Term had only been going for a few hours, but already Sung Myeong had successfully found her dorm room, chosen a bedroom; set up all her gaming gear, consoles, PC AND had already won several online games already.
The self-proclaimed gaming extraordinaire was resting her butt on a cushy bean-bag chair, a large bottle of soda by her left hand and a big bowl of chips by her right. During loading screens Sung would quickly gulp down some of her drink or slam a handful of chips in her mouth, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Some would say Sung was addicted to video games, she would rather call it “professional training” for when she took her gaming skills to serious events and would win cash prizes. But for now she was stuck in this stupid school earning her grades or whatever. At least she was refining her art.
Sung was a master at toying with her opponents, it was why she preferred male opponents, so easy to lure into a false sense of security or distract. Her silky-soft voice made her sound as innocent as a newborn puppy, but it was just an act. Each time she promised a pic or would give hint she might give her number out to someone, she was simply lulling them into a false sense of security. This was where her deadly finger-based motor skills would take over and the player would find themselves with a swift Game Over screen before they knew what had hit them. Hell Sung even did livestreams at points; it was easy really, all she had to do was play while wearing one of her more scandalous tops and people would line-up for an ass-whupping. That was what Sung chose to do with looks like hers.
She was flat out stunning. Smooth milky-white skin, slim eyes with a hint of mascara, long black hair with teal-green and vibrant yellow tips, big hulking breasts that strained even her more conservative tops and a thick booty that Sung always made sure was just visible in her camera’s shot. And Sung knew how to play her looks too, choosing angles that amplified her best features every time always had the same suckers returning for more. Although, things were not all coming up roses for the curvy girl.
She was getting pudgy, and Sung knew it. While at first the bulging assets were a blessing; but when a pot-belly shortly followed in their wake Sung sought to hide that particular part of her body from the camera, making sure not to wear crop-tops on days her video sessions would be on. Her thighs were getting kind of large as well; plus a double chin was beginning to appear every time she looked down.
And people noticed too. Not everyone was a fan of Sung using her figure and charms to get wins (not that she actually needed to), so when a few of her least favourite fans and rivals began to notice the effect bingeing on Buttercombe cuisine was having on her, they quickly began to refer to Sung as ”The fat girl who shows off on camera”. Sung’s true fans still defended her though; she was still just “Curvy” or “Thick” to most people, but how long would that continue for?
As Sung took another deep swig of soda a feint beep echoed from outside in the living room. It seemed her new roommate had arrived.
Sung paid no attention though, there was still 5 minutes of her match left to go after all! Much better use for her concentration than the arrival of some nobody.
“Hello? Anyone here? I can hear noises” came the muffled voice of the new girl before a knocking signalled they had found Sung’s little gamer cave.
She had not really bothered or cared enough to lock her door, so as the “intruder” knocked the door creaked open to reveal…
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