Boob Pillows and Tarantula Rice Bowl Debut

Wouldn't a normal person never even think about using a breast pillow to sleep on? Merhen Mooyu Dispenser Jjueop Jjueop. Having lived in otaku culture for ten years, I knew exactly what that meant. ...It's just a roundabout way of saying they wanna suck suck on my boobs. It was straight-up sexual harassment, no matter how sexually open society is.

Is she too young and innocent to know better? What the hell is she thinking? I stared her down until she finally cracked under the pressure and tried to explain herself—or not, really.

"Uh, my friend said I should make my nickname like this."

Anyone could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tell she made it herself. And even if that were true, anyone who watches streams regularly would know nicknames like that don't even exist, so it'd feel off. But I didn't call her out on it. I'm a pro.

Instead, I said something else. "That's weird. If I'd seen a nickname like that, I'd have banned you for 24 hours myself."

"Oh, I don't type in chat. I just watch the stream."

...Then why the hell did you make a nickname like that if you're not even gonna do anything ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shady? The words almost slipped out. But I held back. I'd just said with my own mouth that I'd accept even shady nicknames.

So I said something else. "You ever think about changing your nickname? Having 'Mooyu Dispenser Jjueop Jjueop' on a T-shirt is kinda iffy, don't you think?"

"Nah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it's fine. If it's a signature from Merhen, I'd treasure it forever."

...I decided to just let it go. Whatever. She doesn't spam weird chats, at least. Let's say she's venting her pent-up urges this way. But one slip-up, and it's permaban city.

With that in mind, I signed it smoothly.

"Here you go."

I handed the T-shirt back, and the viewer clutched it like a priceless treasure.

"I'll cherish it as a family heirloom forever!"

...Please don't. For real.

"Thank you so much!"

She bowed deeply at the waist and sauntered off. I watched her go for a moment, then pulled sunglasses from my bag and slipped them on.

...The image I had of my viewers just took a tiny hit.

After that super impactful day trip to Seoul in all sorts of ways, the day to stream again rolled around.

"Today's title... this should work, right?"

Hmm. Clean and nice. It perfectly sums up my mood today. Love it.

With the title set, I threw open the stream doors. Viewers flooded in, chats exploding.

I leisurely scanned the chats. They were welcoming me back even more enthusiastically than usual. Felt pretty good. Means they were waiting for me. Sure, some were probably waiting for the weird food mukbang or horror game more than me...

...Mood's kinda sour now.

After soaking in the chat reactions a bit longer, maybe turn on the cam?

Sharp as ever. I clicked my tongue inwardly and flipped on the cam.

"Hey everyone. Your streamer Merhen here, back from a sudden day trip to Seoul yesterday."

"Duh, Yongsan Ani Road. Where else would an otaku go in Seoul?"

I hoisted my bulging eco-bag into cam view as I said it.

"The trip was great and all, but once you're there, you can't not overspend. The scale is insane!"

"Not MoochMerhen. And yeah, got this bag there. Loved the material. Illustration's cute too—perfect for carrying out."

"Weird food and horror game's coming when it's time! I said today, so no worries—I'm doing 'em all, no delays!"

With that, I started pulling out the merch one by one.

"First up, Nesoberi! Was gonna gift it to a close dongsaeng, but seeing it IRL? Kinda grew on me. Bought one for myself too. Doesn't it make for nice bedroom decor?"

I squished the Nesoberi doll between my hands. Its face smooshed flat, then bounced back. Repeat.

...Hmm.

"Yap!"

I punched the face hard. It caved in deep, like something out of a gag manga brought to life.

"...Phone wallpaper material? Bet it'd make me laugh on bad days."

"You guys try screenshotting it for your wallpaper too. It's hilarious, swear."

Then I pulled out the next item.

"Why not? Good for wrist support."

I adjusted it between the mouse pad and cam for a good view. It was an all-in-one cushioned wrist rest pad. From an otaku shop, so character art, obviously. The quirky part...

"Still, not quite the real boob feel."

The wrist cushion was positioned right on the character's chest, making it look like boobs. And right now, I was poking it with my index finger—poke poke.

"Maybe 'cause it's small? Too big might strain the wrist, so went small. Heard they make life-size ones—maybe grab that next?"

"...Pillow sub? Life-size'd work as one, right?"

I searched "breast pillow" real quick.

"See? Breast pillows exist!"

Even in our sexually open society, breast pillows get that "that's a bit..." reaction. Good to know.

...Anyway.

"Quit treating me like a freak. I've got a totally normal mindset, folks."

"You guys are too much! People can buy stuff like that! Out of curiosity! ...Since it came up, maybe I will?"

Now I'm curious. Just a regular pillow? Or special texture?

"Order after stream. Anyway, breast pillow talk over—back to merch!"

I pulled out the rest: acrylic stand, can badge, mug, and...

"Today's star! Ta-da! 530,000-won figure!"

The one that really stuffed the bag. I showed off its precious 530k price tag to everyone.

"Right? Saw it and knew it had to go on my shelf—snagged it on sight!"

The high-quality illust of the girl reaching for the stars, flawlessly 3D'd. Love it more.

Carefully opened the box, assembled figure and stand like carving a gem.

"...530k makes you extra careful."

Snapped a bunch of phone pics. Good—now gingerly to the shelf, done.

"Right. Hold on? Flipping it scares me..."

I hopped off the chair, looked up from below.

"White!"

Phew, panty-visible figure. Good.

"Alright, spilled the off-stream tea. Time for main event?"

Yeah, today's weird food was tarantula... but.

"Folks, after settling on tarantula, I thought about it. If we're doing weird food, might as well go viral on YouTube for views. Plain tarantula rice feels bland, y'know?"

"Tarantula it is, but let's twist it up."

...Honestly, not sure if this is right. Feels like jumping into hellfire. But for weird food, better hook YouTube hard—fuel growth, aim for partner streamer someday. That thought flashed, seemed solid.

"Powerade-cooked rice, topped with fried tarantula, mint choco sauce drizzle. Tarantula donburi. ...Whaddya think?"

And boom, I went for it.