My Boss's Private Account

Episode 3: Private Call

The morning sunlight streamed into the cramped bedroom. Melda stirred awake, feeling as exhausted as if she'd been to war. Her body ached all over, not from hard work, but from the tension of "acting out an imaginary love scene" last night.

She got up to check her bank account balance once more to be sure. The five-digit figure resting quietly in her banking app made her let out a small squeal.

"I'm free! Mom's debt, credit card debt, all cleared!"

But her excitement didn't last long as a notification from the Velvet Live app sounded.

It wasn't a live stream alert, but a 'private message'.

Normally, a regular VJ can't chat privately with a User unless that User has accumulated spending to the 'Diamond Tier' level, which is over 5 million coins. In Melda's live streaming history, only one person had achieved this.

[System Message]: You have received a new message from 'The Emperor'.

Her small hand trembled as she pressed to read it, her heart pounding with the fear that he might be asking for his money back.

[The Emperor]: You did well last night... but not well enough.

[The Emperor]: I've transferred an additional 5 million coins. Check your balance.

Melda's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Five million coins! That's over twenty-thousand dollars! Is he crazy or just so rich that he uses money like toilet paper? But the next message that popped up made her freeze.

[The Emperor]: But it's not for free. Tonight at 10 PM, I want a Private Call.

[The Emperor]: Be prepared. I don't like shy girls. I like someone who knows what she's doing, and you can't refuse because I've already bought your time.

Melda turned pale. Private Call!

It's a top-tier feature where a VJ and a User video call privately one-on-one without anyone else seeing, which is mostly just a fancy way of saying 'online s*x work'!

"You're screwed, Mel... totally screwed. Know what she's doing? How can I know what I'm doing? I've never even had a boyfriend!"

The young woman flopped onto her bed, writhing in panic. She couldn't refuse because the money was already in her account. To actually do it... she was at a loss.

"Alright! If I've never done it in real life, then I'll have to rely on guides and experts!"

...

*12:30 PM at the company canteen*

The cafeteria was bustling with the sound of employees on their lunch break. Melda, in her usual nerdy IT getup, sat in a corner eating alone as usual, one hand holding a spoon, the other gripping a phone with earphones plugged in tightly.

She wasn't watching Korean dramas like the other girls in her department; she was watching 'How to' guides from 18+ forums and adult clips to study.

"Mmm... Ahh... Oh yes, daddy..."

The moans from the adult film seeped through her earphones, making Melda blush deeply, her face almost touching her plate. She tried to memorize every detail intently.

...Oh, I need to make this kind of face.

...When a guy tells me to do that, I need to twist my body at this angle.

...The moans need to have some rhythm, not just quack like a duck.

She picked up a small notebook and began jotting down notes intently, as if she were working on a doctoral thesis.

1. Lightly bite your lower lip when instructed (boosts sexiness by 20%)

2. Eyes should look at the camera with bedroom eyes (like you're sleepy but actually teasing)

3. Throw in some dirty talk (The Emperor is into the hardcore stuff)

"Excuse me, please!"

A male employee called out to make way. Melda jumped in surprise and quickly looked up to see a group of executives walking through the cafeteria towards the private elevator.

Leading the group was President Alan, a tall, elegant young man in a dark gray suit, his face handsome and smooth like a sculpture. He walked past the table where she was sitting without even glancing at her.

To him, she was practically invisible, or at most, an obstacle in his path.

"Mr. President, the budget summary documents..." a beautiful secretary ran after him.

"Put them on my desk. I have a headache and don't want to talk to anyone right now," Alan replied curtly, his face looking irritated and restless, as if he hadn't slept well. Because he was up late watching the live stream last night!

Melda breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't turn to scold her like the day before. She watched the broad back of her boss disappear into the elevator.

"Ugh, so strict. How can someone be so good-looking but have such a bad attitude?" she muttered before returning her attention to her phone screen.

Little did she know... the man she just criticized for having a bad attitude was the same 'The Emperor' who would be confronting her tonight!

...

*22:00. Time for the Private Call*

Melda's bedroom was transformed once again. Dim red lights were turned on to create a seductive ambiance. Melda wore an even more revealing outfit, a fiery red lace see-through piece that barely covered anything. But she still wore a mask and set the camera angle to show only from her chin down to her chest to avoid any embarrassing mishaps.

Ding... Ding...

The video call ringtone sounded, her heart pounding almost to the point of bursting. She took a deep breath, recalling the lessons she had noted down earlier in the day.

'Bite the lip, bedroom eyes, seductive voice.'

"Hello?"

The deep voice of a man came from the other end. His screen was completely dark, with only heavy breathing indicating he was waiting.

"Hello, Daddy..." Melda replied in the sexiest voice she could muster. "I've been waiting for you."

"Did you prepare well today?" he asked briefly, his voice unusually hoarse, sounding intimidating enough to give her goosebumps.

"Of course..." She began to run her fingers along her chest according to the script. "I did my homework just for you, Daddy."

"Then let's start," Alan's voice grew firmer. "Please yourself for me... without using your hands."

Melda froze.

What?! No hands? Then what should she use? The notes she took didn't cover this! The clips she watched earlier only involved hands or someone else doing it.

Panic began to set in, but the deep voice from the other end urged her further.

"Can't do it? Or should I teach you?"

The word 'teach' made her skin crawl.

Melda decided to improvise. She slowly pressed her slender legs together, twisting her hips on the chair while letting out soft moans in her throat.

"Mmm... Daddy... I'm feeling it..."

She used the friction of her thighs and the tension in her abdomen to mimic the actions of someone about to climax.

But it seemed 'The Emperor' was onto her.

"Don't try to deceive me with your performance." His voice grew stern, as intimidating as when he gave orders at the office.

"If you don't make it more realistic, I'll stop supporting you and demand all my money back."

The threat worked. Melda gritted her teeth.

Alright! You want it realistic, don't you?

She reached for the adult toy, which is a vibrating egg that a fan had sent her through the mail, but she had never used.

She fumbled to unwrap it, her hands trembling, before turning on the switch until it buzzed, then slowly slipped her hand beneath the fiery red lace outfit.

"I'll use this... instead of Daddy's fingers."