Test Broadcast and Virginity Verification (2)
"Wow. Pretty pussy. Looks like you've had the hair removed, and there's no discoloration either."
Unlike Gwan Uri, who was openly fascinated by my pussy, Zhuge Myeonghui appraised my outer lips with clinical coolness. That reaction was somehow more humiliating. There was no desire in it, no arousal—only the feeling of being handled like merchandise.
"Would you mind showing the inside as well? It'd be nice if it were a pretty pale pink, like your nipples."
Zhuge Myeonghui worked her pen briskly over her notebook as she asked. It was a rather rude request to make of a twenty-four-year-old virgin. But I wasn't an ordinary woman. I was a woman about to become an adult streamer.
"And why wouldn't she show you?" Gwan Uri tossed out.
She was the one who wanted to look, and still she was rushing me.
"Hooo—"
I drew a deep breath and spread my legs. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but I was an adult streamer. Hooking my ankles over the arms of the chair, I parted my pussy lips with my fingers and showed them the inside.
"I-is this okay?"
"Hm. A pretty pussy, just as I expected. That said, it's perfectly fine if you let them see you a little embarrassed."
"What? Won't they hate it if I'm too passive?"
"The AI viewers are certainly programmed to prefer an aggressive performance. But you're running a virgin concept, aren't you, Yubi? A bit of shyness will be more popular."
"Ah... right."
Taking her advice, I held the spread-leg pose with a little more hesitation in it.
"Good. So we're certain you're a virgin? You've confirmed the hymen as well?"
"Yes. I saw it during the test broadcast."
"If you weren't a virgin, we'd have to market you a different way. All right. Uri."
"Yes."
"I'm checking the tentacle camera. Go ahead and put it in just like that."
"Wha—hnnngh♡"
A black tentacle suddenly pushed up inside me. Embarrassed by the moan that slipped out on its own, I clapped a hand over my mouth.
"Hnnp♡ nnh♡"
Fortunately the surface was slick and coated in lubricant, so it didn't hurt. Wherever the tentacle passed, though, the tickle was so sharp I couldn't hold the sounds back.
"Mmm♡ hhh♡"
"Yubi, I'm turning the monitor on."
Zhuge Myeonghui switched on the monitor set up beside us, and the inside of my pussy appeared in raw detail. Putting something foreign that deep, and looking straight at the inside of my own pussy—both felt deeply strange. If I hadn't become an adult streamer, I might have gone my whole life without ever seeing it.
"You see this white part? The hymen's intact. Ah—Uri, start pulling back. If it tears, we're in serious trouble."
"Yes, understood."
Without so much as a word that she was withdrawing, Gwan Uri yanked the tentacle out in a single pull. There was no consideration in it at all.
"Angh♡ w-wait a second♡"
The tentacle was fairly thick, about the girth of an average man's cock. When it popped free all at once, a lewd moan tore out of me and my hips jerked back whether I wanted them to or not.
"Haaahn♡"
Zhuge Myeonghui caught my shoulder and gave me a shake.
"There, there. Pull yourself together. The first broadcast starts at nine tonight. I'll be monitoring right beside you, so don't get too nervous. Uri, will you be joining as well?"
"Yes. This 'unnie' gets me pretty hot... I'll come straight in once my own stream ends."
As Gwan Uri nodded, her nipples stood out just a little. Was she actually a lesbian? Why would a woman get turned on watching someone spread her legs wide and tremble at the waist?
Gwan Uri, who had acknowledged me as unnie.
"As promised, I'll call you unnie. That's all right, isn't it, Yubi-unnie?"
She went a step further, linking her arm through mine and whispering it into my ear. Back when I was a man, if a puppy-eyed beauty like Gwan Uri had rubbed her chest against me and breathed against my ear, my cock would have been delighted. Unfortunately, the body I was stuck in now was a woman's. It wasn't quite a full slide into female depravity, but a chill still prickled over my skin. I had no idea what she might do if I refused.
"Ah, yes. Go ahead..."
The moment I nodded because I had no other choice, Zhuge Myeonghui covered her mouth and burst out laughing.
"Pfft. Yubi, you do know Uri is a year older than you?"
"What?"
"You're twenty-four. Uri is twenty-five."
At that single remark I stared blankly at Gwan Uri. She cleared her throat, tried to settle her reddening face, and answered.
"Ahem. If they're pretty and they get me hot, they're an unnie, CEO."
Was this an Udyr-tier stance swap or what? A minute ago she'd been scaring me with talk of firing me if I wasn't a virgin.
