The Unthinkable Editor (1)
The chat exploded the moment the donation popped up.
“You guys always call me stupid! I’m gonna show you I’m not stupid at all…”
“Just this once I’ll do it! Just once, please!”
I should’ve listened to that last one.
“Fine… I’ll do it then…”
While playing the escape room game, I came to a painful realization.
I really, really suck at games.
It was supposed to be an easy one everyone raved about, yet I got stuck from the very first puzzle and spent the whole time wandering around like an idiot.
“H-how do I do this…?”
Just looking at the chat window became terrifying.
“I know…”
“I wanted to show you guys my unexpected charm…”
My voice grew smaller and smaller as the situation kept spiraling away from what I’d imagined. I’d thought game streaming would just be sitting down and playing. How naïve.
Useless stubbornness flared up inside me. There was no way I could be this terrible at a game everyone called easy.
No matter how bad my head is, I should at least be average, right?
“I know! I know, okay? Just let me clear one stage. Please? Pretty please?”
“C-can you please stop saying such mean things…?”
“Ha…”
“Even if it’s legal I’m not doing prostitution!”
The chat gradually drowned in curses, doomer spam, and dick pics. I couldn’t keep going like this, so I ended the game. Final viewer count: exactly half had left, leaving 1,500. A spectacular failure.
“Sorry…”
I turned off the game screen and switched the camera to full-screen mode like usual.
“Are you all very angry with me…?”
I spoke in the most pitiful, wilted voice I could manage. A sympathy-begging tactic.
“…”
Time to navigate this situation with grace. I have a pretty face and huge breasts, after all. I just need to say something every guy loves to hear.
“Wanna touch my boobs?”
As expected, the cheat key performed perfectly.
“Can I end the stream now? I fixed the flooded chat too.”
“Sorry. I think I overworked my brain too much during the game. I feel like I’m gonna die…”
“Then as an apology, I’ll do one twerk before I go…”
“I’m gonna ban every single one of you who keeps spamming my view count!”
“Huh? What NewTube?”
“W-what editing? You guys are just trying to trick me into not ending the stream, right?”
“What are you even talking about? I gave up on NewTube ages ago. Who would edit a stream that drops sex jokes every single second? Even if someone offered, they’d have to be half-insane.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t get so mad.”
I decided to share my computer screen so the viewers could watch with me. The recommended videos that popped up were…
“T-that’s just the algorithm. It has nothing to do with me…”
To change the subject quickly, I typed in my own name.
“It really exists.”
The channel name was H-Tteongi. It already had 20,000 subscribers.
“Couldn’t you have picked a more normal name…”
“You don’t have to explain that. I get it.”
“Shut up. I’m gonna watch one of the videos now.”
There were five videos uploaded. The one with the highest views was this.
“…”
Insane view count for a channel with only 20,000 subs. In other words, it had huge potential to grow even more.
Of all the videos, why did the most popular one have to be this? This is so fucking embarrassing.
I played the video.
The editing was so good that the flood of “dick” spam barely registered. All the lewd parts were cut, swear words were beeped, and it looked like a light, harmless internet broadcast.
“Wow… this is actually fun.”
“Hold on.”
I was curious what the NewTube comments were like. If there were too many dislikes it might limit future activity.
“Oh…”
892 likes and only 100 dislikes. The comment reactions weren’t bad at all.
A well-edited video and positive audience reactions. It felt like I could start NewTube activity right away.
“Whoever runs this channel, are you watching the stream right now?”
“I’m not suing. I want to officially hire you as my editor! Please contact me.”
“Why?”
I scrolled through the person’s comments.
3:13 Ass
There were replies too.
I thought things were going well for once. But this guy was clearly not sane. This crazy bastard!
“Wow…”
“What should I do?”
It felt like too much of a waste to give up when the editing was this good.
“Oh! That works. Thanks. I’ll show you my feet then.”
I pressed down hard on my maid skirt so my panties wouldn’t show and lifted my foot toward the camera.
“Why? What did they say?”
I refreshed and checked the newest comment.
“Wow, going hard. What a crazy bastard.”
“This is when we use the phone chance. Wait a second.”
I dialed the number The Queen had given me last time.
“Ah, Your Majesty, I’m streaming right now…”
“Yes, I’m already watching.”
I switched to speaker mode so everyone could hear clearly.
“What should I do?”
“You can just go with me.”
“Really? Your Majesty, aren’t you busy?”
“I can make a little time.”
“With two against one, we should be able to win if it comes to a fight.”
“Don’t worry too much. Looking at the editing style, I think I know who it is.”
“Really? Then can I just trust you, Your Majesty?”
“You can.”
I hung up and spoke in an excited voice.
“Kids, did you see that? This is what connections look like. You wouldn’t know since none of you have any friends, right?”
It didn’t take long before The Queen called back.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“I called and it really was that person.”
“Phew, that’s a relief…”
Knowing she was acquainted with them made me feel much more at ease.
“They said they’ll send you a DM. Check it.”
“What’s their nickname…?”
“They want you to find it yourself. They said it’s content.”
“…”
This crazy bastard. He really won’t make anything easy.
“Understood. I’ll check the DMs.”
I was already scared that weird messages would flood in.
“Just letting you know in advance — only the editor should send me a DM. Everyone else, don’t send weird stuff.”
“You guys sent weird stuff, didn’t you? I knew it. I’ll look at the DMs on my phone.”
There were already over a hundred DMs. I clicked on the one that said I’m the editor Tteongi-nim.
“Holy shit, it’s a dick pic!”