The Test Broadcast and the Virginity Verification (1)

"V-virginity verification?"

"Yes. To be precise, we'll use Miss Uri's tentacles as an endoscope, slip them inside your pussy, and certify that your hymen is still intact."

"D-do we really have to go that far?"

"Your breast milk has serious potential, Yubi. But even if it comes from a Unique Ability, you can't show viewers your own status window. Breast milk is usually made by women who've given birth, so people could easily mistake you for someone who isn't a virgin."

"Aren't adult-broadcast streamers usually not virgins in the first place?"

"Don't even say something that dangerous."

Zhuge Myeonghui waved the idea off with both hands. It's adult broadcasting. Why demand virginity from streamers who are openly doing filthy things? I like virgins too, but the situation's different, isn't it?

"Adult streamers aren't AV actresses. No matter how adult the platform, internet broadcasts still can't show fully explicit acts under content review. A certain degree of virginity is expected of them."

She looked at me with open pity, as if it were tragic that a twenty-four-year-old adult didn't even know that piece of "common sense."

I possessed this body yesterday. Of course I don't know.

"W-why is that...?"

"Hmm. How should I put it. Do you know what a sexual fantasy is?"

"Yeah. More or less."

"What you're selling, Yubi, is that fantasy. The illusion that the viewer is having sex with the streamer on the broadcast."

"Ah..."

"And on top of that, we have to sell your breast milk. If we want to raise the value of you, and of the milk as a product... wouldn't proving your virginity be the best method?"

So I'm merchandise now. Out in the open. Well. From a CEO's seat, money has to be made. A pure, innocent virgin squeezing out breast milk in thick streams? People would fight for a taste.

"I-I've never masturbated with anything inside me... Could you give me a little time?"

Zhuge Myeonghui's gaze shifted from pitying some clueless kid to the look of a person beholding a protected natural monument.

"Of course. We'll even supply the equipment."

She held out a shopping bag. It had a solid weight to it. What was in there?

"It's an adult-toy set from our company's adult-goods brand. There's even a dildo Miss Bibi produced, so please use them as much as you like."

"Hack—! Hack—!"

Bibi was that red-haired girl I saw earlier, wasn't she? It came out of her pussy. Is that even hygienic? If she'd washed it properly, it was probably fine. Even telling myself that, the thought of masturbating with a dildo that had come out of another woman's pussy still turned my stomach.

I still had to thank her. They'd sell this at a steep markup in a shop, and she'd handed it over for free. And if the thing was eighty percent identical to the real deal, it was basically a dick, wasn't it?

"Th-thank you..."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow to set up the endoscope and the broadcast equipment."

"Hack—! Hack—!"

One day. That's all I get to brace myself? In that span I had to get as used to this world's adult broadcasts as I possibly could.

I boarded the subway and pulled up the community. Adult broadcasting might be legal, but watching it out in the open was still embarrassing.

"The JGSG Entertainment artists were named Uri and Bibi, right."

Uri was the one who turned her hair into tentacles. Bibi was the one who pulled dildos out of her pussy.

"Th-they're posting porn right out in the open..."

Even the community users were uploading adult-broadcast screencaps with zero shame. In my past life, porn shots got blocked on every forum. What a wonderful world this was.

Anyway. Uri's real name was Gwan Uri. Bibi's was Jang Bihye. Mine was Mo Yubi. Surely Zhuge Myeonghui hadn't scouted me just to hunt the names. Romance of the Three Kingdoms was famous here too, but same as my old world, it was boomer trash.

Brrring— brrring—

I'd been nodding off on the subway when an alert jolted me awake. It was already four in the afternoon.

"Ah! Mo Yeon's pickup time!"

The daycare Mo Yeon attended was the very next stop. I tumbled off the train and ran, the same frantic scramble as when I'd gone to the company building.

Eight at night. Mo Yeon's bedtime.

I, Mo Yubi, had signed the contract with JGSG Entertainment. Which meant I had to work as an adult-broadcast streamer. But in this body I had never even masturbated, let alone had sex. I'd been a virgin in my past life too. A woman's body was unfamiliar, and so was internet broadcasting.

