Jeez... I Told You to Hold It In!! (2)
I don't even know what kind of game this is.
I just grabbed it because the chests were enormous.
Figured the viewers would like it too… yeah. That.
I launched the game. The illustrations were stacked, and the voices were all in Japanese.
"The title is… Surviving as a Shota in a Common-Sense-Altered School…"
Okay, not really. I was just rambling off the art.
"I just brought it because people on YouTube said it was fun!! It's not anything bad."
It wasn't an eroge. Definitely not. No way.
I only grabbed it because the characters all liked the protagonist.
"Tsk… I'm serious!! You guys are gonna love this. This is a carefully curated pick!!"
A game set at a Japanese school. As the protagonist, I was extremely short. Plus I looked gloomy as hell.
According to chat, I had the kind of face that screamed "guy who uses a hypnosis app."
Not sure if that was a compliment or an insult… anyway, I arrived at school.
Disciplinary committee member… Haruka.
"They're so big… wow."
Chat was… having a great time. Looks like I picked an absolute winner. Of everything I'd streamed so far, this game had the most active chat by a mile.
This, this right here — now this felt good.
"Wow… but… for real. They're huge. Anyone who knows — what cup size is that?"
Those abundant breasts. According to an eight-month subscriber, J-cup at minimum.
Hold on… if it's a J-cup, how many steps is that?
I counted down on my fingers one by one.
"Okay. B… C. D… E. F… G. H… I… J… wait… ten steps?"
Whoa. Ten steps? Let me… hold on, did I miscount? Uh… yeah, that's ten steps!!
"Ten steps… wow!! That's insane. For real."
Yeah, that checks out. Way bigger than Motteok. Motteok is already full-on massive, and these are bigger than that.
I was speechless.
Even more of a shock.
The second I opened the game, weird donations started pouring in nonstop.
"Hmm…"
"I'll manage donations like that for now. This is not that kind of stream!! This is a good, wholesome room!!"
Chat was fine — the manager or Pyeong-nim would handle it, so the chain of responsibility was clear!!
But donations? Those I had to manage myself. If something went wrong, that was entirely on me.
I had no choice but to be stricter.
I started cracking down hard on donations. Honestly, if a donation didn't play audio, I wouldn't have bothered moderating it.
But donations kept talking in those weird voices, you know? A lot of people found that annoying.
"Managing. Snip. Snip… snip… done."
Moderation handled. Time to focus again. Immerse.
Haruka scolded me.
"S… short guys aren't allowed to live? Huh!!"
She said she was docking me demerit points for being short.
Oh no…!! How tall are you then… oh.
"170? You don't look that tall though? Right?"
"I see… tsk."
I got slapped with demerit points for no good reason.
And yet, for some reason, Haruka's face turned red. Why?
Not something I thought up — that was actual dialogue.
"Why though?"
Anyway, I walked into the classroom looking depressed.
My seat was all the way in the front row.
Just sitting here, I could already see how this guy lived.
Front row usually means you're good at studying or some other cliché… but this guy didn't study at all.
He just sat there, completely still.
And while he was sitting there doing nothing… an event triggered.
"Whoa!! No. Wait… are Japanese girls all this big?"
A chest that covered half the desk.
This was genuinely ridiculous. Growth skills should not work this well.
"They're seriously way too big."
I had never seen anything like this in my entire life.
A real short-haired girl was resting her chest on the desk and looking up at me?
And smiling, no less.
"Hi… is this seriously a hypnosis app?"
This made no sense. A gloomy guy sitting in the front row, and a girl with breasts big enough to cover half the desk just goes ehehe and walks right up?
Ah. So this is what a game is.
I had never once in my life seen a girl whose chest blocked a desk.
This was impossible. I was genuinely starting to feel like common sense itself was being rewritten.
"Hi. Why are you so late? I used the hypnosis app. One hundred percent…"
The short-haired girl smiled as she looked at me.
Then my own internal monologue made me mad.
"The childhood friend who lives next door. Minami. Is this, like, legally mandated in Japan? Why is there always a childhood friend?"
I'd heard Japan had a low birth rate too.
