A Familiar Voice in the Stream
Lounging around, sprawled out watching internet broadcasts—the life on this island was too damn good. Lying on the plush hotel bed, enjoying myself, calling Witae over whenever I felt a little horny, hitting the beach when things got stuffy, savoring top-tier meals prepared by world-class chefs. Sure, not every meal came with sexual satisfaction on the side, but even the plain ones were more than satisfying enough. Everything felt leisurely. Like time would just drift by without a single ripple.
But the clock kept ticking. My ability zeroed in on its next target.
Ability Manifested!
"Hm. Yeah, here it comes."
If you can't dodge it, might as well enjoy it. The last "meal" had been so satisfying that I found myself looking forward to this without even realizing it.
'Well, I wasn't planning to use the ability just to feed my greed... but this one's out of my hands.'
I was lying in bed, watching streams on my pad, so I flipped it over and checked the status window.
(1) Just once, just rub against it once and it's a success!
- It becomes common sense that female streamers depend on popular male streamers with high viewer counts.
- They will offer their bodies to the male streamer with the highest average monthly viewers to get in his good graces.
- That male streamer will spread the footage to flaunt his power and influence.
(2) Provocative internet broadcasts—is this really okay?!
- A random male streamer with a monthly average of 20 or fewer viewers will be selected.
- Desperate for ratings, he'll do anything—including starting a "live rape broadcast."
- All intercourse will be shown live, and as long as the hypnosis holds, the stream proceeds normally.
- Once he rapes 10 women, the police track him down. Everything up to his arrest will air live.
(3) Hey, we're screwed anyway! Might as well go all out, right?!
- You become a "harmless-looking viewer."
- Female streamers on a platform about to shut down in Korea, who receive 1 million won or more in donations from a "harmless-looking viewer," will feel an urge to put on the wildest, most provocative broadcast before the platform closes.
- She'll invite the "harmless-looking viewer" and stream their sex live.
- Achieve the goal to secure control of the hypnosis!
- If the goal isn't met within the time limit, the next ability's range and intensity will increase!
"Hm."
These options had more irritating elements than the last batch.
"Eh. It'd be nice if I could just handle this quietly on the island... let's see."
I read through the choices slowly.
"Option 1... isn't that kinda already a thing? Not sure about that world, but it feels like it happens anyway..."
I tilted my head.
"Stuff happening on the down-low is different from it becoming common sense. No one who wasn't planning on it gets dragged in. And I couldn't insert myself anyway..."
Compared to becoming the leader of a villain group that could kidnap Lee Seowon, becoming a "popular male streamer" was far more common. But could it happen quickly? No way. Sure, an organization could rig it with bot viewers, but that wouldn't fall under my hypnosis coverage. People would notice something fishy, and the side effects would be messy.
"Option 2 is an instant no."
There'd be plenty of guys fitting that criteria. If I jumped in, I could at least make the rapes "gentle," but rape is still rape. I'd have to commit them, get arrested, and there were ten victims.
"That leaves... option 3."
This one was oddly uncomfortable because it pinned the subject as me. If I could pick the subject or it was random, I could just shrug it off as some lucky guy getting his fun. The sex itself had no violent or sadistic vibes, so things would play out fine without me as the "male lead."
"But this..."
My face, body, and voice would be out there. For someone who wanted to live as quietly as possible, it was a headache.
"Like with that 'control' one last time..."
No matter how hard I tried to stay hidden, the choices might force me into the spotlight eventually.
'If this keeps up...'
Someone might spot me and get suspicious. A guy under shady organization protection cruising to this island for seclusion. Posing as day CEO, golfing with clients. Leading a cult and taking over a training center. Heading a villain group. None would raise flags individually—my hypnosis covered that. But if I kept showing up at every incident's epicenter, even with "perfectly logical, totally normal" reasons for banging women, someone might connect the dots.
"Still..."
I never expected to hide my abnormality forever. The organization sniffed me out in a flash. Some things can't stay buried, no matter what.
"Goal... set. No backing out now."
I'd raped and degraded Lee Seowon into a sex slave. It was to do the "right thing." Sacrificing her was far better than letting countless civilians and heroes get violated. Even if my identity leaked, thinking of the organization made it unlikely I'd end up dead or jailed. Compared to what Lee Seowon endured—what I'd forced her to endure—it was nothing.
"Option 3."
I selected it. Decision made.
"Alright, now... wait. Hold on, let me check."
I opened the streaming site and suddenly had a question.
"What exactly counts as a 'broadcast'?"
I smirked faintly.
"Let's find one. Right now..."
I dove into the platform, scrolling through streamers.
"Tags. VTubers..."
From experience, the "broadcasts" in these choices had a broad scope. During the Lee Seowon incident, even heavily censored clips barely qualifying as "man and woman having sex" counted as "video uploaded online."
So this strategy might work too.
'Even if it's just a 2D character climaxing, as long as a "sex video" airs, it should be fine, right?'
A bit risky, but if it flopped, I could always do a real sex stream next time. No loss.
"Since we're going this route..."
She'd have to switch characters for anything lewd, but minimal personal fallout was ideal.
"Skip the big names for now."
Famous female streamers with thousands of viewers—someone might know the person behind the avatar.
"Hmm..."
Better than randos knowing her, but streamer meetups could expose her to peers. Either way, low-viewer streamers were safer.
"Let's think this through."
I grabbed a notepad and pen from the corner of my room.
"Key checks first."
1. Age—no minors
2. Marital status or partner
3. Appearance
"Ugh... skip 3 for now."
Pinning down a VTuber's looks was near impossible. Voice might hint at build, but not facial features.
"Well, pick facecam streamers to be safe, but..."
No, still risky.
"Not like I'd die banging an ugly girl... voice'll be fine, and no way the body type's a total dealbreaker."
The women I'd been with were just exceptionally stunning. Normal sex was average guy with average girl going, "Eh, pretty enough."
I scratched out 3 and eyed 2.
"Can't really confirm this either. No choice but to roll with it."
Picking one with a confirmed boyfriend or husband was easy; finding one definitely single? Impossible. They'd all claim to be.
"Gotta accept the risk. But 1's a hard line."
Protect the kids. But gauging real age from "concept age" was tricky—could be 3 or 3,000 or 30,000. Long-term viewing might reveal speech patterns, but not guaranteed.
"Best I can do is hunt for mature-sounding voices. Worth the effort."
I gave a wry smile.
"Man... it'd be great if I knew her already. This ain't easy."
If someone cleared 1 and 2 hurdles, I'd pick her in a heartbeat.
"...Huh?"
That's when I spotted an odd VTuber. Playfully gaming with a bright voice, but low viewers. New character. Voice I should've never heard.
Yet it felt familiar.
'Weirdly nostalgic...'
I knew it. I'd heard this voice before.
I watched her stream calmly. Listened to her sing.
And decided.
'Perfect. She's the one.'
This woman was definitely someone I knew.