Chapter 15
Finally, three days had passed since my suspension, and I happily turned on my stream.
"I'm free! Raise your glasses!!!"
A drinking stream with beer prepared in the middle of the day.
I gulped down the beer in my hand, ready to mass-produce memes.
Why was I starting with a drinking stream?
Well.
- Is this the bitch? The one who spread terrorist images around the streaming community?
- Honestly, it's fucking awful... but it turned me on, so I'm pissed at my own pride...
- The ultimate abnormal-fetish asylum lol There's a reason the boss is drinking lololol
- Boss... you're drawing a furry for us today too, right? I believe in you... I've got a donation ready...
- Fuck furries, you should draw tentacles lol Since you're at it, try egg-laying too!
- How can there be forty viewers and all forty of them be abnormal-fetishists lololololol
I felt like my sanity would leave me first if I tried to run the stream sober.
I borrowed the power of alcohol to make my mind hazy, then started the stream with my tongue-tied voice.
"Hieee... Sooo, what should we draw todayyy? If you tell me to draw some shiiitty abnormal-fetish pic like last time... I'll bail right awayyy... swoosh!"
No matter how I thought about it, it was too disgusting.
Even though I was drunk, how could I be putting on this kind of cute act while lugging around Super Diaper-sized breasts capable of feeding seventy babies?
Just as my self-loathing began creeping up and I nearly gagged, the viewers sternly told me to draw already.
- We came to watch a drawing stream, not a drinking stream.
- Wow... Her tits are red... How do they turn red first when she gets drunk? lol
- Red tits or not, I want to see a furry. You drew an awesome furry last time! Draw one this time too!
- Quit pretending to be drunk and draw already. I'll allow pretending to be drunk while you draw.
- Since things have come this far, how about crossing the line one more time? Let's go for a week-long suspension!!!
Vulgar bastards.
Why the hell were they into furries?
These were the kind of bastards who would gladly fuck a pet if you told them to.
"I can draw, can't I? Don't be so hard on me. Honestly, there's no way I can get through this stream without the help of alcohol..."
- It's the path you chose, virgin.
- Isn't the boss... not a virgin?????
- With a baby-food bowl bigger than most people's heads and those childbearing hips, she's a virgin?
- Didn't everyone already assume she wasn't a virgin? Of course she's not, fuck lol
- No, the boss said she's a hikikomori. Since she never goes outside, maybe she doesn't even know the species called men?
After one viewer mentioned virginity, every viewer seized on it and split into virgin and non-virgin factions, arguing among themselves. I held the back of my aching neck and spoke in a gentle voice.
"I told you last time not to rub your dicks together. Why are you all making such a fuss because you can't rub them when all you have is one dagger apiece?"
When I finished speaking, the chat fell deathly silent.
Had I been too harsh?
Still, it didn't seem like they'd leave even if I spoke that harshly.
Sure enough.
- What the fuck? You're talking like you've seen it?
- Let's be honest: it's not a dagger, it's a longsword. Anyway, that's how it is.
- If you're into bestiality, wouldn't it be disappointing if your sword were small? Honestly, that looks like a monster lol
- Audience definition of big: 8 cm
- Well, rubbing daggers together really would look pretty damn gay, fuck lol
These abnormal-fetish bastards had no intention of leaving; instead, they cheerfully threw my words right back at me.
What cheerful bastards.
They really weren't going to leave over just about anything.
Maybe this was a good thing.
I'd heard other small-time streamers could get canceled over one careless insult, but my stream was full of nothing but perverts who took whatever I said as a reward and moaned, "Hnnng."
Mulling it over, I slowly opened my mouth toward the microphone.
"Honestly, I want to draw something with normal sexual appeal instead of abnormal fetishes. You know, like a fox beastfolk with fluffy ears and a fluffy tail."
As I looked at the Fox Deity watching the stream beside me, the viewers voiced their doubts about what I'd said.
- That's a furry.
- That's furry, though?
- A fluffy tail, fluffy ears, and attractive fur. That's exactly a furry, isn't it?
- I only thought you specialized in furries, but it turns out you really do lolololol
"No, aren't nekomimi and furries different? They're ninety percent human and only ten percent animal, aren't they? The tail and ears are just charming features!"
- You draw those charming features in fucking painstaking detail.
- You draw everything else like shit, but you make the tail fur and ears insanely detailed.
- Let's be honest. Boss, you like furries too, don't you? You don't actually like nekomimi—you like furries, right?