Was this some law they passed because of that? Why did a childhood friend show up the second anything happened? Honestly fascinating.
"Is it the law in Japan? Everyone's got a childhood friend. But… this childhood friend is S-rank. Petite, big chest. Better than Haruka, even."
I evaluated her with cold objectivity.
Too tall could get inconvenient.
Compared to that, Minami was excellent.
"Um… how would you know that?"
I pulled up this person's profile and scrolled through it.
No bad chats in their history, and they typed every single day.
"One more thing. Girls like that always get NTR'd. Stay away. Hmm…"
I genuinely didn't get it. For real.
How did they know? Was that some kind of sixth sense?
"I'm honestly just curious. When, where, and how did you get that kind of information… are you, like, super popular in real life?"
I was genuinely curious. How did they know? That was a fair question, right? Was I wrong?
If there was one thing we were good at, it was self-objectification. That was the strength of this stream.
They were absolute geniuses at completely objectifying me.
"But I'm seriously curious though. You guys aren't?"
The viewer never did answer in the end.
I wasn't trying to roast anyone. I was just actually curious.
Don't look at me like I'm the bad guy.
One viewer… died of natural causes. Sad, but it couldn't be helped.
"Alright, back to immersing."
Minami smiled, made some useless small talk, and disappeared.
So she wasn't even in the same class.
Seriously, what!! Is Japan's whole structure just "girls flock to you nonstop"?
The second childhood-friend Minami vanished, the class president walked right up to me.
"No way, the class president has a big chest too. And she's pretty."
"You can see the game's philosophy? Where?"
I hadn't even done 10% of the game yet… and they already felt it? I had no idea, so once again I pulled up the profile of the viewer who'd typed that.
Oh…!! Unlike earlier, this one spoke with total confidence. That somehow made them feel trustworthy.
A smart person. This, I had no choice but to accept — I had eyes, after all.
Looking at Maru or Pyeong-nim was one thing, but looking at Motteok made my eyes spin.
"I accept."
I truly couldn't think of a single counterargument, so I accepted it.
After that, I kept playing.
This game was a philosophical game.
The protagonist was originally good-looking. He wasn't even that short.
But the protagonist actually suffered from depression and self-loathing, and had a personality that overreacted to everything people said.
A game where that protagonist gradually got better while going through schedules with the heroines.
It was truly beautiful.
However… even a beautiful game like this wasn't without its regrets.
"It's a shame you can only pick one."
I was standing at a crossroads of choice. Each of them had her own strengths.
Ridiculously perfect strengths.
"So… I have to decide now, don't I."
I stared at the screen and nodded with complete seriousness.
"Haruka, Minami, Class President…"
Picking one meant giving up the chests, hips, and faces of the other two.
Every single one of them had superior S-rank genes!!
"Aaaah… this is a real dilemma."
I began a careful appraisal of each one.
"Haruka, right… wow. She's tall, and a 170cm J-cup is almost… architecturally ideal. Just watch out for neck disc issues. And if you marry her, the kids might end up tall too. You get to pass on superior genes, you know."
Haruka… if I had to make a comparison, she was basically the Japanese-girl version of Motteok.
Next. Childhood friend Minami.
This one was like… the Japanese-girl version of Raming.
Except she rolled S-rank genes and got massive chest as a bonus. Just adding that one thing made Raming look like the ultimate woman.
"Minami is… the childhood-friend buff is broken. Short hair, face is practically a farming-genre revolution. But the body is S-rank too. Small and stacked. That's a real cheat, you know? But… the Class President."
I paused for a moment and seriously stroked my chin.
"The Class President… her hips are insane. I genuinely agree with the take that a baby would just whoosh out like it's going down a slide. But her chest falls a little short. I can live with that much. Plus her face is a little, just a little, haughty. Ugh…!!"
The Japanese-girl version of Pyeong-nim. A big-chested Pyeong-nim was a cheat key!! Aaaaargh!!
I fell into an infinite loop. No matter how hard I beat on my own head, I couldn't escape.
Aaaah!! At this rate I really can't pick!!
Someone just choose for me!!