Secret Account
The fever was finally gone.
No more excuses left to make.
I dragged myself to work with lifeless eyes, pushed through the schedule as best I could, and came straight home. I didn’t want to cause anyone trouble, after all.
I’d properly thanked the unnies who worried about me, but on the ride back I barely spoke to Hinami sitting beside me. I didn’t know what to say. …There wasn’t much left in me to say anyway.
“…We’re here.”
In that suffocating car, I kept my mouth shut the entire way until we finally reached the apartment. The manager kept glancing at me, clearly startled by how unlike myself I seemed. Honestly, I felt a little sorry for him.
“Thank you. I’ll head up now.”
“Yes. Take care.”
After saying goodbye only to the manager, I went upstairs, collapsed onto the bed without even changing, and reached for my phone. I didn’t want to think about work anymore.
I’d already played that game to death in the car, so instead I opened the new Twitter account I’d started because of that part-timer. Of course, it was a secret, view-only account that never posted anything.
“…”
As usual, I saw that woman’s tweets, heated up over baseball. There was no fun in just watching her rage, so I scrolled past to other things—fan art from the game I played.
…I think I heard somewhere that the algorithm was dangerous. It was a little unsettling how a few taps on those posts suddenly flooded my feed with nothing but related content. Still, it wasn’t like there was anything weird about it…
“…Ah.”
While scrolling, a photograph suddenly appeared instead of flat illustrations. The outfit was exactly the same as one I’d seen in a drawing earlier, but the curves were completely different. A cosplayer’s photo. No—a thumbnail.
“…”
I’d seen it before. …At that man’s house. Which meant the woman wearing what looked like a nun’s habit was probably my sister.
I almost tapped the link attached to the thumbnail, but stopped. I already knew where it would lead. Instead, I clicked the account itself, followed it, and checked whether she’d posted anything that could reveal her identity.
“Nothing.”
Thankfully. It was a simple promotional account with zero personal information. The only thing it did was periodically drop links whenever a new video was uploaded. I wasn’t even sure if my sister was the one running it. It could just be a fan account.
Relieved that she hadn’t secretly uploaded any of those insane acts here, I absentmindedly scrolled through the account’s followers and spotted a strangely familiar ID. Without thinking, I tapped it.
“…Huh?”
…It was someone I knew. Hwang Suah’s secret account. I recognized it instantly for three reasons: the way she wrote was identical, the character in her profile picture was the same, and her username was exactly the same except for the numbers at the end.
“…Ha.”
…She talked so much about liking cute, pretty female characters, but she just liked lewd stuff. Amused, I checked the followers of that secret account and found it was quite the spectacle. Artists who only drew explicit pictures. Cosplayers who only wore revealing outfits. A few accounts that were simply attractive men or women. …And several that openly posted actual sex videos.
The tweets she’d posted herself were unbelievably vulgar. Saying that using a massager to… herself wasn’t as good as she’d expected. That a six-inch dildo didn’t do anything for her anymore. For a second I didn’t understand what I was reading, then a grotesque, sponge-like object suddenly filled the screen and I yelped, flinging my phone away.
At this point I was losing all faith in humanity. What the hell even was sexual desire? Was everyone around me like this?
Clutching my head in disbelief, I stripped and went to shower. Standing under the water in a daze, mechanically lathering myself, a thought suddenly surfaced.
…Why didn’t I feel anything even when I looked at lewd things? Everyone else seemed driven mad by lust, yet I alone felt nothing when I saw a fit man or a beautiful woman. Really nothing at all.
“…”
Out of simple curiosity, I pressed a sudsy finger lightly against my clit. …Still nothing. It was a sensitive spot, so pressing harder would probably hurt, but beyond that there was no sensation whatsoever. I moved my hand to my chest and gave my nipple a small pinch, but again felt nothing pleasant. The only thought that came was whether pinching harder would hurt.
…How could something like this rule everyone’s lives? It made even less sense now. It felt like I was living in a completely different world from everyone else.
“Haa…”
I rinsed off, dried myself, roughly blow-dried my hair, and returned to bed. Lying down without a thought, I picked up my phone just as a new tweet appeared on Hwang Suah’s secret account.
“……”
…Was that her ID? A photo with everything covered except the number “2” visible in the last digit. Wondering why she would post something like that, I scrolled down and saw she was in a heated argument with some anonymous user.
The content was…
Are you even a girl?
