Chapter 10
"So the three people watching my stream—or rather, my breasts—right now are all from the community, huh?"
<Yep. We came to request something vulgar, but we're looking at something even more vulgar right now.>
<For real lol. We came to see 2D, and who could've imagined we'd end up seeing Live 3D lololol>
<When I first came in, something other than the drawing caught my eye. How about swapping the sizes of the cam and the drawing?>
"Ugh, you vulgar bastards... Do you really like breasts that much?"
<Yep.>
<Of course. Why ask the obvious? Any man who doesn't like breasts like those should kill himself right now.>
<Not me. I'm not a pedo, but those are a little overwhelming.>
<You are a pedo, you fucking bastard.>
<I said I'm not! I just like them small and petite. No witch-hunting, okay?>
At the vulgar exchange between the viewers, I rested my chin in my hand and grumbled.
"Even if there aren't many viewers, this is a personal stream, not the community, you crazy bastards. If you want to circlejerk, go do it on the community."
<If you circlejerk on the community, you get beheaded immediately, though?>
<Wait, so if I screenshot you circlejerking here and post it, can we all get killed, including the streamer?>
<Witch-hunting an artist is a serious crime. And since there's proof you tried to stop us from circlejerking, only we will get killed, not the streamer, right?>
<Too bad, so sad.>
Something was strange.
In the novel I'd read before, at least one normal viewer had come in.
Why did my stream feel like watching a tiny community site instead of an actual broadcast?
I had only started streaming today, so I was terribly inexperienced at personal broadcasting.
But I knew very well that once viewers started buddying up, it never ended, and when it reached an extreme, it interfered with the stream.
After agonizing over whether to do it, I decided to take a gamble with my life on the line.
If the three viewers who had come in ignored my warning not to circlejerk and left, it was game over.
If they listened to me and created a clean yet vulgar stream atmosphere, it would be a success.
If it was game over?
Well, what could I do?
I would simply go outside and at least twerk while shaking my baby-feeding milk jugs.
After dancing just once, I'd be dragged to some research lab and forced to live a life worse than a dog's.
But my current life, where I couldn't even masturbate, was already worse than a dog's, so did it really matter?
Having made my decision, I spoke into the microphone in a low voice.
"From now on, anyone who starts circlejerking gets banned. I don't care if you stop watching; I only turned this stream on for my own satisfaction anyway. If you want to circlejerk, leave my stream and do it somewhere else."
As soon as I finished speaking, the chat window, which had already been moving only sporadically, froze completely.
Was it a failure?
Whatever. If it went to hell, it went to hell.
The viewer count was exactly the same as before.
But the chat still wasn't moving.
Did they have nothing to say if they weren't circlejerking?
I wished they'd at least leave vulgar messages like before.
Was I drawing while voicing my disappointment when...
In the uncomfortable silence where no one dared to speak, one brave viewer finally let out something vulgar.
<Ah, I didn't hear you. Really sorry;; Your tits suddenly came charging at me, so I had to go rub one out;;>
...What a crazy bastard.
Did some ghost who died without ever seeing tits and held a grudge possess him?
Why did he keep going on about tits, for fuck's sake?
As I stared blankly at the chat window, the viewer who had opened the floodgates began speaking again.
<So what was it you said? I did hear you say not to circlejerk before I stepped away.>
<That was all. But under the circumstances, we can't help it. It's too boring to just look at the drawing and breasts.>
<It's fun to watch the other guys' chat, too. But there are only three of us, so it's boring.>
When the viewers got angry instead, I pounded on the desk and pulled the microphone toward me.
"Then you can promote me instead. How about: A stream packed with vulgar tits and drawings? Is that enough?"
<Ohhh, vulgar tits, damn.>
<Honestly, the streamer herself is vulgar lol. Looking at the drawings that bitch has made, quite a few of them are fucking insane lol.>
<It's a shame there aren't any small-sized characters among the drawings. It'd be nice if you drew small ones too.>
<You pedo gay...>
<So, we just need to go do a quick promotion and come back? Somewhere like a streaming community?>
"Yeah, right now. Do that and I'll open one commission slot and draw one picture of your choice."
