Chapter 26
Today, I declared the stream over fairly early.
The first reason was that debating some crazy bastard shouting “NTR pure love” had drained my mental strength; the second was hearing my viewers’ insane remarks in an Iktube Kids video I’d watched to whip them into shape.
The first was relatively manageable because I only had to deal with one person, but the second...
<Horsefucker's 50,000-won donation!>
[Wow... Look at that horse character's expression... It's fucking lewd... And that tail looks perfect for grabbing, so if I grabbed it and pounded it from behind... hngh...]
- Horsefucker bastard lololololololololol...
- That's... genuine madness... Just from seeing how suspiciously rich that guy is, I can tell what kind of person he is...
- But it is kind of hot, isn't it? Is this really supposed to be something kids watch? It definitely looks lewd, lol
- Hearing the donation voice, I see it that way too... Fucking hell, it's hot...
- Hold on, I need to step out for a bit. No matter how I think about it, this is fucking disgusting, fuuuuuck
- Furries, stop, you crazy bitches;;
Right, my viewers who were suspiciously rich.
And among them were crazy bestiality-loving bastards who revealed their sex drives while watching a video meant for children.
Even among the hundred-strong diehard squad that had enjoyed watching the chat, ten people couldn't stomach the disgust and fled. In the end, I decided I couldn't keep streaming and declared the stream over.
“I'm seriously losing my mind.”
They were shouting that a penguin's cloaca was totally doable.
They were saying that because ferrets were so long, the places they could go in must be deep, too.
They were saying that if giraffes were just a little smaller, deep-throating them would be possible.
Unable to defeat the “true furries,” I was so shocked that I repeated those exact words to my friend.
[What? You were shocked by just that? That's pretty soft, you know. And all your viewers are real connoisseurs, too; judging from how precisely they identify an animal's attractive features.]
“You seriously need to see a psychiatrist.”
[The results of my psychiatric evaluation say I'm normal, so don't worry. Psychiatric counseling is what I do every day, after all.]
My bald friend answered with shameless confidence.
Afraid that staying on the phone would send my sanity straight to Andromeda, I hung up and began checking my inbox, deciding to deal with my accumulated mail first.
And then.
“For fuck's sake.”
I received countless requests to shake hands—no, countless advertising requests.
They came straight from adult-product companies and underwear companies.
- We're very interested in your three measurements!
- We know you can't do that! But even a subtle glimpse...!
- We'll give you anything if you'll just accept! Thongs? Fishnet? Or string panties?
- You said you're single, right? We know you're lonely! In that case, try our products and review them on your stream...!
- Please contact us... We urgently need to hear from you, ma'am!!!
I feel like I'm going insane.
Why the hell should I wear the underwear they're offering and stream in it?
This is an art stream, not a female-cam stream, fuck.
What? Thongs? Fishnet? String panties? Why the hell are you interested in my three measurements?
I don't even know my own three measurements, fuck. I just wear whatever that furry-pervert bastard of a friend brings me.
And as a Dullahan, all anyone can see is my breasts.
No, that's not even the issue. Why are you advertising women's clothes and adult products to an audience that's overwhelmingly male?
Go find some wholesome female-cam streamer on another site, for fuck's sake.
I let out a deep sigh at the reality I was facing and voiced my complaints to the Fox Deity.
“...Why isn't there a single normal person around me?!”
- For starters, you're not normal, are you?
“Don't bullshit me! I'm normal! If I hadn't turned into a female gumiho and developed such a high sex drive because of you, I'd have been perfectly normal!”
- Who was it that had happy time three times a day even before meeting me? My, I do wonder.
“That's average for men!”
- Don't make me laugh. You are not the center of the world. I've personally been taken by a man, so where do you get off spouting that kind of bullshit?
“As I always say, foxes are part of the dog family, aren't they? So I can say some dogshit now and then. Why be so uptight?”
- I shall return those words to you someday.
The Fox Deity disappeared somewhere, growling.
After confirming that she was gone, I rejected all the spam mail and repulsive advertising offers, then started reading the remaining emails.
“Let's see... One is from Halo Streaming, and the other is an alcohol advertisement.”
The last advertisement.
Narrowed down using my animal instincts and then filtered once more by my rational judgment, it was the final advertisement left.