"I'll head in first. See you later, unnie."
"Yes, go on. Thank you for today, Uri."
Gwan Uri bowed deeply to me and to Zhuge Myeonghui, then went out of the house. Why was she treating me like the actual older sister? She was the one a year older, and acting like this only made it more of a burden.
Unlike me, fretting, Zhuge Myeonghui leaned her back against the wall at her ease.
"This is why I like Uri. What about you, Yubi?"
"I'm not really sure. Ahaha..."
I put on an awkward smile. We'd only just met today. Where was I supposed to find the room to like her?
"For now, this is a bit much to look at. Would you mind putting some clothes on?"
"Ah, yes! I'm sorry."
Until a moment ago I'd been sitting there with my pants and panties off, pussy spread open. I couldn't stay like that now that it was over. I had to cover up, and fast. I hauled my panties and pants back up in a fluster.
"So today is the debut, then?"
A debut. An adult-broadcast streamer debut, at that.
"That's right. I roughly sketched a timeline for how we'll run it. Take your time and read through it."
Zhuge Myeonghui handed me a single sheet of paper. For something she called rough, it was far too detailed.
"To summarize roughly: a greeting, the virginity verification, expressing the breast milk, a breast milk review, some talking, then we end the broadcast. Do you follow?"
"Yes. I understand."
So I was showing the milking to the viewers too. Then should I mention today's breast milk effect as well? It wasn't just anything—it was a boost to sex appeal. Sex appeal stacked on a virgin concept felt a little wrong.
"You said the taste of the milk changes every day?"
"Yes. It seems to go strawberry, banana, then chocolate."
"And there are effects as well? Like Uri's tentacle fluid—drink it and your body heats up, that sort of thing."
"Yes... that changes every day too. Today it's... a rise in sex appeal."
Even getting the words out of my mouth was difficult.
"A rise in sex appeal! I like it."
"What? Didn't you say today's broadcast was the shy-virgin concept?"
"It's gap appeal. A virgin opening her eyes to sex for the first time. Don't you think the viewers will love it?"
Gulp. I swallowed without meaning to. The man still inside me had reacted first, and a strange fantasy welled up in my head: a pure little virgin drinking one glass of breast milk, rubbing her thighs together, helpless against an itchy pussy. The cock that had already vanished from my body seemed to stand straight up in my mind.
Zhuge Myeonghui checked her wristwatch. From where I sat beside her, it was only a little past eleven in the morning.
"We did come rather early, didn't we? You have a life of your own, Yubi."
"It's fine."
"We'll need to set up, so I'll be back at seven. In the meantime, do whatever you need to do, and watch a lot of other adult streamers. Especially our streamers' videos."
"Yes!"
When I nodded, she looked satisfied, slipped on her heels, and left the house.
"Then I'll be back around seven."
The storm of an unofficial virginity verification was over. All that remained was building up my knowledge of broadcasting.
"Guess I'll go take a look around..."
Seven in the evening.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
"Eek!"
I'd been monitoring adult broadcasts and, without quite meaning to, playing with myself. I wiped away the pussy juice streaming out of me with a tissue and opened the door.
"Hello, Yubi. Were you watching the broadcasts properly?"
"Ah, hello..."
I suddenly wanted a mirror, just to see what state I was in. I'd assumed that for a nine o'clock broadcast she'd show up around eight, so I'd been masturbating with real dedication.
Mo Yubi favored sports bras. I didn't know whether ordinary bras were the same, but a sports bra—nothing but a single layer of fabric over the pads—made stiff nipples show even more. Anyone looking at me could tell I'd been masturbating.
"Mmm..."
"M-Mo Yeon?"
"Huh? A guest? Hewwo— I'm Yeonie!"
To make matters worse, Mo Yeon came out as well—the same Mo Yeon I'd brought home early, skipping even her nap, and put to bed ahead of time. What a complicated mess.
"Hello. I'm Zhuge Myeonghui. Auntie's friend."
"Fwiend? Wow! You gonna pway with Auntie?"
"Mm-hmm. It's a grown-ups' game, so how about Yeonie takes a little nap?"
"'Kay! Have fun pwaying, Auntie!"
She took the child to the room as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and even got her to sleep. The ease of someone who had done it more than once or twice. When I stared at her blankly, Zhuge Myeonghui smiled and answered, as if she'd read my mind.
"I have a lot of younger siblings. The soundproofing's good, right?"
"Ah, yes..."
