First Date (3)
I let out a soft groan as consciousness slowly returned. The sun had already set, painting the room in deep shadows. I vaguely remembered The Queen helping me shower when I was on the verge of collapsing, then changing my clothes for me. How many hours did I sleep? I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was already six in the evening.
Six whole hours. Back when I was a guy, I could come home from a brutal day of manual labor and still be full of energy. But this body? Total garbage. I glanced down at myself and froze.
"!"
I was wearing a white sleeveless top and black dolphin shorts. Whoa... Okay, fine. This body really is beautiful. The only flaw is its pathetic stamina. I decided to leave the room and go find The Queen. She was probably streaming right now in the studio.
"Yes, this particular shade is hot pink, so it's perfect for viewers who want a cute—"
"Your Majesty~"
"?"
She was in the middle of a serious broadcast. Meanwhile, I just laze around and milk the easy content. She really is something else.
"Ah, Miss Tteongi, you're awake? I was so worried..."
"Thank you..."
My voice had reached the stream, but my face wasn't on camera yet.
ShortHairQueenQueen! donated 10,000 won! "I'll use it well. Did something happen?"
Even a simple question like that costs ten thousand won. These people are something else.
"Ah~ Miss Tteongi did a workout stream this morning, but she came down with a fever or something. She was bedridden after lunch."
"Yeah... I think I need to take tomorrow off."
The Queen stared straight at me. I quickly backpedaled.
"N-no, I'm kidding..."
"No, it's fine. Take the day off and do some home training instead."
"Should I?"
"Yes. And could you bring a chair over here for a moment?"
"Huh?"
My figure appeared on screen—wearing the sleeveless top and dolphin shorts.
"Wow! Thank you so much for the hundred thousand, Bestie! TteongHa, TteongHa~"
I brought the chair over and sat beside her, quickly checking the viewer count. Current viewers: 10,400. It felt like we'd come so far toward the top rank, yet it still wasn't nearly enough.
"Is something wrong, Miss Tteongi?"
"Ah, no. I was just thinking... you really have a lot of viewers..."
"I'm just grateful that so many people keep watching someone as lacking as me."
"Whoa~"
Does every single line have to sound so fake and polished? I was seriously tempted to announce to the world that she'd taken my virginity.
"Then Miss Tteongi, could you stretch your foot out toward me?"
"M-my foot?"
We were in the middle of a broadcast. What on earth was she planning?
"You're not thinking anything weird, are you? I'm going to give you a pedicure."
"Oh..."
I placed my foot on her lap. The fabric of her pants brushed against my heel, and I already felt a ticklish sensation creeping up.
"Eugh..."
"What's wrong?"
"I-it tickles..."
"You really are quite ticklish, aren't you?"
"Miss Tteongi, could you hold the camera for a moment?"
"Sure."
I took the camera and aimed it at my foot.
It looked like word had already spread through the community. My own viewers had flooded into her chat, turning it into a complete Tteong-chat.
"Guys, be polite. This isn't my stream..."
The moment The Queen's fingertips brushed over the top of my foot, an involuntary moan slipped out.
"Haaung..."
"Ban everyone."
"Bye, kids."
"I'm so sorry to Your Majesty's viewers..."
"Wow, thank you for the hundred thousand, QueenShortHair! A little sister, huh...? Then..."
I'm bored. Should I stir up some more aggro?
"Onii-chan~"
"Sorry for the aggro..."
"Miss Tteongi, this won't do. Come here and offer your forehead."
"What?!"
"It's fine."
The Queen leaned in where the camera couldn't see and planted a kiss on my forehead.
"Huk..."
She's really getting bold.
"..."
"S-she gave me a light flick on the forehead..."
I tried to gloss over it.
"Miss Tteongi, please focus again while I finish filming."
"...Yes."
I aimed the camera at my foot once more. On the broadcast screen, my pale foot with its faint pink flush was clearly visible. This body really doesn't have a single unflattering angle.
The Queen began by slipping something spongy between my toes.
"W-what is that?"
"It's called a toe separator. It keeps your toes apart so it's easier to apply polish."
"Uhuung..."
"Your soles are quite stiff. You don't need to be so tense."
The Queen began carefully applying a clear nutrient liquid to each toenail.
"By the way, Miss Tteongi."
"Yes?"
"Have you applied to become a Partner Streamer yet?"
"Ah..."
Partner Streamer. In simple terms, it refers to streamers who have signed an official contract with the platform.