Looking at your follow list, you’re obviously a netkama.
For a moment I didn’t understand what “netkama” meant, so I searched it and learned it referred to a man pretending to be a woman online. Only then did I realize why Hwang Suah was so angry, and why she had covered everything on her ID except the “2.”
Even after seeing that, the person arguing with her didn’t back down. Instead they kept going.
…The things they were saying were so disgusting I felt like I might actually throw up. Of course, my own ID started with 4, but the only adults whose IDs started with 4 right now were people like me whose birthdays had already passed—everyone born in ’00 except those whose birthdays hadn’t come yet.
…Was this person crazy?
Even while thinking that, I remembered all the men who had sexually harassed me from debut until last year and simply let out a sigh. While I was watching the fight that made my brows furrow just by reading it, a flood of people suddenly appeared out of nowhere and began insulting Hwang Suah in exponentially increasing numbers.
…I had no idea what these people even meant by “accepting” her, but while I was watching this completely pointless fight, she posted one final tweet and ended the argument.
Why are you all retards
You’ve never even met a girl so you get horny just looking at a photo? lol lol lol
Despite the crude language, I could feel the embarrassment she was trying to hide by censoring her eyes. She was wearing a tank top and leggings that looked like something you might wear at the gym—barely acceptable even there, and definitely not on the street. The handwriting in the photo was messy, almost childish, like she’d scrawled it while angry.
Watching her shut everyone up at once… I felt something I’d never felt before. Elation. Maybe it was because it felt like she was getting revenge on my behalf against all the people who left hate comments on me. Or maybe it was for some other reason I couldn’t name. But it was thrilling. …So thrilling my breathing grew rough.
**
…I’m so fucking pissed, seriously.
First I got mad at the bastards who pretended to treat a perfectly normal girl like a guy just so they could rub their dicks on me. Then I got even more pissed at all the new guys who suddenly crawled out of the woodwork the moment they heard “girl.” And third, I was speechless at how they immediately switched to rating my body the second I posted the photo.
Well, most of those disgusting ratings were actually compliments. Except for the first guy who threw a fit about my chest being small.
“Huu…”
…Taking the verification photo had been insanely embarrassing, but once I posted it I felt so much better. Some loser who clearly had never even held a girl’s hand, let alone had a girlfriend, started shit with me, and I couldn’t hold back my anger so I clapped back. It didn’t feel bad at all.
Of course, I’d never had a boyfriend either, but… I didn’t want some guy who also had “anime otaku” in his bio just because I did. I wanted a tall, fit, nice, capable guy with a big dick and a bit of nerdiness—like other girls wanted. I had zero interest in meeting some pathetic shut-in whose only similarity was liking the same anime.
This is why I should’ve hidden my gender on this account from the start. The moment I made it obvious, they all came crawling to rub their dicks on me and piss me off. When I told them to fuck off they started screaming about me being a netkama.
I’m not unable to date like you losers. I just choose not to.
“…Fucking retards.”
The same guys who had been insulting me just moments ago were now panting like dogs in heat after seeing one photo of my stomach. It was hilarious. Ahaha, you idiots. Did you really think we were on the same level just because we both liked lewd things?
I actually work out hard and try to stay slim for cosplay. You guys would just look ugly even if you tried cosplaying male characters. If you crossdressed you’d be fucking disgusting. At least if you had a body like the boss, crossdressing might just be funny instead of gross. Pfft…
“…Ah, these crazy bastards.”
While laughing and watching the hearts pile up, I checked the sudden flood of DMs and found them full of dick pics. …Were these guys actually retarded? I considered reporting every single one of them to the police, but reporting was too much hassle, so instead I just sent them a photo of the dildo I used, added a “^^” emoji to mock them, and blocked them all.
I might let a pretty girl wearing a strap-on fuck me, but I’m not letting any of you pathetic, scrawny losers who can’t even get hard from just looking at a dick pic anywhere near me.
Seeing how much worse they were than me even in photos made me feel genuinely good. …Ah, this was seriously fun. No wonder people liked the “hidden strong” character type. The moment I lifted the seal, all the people who had been slandering me were suddenly bowing their heads. It was incredibly entertaining, so I took another photo with a little less embarrassment than before.
Same outfit again. I flipped off all the pathetic virgins who didn’t know what to do with their boners and mocked them to my heart’s content. …Pfft. While you losers were busy flaming me, I was playing games and DMing with an idol… Puheheh…