The Worst Morning and My First Beg
Seo Yuna
“Esterina─!” she screamed, slamming up from the bed.
Her body and the sheets were soaked in cold sweat. The absolute worst way to wake up.
‘Another dream…’
A month had already passed since she had been ripped back to Earth from the world of Heinzel, where she had once fought as the hero Yuza.
Short, long, it didn’t matter. She had accepted, braced, given up, raged, and come to terms with everything. What remained was the cold, hard wall of reality.
She lowered her head dully. There, glistening, was the outline of a massive body. Not her belly or knees. The sight of a woman’s chest heaving with every breath, impossible for any man who had once lived in his body to see, her enormous breasts straining against the thin fabric of her shirt.
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No matter how many times she saw it, they were disgustingly huge. That was exactly why the horny bastards kept ramming into her… or maybe even the ones who had already fucked her once?
She sighed deeply, peeled off the damp shirt, and headed for the bathroom. It was tiny by normal standards and barely large enough for one person, so she turned the shower on and let the cold water hit her.
‘Haah…’
A glimpse in the mirror showed a stunningly beautiful woman showering. Everything about it was perfect… except that the woman was her.
Yeah. She had become a woman. Seo Yuna. That was her name now. All traces of her male past, the forum post, the records—everything had been wiped clean by the Main God. Only she remembered it.
At one point she had genuinely thought she had snapped. Was the man she used to be the real Yunjae, or was this just another insane world created by some capricious god?
But there were other memories too. The knowledge and recollections of Heinzel had never disappeared. The kingdom spells she had been beaten bloody learning from the knight commander. The dagger techniques she had hacked her fingers raw mastering… Even if the power and momentum weren’t there anymore, she could still manage a rough recreation.
She quickly rinsed the sweat from her body, dried her short hair. Being a woman now was a genuine blessing—her hair wasn’t long enough to drive her insane trying to manage it. A ponytail would have been hell.
‘Hah… I was a soldier. Of course.’
Seo Yuna had been a soldier. A Sergeant First Class.
The old her had been a normal private. The moment he was discharged, the Main God had kidnapped him and dropped him into Heinzel. Years later he came back as Seo Yuna. The Main God had apparently used those years to fill the gap with military service.
She didn’t know whether the god had just filled the blank with the army because she had never done anything else, or whether Seo Yuna had actually wanted to join the military in the first place.
Anyway, after discharge she had no idea what to do with her life, so she just coasted for a while. Then she thought, why not stream? A pretty girl talking about army stories—people would watch, right?
She had started Nyatube ambitiously. But reality was cruel.
The platform was flooded with insane dopamine videos like “defector turned spy training stories.” Seo Yuna didn’t even belong in the red ocean.
“Ugh… fucking bitch,” she muttered. If she called that bitch her own name, she’d be spitting on her own face? Because it was her?
She had bought a mic and camera anyway. She had a brain full of useless size and zero foresight, so when she finally decided to buy something she’d regret less if it was expensive. Now she had no idea what to do with the expensive junk she’d purchased.
She thought and decided.
If Nyatube wouldn’t work, she’d just go live.
That was exactly the story the fucking Main God had cooked up. ‘I wish I could be reborn as a woman and leech off people’s lives.’ The result of granting her wish.
‘Goddamn it, if you’re gonna grant wishes, do it right. At least make it so a couple thousand people watch while I eat.’ Instead he made her a hasco—someone with extremely low viewer numbers.
She hadn’t watched many hascos before, but she knew how brutal their lives were. So she knew exactly how hard it was.
Revenue? Zero.
Viewers? Zero to start.
Chat? No one to chat with. She’d just be talking to herself while staring at a blank wall.
And the freaks kept trying to approach her anyway—viewers, other streamers, everyone. The comments were filled with absolute garbage.
Being a female streamer… wasn’t easy at all. Even though she wasn’t doing anything lewd or dancing, those bastards still clung to her like flies.
‘Honestly… I don’t want to.’
Streamers who made it were a high-reward job, but the road to the top was brutal. Even if she wanted to do it, she really didn’t. She just didn’t feel like it. Every time she sat in front of the computer, Esterina’s face would flash through her mind…
But she had no choice. She had to.
