Chapter 21: Crossing the Line in My Internet Broadcast (Part 2)
I stared blankly at the monitor.
It had already been an hour since I started the stream. But the viewer count hadn't budged from zero even once.
Sometimes viewers would pop in, but they seemed to leave as quickly as they'd entered, fleeing before I could even greet them.
"Why is this happening? My streams on Hypnosis Academy did fine just based on looks..."
I glanced at the mirror, where a silver-haired beauty stared back at me with a gloomy expression.
Even with the mask on, her unreal beauty couldn't be hidden.
With a face like this, just posting a photo should have people lining up by the dozens. Wasn't that normal?
I fell deep into serious thought.
The original 'Seo Eunha' had hundreds of viewers right from her first stream. I couldn't figure out what the difference was between us.
"...Ah, could it be the clothes?"
The answer was in a surprisingly simple place.
I was currently buttoned up to the collar in my school uniform. Unless I needed to use mana, I usually went around like this.
But the original 'Seo Eunha' always had a couple of buttons undone by default.
That was the only difference I could think of off the top of my head.
'No way, they complain if you're too covered up, calling it unhealthy. But now they won't watch?'
I thought it was a convenient world, but then again, it was an adult game, so it made sense.
I checked out other streamers' broadcasts.
The titles were definitely different.
[Live Resonance ♡], [Taking Missions! No Limits on Intensity!], [Someone to Talk to About My Worries ㅠㅠ].
The thumbnails all emphasized bursting cleavage or sneakily flashed panties under short skirts.
In contrast, my thumbnail was... just a masked schoolgirl with some silver hair poking out.
In this world full of crazies, this kind of broadcast apparently couldn't survive in the harsh internet wilderness.
"......Haa, no choice."
In the end, I let out a deep sigh and made my decision.
I needed money for equipment repairs, potions, and my living expenses were already razor-thin.
With trembling hands, I undid the top button of my shirt.
It felt a bit awkward, but since I usually left it open like this under the excuse of mana circulation, the shame wasn't too bad.
I also adjusted the camera angle.
Previously focused on my face, I tilted the lens down a bit so my chest would be dead center in the thumbnail.
After a few trial and errors like that, I restarted the stream.
Live streaming resumed.
The effect was immediate.
The number that hadn't moved for an hour jumped to 5, then 10 in just seconds.
The chat finally started moving lively.
I suppressed my awkwardness and forced a smile from behind the mask.
"Ah, hello... I'm Silver, the newbie streamer."
The sudden flood of chats made me bite my lip in surprise.
If I were still a guy, I'd brush it off as crazies, but realizing it was aimed at me felt... weird.
Not disgust, but more like the embarrassment of the situation itself.
"Ah, haha... Please don't send such aggressive chats."
"This isn't that kind of stream, okay? It's wholesome."
As the lewd jokes kept coming, my tone rose without me realizing.
The chat immediately filled with mockery.
"Ah, um... It's just a chit-chat stream. Did everyone eat well?"
Panic set in.
What people wanted was clear: a woman's body.
As viewers dropped off rapidly, someone tossed out a question.
The first normal chat, and I jumped on it.
"Dating? Never tried it. Ideal type... um, just someone polite?"
Thankfully, the mood didn't spiral into the worst.
A strange tug-of-war formed between viewers craving lewdness and me wanting normal talk.
As a former guy, I instinctively knew what they wanted to hear.
Playing dumb, acting shy—that was the way to hook them.
...Well, as a woman, it was my first time anyway, so no acting needed.
"I'm really single, not a concept! Not all academy students are promiscuous!"
As we bantered back and forth, the room heated up.
Whether from nerves or my body reacting, I wasn't sure.
"Talking so long made my throat dry. Be right back after some water."
I got up from the chair and headed to the kitchen.
After gulping down a cool glass, I returned to find the chat even hotter than before.
"...Why are you all like this? What happened?"
"Get up? Suddenly why...?"
I glanced at the stream screen and stood up slightly, immediately spotting the issue.
The camera adjustment from earlier was the culprit.
When I stood, the screen showed my tight uniform skirt hugging my ass instead of my upper body—huge and unavoidable.
The short skirt swayed with my movement, dangerously close to flashing panties any second.
"Eek?!"
I yelped and sat back down. My face burned from the unintended exposure.
Viewers pounced like they'd caught gold.
"No, the skirt's short because of school rules...?"
The blatant sexual harassment started feeling off.
Viewers had broken 50 by now. Imagining them all fixated on my panties, lost in dirty thoughts, sent chills down my spine.
Reacting.
"Haa... I said don't say stuff like that."
I crossed my legs without thinking. The friction on my thighs sent a strange tingle.
My voice lost its edge.
Viewers didn't miss the change.
"No one's there...!"
The moment to snap had passed.
Reacting mildly to avoid losing viewers had set the tone.
Swept up in the mood, I trembled as I took their harassment.
So damn hot
Then an anonymous donation hit. But the message was vulgar as hell.
I didn't know how to react.
"Ah, thanks for the donation... But could you tone down the language...?"
The first donation opened the floodgates, and they poured in continuously.
All similar in content.
Stand up again and show panties pls
"Thanks for the donation... I, I can't show underwear though..."
What cup size tits?
"Thanks... Probably H-cup...?"
Bra color today?
"Thanks... W-white."
My answer set the chat ablaze.
"Ah, no! I have no intention of showing?!"
I hurriedly covered my chest. The taut shirt felt uncomfortably tight today.
Then came a donation an order of magnitude bigger.
Just a peek at the bra and I'll do 50k
Ten times the base amount. Even a 50k mission attached. My mind raced with calculations.
'This much... it's doable, right...?'
My heart pounded.
Showing underwear was kid stuff in this world.
Gulp.
The swallow went through the mic.
Entranced, I placed my hand on the shirt button.
My fingers trembled.
"W-wait a sec..."
I carefully undid one button.
Pale skin peeked out, uncovered by any bra.
"S-sorry for lying... It was stuffy so I skipped the bra..."
I hadn't expected this; I'd taken it off after the dungeon.
Dozens of eyes from beyond the camera stabbed at my chest.
The chat scrolled wildly with filth.
Just seconds, but it felt eternal.
"Th-there! That's enough, right?!"
Pass. See you tomorrow.
The high-value donation chimed cheerfully.
I confirmed it and rushed to end the stream.
"Sniff, thanks for watching today...! P-please come again next time..."
Stream ended.
"Haa, haa, haa...!"
My face reflected on the darkened monitor: eyes glazed, ears red, hair matted with sweat.
Above all, my lower belly felt pressed, like it was waiting for something...
"I'm crazy... I must be going insane."
A little over two hours of streaming.
Nearly 100,000 won earned.
But more importantly...
I crawled into bed as if possessed.
The mana crystal and mana liquid from the sewer.
The excuse of needing to check how much liquid made a crystal, the efficiency—flashed in my mind.
'Y-yeah... gotta verify it...'
I slid my trembling fingers down.
The panties changed after the dungeon were soaked again.
"Haa, ah... Nn, haa...♡"
Self-loathing moans filled the room.
Ero Status updated!
Easier to notice others' gazes. Reduced resistance to exposure; body goes into heat from sexual stares.