"Don't bullshit me. I think ninety-two percent human and eight percent animal is the most arousing. Fifty-fifty human and animal is a mental illness, you crazy bastards."
I was irritated that the viewers kept lumping me in with that bastard of a friend, so I even told them the perfect ratio, but they denounced me like angry monkeys, insisting I was wrong.
[Deceiver's 1,000 won donation!]
[Oh-ho... This one? They say no with their mouth, but their body seems honest, huh?]
"What the fuck are you talking about? How would you know what my body is like?"
[Let's Admit It!'s 3,000 won donation!]
[What about ninety-two percent animal and eight percent human? Ooh... ]
"You seriously need to go to a hospital first thing. Are you even capable of functioning in everyday life?"
[Smooch Smooch Squelch Squelch Sploosh's 2,000 won donation!]
[Boss... I thought you were the same as us... Was I wrong?]
"You're wrong, you bastard. I'm different from abnormal sexual deviants like you. This is unequivocally normal sexual desire."
While I was getting battered from all sides by donations and chat, I noticed a newbie had found my stream.
A newbie! A newbie who would purify this filthy old-timer!!!
Please show us your power...!
I looked at the new viewer with hopeful eyes, but unfortunately, the newcomer wasn't normal either.
- Sorry, but do you draw lactation porn here too?
Fucking bastard.
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A village packed with old-fashioned hanok.
In the village's most refined house, a bald man and a woman in hanbok began conversing over tea.
"...So, you want to protect your friend because they've become a yokai?"
"Yeah. They became a yokai despite never being destined to, so I should protect them at least."
"What are you going to do if they eat you? Besides, you know what happens if the strongest exorcist leaves the front line when we're already short-handed, don't you?"
The woman set down her teacup and glared fiercely, but the man ignored her stare and savored the tea's flavor.
"That was settled when we first made our contract, wasn't it? I could've sworn you said you'd guarantee my freedom. Wouldn't this make it a fraudulent contract?"
"I'm asking you, you bald bastard! I heard they're a hikikomori, right? They'll manage perfectly well on their own! Now that they've become a yokai, they'll be fine without you! They'll even go outside and get some sunlight!"
At her words, the bald man shook his head in denial.
"They can't go out even if they want to. They've become a gumiho, but they have no spiritual energy or demonic power, so they can't use their transformation technique."
"...A gumiho? Those arrogant bastards drunk on their own hype? If they have no spiritual energy or demonic power, that's great. Why not kill them outright while you're at it?"
"Why are you telling me to kill them when there's no reason to? Besides, they're my friend. My only friend."
The bald man mustered his energy to pressure the woman, but she effortlessly brushed his aura aside and spoke with a grave expression.
"What will you do if they go berserk? Don't you remember how several yokai who were friendly with humans went berserk recently and completely turned against us?"
"Then I just need to keep them under control so they can't. My friend isn't the kind of bastard who'll lose their mind and go berserk."
Unless they went berserk to pounce on someone because of sexual desire.
The man confidently declared that he could control the yokai, and the woman let out a deep sigh and shook her head.
"Don't make assumptions. If a high-level yokai like a gumiho starts rampaging, a whole city can be destroyed in an instant. No matter how strong you are, you can't completely protect people from a yokai's rampage!"
"It doesn't matter. As long as I can save my friend and my family, that's enough."
Dumbfounded by the man's ridiculous words, the woman coldly condemned him.
"Selfish bastard."
"Sorry I'm selfish, but haven't you received plenty of help from a bastard like me until now? If I've stopped two of the three apocalypses, I think I've done my part."
"...You really leave me with no way to argue, you damn baldy."
"Didn't you go bald while stopping the second apocalypse? And I heard you're developing a hair-growth formula. When the hell will it be finished?"
"It's not easy. Give me a little more time."
"I'll give you one more year. Make sure you finish developing it by then."
The man tossed out the words as if they meant nothing, then checked his vibrating phone.
<He...lp...me...>
"Fuck?"
"What is it? Did something happen?"
The woman tilted her head in puzzlement at the man's curse, but he let out a deep sigh and stood up.
"...It seems something urgent has come up. Let's end our conversation here."
"That friend again?"
"No comment."
The man tossed a talisman into the air and vanished somewhere, leaving the woman alone in the room.
"...I should get back to watching that stream."
She quietly began watching someone draw vulgar pictures live.
- I told you, don't just draw furries—draw some tentacle stuff too, will you?