The only reason was one last message from the Main God right before they parted.
‘When your status is restored, I will come find you again.’
She had heard it clearly. He was coming back.
How long it would take, she didn’t know. But if there was even the slightest chance of seeing that bastard again, she had to take it. If she saw him, maybe she could return to Heinzel. Maybe as Yuza’s body once more.
If she could, she should have asked right after defeating the Demon King to send her back to that exact moment…
‘And… even if I don’t think it’s true, the god gave me the role of streamer. Isn’t it important to properly fulfill that role?’
Pure speculation with zero basis, but without that thought she couldn’t survive day after day. She’d have to believe it was true and grind through.
Sigh.
What a miserable life.
She had said she’d live properly after discharge, then suddenly got dragged into another world. Defeated the Demon King, started living happily with her beloved, then woke up as a woman and was sent back to Earth in the middle of it all…
‘Esterina… I wonder how you’re doing.’
Every time the thought crossed her mind she felt depressed, but thoughts and emotions were impossible to control. She didn’t know how the girl who had disappeared was faring. If it were possible… if time had passed at all, she wished it hadn’t.
But…
She shook her head hard, erasing the stray thoughts. Whether it was the body or hormones, the deeper she sank into it, the faster her nose would tingle and tears would well up.
Was it just age? Or hormones?
“Ugh, damn it… I have to get ready for the stream.”
She cursed under her breath, then began preparing for the live broadcast.
What did a streamer need to succeed? To grow the channel? Everyone would have a different answer, and any of them could be right or wrong. Honestly, she didn’t know either. She just wondered if luck mattered most.
The truth was probably fixed, but among the answers she gave—and the ones most people would consider correct—the first step was to simply get people to watch her. Not by undressing, but by standing out.
‘This person is fun. This one is hilarious. This one is pretty.’ Those were the thoughts that made viewers decide to tune in. The deciding factor was usually seeing that person’s name somewhere first.
If she wasn’t eye-catching from the start, there was no chance at all.
‘That’s why they use viral companies or insert viewbots…’
Copy-pasting clips and images from communities, flooding popular posts with her content. Or just stuffing random fake viewers into the chat.
Both methods had their pros and cons, but the risk was enormous. Since they weren’t normal methods, she’d probably get a terrible reputation tag… or her account could be banned altogether.
She wasn’t about to gamble her lunch money on something this risky. The prices were steep too. Plus, whether it worked or not was pure luck.
So the method she chose was the one streamers called “suction” in a fancy way—leech effect.
‘Pull in a few people while the flow is going and you make money.’
There were several ways to do the suction trick. Slave around big servers and groom people, or follow streamers around and plant your eyes on them. Or run content that involved other streamers, pulling in fans or people who liked them and flooding the live with viewers.
Of course, even that flow depended on the host’s weight and recognition. Some would pull in thousands doing the same thing, others would get zero viewers.
So she tried something else. Something shameful and embarrassing… but she went for the begging route.
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Title: Hello, New Female Streamer Imttidue here~! Today we’re doing the Nyatube World Cup!!
Writer: Imttidue
Hello, Nyatube Lovers Gallery everyone!! This is new female streamer Imttidue.
You’re probably wondering why a female streamer is posting in the sacred Nyatube gallery…
Since I’m doing the Nyatube World Cup, I just wanted to show you guys the tiniest bit of interest…
I won’t ask you to watch my stream. I have a conscience, after all.
But in this content… I’d really appreciate if you could give me a little push in chat… hahaha…
Nyatube is something only a few Japanese people know about, so please be lenient…
http://piriri.cast.com/c7d3b49d29be8638b106c6741b
Stream link!
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The tone and content were so shameful she had even gotten permission from the news forum before posting. It was the peak of embarrassment, but she had no choice. To eat and live, she had to lower her pride. If she kept her pride, what money would she have? What would she have?
No, seriously, the nickname was so pathetic. What kind of name is Imttidue? Why did she even choose that? Seo Yuna, you idiot.