Nothing beats live practice if you want to get used to something. Broadcasting and masturbation both. I decided to try a test broadcast.

My mind might not have been ready, but Mo Yubi's body was used to touching itself. A few thrusts and the slick just poured. Practice a little, and I ought to be able to do it smoothly in front of a camera.

I turned on the computer and switched on the camera. A black T-shirt, and jeans cut close enough to pass for hot pants. An outfit horny enough that I would have understood if someone used me as jerk-off material. Swap the jeans for dolphin shorts and I felt like I could infuriate the dicks of tens, hundreds of thousands of men.

"Do I even own dolphin shorts?"

Rummaging the closet turned up a pair of black ones with white stripes. I carefully peeled off the jeans and changed. Under them, gray designer panties.

"Unemployed, and wearing the expensive stuff."

If she'd spent even half that money on Mo Yeon, the kid wouldn't have been so thin. But as adult streamer Yubi, it wasn't a bad choice. Men lose their minds over gray panties soaked in slick, don't they? My past-life self had been exactly that kind of man, so I wasn't taking arguments.

I hiked up the tight black tee and found a gray sports bra from the same brand. Mo Yubi had been a shut-in loafing around the house, so she'd apparently chosen comfort over anything that looked good from the outside. It was a decent prop for selling virginity, so I decided to leave it. ...It was absolutely not because I didn't have the money for new underwear.

Carefully, I pushed the bra up too and bared my breasts.

"Ngh."

A gasp came out the second I looked. They were huge, and pretty. Mo Yeon was asleep right now. I grabbed them without hesitation. The more I touched, the more they settled into my palms—breasts made to be kneaded. The moment I got used to handling them, I flicked a nipple with my index finger. Maybe groping them had already wound me up; the nipples stood stiff and proud. This body got aroused easily. Perfect for when a broadcast needed me heated in a hurry.

"Ahh..."

I sat in the chair and spread my legs, and the center of the gray panties darkened, visibly soaking through with slick.

"Oh, right. I should run the test broadcast."

Something this good was wasted if I was the only one watching. AI viewer generation? Checked. AI viewer chat? They had a decent system. Checked that too.

In the original story Mo Yeon was a high-school senior, nineteen, so this was fifteen years before that. The original began in 2031, which made it 2016 now. A full decade before my past life, and yet the tech had developed just far enough.

I swallowed dry and clicked the button to start the test broadcast.

"Moha! I'm streamer Yubi! It's my first broadcast, so please be gentle with me."

"Ah."

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Seven hours later. Three in the morning.

Click.

"Haa... haah♡"

Maybe because the tension finally let go, I'd gone on for a very long time. The room was a wreck of slick and squirt shows. With an audience there, the words and the moans both came out easily. Maybe I actually had a talent for this.

Real viewer chat wasn't logged, but the AI viewer chat was saved on the server.

I grinned at the saved chat. It was a little stiff, the way AI always is, but it still felt good. This was the artificial intelligence itself admitting I was hot, wasn't it?

"Hehe... for a tin can, your chat is way too spicy."

I had no idea what was waiting the next day.

Ding-dong— ding-dong—

I'd just put Mo Yeon on the daycare bus and was settling in for a nap when the doorbell went off out of nowhere.

"Who is it?"

Zhuge Myeonghui, in a suit, same as yesterday. And with her, a woman with straight black hair in a modest one-piece dress. Her breasts were large, if not as large as mine. The outer corners of her eyes drooped, giving her a calm, kindly air. I felt like I'd seen her somewhere. Who was she?

"Hello, Miss Mo Yubi. This is Miss Gwan Uri, a fellow streamer who'll be helping with today's virginity verification. Uri, this is Miss Mo Yubi, the new recruit we signed yesterday."

"A pleasure to meet you. I'm Gwan Uri."

Gwan Uri bowed deeply from the waist. A senior had lowered her head; I couldn't stay bolt upright by myself, so I bowed too.

"Hello! I'm Mo Yubi!"

Honestly, I'd thought she was someone else. Neat, fresh, almost demure. She gave off the impression of a person who would never do something like adult broadcasting. Was this really the woman who'd lost her mind stuffing her own pussy with hair tentacles?