"Well..."
Now that she mentioned it, why hadn't I applied? Let's just say I've been busy. If I admit I forgot, they'll call me braindead again.
"I've been a bit busy lately."
"Don't call me braindead."
"Actually, I've already contacted the platform. I expect a reply soon."
"Really? You didn't have to... Thank you so much."
It hadn't even been two months since I started streaming, yet here I was applying for Partner status. Is this growth rate even real? My heart feels so full.
"Year-end party?"
Now that she mentioned it, they held a party for Partner Streamers every year-end. They even gave out awards there. How could I have forgotten something so important? I've just been that busy. Yep. Definitely not because I'm an idiot or anything.
"Yes. I've already started preparing a dress for you, Miss Tteongi."
"Really? This is the first I'm hearing about it..."
So that vague comment she made at the department store was about this?
"Awards aren't important. It's enough that all of you watch me."
Streamer of the Year. Among the countless streamers who appear in a single year, it's given to the one who shone the brightest. Receiving it is practically the same as being declared the platform's number one streamer. That's exactly why it's the award I want most. I'm still nowhere near The Queen, but one day...
"Miss Tteongi?"
"..."
Yes. One day, I will definitely win Streamer of the Year and surpass The Queen.
"Miss Tteongi??"
"Ah, yes! Sorry. I got lost in thought for a second..."
"Alright then, let's apply the polish."
"Could you at least tell me what color it is...?"
"Hmm... It's easy to say pink. Or should I say rose?"
"I know what pink means!"
"Here we go."
Every time she applied the polish, her warm breath tickled my skin.
"Uhuuung..."
"You can't make sounds like that."
"B-but..."
Her breath was just too ticklish. "Heheheng..."
A little while later, the polish had dried. She showed it off to the viewers.
"Your feet are so pretty that the color really pops."
"You think so?"
They looked so beautiful I almost wanted to lick them myself. But licking my own foot would be both physically awkward and mentally humiliating, so I decided against it.
"Could you hand me the camera for a moment?"
"Sure."
The Queen carefully filmed every inch of my foot.
"Perfect. This should be enough. Shall we end the stream here for today?"
"Yeah, let's do that. I'm getting hungry anyway. Let's go eat dinner."
I made sure the stream had ended.
"Thanks for helping with the broadcast."
"We help each other out. That's how it works~"
In return, The Queen gave me a light kiss on the lips.
"..."
I couldn't help but smile.
"Shall we go eat dinner?"
I nodded silently. As time passed and bedtime arrived, I lay down with The Queen on the curtained bed.
"..."
This was only the second time sleeping together, so I still wasn't used to it. As if to tease my nervousness, The Queen buried her face in my chest and rubbed her cheek against me.
"Eugh..."
"Your heart is pounding. Still not enough?"
"N-no... If you do more, I'll die."
"Alright. Let's sleep. I have something to show you tomorrow."
Is it something dirty again?
"You can look forward to it."
She's definitely planning to do something wild to me, isn't she? Like in those messed-up novels!
After eating breakfast, we arrived at a new room in the mansion.
"Where is this?"
With a computer, microphone, lighting, and all the usual broadcasting equipment, it looked like a brand-new studio.
"This is the studio you'll be using from now on."
"Whoa, this is awesome..."
I'd been worried she was going to make me do perverted stuff in here again.
"Can I turn on the computer?"
"Go ahead."
I immediately sat down and powered it on. Next to it, I spotted dumbbells for home training.
"Wow, there's even a fridge?"
"Yeah. Whenever you're thirsty, just grab whatever you want."
"Is there food too?"
"I put some chicken breast in there."
"Ugh..."
Just hearing the words made my mouth feel dry. So dry and bland.
"Then I'll head out to work out."
"Okay. Please say hi to Ga-eun for me."
Perfect. Since The Queen would be busy working out, I could just half-ass the home training.
"I'll be watching, so don't even think about slacking."
"..."
After she left, I started the stream.
"Today we're doing home training. I was going to wear a sleeveless top and..."
I stood up so the full-body view was visible. Sleeveless top and dolphin shorts—basically a tank top and panties. Was this really okay?
"Hey now. You have to pay money to say bad words."
"Now that I look at it, this outfit is way too short. I'll go change and be right back."
"N-no, I'm kidding! I'll do it like this!"
"Everyone shut the fuck up! I can't even progress the stream!"