<...We have to do this.>
<Just wait lol. Incoming viewers lololol>
<Loli characters allowed?>
"I don't want to do time, you fucking bastard! If you want to do time, go do it alone, you pedo bastard!"
After delivering a sharp retort to the weird bastard who had been trying to request loli porn since earlier, I was in the middle of finishing the SD gumiho I had been drawing when...
Suddenly, the viewer count increased by seven, reaching ten.
<I heard the rumors and came here. Is this the mental hospital?>
<What a generous offer... Wow...>
<No fucking way, I heard this was an artist's stream and came in expecting that, but this was a female streamer lol.>
<Honestly, the cam is more arousing than the drawing, so my eyes keep drifting over there.>
<Am I the only one finding that a little overwhelming...? >
Although the viewer count had risen to ten, all that had happened was that the number of perverts had risen from three to ten. Nothing else seemed to have changed.
"I'm pretty sure I asked you to bring normal people, but somehow there are just more perverts? Welcome, viewers. You all came here to see the drawing, right?"
<It is a drawing, technically.>
<If it's a picture that couldn't possibly exist in reality, wouldn't it be right to call it a drawing??>
<??? : "A beautiful woman's body is like a painting...">
I felt like I was going insane.
I couldn't believe it. These bastards had come to see breasts instead of a stream, too.
I really felt like ending the stream.
Why did only bastards like these flock to me?
When I asked myself that question, an answer came from an unexpected place.
- Why, there is a saying that birds of a feather flock together, is there not? Do you truly think a vulgar person can associate with a normal person?
'...Surely I'm a normal person, aren't I?'
- Put your hand on your conscience and tell me. Are you truly a normal person? From what I have observed, you do not seem normal at all.
'No, I'm perfectly normal by my standards. Perky, fluffy fox ears, a voluptuous female body that seems capable of embracing everything, and a splendid tail I can use as a pillow or a handle whenever I want. I'm perfectly normal just for liking fox beastfolk.'
- ...We truly cannot communicate. Do as you please. I shall merely watch.
The Fox Deity sighed and disappeared somewhere, while I checked the roughly ten viewers and brought out the content I had prepared.
"Since there aren't many viewers, this should be possible. Now, everyone, give me one tag each. I'll combine them and draw something. Oh, and 18+ content isn't allowed, so choose your tags carefully, okay?"
It definitely wouldn't produce a normal picture, but it still seemed like it would make for pretty fun content.
I steeled myself for the shocking tags the viewers were about to throw out.
But.
<tag : NTR>
The first tag was already ominous.
Was this really okay? Had I awakened another abyss?
I wondered, but if the other nine were normal, there was still hope of salvaging it, so I silently stared down the chat window.
<Tentacles>
<Loli!>
<Femdom>
<SM>
<Big Breasts>
<Egg-laying>
<Furry>
<Group>
Nine tags came in.
They had already strayed far too far from the realm of normality.
Was it even possible to draw this without labeling it 18+?
"This is making me dizzy, seriously. So, last person, aren't you going to submit a tag separately?"
<Wait a second. My incredible variety-show instincts are sounding the alarm.>
Don't sound the alarm over this idiotic shit, you idiot.
"Take your time. I'll start with the rough sketch for now. I genuinely have no idea how I'm supposed to draw this."
As I worked out the shape of the face to begin the rough sketch, the viewer upon whom the god of variety shows had finally descended tossed out one hell of a tag.
<Futanari.>
"Futa?"
<Yeah. I was originally planning to go with BL, but I figured the streamer would refuse, so I obediently switched to futa. That okay?>
"I thought you were going to give me some incredible tag. Fine, I'll draw futa—but I'm doing it my way."
Whatever. It was still better than BL.
All the tags made me feel like I was going insane...
Wait a fucking second.
If I drew this as loli, I'd be reported under the child-protection law immediately.
"Tentacles, loli, femdom, and egg-laying? All good, but let's leave out the loli, okay? This is Korea, not Paraguay, you crazy bastards... I still don't want to go to the police station..."
I clasped my hands and begged the viewers, but unfortunately, all I got in return was a chilly response.
<This is the content you chose. Grit your teeth and endure it.>
This fucking sucks, seriously.