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Chest/Accessories/Liquid | 22:30-23:00
A honey-hued chest nearly filled the entire computer screen. The muscles there, while not bearing the distinct marks of dedicated training, were clearly defined, natural, firm, and well-proportioned, gleaming with a healthy sheen under the lighting.
A few droplets of sweat traced the curve of the neck before finally pausing at the lower edge of the chest, trembling precariously like dew clinging to the tips of wheat awns, exuding a raw, vibrant, and wild physicality.
After a close-up focused on the chest for nearly five minutes, the person on the screen finally moved. He pushed the recording camera forward slightly, allowing more of the scene to gradually enter the frame.
However, what appeared on either side of the pectoral muscles wasn't more exposed skin, but a crisp white shirt. The first few buttons were completely undone, the collar deliberately pulled toward the shoulders, crumpled into soft folds.
Akk’s throat finally moved, completing the swallow he’d unconsciously paused mid-motion due to tension. He pinched the hem of his own shirt, a flicker of disappointment passing through him.
The more stimulating and erotic images he had envisioned did not materialize. Yet he did not lose patience, only tapping the keyboard with trembling fingers before pressing the send key in sync with his next swallow.
[Very nice shirt.]
It was his genuine thought, even though… it was just an ordinary white shirt, not even much different from the uniform shirt Akk himself was wearing. But Akk felt it suited the person on the screen perfectly.
This particular live-stream site had been introduced to Akk by Wat. It wasn't something Akk had asked for; Wat had loudly insisted on “broadening the horizons” of Akk, the self-proclaimed only virgin in their friend group, and had sent the link via Line completely unprompted.
On a sleepless late night, Akk had scrolled through his contact list, reluctant to disturb his boyfriend who had already said goodnight. Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he clicked the link…
It was exactly as Wat had described. Both streamers and viewers used anonymous modes. Each time you entered the site, your ID was randomly generated by the system. During the streams, comments from viewers were only visible to the streamer.
In short, this mysterious site was extremely private—exactly what Akk needed.
The live stream room he now found himself in had appeared in his recommended feed upon logging in. Unlike the explicitly graphic thumbnails of other rooms, it featured only a pure black screen with an starkly simple title: "Theme + Live Stream Time." It was so clinically detached it scarcely resembled a pornographic broadcast. Akk hesitated before clicking, but the next moment, a honey-toned chest filled his vision, anchoring him before the screen.
“Thank you. Want me to take it off? Just for you…”
The sudden sound from the speakers startled Akk out of his reverie. Whether a voice changer was used or not, the voice was low and gentle, making the tips of his ears burn. The speaker’s fingers moved to their waist, tracing circles around the still-fastened buttons with their index finger.
Akk hesitated. Was this directed at him? It did seem like a response to his recent compliment. But this stream likely had many viewers; surely praise was common. And…
Thoughts of his boyfriend sent a warm flow through his chest. To Akk, merely watching passively and actively engaging in commentary existed on different moral scales. He decided not to post anything else.
Suddenly, the screen trembled slightly as the streamer pulled the camera closer again, their chest once more dominating Akk’s view. Then, slender fingers holding a small black cylindrical bottle appeared in the center of the frame. Suggestively, they rolled the bottle along one collarbone before settling it in the cleft between their pectorals. A small mole rested just above the bottle, like a black moon suspended over an altar.
“Look at me. Only me.”
The small black bottle was uncapped. Almost before the deep words faded, the slender fingers tilted it inward.
At first, only a few drops of transparent, slightly viscous liquid welled up tentatively, tracing a slow path down the center of the chest. Then, the bottle was guided left and right along the upper curves of the pectorals.
More liquid poured out in its wake, first converging along the plump upper ridge into a glistening, crystalline line that shimmered with a faint radiance. Then, in the very next instant, the liquid broke through the surface tension, sliding down successively along the contours of the musculature. They meandered downward—some droplets falling rapidly, while others lingered reluctantly on the tender flesh for a longer moment, tracing moist and luminous trails in their wake.
In barely ten seconds, the once-smooth chest was glistening and translucent, like finely polished amber.