A short silence settled. Zhuge Myeonghui stepped in to thaw the ice.

"Yubi, did you get a lot of 'practice' in yesterday?"

"Ah, yes. I did one test broadcast."

The moment I thought of yesterday's practice, my face burned. I hadn't managed to use Bibi's dildo, but I'd put on a masturbation show that ended in squirt after squirt. I hadn't known Mo Yubi's body felt things this easily.

"That's good. Could I have the test video by email later? Oh, it's not for anything strange. We'll use it to analyze your style and cut promotional clips."

"Yes. Of course!"

While Zhuge Myeonghui and I talked, Gwan Uri kept her mouth shut like a clam and scanned me. Taking that stare for a long stretch without a single word out of her was painfully awkward.

"Um... Miss Gwan Uri. Did you have something to say to me?"

"Miss Mo Yubi. Do you actually have a hymen?"

First thing out of her mouth is hymen...?

"I normally broadcast at this hour. If you aren't a virgin, you're just wasting my time and the CEO's."

"Now, now, Uri. What's this about. Yubi is a virgin."

Zhuge Myeonghui tried to cut her off, but Gwan Uri kept shooting me a provocative look. That pure first impression was long gone. What kind of rude person is this.

"Wh-what... so what do you want to do? Want to make a bet?"

"If it turns out you don't have a hymen, you leave our company."

"And if I do?"

"I'll call you Unnie."

Unbelievable. We hadn't even traded ages, and she was talking about unnie. Why was that woman on guard against me? Because she thought my breast milk would crush her aphrodisiac sales?

Zhuge Myeonghui, as if she'd caught the scent of money, smiled where we wouldn't quite see it.

"Now, now. Let's save promises like that for the viewers. I'll start the setup. Please wait just a moment."

She began setting up at a possessed speed. One pass of her hands and the webcam was seated; a second pass and the rest of the gear found its place. Faster and more exact than the half-finished job I'd done while squinting at the manual.

"Hmm. The outfit isn't bad."

It was the white tee I threw on as pajamas the second I got up, plus the dolphin shorts. Not bad? What is she talking about. Anyone could see it was a shirt I'd put on without thinking.

"Have you ever done your makeup?"

"Ah, no."

"Then I'll do it just for today. Learn it yourself from next time."

"Yes!"

Zhuge Myeonghui sat me at the vanity and went to work on my face with quick, tapping hands.

"Whoa... this is me?"

"A woman's transformation is never a crime."

She was too fast for me to learn a thing.

"That pure feeling of someone who hasn't been out in the working world yet. I like it."

Sex Appeal Up? What is that supposed to be. For a broadcast where I needed to sell purity, it seemed completely useless.

"Did a status window come up?"

"Ah, yes. The flavor of the milk changes every day."

We were colleagues starting today. It should be fine to tell her.

"Does the taste change every day, by any chance?"

"That's right. Today it's chocolate."

"Chocolate. Understood. The camera's on, so have a seat in front of it."

I sat at the desk at once, just as she said. Gwan Uri was still drilling me with that stinging look, but I pretended not to notice.

"And put an endoscope cam on Uri's hair."

When Gwan Uri drew out a strand of hair and turned it into a tentacle, Zhuge Myeonghui fitted an endoscope camera onto it. So that was going inside my pussy. I swallowed dry.

"Yubi, can you take off your shorts and panties now and show your pussy to the camera?"

"Hueh?"

The second I flustered, one corner of Gwan Uri's mouth lifted. She was laughing at me. She thought I'd lose my nerve. Sure, I'd stripped and stuffed my pussy on the test broadcast... but showing it to an actual person was a different thing. And these were people lying in wait to find out whether I was a virgin.

But I had to. If I was going to work as an adult streamer, I'd be showing it in front of thousands, tens of thousands, until the day I retired.

"Of course I can show it!"

I peeled off the dolphin shorts and the panties in one motion. A smooth, hairless pale pussy, not a single downy hair. The two of them began to look steadily at my lower half, the way you'd look at a work of art.

"Gulp."

Gwan Uri swallowed. Her face was reddening, but I pretended not to see. Get ready to call me Unnie.