Caught Streaming by Big Sis
Having confirmed that the cosplay girl with golden fox ears and a luscious tail had fainted, I stopped my assault and looked at the bald guy in front of me.
His clothes and body were already tattered from getting beaten all over.
I clicked my tongue lightly at the sight, then crossed my arms arrogantly and demanded an explanation from my precious little brother's closest friend.
"Keep it brief. Explain it so I can understand."
When I laid out even that simple condition, the bald bastard thought hard, then actually summarized it in three lines.
"Seong-hun was browsing adult manga and found a fox beastman series that was basically the masterpiece of his life."
"Yeah, that little shit's always been like that. Next."
"He had exactly one happy time with that masterpiece."
"I'd do the same if I found a masterpiece of a lifetime — human instinct, can't help it. Everything's normal so far… Next."
"And then he turned into that ridiculously hot nine-tailed fox. End of explanation."
"Seems like a whole lot of the middle got left out, doesn't it?"
I glared at him with murderous eyes to demand more explanation, but even with a terrified face, he never opened his mouth further.
"I don't know the middle process itself. He just said he woke up looking like that — what am I supposed to know?"
"I figured someone as famous as you in the underworld would know."
"What good is being famous? I don't know that much either. But the important thing is, that bastard really did turn into a ridiculously hot fox beastman. Limited to heat periods, of course."
At the bald guy's vulgar wording, I drove a fist into his side and asked,
"You two didn't do it, right?"
"We didn't. We got almost to the point of doing it, but that bastard's rejection was so intense."
"If you had, I was planning to half-kill both of you. Shame."
When I clenched and unclenched my fist, expressing my regret, the bald guy snickered and said to me,
"Don't regret it, Noonim. The day you thrash me is coming soon enough."
"…This bastard? Running his mouth with zero filter in front of his noona?"
"Come on, after knowing each other for over fifteen years, I can barely tell if you're my real noona or the noona next door — what's this about things I can and can't say?"
"Even so, you crazy bastard, how would you feel if someone came up to you and boldly declared they were going to fuck your little sibling?"
"Whoa… Our little sibling's all grown up already? is probably what I'd think?"
At the calmness of someone who would genuinely say that if the situation happened to him, I punched him square in the solar plexus with everything I had.
Thud!
"Guh…"
The bald guy let out a pained groan at the sudden solar-plexus ambush. Hoping he'd repent, I slapped his shiny smooth head mercilessly with my palm.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The impacts landed so satisfyingly. That addictive sensation made me want to hit him a few more times, but I barely suppressed the urge and told him,
"You need to suppress your sexual desires."
"I think I'm suppressing them better than your sibling lying over there? Isn't this enough?"
"Doesn't look nearly enough to me. Besides, my sibling was a guy, right? No matter how much the body changed, doesn't the idea of fucking someone who used to be a guy feel a little weird?"
I tried to persuade the bald guy and correct his warped sexual views, but after hearing me out, he refuted me with a more serious face than ever.
"Look, Noonim? I think you're the one thinking about this wrong."
"…I'm thinking wrong? About which part?"
When I expressed my confusion with a look that said I couldn't understand, he smirked and started explaining.
"Noonim, what's homosexuality? It's when people who are physically the same sex feel love for each other, right?"
"Right?"
"Then if a woman and a man mix bodies, that's not homosexuality, is it? Am I wrong?"
"…Is that so?"
Something about that sounded plausible… No, wait!
"You have to include the mental part too! If someone with a man's mind is getting fucked by a man, that's basically homosexuality!"
"No? Why on earth would you include the mental part when having sex? The mental part has nothing to do with sex."
"What?"
At bullshit so absurd my common sense wanted to leave home, I gave up thinking — and he spouted even worse bullshit.
"Noonim, don't overcomplicate it. Just think really simply."
"Care to explain which part of my thinking was complicated?"
"You thought about the mental aspect while talking about sex, didn't you? That part alone is basically overcomplicating it."
The bald guy took a deep breath to calm his excitement a little, then continued calmly.
