Being a Moderator Is Fucking Hard

Halo Streaming. Streamer moderator.

When headquarters handed me the job of keeping an eye on the streamers, I figured there wasn't a sweeter gig on the planet.

Why? Isn't it obvious?

Most days you just hop into the broadcasts of streamers you already like, do a little light monitoring, and if a report comes in you casually scrub the VOD. If something actually needs a ban, you slap one on. That was the whole job.

Yeah. Right up until four weeks ago, what I did for a living was the kind of easy money everyone else drooled over.

Until I ran into that absolute lunatic.

H-cups? Maybe even I-cups? The kind of chest you couldn't fully cover with one hand even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if you tried. For the past four weeks she had been the single worst streamer alive, scraping my sanity raw every single day.

People say the greasy-looking guy can turn out to be completely normal while the pretty, put-together girl is the real freak. Turns out that saying was dead-on.

From the moment she hit the Go Live button until now, she had drawn nothing but indescribably weird shit and drained my will to live one stroke at a time.

"Watch carefully, everyone. See this clothespin? What do you think happens if I clamp it right on the sensitive part of these pants?"

Sex jokes were just the default setting.

"What do I think about furries? Personally I only allow the soft, fluffy, mohu-mohu tails and the twitchy, velvety ears. Call it a hard 10–15 % furry limit. Anything past that is a mental illness, full stop."

She also spat out unfiltered opinions like "respecting other people's tastes can go fuck itself."

"I made the chat mad!!! I can control emotions!!!!!"

She treated her viewers—the same people any other streamer would have treasured one by one—like absolute garbage. Straight-up psycho.

Of course, every single person watching her looked just as unhinged.

"The psychos who say they want to stick it in a pencil-holder hole. The absolute degenerates who want happy time with a slipper. The mental patients who claim the wall socket would have been perfect if it were just a little bigger…"

Normally at least one viewer would channel their inner puritan, feel uncomfortable, and drop a report. That was how it was supposed to work.

In this room, though, the combined abnormal sexual energy of streamer and chat had crushed any such person out of existence. Not a single one left.

Or maybe they had all just looked at her trash-tier art and fallen into the same pit of degeneracy.

I sat there watching the live broadcast of pure sexual derangement, grinding my teeth while my eyeballs felt like they were rotting out of my skull.

"You fucking bitch… you follow the rules so goddamn perfectly… just cross the line once. Please. Just once…"

The second she stepped over it, instant ban. Then I wouldn't have to look at her for a whole month.

Get the hell out of here, you filthy lust demon. Stop polluting my brain with your abnormal fetishes and drop straight into hell.

I clutched the rosary on my wrist and kept praying, but that seductive voice kept sliding into my ears.

"Let's be honest with each other. Deep down, every single one of you has at least one weird fetish, right?"

"Aaaagh!!! Nooooo!!!!!"

"What do you mean 'no'? You look like a walking fetish yourself. The fact that you haven't left my stream yet is basically you admitting you're a degenerate, you know?"

"I can just turn it off… I can turn it off! You think I can't, you fucking bitch???"

I said it with full confidence. In reality I couldn't turn it off.

My actual job was to keep monitoring this woman so I could ban her the second she slipped.

"Turn it off? Leave it on? Turn it off? Leave it on? If I turn it off I prove I'm not a degenerate… but that's dereliction of duty. If I leave it on…"

I become the degenerate.

No. Absolutely not.

I just like golden-haired pretty boys barging into yuri! NTR isn't an abnormal fetish, okay? Strictly speaking—

"It's a completely normal sexual desire!!!"

I screamed loud enough to shake the room, but the next words out of her mouth hit me like a truck.

"NTR is a normal fetish? Are you insane? There are things you can say and things you can't. Pure love is the only real normal desire, you crazy bastards. Let me define normal for you right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now: a fox beastgirl getting pinned one-on-one in sweet, lovey-dovey pure-love mating by her spouse. That is true pure love. Got it? Disagree and you're banned. Permanent ban if you argue."

"That… that brain-rotted, lust-soaked idiot just said what? NTR isn't normal? On Hitomi the NTR tag is number one for both guys and girls! Unforgivable… I will never forgive the bitch who just called my perfectly normal fetish abnormal!!!"

