A Lewd-Bodied Streamer's Unspeakable Worries
I woke up to find it was already noon. I was so exhausted last night that I had no idea how I even fell asleep. As soon as I ended the stream and yanked off that ridiculous curtain, I must've dove straight into bed... I don't even remember if I took a shower first.
What I do know is that I slept for over ten hours, but why the hell was I still so damn tired? My whole body felt heavy and sluggish, like an inexplicable weakness had drained every ounce of energy from me. It was as if I'd fused with the bed— I could barely twitch a finger.
...Alright, I need to drag myself up, wash off, and think straight. If I don't, I'll end up lying here all day.
As I shifted to get up, a faint but pleasurable stimulation suddenly started from my chest.
"Nngh..."
A weak moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
...What the fuck is this now? My tits just brushed against the blanket— why the hell am I reacting this sensitively? Is this some lingering aftereffect from yesterday?
Nah, no way I'm that pathetic— getting turned on by a damn blanket.
...But just to be sure, maybe I should check?
With a mix of doubt and curiosity, I cautiously moved my hand to one of my massive breasts. Then, as I gently squeezed...
"Hyah! Hiiih?!"
Zzzzt! A jolt of intense pleasure shot through me like an electric shock, and an embarrassingly slutty moan burst out loud enough for anyone to hear.
Fuck, no more tests needed. Both my tits were still hypersensitive as hell.
...In other words, my body was so worked up right now that even a blanket could make me feel good.
I'd seen something like this online before: women's sexual pleasure is on a whole other level compared to men's. Back then, my reaction was basically, So what? No need to envy that— solo sessions as a guy were plenty satisfying, and it's not like I'd ever experience it anyway.
...Turns out "never" doesn't exist. Waking up in a woman's body overnight, I'm feeling that truth down to my bones. Women's pleasure is way stronger than a man's— yesterday and this morning proved it. Just teasing these monstrous tits makes me moan out loud like this.
Yeah, the moans are the real problem. Everything else is fine, but I just can't get used to these lewd vocal leaks.
Think about it: even at peak pleasure, a guy doesn't let out shit like "Hyaaa" or "Hiiih"— sounds that scream slut just hearing them.
...And here I am, mentally still a guy, making those noises? Even alone, it fills me with self-loathing.
Hoo, calm down first. If I keep groping them here, I'm really done for.
...Why the fuck do I have to deal with this shit test first thing in the morning? What pissed me off more was that a pleased smile had been plastered on my face since it started.
Putting on a bra seemed to calm things down a bit. Probably because the bare skin rubbing against clothes wouldn't stop the stimulation.
I filled my stomach with delivery food like always, but unlike usual, I sat at my desk deep in thought.
...About my streams and my body. Is this really okay as is?
It'd been about two weeks since I turned into a woman and got my ability. I'd pretty much figured out how it worked, and using it was starting to feel natural.
As the communities said, on paper, my ability was a god-tier cheat: "Opens a portal to pull out items." Straight-up infinite money printer. And not just cash— if stuff like the Dragon Dick Whip kept coming, I'd skyrocket as an item seller.
But the problem was the batshit insane items that came out of the portal. Sure, exceptions like the Dragon Dick Whip existed, but pervert-tier crap would keep popping up.
That raised an issue: Do I have to review every single one I pull?
From a pro review auction streamer's view? Hell yeah. What kind of reviewer skips reviews?
But it's not that simple. There's one huge problem.
Overstepping viewers? Nah, not a big deal. I don't really care, and honestly, I get it. A streamer flashing her tits in a Reverse Bunny Girl Set live? Any guy would get pervy thoughts.
I agree we need some management for the stream vibe, but I'm not banning people left and right.
Using and reviewing those trashy items myself? ...Yeah, I'll never get fully used to that.
I considered pulling items off-stream and only revealing reviewable ones, but scrapped it. That'd make more sense for posting straight to communities, not streaming. Can't ditch the item-pull hype for virality.
Anyway, that's embarrassing and shameful, but not the real issue.
What truly scares me is the change in my own heart.
People change, sure. But no one likes negative changes.
I don't know if mine's positive or negative yet. What I do know is that reviewing is rapidly altering something deep inside me.
...Probably from reviewing all that pervert shit. To review my pulls, I have to actively use my body somehow. Meaning, I have no choice but to embrace it as a woman.
The Lewd Scholar's Fetish Headband from my first stream? ...Ugh, still hate thinking about it. Ahegao in front of thousands— on my debut, no less.
But it was the first stream; had to prove my ability.
Yesterday's Reverse Bunny Girl Set? If that was debut night, I'd have refused even if beaten to death.
...Admitting my mindset's changed.
Now, hooking my bra feels routine, and I soap up my tits in the shower without hesitation.
...And that stimulation from yesterday and this morning. I gritted my teeth through it, or I'd have been totally done in by lust.
Accept the body, and the mind follows. Can't stop that if I don't want it to.
Not yet. I'm still scared to fully accept my body as is. Doing so means admitting I'm really a woman.
Can't quit review streams either...
Yeah, classic dilemma.
I wanted to vent to someone, but sadly, no close friends around.
Damn, what a pitiful life.
The only contact worth calling was Yi Hayeon... but after one meeting, sudden contact might burden her?
Nah, need to reach out anyway for a new identity.
Decision made, I dialed her with trembling hands.
A few seconds later, the ringtone cut off, and Yi Hayeon's voice came through.
"Hello? Semin?"
"Hi, uh... sis. Got a minute?"
Still awkward calling her "sis," so I stuttered. Glad she picked up— thought she'd be too busy.
"Of course! Calls from big-corp Semin are always welcome. Hehe, didn't expect you to hit me up first... Anyway, what's up?"
"...Well, I've got this worry lately, and you're the only one I can vent to."
"Wha—? Got a crush and I'm the only love expert around?"
"Wh-when did I say that?! And no, I don't have some crush!"
Her out-of-nowhere tease made my face burn.
...She's got a real prankster side the more I know her.
Yi Hayeon cackled to herself for a good while.
"H-hey, you gonna laugh forever?!"
"Khuh... Hoo, sorry! Nearly died laughing! Just kidding, kidding. You're too fun to tease, Semin! Anyway, spill to your sis."
"...Could we meet up instead? Kinda hard over the phone..."
"Hmm... Sudden date invite, huh? I'm free now, but can't really leave my spot."
...Figures, top A-rank hunter life's busy. No one else to vent to...
I've really fucked up my social life.
I hid my disappointment. "Oh, okay... I'll call back later then..."
"Or come to my office? No leaving involved, so that should work."
"...Huh? Which office?"
"Where else? Our guild office, duh. Got something to tell you anyway— perfect timing."
"...Whaaat!?"
So she's inviting a total shut-in like me to the headquarters of one of Korea's top 5 mega-guilds, Defenders Guild HQ?