Gwan Uri and Jang Bihye
"Huh?"
"I said you did well."
"Ah... thank you."
What came back, of all things, was praise. I ducked my head, awkward about it.
"You spoiled today's effects, so even more people are going to be curious. Don't do a thing today. Get some real rest. I'll be going. Miss Uri, if you'd get up."
"Haaang, aah—♡"
At some point Gwan Uri had started fucking herself with her own tentacles, hips rolling. She did not look like a person in her right mind. Did everyone end up like that once they had six months in adult streaming?
I was staring blankly at her, still going, when Zhuge Myeonghui bowed her head.
"Miss Yubi, I am truly sorry. Miss Uri does that whenever she sees someone she's decided to call Unnie. The tentacles come out and she starts playing."
"It's fine! People can be like that. I suppose we'll have to let Miss Uri sleep over here. I just hope Mo Yeon doesn't get a fright... Oh, are you staying the night too, CEO?"
"I'll take a taxi. I have to be at the office again tomorrow."
She smiled through a face plastered thick with exhaustion.
So this is office life.
"Get home safe."
"I will. Please look after Miss Uri."
It was a small company, but she seemed to take proper care of the streamers under her, and that set my mind at ease.
I saw Zhuge Myeonghui off, and then—
"Hnng♡ Aah♡ I'm— I'm going—♡"
"H-hold on. What are you doing right now?"
Pshuuuuaaaah—!
A fountain burst out of her.
It was the first time I had ever seen a woman squirt in person. And I was a woman now, myself. I still hadn't even managed it with my own body.
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
Naturally, the one who had to deal with the water sprayed all over the room was me.
Wiping it up took a full thirty minutes. If any of it had hit the desk, same company or not, I would have genuinely lost it.
"Heuuung♡"
I bundled the still-bucking Gwan Uri in a blanket and laid her down in the bedroom. The thought that I might let my guard down and actually get molested drove me straight back out to the living room. Those damn tentacles were far too good at groping a chest without ever giving themselves away.
For monitoring purposes, I decided to monitor the community.
"Ah, awawawa... what is this?"
Something was wrong. When I'd spent five hours talking to myself after pumping a batch of strawberry milk, nobody but Zhuge Myeonghui had watched. So why did spreading my legs and squeezing out some milk earn me this much attention?
I'd agreed to sell the milk, sure, but preorders and an auction already? And a Virginity Verification replay on top of it. Why was the follow-through this fast? The stream hadn't even been over for two hours. Was that the kind of drive it took to run a company?
It wouldn't have surprised me if Zhuge Myeonghui showed up tomorrow and told me to start pumping. If Mo Yeon used her ability the way she had on the day I woke up in this body, I could draw out a lot. I just didn't want to use the kid like that.
"Haaahm..."
Forget it. Sleep. Tomorrow-me could deal with it.
The next day, I opened my eyes to find it was already past eight.
"What? Why didn't the alarm go off?"
There were still thirty minutes before the daycare bus. I needed to wake Mo Yeon and carry her out—
I scrambled up, and Gwan Uri was already there with a plate in her hands.
"Are you awake, Unnie?"
"Auntie's a sleepyhead! Eat food! Food!"
"Uh... huh?"
On the plate she'd brought, toast, sausage, and scrambled eggs sat in a neat little row. I had never bought any of that. When had she made it?
"Um, Miss Uri. Why the sudden polite speech?"
"Because you're Unnie."
Gwan Uri folded her eyes into crescents and set a fork and spoon in front of me.
"Thank you."
"Your joy is my joy, Unnie. Hehe."
She touched a hand lightly to her cheek. Her face had gone red.
She scares me.
"I'll take Miss Mo Yeon to daycare, so please rest, Unnie."
"No. I'll go with you."
Some instinct told me I could not leave Mo Yeon with this person.
"Unnie! You wore yourself out streaming yesterday! You have to rest."
"Mo Yeon's my niece, you know?"
Uri tried to stop me. I ignored her and walked Mo Yeon to the bus with her anyway. On the way back I meant to talk.
"Um, Miss Uri."
"Yes, Unnie. Say whatever you like."
Whatever I asked, all I got was flattery. It was too much. I couldn't get a real sentence out. We made it home in an awkward silence.
"Haaahm... I'm going in to sleep. Head home, or rest here if you want."
