I Want to Meet Seria

It was incredible. Seria’s 3D avatar displayed an absolutely astonishing degree of detail and polish.

She seemed delighted with how she looked. Smiling brightly, she spun once in a full circle. Her black skirt flared out in a graceful ripple, blooming like a flower caught in a gentle breeze.

“Ufufu♡ I’m so glad you all like it. What about you, DdalSyong? Do you think I look pretty right now?”

“Hehe, that’s a secret. Still, I really did put a lot of work into this avatar. More than anything, I was planning to reveal it much later, but I asked the boss and got it released early♡”

I stared at her, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠completely entranced. It was as if Seria could feel my gaze; she smiled with seductive grace and showed off her lovely 3D form from every possible angle.

After that, the other believers’ donations naturally rained down like a storm. While receiving the flood of gifts, she let out a soft “huhu,” thanked everyone, and took a few graceful steps back.

“Well then. Now that I have a new body, I can finally give you all a proper reaction.”

By now, no one found it strange when I spent heavily. On the contrary, the viewers could read my emotions just from the amounts I dropped.

At that moment, Seria planted both hands on her waist, puffed her cheeks in a pout, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and shouted in my direction.

“Honestly!! DdalSyong! I told you not to make such excessive donations! From now on, you are banned from donating more than 100,000 won!!”

I had more money than I knew what to do with, so it didn’t matter to me, but if she was going to worry this much, I had no choice. I would just have to do as she wished.

Thinking about it with ordinary common sense, even if I were a VTuber, I would have been concerned if a single fan was dumping enormous sums on me every single day. It’s nice that she likes me, but if that fan was walking straight into ruin because of her, how painful would that be for her heart?

Seria really does have the gentle soul of a true nun. That must be why she worries about me so much. Honestly, I wanted to donate even more lavishly so she could be happier, so it was a little disappointing.

“Then, to celebrate this new model, I’ll show you all my reactions to your support! To be honest, I’m still inexperienced, so please be kind even if it’s a little clumsy.”

The EDM track began to play. A powerful beat laced with electronic vocals carried an air of haughty elegance.

Seria, still dressed in her black nun habit, started the sexy dance she had apparently prepared.

Her white hair swayed like dancing silk in time with the fluttering skirt. Her sparkling red eyes, fixed in this direction, glowed with seductive charm. Her generous chest proudly displayed its presence even beneath the habit, bouncing up and down according to the physics engine.

Every time her bold dance moves flashed, glimpses of the stockings and garter belt beneath her skirt appeared. It was more than enough to set my heart racing with excitement.

Of course, her dancing was quite awkward. She had always emphasized that she was a terrible dancer with no sense of rhythm, so the movements were clumsy. Even so, the fact that she had prepared this herself for her fans was incredibly endearing. Most people would have simply used a pre-made character motion and clicked play, and no one would have complained. Yet she was clearly moving her own body.

“Haa…”

After dancing for about three minutes, the music ended. Still short of breath, she looked at the screen and suddenly realized something she had forgotten. She let out a startled yelp.

“Aaaah!! S-sorry, everyone! I completely forgot to set the screen to three-way split! Why didn’t any of you remind me~!”

The Seria I supported smiled with genuine joy that could be felt even through the avatar. She lifted the corners of her lips in a modest, graceful smile.

“I’m truly relieved that it looked pretty to you, DdalSyong. Since you’re happy, I’m happy too.”

She hopped lightly, then struck a classic subculture pose—hands clasped behind her back, upper body leaning forward, and a playful wink.

“From now on, I’ll make you feel really, really good♡”

That pose would look unbearably cringy in real life. It only becomes cute and charming when a manga character does it. Yet Seria, now transformed with perfect 3D modeling, executed it flawlessly and struck my heart like a bolt of lightning.

Damn it! She’s too pretty and too cute!! I really want to make her my bride!!

When Seria saw the amount I had donated, she flinched in surprise, furrowed her brows, and began to scold me.

“No!! DdalSyong!! I told you not to do this!! Why did you throw in another huge donation without holding back again?! If you keep this up, I’m really going to ban you!”

“DdalSyong…”

At that moment, both her cheeks flushed a deep red. Her large, ruby-red eyes blinked as they gazed at me. She said nothing more, but I could vaguely sense the words she was holding inside her chest.

Wait, is this for real? Wow, why is my heart pounding so hard right now?

Put in a bad way, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say Seria was completely boiling my brain into soup. Right now I was in a state where my skull had cracked open and my brains were leaking out from the broth she was cooking.

‘I want to meet her.’ The thought slipped out so naturally.

Of course, I knew a VTuber wasn’t her true self. Still… if I could meet her in reality. Even if it meant taking the red pill, if I could have her right in front of me… how wonderful would that be?

‘She must be pretty in real life, right? Her voice is already this beautiful.’

Of course there are women with pretty voices but ordinary faces. Even so, the illusion of a beautiful Seria was already dancing vividly inside my head.

Any passionate fan has at least once dreamed of meeting the person they admire, whether that dream ends with a red pill or not.

“Aah, I want to meet Seria~”

I leaned back in my chair and muttered to myself.

At that moment, Yog, who had been busily clicking away at his keyboard and mouse beside me, spoke in a dry tone.

“Then, if Elf joins the same agency as her, wouldn’t you have the chance to meet?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes. Above all, Elf has both the looks and an incredibly good voice. I don’t think it would be strange at all for you to become a VTuber.”

“……”

Me? A VTuber?

Until now I had stubbornly remained on the viewer’s side. In my previous life I had been nothing but a lifelong viewer, so the very idea of me becoming a VTuber had never even crossed my mind. I wasn’t sure I even had the talent for it.

Someone like me… the person who used to upload clips of other VTubers. A clipper like me. Becoming a VTuber myself.

“…”

It seemed like something truly worth considering.