I logged into a different account—not my mod one—and immediately crushed her under a massive donation.

"Admit right now that NTR is a normal sexual desire, you amateur. The tag that sits at number one for both men and women on Hitomi isn't normal?"

I had just dropped nearly a hundred thousand won on her head. Without the slightest hesitation she refunded every last won.

"NTR… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I refuse to recognize that as normal. Confinement pure love, rape pure love, yandere limb-severing pure love—I'm open-minded about all of it."

Her voice dropped into something so cold it made my spine crawl, and she launched into a full-blown rant like she was giving a speech.

"Anything else I can tolerate, but NTR pure love? Never! That is a crime against heaven—both the heroine who got toyed with by the golden pretty boy's oversized club and the golden pretty boy who tried to steal her! You absolute piece of shit!"

Grind. Grrrindgrindgrind!!!

She kept talking while her teeth sounded like they were about to shatter.

"I will hunt down every single golden pretty boy who wrecked a happy pure-love couple, and I will also hunt down every follower who praises golden pretty boys, narrow-eyed middle-aged men, and hypnotic-app pig women while claiming NTR is normal!!! That was the plan from the very beginning!!!"

And with that, she permanently banned me without a second thought.

"Haha… what a goddamn bitch."

Watching her refund a hundred thousand won that any other streamer would have licked the floor for, just so she could keep spouting her unfiltered opinions, I let out a hollow laugh.

"She's endlessly sincere about her tastes. Gotta admit, that part's kinda charming."

I logged out of the alt, switched back to my moderator account, and re-entered her stream. Then I sat in complete silence, staring hard, waiting for her to finally make a mistake.

That was when the door opened and a beautiful woman walked straight into my room.

"Hey, what the hell are you watching so obsessively? Anyone walking by would think you're a stalker."

"Oh, Senior. You're here. Haah… so that's how it looks to everyone else. I haven't slept properly in almost five days because of this bitch. She's genuinely evil."

"What kind of stream is this? Halo Streaming doesn't even allow 19+ content."

"Exactly. She walks the line so perfectly it looks like she's about to break the 19+ rules without ever actually breaking them. There were signs when she got her second warning, but after the suspension it was like she awakened or something—she never gives you anything solid to ban her for."

"Let me see. How bad can a stream be that it completely shredded your paper-thin mental health?"

Senior joined me in an instant and looked at the broadcast.

"Th-this is…! What the fuck is this!!! What are you doing? Ban her already!"

"Senior? You're the walking rulebook. You can't say that. None of that actually violates the rules. Last time I banned her for a month just because I was pissed and I was the one who got disciplined."

"…Is she seriously doing this just to fuck with us? No matter how I look at it, the only possible goal is to mess with the site."

"But after five days of watching, I can tell you this: if her plan was to crash the site, she follows the rules way too carefully. And the stream is actually entertaining, so she's already locked in a concrete core audience."

"Don't tell me you're one of the people making up that concrete layer."

Her gaze was cold and full of suspicion. I met it head-on and shook my head.

"Senior, do you really think I enjoy watching this kind of degenerate stream?"

"Yeah, it matches your tastes a little too well. The NTR you like is an abnormal fetish, isn't it?"

"How the hell is NTR abnormal? It's the dictionary definition of hot! A situation where someone else's girl is pinned under a golden pretty boy going 'I can't even remember what sex with XX was like… the club wiped everything…!'—how is that not peak arousal?!"

"Stealing someone else's woman to get off is normal? You… don't tell me you're the type who thinks pure love is just 'if they're happy… maybe it's pure love???'"

"Of course not. NTR is ultimately just pure love between the golden pretty boy and the heroine. Pure. Love. Content."

I gave her a sly grin. Senior's response was immediate.

"…You do not deserve to live."

She pulled out a thick book from somewhere and smashed it down on my head.

Thwack!

As my consciousness started to blur, Senior glanced at the screen I'd been staring at, her eyes going wide. She leaned in and whispered.

"Hey. From now on I'm taking this one personally. You said you were exhausted, right? Find someone else. I'll handle her."

I managed a weak nod. The last thing that entered my vision was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the eight black, fluffy fox tails swaying gently behind Senior's hips.