Bait (1)
I came home. My mother, still unaware that those bitches had filed a lawsuit against me, welcomed me with a warm smile.
For a moment, I nearly burst into tears, but I didn't let it show. I just greeted her normally and headed to my room. I told her my stomach hurt, so I'd skip dinner, and that I'd go straight to bed.
No one could know that I'd returned to the past—not until my revenge was complete. Not even my family.
The moment I entered my room, I saw the stone sitting on my bed—the one I'd clutched right up until my death.
The two horn-like antennae protruding from it had merged into one.
I could easily guess what that meant, but...
It didn't matter.
I didn't even need two chances. I already knew exactly what I had to do from here on out.
I turned on my computer and logged into the streaming site. I went into the overall live streams, hit the popularity sort, and scrolled way down with the mouse wheel. Amid all the mediocre lowbie vtubers, I found one that was even more lowbie.
She had barely ten viewers. For a stream that had been running a long time, it was a pathetic showing. Maybe that's why the streamer greeted me with exaggerated excitement.
"Aaaaaah! Welcome, uh... ma... ma... Ah, whatever, welcome anyway!"
I started typing what I needed to say, planning to leave right after, but I froze for a second.
It was because of the lowbie vtuber model's appearance. No matter how you looked at it, she was huge and stacked. Her tits, her ass.
I wasn't the only one who thought so—the chat vibe matched.
A bunch of similar messages poured in above and below from a viewer whose nickname had the "subscriber" tag.
It was the typical creepy, perverted vibe of a dead stream.
"Everyone, quiet down!"
The vtuber yelled. She had reason to—the few viewers dominating the chat were keeping the stream from growing at all.
Any random wanderer who stumbled in would probably bail right away at the pervs calling her "mama." But not me. I hadn't come for the vtuber herself in the first place.
I was interested in the reality behind that tall, stacked character. That's why I'd frozen too—the girl with a body completely opposite the massive vtuber model.
I left a private message visible only to the streamer and exited the room.
"Aaaaaah! It was the first new viewer in a month..."
I smirked. I'd thought it was a dead stream because of the low viewer count, but each of those watchers was pulling the weight of at least a hundred people. Calling it lowbie didn't even fit anymore. On the bad side, anyway.
The vtuber muted her mic, fumbled to turn off the other buttons so no sound leaked, then finally hurled her headset aside.
"Aaaargh! Those pervert bastards for real!"
Fuming and huffing, she took a moment to calm down, typed [BRB, bathroom] on her keyboard, and stood from her chair.
She glared at the chat with disgust, then stood. She'd jacked up the chair height to match the table she'd scavenged, so her feet didn't touch the ground—she had to step down like descending stairs.
Standing straight, she turned to the full-body mirror. The room was so cramped there was no space, so it sat right next to her monitor, reflecting her entire figure perfectly.
But the "mama" those toxic viewers were desperately calling for wasn't there. Just a girl with a height too small for her age, flat chest even into adulthood, and chubby baby-fat cheeks that hadn't melted away—an adult in a child's body.
She let out a deep sigh as she eyed the wailing chat. But with nothing else to do outside streaming, she had no choice but to slog through her set time today too.
It wasn't just her body that hadn't grown. Her brain wasn't impaired enough for a disability rating, but after the diagnosis that she was a bit slower than others, she'd had to accept this was all she could do.
And even her all-out effort at vtuber work was nothing but failure.
Back from the bathroom, she froze at the private message that had come through.
Someone knew who she really was.
Yujin—the real-life Yujin—knew that the mature-acting character with big tits, ass, and height was just a tiny kid underneath.
Her best friend in elementary school, but after Nayeon stopped growing, Yujin had treated her like a bread shuttle from middle school on, and now like a doormat. And now she was threatening to expose her.
Nayeon's body hadn't grown, and her mind was a bit slow too, but she knew what this meant.
Having been bullied a lot, she was extra sensitive to threats.
Standing rigid for a long time, she typed with trembling hands.
The "baby squad" (which she refused to acknowledge, even if her few viewers called themselves that) wailed, but terrified and hesitant, Nayeon ended the stream for the first time without keeping her promised time.
She had no choice. Yujin was calling her—if she didn't hurry, the retaliation later would be worse.
But Nayeon wasn't fully submitting. She planned to beg Yujin to keep her streaming a secret.
With no height, body, brains, stamina, or social skills, all she could do was rice-munching slave work or whoring—and the former was too hard, the latter she'd die before doing.
Like it or not, vtubing was her only option. Taking that away was as good as telling her to die.
So Nayeon stripped off the baggy men's T-shirt she'd worn like a dress, changed into something decent from her scant wardrobe, and headed back to the empty school after hours, as Yujin had ordered in chat.
She went to school every day, but coming as dusk fell and it got dark? First time. Already timid and skipping horror game missions, she couldn't help hesitating.
But stalling now would be defying Yujin—she had to go in.
In the end, feeling like a rabbit dragged to the slaughterhouse, Nayeon entered the school.
What pushed her fearful steps faster than dread of the dark was worry over the betrayal her "mama"-calling viewers would feel if they learned her true face.
Entering the gym storage alone as Yujin instructed via chat, Nayeon scanned around with herbivore eyes.
She'd brought the "mama" wand a fan gifted in her bag, but what good was that? Transform or something?
"No one's here?"
As she muttered into the void—now more scared of being alone in the darkening school than Yujin knowing her identity—the gym storage door flew open, revealing her: angel looks, devil heart. Yujin!
Like a rabbit before a tiger, Nayeon froze solid in front of the much taller Yujin.
"Whoa—our Nayeon's grown so much? Even calling me out at night for a fight."
"Wh-what?"
"What? What? Did you just talk back to me? You've really grown... No, has this tiny thing lost her mind?"
Nayeon just rolled her eyes like she had no clue, so Yujin laughed in disbelief.
But once the laugh faded, irritation surged, and Yujin glared at her stone-faced.
"What?"
It was Nayeon's startled hiccup of a word.
"What? Nope, can't do this. Our Nayeon needs a beating today. Sis is already pissed from some Korean male scum, so you can help me vent."
"Eh?"
Nayeon looked up at Yujin. There was some misunderstanding. She'd come because Yujin called her—not the other way around.
Nayeon opened her mouth to explain the mix-up. But Yujin's massive milk-cow tits blocked her face, and she missed the timing. Their size difference was that huge.
'Fight? Me? With who?'
Already slow on the uptake—which was why she sucked at games—her mind couldn't spin fast under learned fear of Yujin.
As Nayeon went "Eh? What? Huh?" Yujin, annoyed, swung her open palm wide.
Yujin's slap nailed Nayeon's chubby cheek dead-on. Nayeon couldn't even stand straight and toppled right onto the gym storage mats.
"Waaahhh!"
Tears and snot streaming, Nayeon bawled. The pain erased any prior confusion from Yujin's words.
All she could think was to grab Yujin's leg and beg forgiveness.
Pathetic and weak, but pitiful too—yet Yujin mercilessly pried her off, then started soccer-kicking Nayeon's balled-up body like a ball.
And someone hiding in the dark was filming it all on their phone.