Being a Moderator Is Fucking Hard.

Halo Streaming, streamer moderator.

When headquarters assigned me the position of monitoring streamers, I thought there couldn't be a cushier job.

Why?

Isn't it obvious?

Normally, I just entered the streams of streamers I liked and monitored them casually.

When a report came in, I simply watched the VOD and issued a sanction if one was warranted.

Yeah, right up until four weeks ago, my job was practically the cushy gig everyone envied.

That was before I encountered that crazy bitch.

H-cup breasts? Could they even be I-cup?

She had such magnificent breasts that even one hand couldn't hold them all, and for the past four weeks, she'd been the worst streamer imaginable, scraping away at my sanity.

<Drawing a 10-tag not-quite-porn picture>

<A tentacle-picture commission for a donor>

<Finding abnormal sexual desire in everyday life>

Perhaps the saying was true: someone who looked sleazy could actually be normal, while someone perfectly attractive and ordinary-looking could actually be a pervert.

From the moment she started streaming until now, she had done nothing but draw indescribably strange pictures, draining my mental strength.

[Look closely, everyone. See this clothespin? What do you think would happen if I used this clothespin to pinch the sensitive part of a pair of pants?]

Sex jokes came standard.

[What do I think of furries? I only allow fluffy, soft, warm, cozy tails and perked-up, silky-soft ears. Put simply, I suppose you could say I only allow 10% to 15% furry. Anything beyond that is a mental illness.]

She also fired off her personal opinions indiscriminately, as if telling everyone to forget all that nonsense about respecting people's tastes.

[I made the viewers angry!!! I control their emotions!!!!!]

She was the kind of crazy bitch who treated viewers another streamer would have cherished one by one like dirt.

Of course, all the viewers watching her stream looked like psychopaths too.

"The crazy bastards saying they want to stick it into a pencil-holder hole. The weirdos who want to enjoy happy time with a slipper. The mental patients saying they'd stick it into an outlet if only the hole were a little bigger..."

Normally, one of the viewers should have taken on the role of a prudish moralist, felt uncomfortable, and delivered a sharp rebuke. They should have filed a report.

But this stream room seemed to have been crushed beneath the abnormal sexual desires of the viewers and streamer alike, because not a single such viewer could be found.

No, perhaps they had been corrupted into abnormal-sexuality enthusiasts after witnessing the streamer's vulgar drawing skills.

I watched the abnormal-sexuality enthusiast's stream unfolding before my eyes, gritting my teeth as I endured the agony of feeling like my eyes were rotting away.

"Fucking bitch... A bitch who follows every rule to a T... Just cross the line once. Please..."

The instant she crossed the line, she'd get an immediate ban.

Then I wouldn't have to look at you for a month.

Begone, you damn lewd demon.

Stop polluting my brain with abnormal sexual desire and fall into Hell.

I gripped the rosary bracelet on my wrist and continued praying, but a bewitching voice reached my ears.

[Let's be honest. Honestly, everyone has at least one abnormal sexual desire hidden in their heart, right?]

"Aaaagh!!! Nooo!!!!!"

[What do you mean, no? You're obviously an abnormal-sexuality enthusiast. The fact that you keep watching instead of leaving my stream means you're admitting it, doesn't it?]

"I can turn it off... I said I can turn it off! You think I can't, you fucking bitch???"

Although I said it confidently, in reality, I couldn't turn it off.

Because it was my job to monitor that bitch and get her banned as quickly as possible.

"Turn it off? Leave it on? Turn it off? Leave it on? If I turn it off, I'll prove I'm not an abnormal-sexuality enthusiast, but it'll be dereliction of duty... And if I don't..."

I'd become an abnormal-sexuality enthusiast.

No.

I just like a blond, tanned punk barging into yuri! NTR isn't abnormal sexual desire, is it? Strictly speaking, it isn't.

"It's a normal sex drive!!!"

I howled so loudly that the room seemed ready to shake apart, but her next words dealt me a tremendous shock.

[NTR is normal sexual desire? Are you insane? There are things you can say and things you can't. Pure love is the true normal sex drive, you crazy bastards. I'll define exactly what normal sexual desire is: a fox beastfolk getting pinned beneath her spouse and made to mate in 1 : 1 lovey-dovey pure love—that's true pure love, got it? Anyone who disagrees gets banned. Disagree with this and I'll permanently ban you.]

"Th-that brain-rotted, sex-crazed idiot... What the hell did that stupid bitch just say? NTR isn't normal sexual desire? Even in the 18+ hentai tags, NTR proudly ranks first among both men and women! I won't forgive her... I'll never forgive that bitch for dismissing my normal sex drive as abnormal!!!"