"Making babies — that is, sex — is the most primal act of all living things. Whether the mind is male or female, if the body's female and it feels good, isn't that enough? Why do you need to consider the mental part?"
"That's fucking sexual harassment, you crazy bastard."
"How is this sexual harassment? I'm offering a serious contemplation on sex. Noonim, I think we need to talk a little more about this… Gack…"
If I listened to the bald guy any longer, my mind really might go somewhere irreversible, so I chopped him in the neck with a knife-hand strike and knocked him out.
To find some peace for my exhausted mind, I started slowly fondling my little sibling's huge, luscious fox tail.
By the way, this is actually really healing. Is this that animal therapy thing or whatever?
When I go home, if I ask for one tail to take, would they give it to me?
At the sharp pain I felt in my jaw, I opened my eyes to find my terrifying big sister's face.
My scary noona, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, was nuzzling her face against my tail with a bright, cheerful expression that didn't match her sturdy build at all.
But she was gripping my tail with tremendous force that felt like one side of it was about to tear off.
Barely enduring the pain, I asked my noona to hold it gently.
"Noona."
"You're awake?"
"Hey, hold the tail a little gentler. Feels like it's gonna get ripped off."
"This is your tail, not mine?"
Even as she snarked, she kindly eased the strength in her hands — my kind noona.
After playing with my tail for a while, she asked me a question in a serious voice.
"I heard from the bald baldy. What happened?"
"If you heard, you know. Exactly what he said. I found a ridiculously hot fox beastman manga, had a happy time looking at it. Then I woke up looking like this. End."
"How are you supposed to live looking that weird? Not being able to go outside is frustrating enough, and more critically, you don't have any way to make a living, do you?"
Speaking in a worried voice, noona was trying to push for us to live together.
But living with that human weapon could turn a situation where my dick was already gone into a situation where everything was truly fucked, so I shook my head and pointed at the tablet on the desk.
"I have a way to make money. Noona, do you know what an illustrator is?"
"Of course I know — they're artists, right? People who make a living drawing pictures?"
"Right, that's my job — illustrator. And I also stream on the side, so there's absolutely no problem with making a living."
I'd recently raised my commission prices, so a full-body piece was 150,000 won.
I'd always been on the fast side among illustrators, and becoming a fox beastman had only improved my hand skills further.
At my fastest, I could finish up to two pieces a day, which meant if I really ground myself into dust drawing, I could earn up to nine million won a month by pure calculation.
Add in the streamer donations that were basically pocket money, and I averaged about ten million won a month.
Which meant there was zero problem maintaining a livelihood in this tiny studio apartment.
I opened the banking app and showed noona my account balance to prove there was no problem with making a living, and I thought that would wrap things up perfectly, but—
"You're streaming? What's your streamer name?"
At noona suddenly taking interest in my stream, I found myself facing a far more serious problem.
What was my usual stream like?
Wasn't it a completely unhinged broadcast where the director of a mental ward and psychopaths who were suspiciously dedicated to their abnormal sexual desires communicated with each other?
The drawings I did on stream were one problem, but looking at the viewers' chat, even noona — who was relatively the closest to normal among people I knew — would have a fit.
I shook my head and refused to reveal my streamer name.
"Absolutely not. I can't tell you."
"It's all in the palm of my hand anyway. Bet it's another nickname deeply related to fox beastmen?"
"No! It's my streamer name so I went with something cool!"
"Is your idea of a cool name FoxBeastmanIsFuckingAwesome♡? Just searching fox beastman brings it right up."
…Honestly, isn't that a pretty cool and decent name? Better than some cringey English name, right?
By my standards it was a nickname I really liked, but right now I had to deny it somehow.
I cursed my own nickname as vulgar and denied noona's words.
"I told you that's not me!"
"The voice is the same? And the way of speaking is extremely similar to how you normally talk. But the stream content looks pretty wild, doesn't it?"
Noona looked at me with a mocking face and showed me her phone screen, and there—
—past me, having chosen the ten-tag NSFW drawing challenge, was sketching a rough.