the corner.

A chill breeze ran through the trees lining the campus. Wrapped with pools of gold and rust colored leaves, their branches danced to the wind. Inhaling the calm, fresh air, an earthy aroma skimmed my nostrils, along with the tropical scent of my conditioned hair draping my face. I comb my hair away with my fingers, then continue to focus on my path towards my designated building for lecture.

"Hyung, did you see Peachy's stream last night?"

"Of course I did, who doesn't watch her?"

"Well, she gave me a shout out since I donated the most hearts!"

"That was you?! Fuck, congrats dude."

As the corners of my mouth curved upwards, I consciously added a slight strut to my heel-clicked walk. I'm glad you boys enjoyed my stream.

Yes, I'm the so-called "Peachy" these horny bastards are talking about. BJ PeachK1, the number one female broadcast jockey. However, I'm not your typical broadcaster who streams themself playing video games or just plainly hanging out with their viewers. My streams are X-Rated, meaning I exploit myself in an explicit manner in front of many not only for my pleasure, but for theirs as well. In addition, I receive monetary gifts in the form of "hearts" from my viewers. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a prostitute or a hooker. I'm not even stealing from these people. It's quite a mutual relationship, despite the fact that I hide behind a mask and a variety of wigs.

Once entering university, I moved out from under my parents' roof and into my own place. I was now completely independent. Of course, my parents helped me every now and then, but I had to pay for a majority of my expenses on my own. I acquired my first job as a convenience store employee, and I opted most of the time for night shifts since many people don't come in. Plus, I could juggle my school work whenever I wasn't doing anything.

After some time, I began to really fall back financially. I'm never able to pay tuition on time, I wasn't able to pay for my rent and bills, and I couldn't even afford myself at least a meal a day. I was exponentially decaying as the days rolled by. However, while I was at work, a few of my male peers came in to purchase some food. While they were in the back of the store, I overheard them talk about these girls who streamed themselves doing stuff that's very... raunchy. BJs, they called them? They also said they gave a girl money too, just so that she'll do whatever they wanted. At first, I thought it was disgusting for a girl to put herself through that, but now... It's one of my sources of income.

I arrived at the Humanities building, one of the newest buildings on campus. Four stories high, glass encompassed almost the entirety of the building, with exterior rectangular structures of black steel and long planks of oakwood─a modern design. I made my way up the marbled steps and entered inside through one of the glass double doors. Instantly, I noticed a small crowd of girls in the middle of the foyer, just past the comfortably furnished common area of charcoal leather sofas and ivory lounge chairs. All of them were on their phones and giggling to themselves, gossiping with one another as if they were anticipating something to happen. Rolling my eyes, I shook my head microscopically and walked past them, heading towards my class. Outside of my designated lecture hall were several more girls standing right up against the wooden double doors, peering into the room through the small, rectangular glass windows. I sigh, fucking annoyed that there were so many of them. Since none of these girls were recognizable and didn't seem like they were in my lecture, I decided to go up to them and give them a piece of my mind. Respectfully, of course.