The Long-Awaited Stream Was Pure Chaos
I wrapped up the commission work, got confirmation from the client, and just like always, it was already evening.
I polished off a meal kit for dinner and was sketching a personal piece to hone my skills when Mother came over and tossed a question my way.
"Aren't you streaming today? I'd love to stick around and watch you do your thing."
"How am I supposed to stream with you here? It's embarrassing. And my stream is not something you do in front of other people."
A broadcast where I draw fetish porn and pick one of the tags on X-tomy to have a serious discussion with the viewers.
Common sense said there was no way I was running that kind of stream in front of my parents. I'd rather delete the account and run for the hills than do it with them watching.
I shook my head and drew a hard line that it was absolutely not happening, but Mother's calm reply immediately put me in crisis mode.
"I'll give ground on everything else, but not that. What kind of lunatic shouts 'sex dick pussy' in front of their own mother?"
"I hear even blood relatives have sex sometimes. You really think there's not a single person like that out there?"
...Damn it, that actually made too much sense.
Right. The world was full of all kinds of crazy bastards, so like Mother said, there was probably at least one guy like that.
But still.
"I do not wish to become that kind of lunatic, Mother. Could you please just go home for today?"
I even rubbed my hands together and begged with everything I had, but Mother had already made up her mind. She rejected my plea in a firm voice.
"Isn't it better to take the beating first? And if I'm here, those viewers of yours will at least keep some kind of line."
"That's true, but I'm worried you'll get hurt. And more importantly, what are you going to do about the fallout if someone says they get off on you? If Father finds out, he'll go completely berserk."
"He won't know a thing. He says the internet is a waste of muscle and doesn't use it at all. As long as nobody tells him, he'll never find out."
"What if one of Father's friends watches the stream and tells him?"
"Who do you think you get your lack of friends from?"
"Ah."
She hit me with a sudden bone-deep burn. This evil mother of mine.
When I made a wounded face at the unexpected critical hit, Mother stroked my fluffy, twitching ears and comforted me.
"It's fine. Father doesn't have a single friend, but you've got that reliable 'boyfriend' over there."
"He's just a 'friend.' Not a 'boyfriend.'"
Anyone listening would think I'd already fallen into female corruption or something.
I was absolutely not doing any female corruption crap, okay? I wasn't even gay.
I shook my head and denied any special relationship with my balls-buddy, and Mother gave a sly smile as she opened her mouth.
"There's no such thing as a simple 'friend' relationship between a man and a woman, you know?"
"That's something you only know by watching. Me and that bastard are different."
"Hmm... Well, do you think someone who's lived over forty years knows better, or a kid barely in his early twenties?"
Mother shrugged her shoulders and pointed at my friend, who was still slumped in the corner in a daze, and continued.
"I don't know about anything else, but from what I've experienced, not a single person who says 'I won't be like that' ever isn't. From where I'm standing, it looks like you're going to be one of them too."
"I'll be the sole exception that ruins that experience of yours, Mother."
"Sure, thrash around all you want. From this mother's perspective, it's already too late, hehe..."
Mother put on a meaningful smile, stood up from her seat, and started brushing herself off.
"Huh? You're leaving?"
"Of course I am. How am I supposed to relax and heal when my son is pushing me out the door like that? And."
She showed me a text from Father and let out a sigh.
"He's telling me to hurry home and make him food. Says he's starving to death, so I have to go cook for him."
"Father really never changes."
"Right? And he's still rock-solid down below, too."
"Ah, Mother, please."
I genuinely did not want to know a single thing about that.
When I scowled and got snappy, Mother giggled like she was having the time of her life and took my hand.
"I'll come play again soon. When I do, you have to stream in front of me, okay?"
"Even if tail fur gets in my eyes, that's never happening, so don't get your hopes up."
"Hehe, saying it like that just makes me look forward to it more. Well then, Mother's heading out! Thanks for today, son."
"Don't mention it. But please don't come next time. I thought I was going to die from how hard it was."
"I'll definitely come next time!"
"I said don't come!"
Mother teased me right up to the end as she left, and the moment she was gone, my dazed friend snapped back to his senses and immediately started spouting nonsense.
"Huh? When did Mother-in-law leave?"
"Who the hell is your mother-in-law, you bastard!"
Hearing that garbage, I swung the frying pan without a second of hesitation.
CLANG!!!!!
"I was going to turn it on today anyway, you fetish freak bastards."
Maybe it was because I'd skipped the stream for several days without a word?
The viewers' howling for me to go live had hit a fever pitch, and a few of them were even showing outright mania.
Just what about my stream made them this obsessed?
Was drawing fetish porn every day and debating abnormal lust really that entertaining?
People I would never understand. Then again, how was a normal lust person supposed to understand a fetish freak?
It was late evening now, not the usual daytime slot for the stream.
I didn't expect that many viewers to show up, but those flames were burning so hot I needed to put them out once and for all.
So I started getting ready to go live.
Mic and cam setup that felt like it had been ages. I angled the camera so the ultra-massive I-cup mamma tanks would show nicely, finished the mic, and that was when my friend, who'd woken up from his knockout, spoke up in a puzzled voice.
"What, you streaming? You never stream at this hour."
"Simple whim. And I need to earn Jeong-gi fast, you bastard. I don't want to get dragged off to the lab."
"Come on, why bother with streaming when you've got this efficient Jeong-gi injector right here. Just one round with me and the vital force—"
"Shut it, bastard. Stream's starting, so go lock yourself in the room."
I kicked the nonsense-spouting friend into the room and immediately hit the go-live button.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Viewers flooded in faster with every second that passed.
The fetish confession video the succubus editor had uploaded must have pulled serious aggro, because a ton of faces I'd never seen before were pouring in.
Even though it wasn't the usual time, twice as many viewers as normal had shown up. I greeted them in a soft, alluring voice, like I was trying to charm them.
"It's been a while, everyone. Did you all do well while I was gone?"
A voice laced with the unique seductive charm of a nine-tailed fox.
I tried to use it to bewitch the viewers and paper over the unannounced break, but their reaction was ice-cold.
No—more precisely, it split right down the middle like half-and-half chicken. The reaction from the regulars who'd been watching my stream all along, versus the reaction from the ones who'd flooded in after seeing Latube.
The Latube newcomers, of course:
They were dropping chat so soft and fluffy it could've been titled "This Is Healing: Hope Edition."
In contrast, the bastards who'd been watching my stream all along:
They tore into me like my little act was pathetic and told me to just do it the usual way.
I'd accidentally split the viewers, and the chat was blazing out of control.
If I left it alone the flames would get completely unmanageable, so I let out a sigh and blasted the fire with a water cannon.
"No, for fuck's sake, I finally turn the stream on and why the hell are you splitting in half and fighting each other."
I made a circle with the thumb and index finger of my left hand and pumped the thumb of my right hand back and forth through that circle.
"Just stop fighting and have sex, you bastards."
I snuffed out the flames with that simple method.