I logged in with an account other than my moderator account and immediately crushed her beneath a huge donation.

<NTRPureLoveIsNormalSexDrive's 100,000-won donation!>

[Admit right now that NTR is normal sexual desire, brat. You're saying that something ranked first among both men and women in the 18+ hentai tags isn't normal sexual desire?]

Even after crushing her with nearly one hundred thousand won, she refunded the entire amount without hesitation.

[NTR and the like... I can't acknowledge it as normal sexual desire. I'm lenient toward everything else—captive pure love, rape pure love, yandere-style dismemberment pure love, but.]

In a voice so eerie it sent chills down my spine, she began spouting bullshit as if she were delivering a speech.

[Whatever else, I can never acknowledge NTR pure love! Both the heroine toyed with by the golden-tan punk's extra-thick club and the golden-tan punk who tried to steal her deserve divine punishment, you damn piece of shit!]

Grind. Grrrrrrrrind!!!

Panting and grinding her teeth as if they might shatter, she continued speaking.

[I'll beat the shit out of every golden-tan punk who broke up happy pure-love couples, and every follower who praises golden-tan punks, squinty-eyed middle-aged men, and hypnosis-app ugly fat otaku by claiming NTR is normal sexual desire!!! That was all I'd ever thought about from the start!!!]

As she said this, she ruthlessly hit me with a permanent ban.

"Haha... Fucking bitch."

Watching her refund the 100,000 won solely to make a principled statement—a sum other streamers would have licked feet to receive—I let out a hollow laugh.

"When it comes to her tastes, she's endlessly sincere. I have to admit, I rather like that about her."

I logged out of my main account and entered her stream again with my moderator ID.

I didn't say a word, instead focusing on the stream and waiting for her to slip up, but then, accompanied by the sound of the door opening, a beautiful woman invaded my room.

"Hey, what stream are you watching so obsessively? Anyone who saw you would think you were a stalker."

"You're here, Senior? Haa... So that's how it looks to other people. I haven't slept for almost five days because of this bitch. She's truly vicious, this one."

"What kind of stream is it? Halo Streaming doesn't allow 18+ content, does it?"

"That's why she walks the line between violating and not violating our 18+ regulations so damn well. I saw the signs when she got banned the second time, but after being suspended, maybe she had an epiphany, because she hasn't given us a single excuse to catch her."

"Let me see too. How shitty can this stream be that it ground your paper-thin mentality to dust?"

The senior joined me almost instantly, watched the stream she was running, and...

"H-horrifying...! W-what the fuck is this!!! What are you doing? Why aren't you banning her already?!"

"What? Senior? What can you say when you're a walking embodiment of the regulations? That doesn't violate any rules. Last time, I gave her a one-month ban just because it was fucking awful, and I got disciplined for it, remember?"

"...Is she deliberately trying to fuck us over? No matter how I think about it, it feels like her only intention is to screw us over."

"But based on watching her for five days, if she were trying to blow up the site, she'd be following the rules far too well. And the stream is entertaining, so she's already secured a hardcore viewer base."

"Don't tell me you're one of the viewers making up that hardcore base?"

My senior gave me a cold yet suspicious look.

I met her gaze head-on and shook my head.

"Do you think I enjoy watching the stream of some abnormal-sexuality pervert like that?"

"Yeah, it seems exactly like your type. The NTR you like is abnormal sexual desire, isn't it?"

"How is NTR abnormal sexual desire? It's the very embodiment of arousal! How arousing is the situation where someone else's woman is pinned beneath a golden-tan punk and says, 'How was your relationship with XX? I've become unable to remember a thing about my sex life or his club...!'"

"You think satisfying your lust by stealing someone else's woman is normal? You... don't tell me you're the type who thinks pure love means, 'If they're happy, it's pure love, isn't it???'"

"Mochiron, the NTR genre ultimately depicts the happy pure love between the golden-tan punk and the heroine, so it is a pure. love. story, is it not?"

I looked at my senior with a sly grin, and she...

"...You are a being with no right to live."

She pulled a thick book from somewhere and brought it down on my head.

Wham!

As my consciousness began to fade...

My senior glanced at the screen I'd been watching, then approached me with a startled expression and whispered.

"Hey, I'm taking over this person from now on. You said it was too hard, right? Find someone else; I'll watch her."

I managed to nod weakly, and the last thing I saw was...

eight black, fluffy fox tails swaying behind my senior's butt.