"Yes, Unnie."
If I were Gwan Uri, I would have gone home. She hadn't even managed that, too busy masturbating to the stream. But she was a woman who ran right past anything I expected.
When I woke, the house had been tidied spotless.
"I cleaned up a little. How is it, Unnie?"
What are you, a snail bride? The words climbed all the way to my throat — that old fairy-tale wife who does every chore while you sleep — and I swallowed them.
"Uh... um... thank you."
She would have done well hiring on as a maid or a housekeeper, not an adult streamer.
"Unnie. Bibi and I are off-stream today. Would you like to meet up with us?"
"Off-stream?"
"Yes. We rest one day a week. Sort out ideas, and while we're at it..."
Gwan Uri's red eyes traveled up and down my body. Her face had gone the color of a jujube, exactly like Guan Yu himself. Was getting off her hobby? And since I seemed to be the material, I wasn't thrilled about it.
"It's fine, I guess, but I have to pick Mo Yeon up at four."
"Of course that's fine. I know a cafe with a nice atmosphere right around here."
Gwan Uri picked up her phone to call Jang Bihye.
Jang Bihye. I'd only ever seen her on stream and on the community. A woman with the grotesque Unique Ability of pulling dildos out of her vagina. On stream she'd seemed mischievous. What was she actually like? A pervert, the way Gwan Uri was? Please let at least one of them be normal.
"She's coming! She says she'll be here soon, so let's head over first."
Gwan Uri linked her arm through mine, pressed her chest against me, and dragged me along.
"Huh? Wait a second!"
"Hehe. You'll like it too, Unnie."
The cafe Gwan Uri had picked was less than a five-minute walk.
"Unnie! Over here, over here."
A woman in a crop top that bared her whole stomach and jeans stuck tight to her body. Unlike me or Uri, whose chests wrecked the line of any outfit, clothes that clung actually suited her. She was short, but she had a model's figure. She must have been brutal about keeping it that way. And unlike Uri, who at least wore normal clothes out in the world, she clearly had no intention of hiding that she was an adult streamer.
"Mm-hm. Thanks. This is our company's new streamer, who debuted yesterday. Yubi-unnie. Say hi."
"Hii~ I watched your stream yesterday~"
"Hello. Thank you."
Instead of bowing, Jang Bihye fluttered a little wave. Exactly the first impression.
"You're the older one, so talk casual with me, 'kay~? I'm twenty-one."
"Huh? Uh..."
I got swept up in her pace before I could blink. Aggressive, in a completely different way from Uri.
"Can I call you Yubi-unnie~?"
"Yeah. Uh... do whatever you want."
"That's so mean, Unnie. You hate it when I call you that."
"Isn't Miss Uri older than I am?"
Being called Unnie by someone older than me sat pretty heavily.
"If they're pretty and they get me going, they're Unnie."
"Unnie's always like that~. If she'd tried calling me Unnie, I nearly would've quit the company."
Jang Bihye giggled, plainly relieved the title hadn't landed on her. Easy to warm to, and she knew where the line was. Exactly the type you could get close to. The personality and the way she talked were a little odd, though.
"I'll go order~. What are you having?"
"A caramel macchiato with whipped cream, chocolate syrup drizzled twice, and java chips on top."
"Iced americano."
"Mmkay~ Be right back~!"
Even with Uri's ridiculous order, Jang Bihye bounced off toward the counter in high spirits. The two of us were alone at the table again.
"Unnie, when are you going to call me something intimate?"
"No — you're the unnie here, Miss Uri..."
"If they're pretty and they get me going, they're Unnie."
She delivered that nonsense as if it were obvious.
"Ordered~!"
Jang Bihye came back brandishing the buzzer with the momentum of someone who had just taken an enemy general's head.
"Good job."
"Hehe."
Uri stroked her hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The drinks would take a while, so we needed to talk about something. What, though? Why they'd started adult streaming? No. Everyone probably had their own story, and it wouldn't be an easy thing to say. Was MBTI even a trend at this point? Not that they'd want to sit through me going what the hell even is that.
I was still agonizing over a topic for small talk when—
A scrap of song rang through my head.
Beneath the peach tree, we swore an oath to become brothers~
Yubi! Gwanu! Jangbi! Invincible in all the world~