Since I'd become Mo Yubi, Mo Yeon had never once woken from the sounds of me masturbating. And yet, thinking of how suspiciously well the child mimicked moans... it seemed the original Mo Yubi had masturbated with her in the same room before. Peel her as much as you liked and all that came out were horror stories. An onion of a woman. I didn't even feel sorry for having taken her body.
For now, I led Zhuge Myeonghui to my room.
"Just a moment. I'll bring you something to drink."
There was nothing in the fridge but water. And one other drink came to mind—my breasts, already excited and perfectly primed to leak. Chocolate-flavored breast milk, with a sex-appeal boost attached. I was curious what it was like without Mo Yeon's buff. Glancing toward Zhuge Myeonghui in the room, I took out a cup and pinched a nipple to draw the milk.
"Hnngh."
A moan slipped out and I nearly got caught, but I managed to squeeze the drops free all the same.
Trickle—
Two cups filled with breast milk. Coffee-colored milk brimming in clear glass. Since it could raise sex appeal, I'd be able to play a virgin who was shy and in heat at the same time. I couldn't use my boss, Zhuge Myeonghui, as a test subject, so I'd just let her see the taste.
"Sorry. Did I keep you waiting?"
"It's fine. Oh—is this your breast milk, Yubi?"
She recognized it at a glance. Well. Drawing the milk had taken a little time, so of course she'd catch on.
"Yes. It's chocolate flavored. Um... the effect is that your sex appeal goes up? Something like that."
Zhuge Myeonghui set a finger to her lips, a gesture that said not another word.
"Let's agree not to tell anyone but me about the effects. At least not until we list the breast milk on the shopping mall."
I nodded quietly. If the effects got out already, people after the milk might try to harm me and Mo Yeon. Even if we did sell it through the mall, I had no idea how JGSG Entertainment—nothing more than a small-to-midsize company—would protect me.
Bzzzt—
In the meantime, Zhuge Myeonghui's phone buzzed.
"Uri says she'll be here within ten minutes. I'll set up the monitor. All right if I take the milk as a gift?"
"Yes, go ahead."
She poured the breast milk into a tumbler and installed the monitor.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong—
Gwan Uri, hammering the doorbell as fast as she could, as if she couldn't wait another second to see my face. What the hell. She was way too much for me.
"Come in, Uri."
"Unnie! Did you watch my broadcast too?"
The moment the door opened, Gwan Uri seized my hand, eyes sparkling.
"Of course I did."
Of all the hours I'd spent monitoring, the streams I'd watched most belonged to the same company: Gwan Uri and Jang Bihye. The majority of adult broadcasts didn't use abilities at all. Even when they did, it was extremely limited—moving a dildo around, that sort of thing. They got me hot, but the fun of watching was different. Zhuge Myeonghui had, in her own way, opened a blue ocean in the adult-broadcast world. All the more so given that Gwan Uri and Jang Bihye had been streaming for over half a year, and still no one was copying them.
"All right, shall we begin? Uri, the tentacle."
"Yes."
Gwan Uri turned one lock of her hair into a tentacle and held it out to Zhuge Myeonghui, who fitted a camera to it just as she had yesterday. Checking her wristwatch, Zhuge Myeonghui smiled.
"Setup's finished, so let's get started."
"It's still eight, though?"
"That's the fun of a surprise broadcast. A bit like a surprise gift? We never announced a time anyway."
She giggled. I didn't know about that. Either way, the sooner the virginity verification was dealt with, the better.
"For the room title... let's go with this."
What she punched in, and called a room title, was nothing but those four blunt characters of bait.
"Will this actually work?"
"Oh my. You have no idea how good the word 'virgin' is at pulling aggro in this industry. Shall we start, then?"
"W-wait..."
Before I was ready, she hit the start-broadcast button.
"Y-yuha! Hello. I'm Yubi."
Viewers were sticking faster than they had when I'd streamed alone. I looked to Zhuge Myeonghui for help, but she shook her head. Handle it yourself, that meant.
"To introduce myself, I'm a streamer under JGSG Entertainment, and my Unique Ability is expressing breast milk."
"Ahem! I'll show you the milking later. For now, since none of you seem to believe me, I'm doing a virginity verification."
"There's a monitor up beside me. Uri, from the same company, is going to help with the virginity verification. We'll put Uri's tentacle—fitted with an endoscopic camera—into my pussy and broadcast the hymen live."
I got through the explanation without my voice shaking. A success, for now.
"Hello. I'm Uri."
Gwan Uri greeted them, folding her eyelids into a pretty smile.
"Then shall we skip the preamble and get started?"