Back After the Collab (1)

I stared at my phone. 'What should I do?'

What do you mean, what should I do? I had to come up with some excuse to keep her from coming over, no matter what. Let's think of something plausible.

'Mom decided to stay at a friend's house for a while, so I think it's better if you don't come over.'

I nodded at my own perfectly crafted text. 'The whole parent situation is completely resolved. This time the problem is the broadcast.'

The outfit I planned to wear today was a police uniform. I sat on the bed, stripped off the usual white t-shirt and boxer briefs, and slipped into a pair of black women's panties.

'The texture still feels so weird every single time.'

That soft, silky feel... it really made me feel like I'd become a woman. 'I really have become a woman. I've even had my period... Ah, forget it! Next.'

Next was the bra. My chest was so big that it felt uncomfortable every time I put it on, but I definitely didn't want small breasts. 'Men all like big breasts anyway. If you think about it, I'm still a man at heart.'

Once the underwear was on, it was time for the stockings. They were tricky to pull up, but the sensation was irreplaceable.

'Back when I was a guy, I bought stockings a few times just to jerk off with them.'

I put on the new white dress shirt. A fake police emblem was stamped on the chest. 'Maybe I should have just reused the shirt I bought last time.'

For the bottom, I'd bought a black tennis skirt. No matter how many times I wore one, I still couldn't get used to it, but nothing beat how well it flattered my figure. Finally, I tied on the black necktie and placed the new white police cap on my head.

'I can't wait to show this off. It's going to look amazing, right?'

I rushed into the bathroom and stared at my reflection.

"Kyaa~"

There I was in the mirror, dressed in full police uniform. My looks were on point today as usual. Drunk on my own beauty, I struck pose after pose.

'Aren't I way too pretty?'

I was so beautiful it made me want to insult myself. 'Time to start the stream!'

I kept breakfast simple with some convenience store bread and turned on the broadcast. It was my first full-tension stream in days, now that my period was over.

'Bring on the sex jokes, bring on everything! Today I'll clap back at whatever you throw at me!'

The second I went live, around two thousand people flooded in. Every time I saw the numbers growing day by day, my chest swelled with pride.

"Hello everyone, welcome~"

I stood up, pushed the chair aside, and made a show of emphasizing the tennis skirt.

"How's this? It's the black tennis skirt you all love."

I pulled out the handcuffs I'd received as a gift.

"I'm arresting every single one of you who said you came!"

"Alright! With this energy, it's twerking time!!"

"Fine..."

I had no idea not having period cramps could feel this good. It was like the leash had come off; my emotions kept rising higher and higher.

"Everyone, I finally finished my period! I'm so fucking hyped right now! Say whatever you want. I'll take it all!"

"Sorry."

"Got it."

I held the handcuffs in my mouth as sexily as I could.

"Am I pretty?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna keep it open. Bleh bleh bleh bleh~"

"Fuck! What the hell has to be inside your head to think something like that?"

I decided to push things further. "Tag recommendations? How about MILF netorare?"

A flood of question marks covered the chat window. Maybe I shouldn't have gone for the aggro.

"No, I mean, I was just copying stuff I saw in the community~ Why would a woman watch that kind of thing?"

"Uh, it was just aggro. S-sorry about that..."

"Actually, I have a boyfriend."

"Right now, every single one of you watching this broadcast is my boyfriend."

The chat window instantly plunged into hell, dildos, and curses. 'Th-this isn't the reaction I wanted. I was hoping for something touching...'

"Gasp..."

The unexpected response left me in brief panic.

"Don't make up weird words!"

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry for going too far. I'll apologize again. Hey?! I already apologized! Let's just move on nicely!"

"Now I'm going to do a mukbang with black bean noodles for lunch. I wanted it so badly the whole time I was on my period."

"I only eat the ganpung chicken..."

"Ah, no... There's a Chinese place near my house that sells single portions of ganpung chicken cheap. Of course, thanks to all your donations lately, I have quite a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bit of money now."