The scene left Akk's throat parched. He instinctively grabbed the bottled water from his desk and gulped directly from it, but his focus remained so intensely fixed on the movements on the screen that excess water spilled from the bottle's mouth, trickling down toward the collar of his shirt.
“Ah—” The cold liquid made him shiver slightly, but he barely registered his damp clothes, just grabbing a tissue to wipe roughly at the spot.
Was the lotion on the screen… this cold too? Or would it be slightly warm from skin heat? What would it feel like dripping onto skin? What would it feel like to touch…
The image of his boyfriend surfaced behind Akk’s eyes, making him swallow hard. If… if his boyfriend’s chest were slicked with this, letting him…
But Akk wanted to do nothing. He had no desire to knead or pinch, no intention of marring what felt like a work of art. He knew it was untouchable. He only needed to watch—though even his gaze felt somewhat transgressive. He only needed these moments of fantasy; that was enough.
The stream continued. In moments, the essential oil on the chest had been massaged evenly into the skin, and during the process, the muscles at the side of the chest were pressed firmly downward by fingers, leaving behind small, temporary indentations. However, they did not proceed with more explicitly sexual gestures like fondling. Instead, they retrieved a new prop from off-screen—a thin silver chain.
A necklace? Akk didn’t usually wear necklaces and wasn’t familiar with accessories, but this seemed a bit short.
In the next instant, the movement in the live stream made Akk's pupils contract. The person pinched one end of the thin chain with their fingers and unmistakably directed it toward their nipple. Their fingers obscured the details, preventing Akk from seeing how it was fastened, but judging by the shudder that ran through the body on screen in that moment, it undoubtedly involved a certain degree of pain.
The curved thin chain resembled a silver crescent, forming a bridge between the two pectorals. The chest, still glistening with recently applied essential oil, shone with a luminous sheen, while the streamer's nipples were a deeper hue than the surrounding skin, creating a stark contrast with the cool metallic silver of the chain.
When fingers lightly flicked one nipple, the entire chain trembled in response. faint, delicate clinking sounds seemed to transmit through the screen. The nipple and areola contracted slightly from the touch, rising and falling with each breath, each movement catching and reflecting the silver light, intertwining and swaying at the center of the screen.
“Mmm…”
A soft moan echoed from the stream, compelling Akk to reach out and touch the LCD monitor.
His fingertip landed right there—on the elliptical nipple, deformed by the dangling chain. His nail trembled, covering the spot where the silver chain clip must be, as if he were truly touching it across the void.
“Does it feel good to touch?”
The words startled Akk, making him jerk his finger back. He stared intently at the camera lens above the screen, scrutinizing it carefully. It wasn’t activated, and there was no magic that could allow someone else to peer across time and space to watch him. It must just be the streamer’s bluff—a line of flirtation meant to unsettle. Akk didn’t dwell on it further, though he also didn’t dare repeat the slightly transgressive act of touching the screen again.
The display of the silver chain wasn’t over. Next, the streamer extended two fingers, first very lightly pinching the center of the chain, then suddenly pulling it downward—
The chain instantly snapped taut. The delicate skin of the nipple and areola was sharply tugged. The nipple was forced to stiffen, pulled downward and deformed, stretched into a small, elongated shape like a fruit abruptly plucked. The previously relatively flat chest also arched forward slightly from the tension, forming a faintly trembling curve.
Akk held his breath.
Though no face had appeared during the stream, with this pull, the other’s neckline was exposed, stretched taut and straight, as if silently enduring, or perhaps lost in the sensation.
Akk should look away.
But that still-swaying silver chain, that stretched, twitching skin… suddenly reminded him of the time his boyfriend had thrown his head back laughing, the silver necklace around his neck swaying gently with the motion.
Two kinds of silver light. Two kinds of tremor.
Akk’s ears burned. He felt ashamed of his actions tonight. He should exit the stream immediately, or just slam the laptop shut, but…
“Please… watch until the end…”
The low voice carried a certain allure. Akk glanced at the time—only ten minutes remained in the stream. He bit his lip and took no action.
The streamer’s hands slowly covered their chest, abandoning the earlier slow, teasing motions to begin a performance of deliberate self-stimulation that bordered on cruelty.