After confirming that a sake company had sent me an advertising offer, I replied that I was “interested” in what seemed like a fairly normal proposal, then opened the last email, the one from Halo Streaming.
“We're sorry, streamer. We apologize for our administrator's mistake. Ah, is this about that time they jokingly gave me a wrongful ban?”
There had been an incident like that within the past week.
I'd accepted a commission and been banned while drawing something a little risqué, even though I hadn't crossed the line.
I thought the matter had ended with the message I'd received from the streaming site, so why had they sent me a separate email?
Were they planning to offer me some kind of compensation?
I scrolled down with a little anticipation, but sadly, there was nothing there but despair.
“An employee... is coming to see me? Why? I haven't done anything else...”
I had caused trouble twice, though.
But I'd already been punished with a one-day suspension and then a week-long suspension, hadn't I?
So why did they need to come all the way here?
“Let's try refusing for now. I'll ask them to tell me why and buy some time. If they discover me now, I'll be sent to the laboratory.”
The moment I said that and closed the email window.
Ding-dong ~ Ding-dong ~
The doorbell rang. And it was a sound that made my animal instincts flash a red warning.
[Is anyone there?]
[No one home? No, that's strange. I'm sure I heard a person's voice...]
[Could you come out for a moment? It'll really only take a moment. I'm from Halo Streaming~]
[I don't mean you any harm. If you don't come out, I'll wait here until I hear a sound, okay? Come out, quickly!]
[Before my patience reaches its limit.]
At first, the voice sounded merely sweet enough that I considered opening the door.
But when I heard the chilling voice at the end, I sent my friend a KakaoTalk message first.
<HELP>
<Is it dangerous? Or just weird?>
<The former. Hurry, it's urgent. Some crazy bitch outside my front door is itching to kill me.>
I gently tapped the keypad to send the KakaoTalk message, but perhaps she'd heard even that; now I could hear her raking her fingernails across the front door.
Kkak.
Kkagagagagagak!!!
[You just touched your smartphone, didn't you?]
[See? I told you you're in there. You can fool human ears, but not animal ears, our little fox lady.]
[Open the door quickly. I have something to say.]
Wait, did she just call me a fox lady?
Then did the person who sent this email know my identity and come here?
“My identity.”
[The Black-Tailed Clan, 871 years old. Your name is Hari, isn't it? I've told you everything, so if you don't open the door... You know what happens, right?]
“Wait a little—no, about ten minutes. I'm not mentally prepared yet.”
[Well, generous me will wait for you. But if you're trying to buy time so you can escape...]
She cut a straight line through the door with her fingernail and looked at me with fierce yet sweet black eyes.
[You might suffer something terrible, you know?]
At her words, I sent my friend another KakaoTalk message.
<I bought ten minutes for now. When will you arrive?>
<You could only buy ten minutes? Still, I guess we have some time to spare?>
<She fell for my dazzling eloquence and agreed to wait.>
<Fuck, then this isn't a dangerous situation. How shitty is your way with words that she'd actually wait for you?>
<Got it. I'll arrive in about fifteen minutes, so stall her a little longer. And, by any chance, did the youkai tell you her name or anything?>
<Dunno? All I heard was something like Black-Tailed Clan, Hari or Harim?>
<Oh, her? She's a relatively safe friend of mine, so just let her in.>
<The way she's talking makes her seem fucking dangerous, though?>
<It's just a persona. She doesn't actually do anything special.>
<Still, I'll get there as fast as I can, so don't worry too much.>
<Oh, and don't contact me. I almost ran into a tree just now. Fuuuck>
He must've run into a tree, the dumbass.
I clicked my tongue and peered through the small hole in the door at the black fox with narrowed eyes.
My shaman friend had definitely guaranteed my safety.
But why on earth were my animal instincts flashing a red warning?
At least it wasn't a threat of being murdered. When I'd experienced that at my friend's hands, it had felt truly horrifying.
This feeling... this tingling in my lower half and my breasts...
I'm sure I've felt this before... When was it?
I don't remember.
All I knew was that I'd once seen something incredible and felt exactly this same sensation.
As I fidgeted, wondering what to do, ten minutes seemed to pass, and the black fox rang the doorbell once more.
[Ten minutes have passed. Will you open the door now?]