Someone Unknown Maliciously Edited the Confession

On screen, the nun brought the hammer of a one-day ban down on the tree-fucker, then resumed the confessions as if nothing had happened.

This was fun.

With most clip-artist streams, you only ever turned them on to kill boredom while waiting on a commission, or maybe to shoot the breeze for a bit after the drawing was done. That was about the limit.

This streamer was different. She'd locked onto "deviant sexual appetites" as her concept and was running a genuinely entertaining broadcast around it. Even when she showed the mind-numbingly dull process of working on commissions, she filled the dead air with detailed explanations of abnormal lusts — and went further still, debating the aesthetics of horniness with her viewers.

Thanks to that nonstop chatterbox on my monitor, I'd been able to study the many varieties of human sexual desire. It had made my own work considerably easier.

I've almost made it sound like nothing but advantages — but it wasn't without a downside. Exactly one, in fact. And it was a fatally serious one.

The more you watched, the more she drained the viewer's Jeong-gi.

Even I, a succubus, had no idea how the principle worked. If I'd known the method, I wouldn't be sleeping with men I'd never even dreamed of — I'd be sitting pretty in an internet stream like that woman, raking in Jeong-gi with this body of mine.

But something about it was strange.

With a body that lewd, why was she stuck streaming for a measly hundred and fifty perverts? If she went into idol work, acting, or modeling, she could harvest far more Jeong-gi, couldn't she? If the goal was gathering life force, there were plenty of better options than internet streaming. So why cling to it?

"Maybe a Transcendent or a god on a short vacation? That would explain it, at least."

Curiosity stirred. The amount of Jeong-gi she was taking was so trivial it wouldn't affect the world in the slightest — which meant she was a Transcendent or a deity of the good, or at least neutral, alignment. To possess that kind of power and still hold to the side of good or neutrality…

"Who is she? If I met her, would she teach me how to absorb Jeong-gi? Since she's good or neutral, she probably wouldn't just kill me on sight for being of the demonic path."

Judging by her abilities, she didn't seem to be one of those damned Jesus-freaks, at least. Was it a gamble worth taking? If my precious life weren't on the line, it would genuinely be worth a shot.

After a long stretch of deliberation, I finally opened the editing program and started cutting the confession footage.

Right now I was nothing more than a viewer. All I knew about her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was that she had a lewd body — walking outside wasn't going to produce a natural meeting. I had a feeling she didn't go outside much to begin with.

If I wanted to meet her, this was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the only way. Force fate into a knot. Engineer an encounter she absolutely couldn't avoid. Meet her somehow, receive her teachings firsthand — and through those teachings, set my sights on the throne of the next Succubus Queen.

"Learning video editing after coming to the lower world really was a masterstroke of the Great Demon. Who'd have thought I'd get an opportunity this good down here."

Imagining the streamer I would soon meet, I edited away with dedication. When the long hours of cutting finally ended, I uploaded the video to LaTube.

"Title… The Super Hot Nun's Confession Stream. That should pull aggro nicely, right? The original's entertaining enough that I don't have to worry about view counts."

I stretched, working the stiffness out of my body, confirmed that night had fallen, and changed into my work clothes.

"This job won't last much longer. Just a little more waiting and the Jeong-gi will start replicating… Heh heh. A few more days. Just hold out a few more days and I'll be a perfect, flawless succubus!"

Picturing the golden future ahead, I stepped out of the house to get to work.

…Something was off.

I definitely hadn't been this brimming with energy before I went to sleep. The vitality surging through me was suspicious. What was going on? Had I somehow become fap material for a massive number of people?

That couldn't be it. I was a bottom-tier streamer with maybe a hundred and fifty viewers. Or had one of the new arrivals gone around promoting me? Something like, "There's a super hot nun running a psych ward for freaks"?

That was entirely possible. Time to ego-search and see what kind of posts were out there.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, opened a community site, and searched my nickname. The result: someone had edited my VOD and uploaded it to LaTube. And that video, I further discovered, had taken my sacred confession stream and edited it in the most malicious way imaginable.

"No, how do you even edit something this shitty? They've straight-up painted me as a sexual deviant."

— Was it not already a fact that thou art a sexual deviant? As this lady recalls, among all the posts viewed yesterday, finding a deviant more extreme than thee proved most difficult.

"If you're gonna talk nonsense, at least keep it within reason. Where else in the world are you going to find a more normal sexual appetite than mine?"

— Place thy hand upon thy conscience and speak. Art thou truly one of normal desires? If even a shred of conscience remains in thee, such words should never leave thy lips.

"Look, no matter how I think about it, my desires are normal. Honestly, fox beastfolk are peak normal, aren't they? They're horniness itself, for fuck's sake."

What was wrong with liking a person who had cute, fluffy, perky ears and a warm, soft, luscious tail?

I fired back at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Fox God with total confidence — and she briefly manifested, pulled a frying pan out from under the bed, and cracked it across the crown of my head.

CLANG!!!!!

"Agh!!!"

I screamed at the searing pain in my skull. The Fox God snickered as if it served me right, then slipped back into soul form and scolded me at a volume that made my brain vibrate.

— Interspecies congress is not a normal desire to begin with!

"How is doing it with a fox beastfolk interspecies?! The 'in' in 'in-gan' for beastfolk is the same human character — so it's just people doing it with people!"

— …Teaching common sense to one who possesses none is a trial most arduous. Thou art in no position to scorn thy ball-friend. Looking upon it now, the two of you are a match made in heaven.

"What? A match made in heaven? You done talking?"

— Did this lady speak falsely? Both of you share deviant desires, both lack common sense, and both are equally stubborn. At this point, is it not time to acknowledge the fated bond?

"We're completely different! I have normal desires! I'm an intellectual with common sense! And I'm not that stubborn! Look at me during commissions! When have I ever been stubborn?"

I immediately shot down the Fox God's nonsense. She sighed and took her leave.

— Haa… Conversation is simply impossible. Anyone can see you are a match made in heaven. Further words will only stoke mutual rage, so this lady shall withdraw.

"Hey, what the fuck, where are you going? You piss someone off to the max and then just leave?!"

— Always remember this: whenever thou art sexually aroused, thy tails do sway.

"Don't… bullshit me?"

A flicker of unease made me check my tails in a hurry — but thankfully, my luscious tails were hanging perfectly still and normal. I'd nearly had a heart attack. For a second I thought I'd degenerated into a female without even noticing.

The feeling of being played only stoked my rage further. I spun around to where the Fox God had been, but she'd already vanished.

That goddamn bitch.

One of these days, I was going to ravage her. I'd fuck her senseless until she was so lost in pleasure she was whimpering for more. Even if the sky fell and society collapsed — I would punish that damned Fox God through sheer sexual domination.

Having sworn that oath, I drank some cold water to shake off the anger, then opened LaTube. Might as well check the comment reactions. If I'd really been branded a sexual deviant, I'd need to do some image laundry.

I searched LaTube for the video title I'd seen on the community site, clicked in, and looked at the comments — and a hollow laugh escaped me.

…I'd been completely branded a sexual deviant.

Was there any way to clear up the misunderstanding that I was one? If I asked the uploader to take it down… no, wait. If the video came down, the Jeong-gi I was harvesting would plummet. I couldn't ask them to remove it — but leaving it up meant I was stuck as a sexual deviant.

What was I supposed to do?

I dithered briefly between reality and dignity, then let out a long sigh and made my decision.

Fine. Fuck it. If the majority says so, then that's what I am. Dignity doesn't put food on the table. Starting today, I'm just a sexual deviant.

Not that I have any idea what makes me one.

Heh heh heh heh hehhh…