It's Not My Fault Perverted Items Keep Dropping

It's not my fault that these perverted items keep popping up, right?

The next morning, I kicked off the blankets as soon as I woke up and recalled yesterday's events. That stream had been a total shitshow party from start to finish. I'd kicked it off shaking my tits like a total slut, pulled some insane item, and capped it with a horror game for a grand finale. It was hard to believe all that madness had crammed into a single day.

...But seriously, did I really scream like that? If the chat reactions were any indication, I'd shrieked "Kyaaack!" like some girly bitch over a hundred times—basically the epitome of a heavenly woman.

I habitually grabbed my phone and checked the broadcast station's hot clips board. Sure enough, it was plastered with clips from my stream. And every single one was dominated by my massive breasts filling the screen.

So this is how viewers see me. I glanced down at my enormous fat sacks anew.

...Yeah, even I can admit they're fucking huge. But the shape wasn't weird or anything. Despite the ridiculous size, they were perfectly balanced and didn't sag at all. To be honest, sometimes when I was alone, I'd get this urge to just grab and knead them like crazy.

...Kinda embarrassing to admit, but that's not me being a perv—it's just human nature. Every time the impulse hit, I'd get this dangerous feeling like I was about to cross some line, so I'd barely hold back with superhuman willpower.

Anyway, after checking a few clips, I realized the viewers weren't bullshitting. I'd really screamed my ears off...

This level of noise should've gotten complaints filed. The top-viewed one had a thumbnail that hit like a truck—me exposing my armpits and cleavage with the most mortified expression ever. Some weird emotion started bubbling up as I stared at it.

Fuck... I was too busy struggling with the dance to notice, but I was making that face?

I clicked it like I was possessed. As it started playing, my face turned beet red like a ripe tomato.

[I-Is this okay?]

The me in the video was spouting some pathetic bitch-in-heat nonsense. Sweating bullets, jiggling my tits every which way—it looked so goddamn trashy. And obviously, I couldn't dance for shit. My creaky body flailed around, but the only eye-catching part was those huge udders bouncing wildly.

...Even though it's me, it feels unreal how disgustingly they slosh around.

So I'd put on this lewd show for thirty whole minutes in front of tens of thousands of viewers? Not ass, but tits show?

"I'm ruuuuined!!!"

I cursed myself again for chugging that goddamn elixir like a champ.

"Smack, smack... Mmm, this is life!"

I grinned happily while tearing into a chicken leg. Filling up on chicken for lunch was some chaebol tycoon shit, but hey, I had 500 million won now. Best part of having cash? No more worrying about delivery fees. No bills draining it either, so a little splurge like this was fine, right?

That's when someone knocked on the front door.

- From the district office!

District office? Why the hell would they come for me?

...Did they dig up my identity?

With a racing heart, I cracked the door open.

"...What is it?"

"Oh, uh, we're here about a noise complaint. Are you Han Semin?"

Shit, a complaint. Probably from my ear-piercing screams yesterday.

...But what do I say? I am Han Semin, but officially I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠registered as male... Guess the girly name threw the staffer off.

I flung the door wide open.

"No, Han Semin isn't home... I'm the actual resident. Sorry if we were loud."

The staffer's face flushed bright red on the spot.

"Uh, y-yeah, um... J-Just take this! We'll come back later!"

"Huh? Is that it? No signature ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠or—"

I couldn't finish. The staffer had bolted from my sight.

What's his deal? Delivery guys got awkward too, but that was overkill. Something on me?

A quick look down explained it—my phone was wedged right between my tits.

...Kinda embarrassing, but damn, this is convenient as hell. With tits this big, gotta milk it for all it's worth, right?

Crisis averted, anyway. Good thing it worked out.

Still, a noise complaint... I've been feeling the need to move lately. I pull an item once a day—sounds OP, but if it's unsellable junk, it just piles up. My tiny place is already cramped; soon it'll be item hell. Gotta suck it up and relocate.

But moving means new ID, swapping "male Han Semin" to "female Han Semin" entirely... Looks like a pain in the ass.

Guess I should hit up Yi Hayeon soon.

"Hello, everyone."

The most important thing for a streamer isn't anything fancy—it's consistency. After yesterday's clusterfuck, I wasn't exactly itching to go live, but from now on, I'd push for daily streams. Gotta sell items steadily to build my rep anyway.

"Thanks for the donation! ...Let's not talk about that."

"I-I've never done that!"

Okay, maybe I've groped them in the mirror, but it wasn't fondling.

...It did feel kinda good with some weird tingle, but anyway, not fondling.

"Alright, let's pull an item right away to kick things off. About time for something decent."

"What kinda bullshit is that! No way something like that drops."

...Fuck, now I'm getting anxious after saying it. With the history of batshit items, a milking machine wouldn't even shock me anymore.

"Anyway! Pulling now."

I activated my ability, opening the portal.

...What is this? Feels like a shopping bag by texture. Gotta yank it out.

It was a pretty big shopping bag, bigger than expected. I reached in and pulled out the contents: something black that looked like clothes and a bunny-ear headband.

"...Huh, clothes today? Looks like women's wear, but why's it so empty? And another headband... Ugh, hate to even look."

I burst out laughing at the absurdity. Chat was right—the bunny ears, fishnets, it screamed bunny girl. Now even cosplay outfits?

But what was "off" about it? I held up the bunny girl suit to the cam.

"Hmm, can't tell front from back..."

Wait.

Now I saw: the chest and belly were completely hollowed out. This wasn't just revealing—if I wore this, it'd be instant ban hammer.

Was normal bunny girl like this? Never seen one IRL, but even so, too many gaps. Like a bunny girl suit flipped inside out...

"...Ah, fuck."

This wasn't a regular bunny girl outfit. It was the Reverse Bunny Girl Set.