Test Stream and Virginity Verification (3)

The moment Gwan Uri appeared on the broadcast, the viewer count blew past a hundred.

"I can't. I promised I'd help Yubi unnie today."

"That's not true. I'm younger than Miss Uri. The reason Miss Uri calls me unnie is... well, there's a reason."

She shoved Mo Yubi's ID up against the webcam.

The chat filled wall to wall with question marks.

"I really am twenty-four. I don't care if you believe me, but I'd be happy if you did."

"That's right. Pretty and makes you hard? Then she's an unnie."

She leaned her face in just a little and smiled, hunger threaded all through it. Her face flashed in one corner of the frame and was gone again. For the sake of my broadcast, she'd apparently decided not to show herself if she could help it.

"So! Um. Anyway! We've decided to do the virginity verification. First we put Miss Uri's tentacle into my genitals— I mean, my pussy— and with the endoscopic camera on it..."

Maybe the explanation had run too long. A one-line summary, of all things.

"Th-thank you for the fan name and the donation, GiveYubiTitties! I'll get a dick standing, just like you said!"

I'd figured an adult stream lived on the act more than the patter, but this was the level we were at. A donation had already landed. There was no time to hesitate.

I turned my back to the camera and dragged my dolphin shorts down. A pair of plain gray panties, a reasonable size, came into view, riding up just enough to trace the line of my ass.

Nerves, maybe. The dolphin shorts were small to begin with, and now they were wedged into my ass and wouldn't move.

"Aah, why won't they come down?"

My hands shook with the urge to get the shorts down faster, but a glance at chat said they were enjoying it.

What is wrong with these people.

In the shower I had pants, panties, and every other stitch off in under a minute. Ten minutes? Still, the point was that I was allowed to take my time.

"Thank you for the donation, PutTheBabyInYubisBag. I'll set a ten-minute timer."

"Cross the line with our artist and you're banned."

Zhuge Myeonghui delivered it like a gavel and banned every chat that stepped over.

I fidgeted for all I was worth and eased the panties down by inches. I didn't need to hit the mark exactly, but I put everything into filling those ten minutes. Halfway off, a pale, plump ass filled the frame.

"Nngh... there's still f-five minutes left..."

"Yes!"

I yanked the panties down and bared my ass and my pussy.

Most of the viewers roared.

The ten-minute faction exploded the second my lower half was laid bare. I am, and always will be, on the side of whoever has more money. For Mo Yeon. To break free of the original story!

"N-now I'll do the virginity verification. If I... show my pussy, is that enough?"

I watched Zhuge Myeonghui and got ready to spread my legs. She flicked me a go-ahead with her fingers. Gwan Uri was quietly preparing her tentacles too, face flushed scarlet, like she couldn't stand another second of not putting her own hair inside me.

No. A tentacle isn't a dick. Would I even feel it?

"Mmm..."

On Zhuge Myeonghui's signal I put on a shy act and lifted my legs one at a time onto the chair's footrests. It wasn't entirely an act—real shame was mixed in—but I played it up as far as it would go. If I was verifying my virginity, looking the part couldn't hurt. I planted my ass against the chair, spread my legs, and a plump, pale-pink pussy came into view.

"Wow... so this is what a pussy looks like. Pink? Is pink good?"

"Thank you for the pink-pussy fee, GiveYubiTitties! Porn? I... I've watched a lot of dirty comics, more than porn. But the pussies in those are black and white."

"Sh— am I actually an otaku? Yes. I know Pirate Piece. Blue Peach too. Oh, and Your Hero Academy. Boku no Pi? What's that?"

I couldn't let it show that I'd been a man until three days ago. While I was scouting streams I'd seen a famous adult streamer whose Unique Ability let them change sex, and I had no interest in eating the accusation that I was copying them. Better to be written off as an otaku.

When the comic talk started to drag, Zhuge Myeonghui signaled me to move on.

"We'll save the dirty-comic talk for later, and I'll show you the thing you most want to see!"

I smiled with my face still burning.

"M-Miss Uri. I'm counting on you..."

I dipped my head toward Gwan Uri, off-camera.

"Legs spread, head bowed... oh... your pussy..."

The gently downturned corners of her eyes began to tilt upward, little by little. If it looked like her nose was bleeding, that had to be my imagination.

"Ahem. I'll begin."

Gwan Uri eased her tentacles into motion, doing her best not to get caught having bled. The one fitted with the endoscopic camera came toward my pussy.

"I'm putting it in."

"It's not! I've got a monitor up. The big screen is me, and the small screen is the inside of my pussy."

I'd thrown up a monitor just for broadcasting the hymen, and I was still frantically clicking the mouse when it happened.

Sluuck—

The tentacle that had been fluttering over my mound slipped inside.

"Hnngh♡ W-wait a second♡ That's—♡"

A sticky tentacle. Unlike the dick I'd fiddled with while jerking off back when I was a man, it was cold. No—not cold so much as cool, not enough to chill me. Even so, stirring through the warmth inside, the wrongness of it hit hard. At the same time my hips tried to lift.

Pop!

"Hkk♡"

If I hadn't grabbed the back of the chair in that instant, I would have toppled mid-broadcast, dripping pussy juice. A catastrophe. Getting preserved under a title like that would be horrifying.

"Aht, nngh...♡ Miss Uri♡ a little slower...♡"

I begged her to go slow, but far from slowing, the tentacle hunted for my hymen even faster. When it had been just the three of us she'd been decently kind. Why was she like this? If anything, she seemed to be enjoying it.

I waited through a second that felt like eternity. At last a white membrane began to show on the small monitor.

"Ahhn♡ I don't want that♡ D-don't tear my hymen♡"

Had she heard me? Thankfully the tentacle, which had nearly pushed past the membrane, stopped just short of it.

The three who'd donated to me first set off alerts one after another.

Riding that momentum, the rest of the chat started paying a "virginity fee" of their own. Some of them were even wearing Gwan Uri or Jang Bihye fan names. I never thought sharing a company with those two would feel this solid—and I still hadn't even seen Jang Bihye's face.

"Heeeng...♡ Thank you for the donations♡ Please keep taking care of me from now on♡"

"Wh-what's a double peace? Hnngh♡ Miss Uri, wait a second♡"

Was Gwan Uri's tentacle stabbing my brain and not just my pussy? I definitely knew what it was, and I still couldn't understand it.

"Ahhn♡ Okaay♡"

Even while a tentacle ravaged my pussy, my brain kept turning on the principles of capitalism.

"Hnngh♡"

Legs flung wide, face one breath from coming apart, I threw up V-signs with both hands—and that version of me filled the screen, huge.