"It's all thanks to you guys. I'll keep my original spirit and work hard."

"Ugh... Oh! Now that I think about it, they made a gallery with my name. Do you guys know the Tteongi Minor Gallery?"

"Yeah, the Tteong Gallery. Since I just remembered, I should go post something."

It was my first time screen-sharing the computer since the test, so I was worried whether it would show up properly. "Can you see my computer screen? I'm planning to do game streams soon."

"Hmm? For now I want to play something that uses your brain! I'm smarter than I look. My control's good too."

I entered the Tteongi Minor Gallery and wrote my first post. The community was usually rough, but since it was a gallery made by my fans, I figured it would be really friendly.

The title I wrote was: 'To my beloved users of the Tteongi Minor Gallery'

The content was... well, something that somehow made me want to stir up trouble. 'Kids, now that we've made a separate minor gallery the firepower feels weak and it seems like we've run away. Put in a little more effort.'

Since I posted during the live stream, comments came in quickly.

The intense reactions left me flustered. "Guys, isn't this the place where my fans gather?"

"To someone like me who causes huge incidents every single day, that kind of advice is a bit..."

"Don't talk about the dildo!"

"What kind of old joke is that..."

"Thank you for the ten thousand won, NotScary! Aaaah there's really a ghost!!! I'm so scared! Save me!"

While I was talking, the delivery food arrived.

"Food's here~ I'll go grab it, everyone."

I set the black bean noodles, ganpung chicken, and pickled radish on the desk.

"Pour the sauce on like this and it's perfect black bean noodles~"

"Everyone eat lunch with me~"

"How else are you supposed to eat black bean noodles!"

"You guys..." I tore open the packaging and picked up a piece of ganpung chicken with my hand. "If you talk while eating it tastes bad," I mumbled with my mouth full.

"Then I hope everyone enjoys their meal."

It had been so long since I'd eaten black bean noodles and ganpung chicken... I got so absorbed that I forgot I was even streaming.

"Mmmph!" I said with my mouth full of noodles that it was because it tasted so good.

"Didn't I say I'm smarter than I look? Watch me when I play games later!"

"If I suck, then yeah, curse me out. But if I do well, you have to praise me, okay?"

"Ack! You're right, it's all over me... I can just wash it. Don't worry~"

"No. That's not my thing."

"Ah, no, don't get all sulky like that. You'll meet a nice woman someday."

"I'll clean up the dishes and be right back~"

After clearing the dishes, I sat down again. "Hmm?" My phone was ringing. It was Mom. What could it be?

"Son~ We're almost there. I just saw your text now. You're at a friend's house?"

"Ah, Mom~ I'm home."

My head was so scattered during the stream that I momentarily forgot I had undergone TS and that Mom didn't know. 'I'm fucked.'

I had answered the phone so naturally and spoken in my real voice.

"Huh? Did I dial the wrong number? No, this is the right one??"

"Ah... no, um, Mom..."

I hadn't even thought to mute the mic. Right now I had to put out this fire first!!!

"Wh-who is this?!"

Mom sounded shocked by my voice and raised hers.

"Who is this!!!"

"Ah, no... um, well, you see..." I had to make something up! But first, mute the mic.

"I'm your son's girlfriend."

"Don't lie! My son doesn't have the ability to get a girlfriend!"

Does she know me too well?!

"Th-that's, well..."

"I knew something felt off! My son doesn't even have friends to go visit!"

Stop! Stop stabbing me with facts!

"Did you kidnap my son?! What do you want?"

"No, I..."

"This is perfect. You said you're at his house! I'm going to end this right now!!"

"Pl-please calm down..."

The call cut off with a click. I turned the mic back on and let out a deep sigh.

"Ha, fuck..."

I had proudly declared that I could handle anything, but could I handle ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this crisis too? 'Don't talk about it like it's someone else's problem, you crazy bastard...'

Everything went dark before my eyes.