His fingertips first traced slow circles along the outer curve of the chest, teasingly, almost as if testing the temperature of water. Then, suddenly, his palms pressed inward from the heel of the hand, closing firmly to grasp the full mound of flesh within his grip.
Though the chest wasn't particularly large, the motion still coaxed out soft, pliant curves. The silver chain swayed incessantly with each movement, slapping against the skin, creating the illusion that the flesh itself was trembling continuously.
His entire body leaned forward, fully displaying this act of lifting and presenting at the center of the screen. After holding still for a few seconds, he forcefully clenched his fingers, pushing upward from the base before suddenly pressing down again—alternating between tension and relaxation, each squeeze reshaping the soft flesh within his grasp.
Breasts repeatedly spilled from between the fingers, glistening wetly, almost escaping only to be pressed back more firmly. The forceful motions accidentally tugged at the silver chain.
"Ah—!" A sharp, uncontrolled cry broke through his earlier composure as the clamp on his right breast suddenly sprang open. The nipple, already reddened, swollen and hardened from the prolonged pressure, was now fully exposed, quivering in the air.
With one anchor point lost, the silver chain dangled even more obscenely. The links whipped upward with each kneading motion, striking against the chest repeatedly and leaving faint crimson marks on the skin.
The essential oil had long since soaked into every inch of skin, making everything slick and shiny, emitting faint, sticky, wet sounds with each movement. When ten fingers fully dug into the flesh again, thin, glistening strands of the viscous liquid stretched between fingers and chest, shimmering, refusing to break.
The skin on his chest was already covered with crescent-shaped marks from fingernails and red welts left by the chain's strikes. These crimson traces interlaced across the inflamed and swollen flesh, which now resembled a pair of overripe fruits played with to the point of bursting, forced to release their cloyingly sweet juice.
Hardening in tandem with the reddened, abused chest on screen was the painful erection straining against Akk’s trousers.
His breathing had unknowingly synced with the panting from the speakers. He could feel himself, thick and aching, sensitive against the rough fabric. Subconsciously, he clenched his thighs together, adjusting his posture, trying to ease the unbearable, unreleasable tension, only making the pressure more acute.
His hair was damp with sweat, beads trickling down his temples, but he was oblivious. His attention remained utterly captured by the trembling body on screen, by that glistening, marked chest. He was trapped in the oil’s stickiness, the silver chain’s sharp bite…
The silver chain. He thought of his boyfriend again. A sharp pang of guilt shot through his heart. He should have closed this long ago. Even if this was just virtual, anonymous teasing, he couldn't forgive himself for this loss of control over someone else's image. He even found himself striking his painfully hard length through the fabric of his pants, a futile attempt to dispel this shameful, mounting desire.
“Have you gotten hard for me?”
Akk found no redemption. A new prop appeared on screen—a pure white bottle, lifted and tilted by the streamer’s fingers. Instantly, a thick, milky-white liquid cascaded out, splashing onto the heated skin and streaming downward along the curves of muscle.
The fluid was viscous and turbid, flowing almost recklessly, reminiscent of thick semen. Fingers immediately glided over the chest, spreading the sticky substance. Some gathered around the swollen nipples, some seeped into the gaps of the silver chain, staining everything a milky shade.
Then he pinched one nipple between two fingers, lifting it gently. The slick emulsion stretched into thin, shimmering strands quivering mid-air before he released his grip, allowing them to fall back, splattering against his skin and even spattering in front of the camera.
His shoulders shifted, squeezing the liquid pooled on his chest. With each breath, some of the emulsion suspended in the deep cleft was forced downward, dripping relentlessly and thoroughly soaking his shirt. Amid the lewd display, the twisting motion caused his collar to slip further, exposing a glimpse of his shoulder.
“Have you come for me?”
An intense, violent wave of tingling shot down Akk’s spine. A suppressed gasp, tinged with the beginnings of a sob, finally escaped his lips. He felt the front of his underwear grow completely wet.
But he wasn't in the mind to deal with it. His eyes were fixed on that exposed glimpse of shoulder.
—There was a deep bite mark there.