Starting Point (3): Overnight Explosion and Fan Service
[Seyeon.] [Subscribers: 27.8K] [First video. Please take care of me. (Manjeonga - COVER.) / 15 hours ago] [Views: 100K] ...?
What the hell is this weird number staring me in the face the moment I wake up? First things first. Let me go wash my face. Maybe I saw it wrong. Does it even make sense for it to jump like that overnight? Obviously a dream. I must've been so desperate for the success I hoped for that it showed up in my sleep.
That's what I tell myself as I splash water on my face, but deep down, this nagging feeling that it's real keeps building my anticipation higher and higher.
Back at my phone, the screen shows: [First video. Please take care of me. (Manjeonga - COVER.) / 15 hours ago] [Views: 100.1K]. It's the same as before, but not quite—another hundred viewers piled on in the meantime, bumping it to 100.1K right before my eyes.
So... this isn't a dream?
"...For real?"
The first emotion hitting me at this number isn't joy—it's pure bewilderment. Like, what the hell? It's kinda like waking up to a million won from some unknown source deposited in my bank account overnight. If that happened, forget the happiness of scoring a million bucks—you'd be too busy questioning who, why, how the hell did this big money land in my account? You'd be shocked, right? That's exactly how I feel right now. My head's plastered with question marks, a dash of surprise, no exclamation points of joy yet.
"Kiyaaah—yahoooo!!"
But that bewilderment flips to joy in no time. I straight-up yell "Kiyatho!" out loud and roll around on the bed like a maniac. Call it the Joyful Rolling Thunder—one full spin.
A million in the bank might need returning to someone, but these 100K views right in front of me? No one's claiming them back, no strings attached. Pure, burden-free achievement, all mine.
Today... I wanna eat something delicious for breakfast. This sudden jackpot opportunity, the highest starting point imaginable—it's a killer sign of success, beginner's luck on steroids. Sure, grabbing this success is my job, my step toward the top, but right now? Who cares.
I fire up the delivery app and order celebratory chicken. Yeah, chicken hits different when you're hyped. Mmm.
*****
While waiting for the chicken, I open my phone and poke around the monetization requirements a bit.
Monetization Requirements
Doing this now? Yeah, it feels late, but I didn't expect to blow up overnight like this... No way I could've known.
"Still no monetization yet, huh..."
To make a living off Nutube, you gotta hit the minimum thresholds for monetization. Here's what it shows now:
├─ Subscribers:27,811 / 500 ACHIEVED! ✓
├─ Video Uploads (last 90 days):1 / 3
└─ Valid Watch Time:3,148 / 3,000 ACHIEVED! ✓
"...!!"
Already nailed two out of three! The upload count is a gimme—just post videos, easy peasy for me. Bottom line: I've basically cleared monetization with one single video!
This is insane luck. Better odds than winning the lottery, right?
That warm, fuzzy hype surges again, and I leap up, spin three circles in place, then flop back onto the bed. ...Yeah, it's dumb as hell, but the pleasant dizzy rush feels so good I just grin like an idiot.
"World-class bound!!"
Could it really happen?? I can do this!!
...Okay, enough spazzing. Any more and it'll just get embarrassing. Time to chill and plan ahead.
Plans? Eh, nothing much to tweak. Might as well brainstorm songs to cover next.
And... maybe drop a 'service' shorts video? Real talk, how many subs are here purely for the singing? I'd bet under 20%—hell, that's generous. I didn't suck at singing, but 90% clicked that thumbnail for the provocative bait.
I'm convinced. Watch time proves it too: video's about 4 minutes, one song length. Drop-off under 30 seconds? Sky-high. Means most came for my killer body.
So, a quick thank-you shorts to hold 'em over, count toward upload quota, keep the gap filled? Perfect.
Decision made—I jump into action. Outfit: white tee and dolphin pants I'm wearing now. Skinny enough? Should be fine. Kinda shy about all this exposed skin, though.
Pull the dolphin pants down to cover more thigh. Good enough. Quick hair fix, grab phone as camera, stand before the full-length mirror.
Angle it front-on: damn, every time... mouthwatering? Tasty-looking? Weird phrasing, but my curvaceous body's a feast. Adjust phone for subtle jawline peek, no full face.
This work? Check the preview: mirror me, no face, clean background... wait, what's that?
"Uwaaah!"
I bolt back and shove the offending object in the corner out of frame. Blue-wrapped thick mat packaging. And atop it, blatantly pink and lewd... something.
"That was close..."
Thought it'd be casual, nearly fucked up big time. Upload that? I'd be memed in every mass-produced shorts: 'Nutuber Caught with Sex Toy on Day 2.'
Shudder. Glad I spotted it early—really glad.
"All clear now?" Double-check the frame, hit record.
No script, just wing it.
"Uh, um... Thanks so much for all the attention."
Bow deep—deep gratitude.
"I'll keep singing my heart out. Channel's brand new, already at 27K subs—feels amazing. Thanks again."
...What now? Words dried up. Awkward at attention, scratch cheek sheepishly.
"Uh... yeah, thanks anyway. See you in the next one."
Ugh, cringey. Smash stop.
Preview it? "...!!!"
Jaw drops again. It's straight-up embarrassing. But sadly, I know crowds eat this up. Fits the 'service' vibe I aimed for anyway.
Plain greeting, normal pose—but my body's anything but. Bowing dips my torso, and these massive tits follow gravity's law unfiltered. They sag just enough to flaunt their hefty volume, screaming existence. A peek of cleavage through the neckline adds extra spice.
Somehow turned super, super lewd. But reason screams: upload for success. I'm thirsty for it.
Fingers tap buttons. Boom—second video live.
"No take-backs~"
Done deal, short 1-minute clip, but the attention it'll snag? Obvious. I let it ride, grab the doorbelled chicken, savor the moment.
*****
Munching chicken, scrolling shorts—comment alert pops. Dive in.
The comment section? Utter chaos.
No need to spell it out—99% body ogling. Bit of shame creeps in as I skim.
Top-liked comment sums it up:
Same vibe as before. Face heats up again. Pain I gotta endure, right...?
I close comments quietly. Can't shake the feeling the channel's veering way off-course.