The 95% Is Just an Act
Having left behind that catastrophic parting instruction—don't wipe your pussy, just wait for me—Park Ahyoung truly began getting ready to head back out.
“Whoa, whoa, hold on!”
Jung Yumi killed the Discord call with her coworker and shouted.
“Are you seriously about to go to Wooju's place right now!?”
“Wooju? Ah, is that the real name of Urara's inside person?”
Is this woman really a complete idiot? Why not just strip the real-name registry documents of the entire BijouLive roster and lay them at my feet?
“Ehehe, Yuzuha sunbae-nim… ♡”
Without warning, Ahyoung pulled her into a tight, squeezing♡ embrace.
“Ulp….”
Ahyoung had a spectacular body.
When women compliment someone's figure, they usually mean the tall, well-proportioned model type.
Ahyoung was that model type, plus enormous breasts on top of it—and now Jung Yumi's face was being smothered deep into that massive chest.
“Hnngh… ♡”
What is this. This is insane. I can't even breathe, and it still feels amazing. It's so soft. My brain is going all cottony. So adult women needed breasts after all. Maybe everyone needs breasts. Maybe it's a basic human requirement.
“Are you jealous because I'm going over to give Urara sunbae-nim's pussy a good tongue-bath?”
The insane words out of her mouth blasted the cotton clouds right out of Yumi's head.
“P feh! Are you insane!?”
“A jealous Yuzuha sunbae-nim is su~per♡ cute too, but I really do have to go now. Wait for me at home like a good girl.”
“I am NOT jealous!? Why would I be jealous! I'm just trying to stop you from going to Urara, that's all!”
“…Ah!”
Ahyoung's eyes lit up.
“Then you're not jealous over Urara sunbae-nim—you're jealous over ME!?”
“…?”
What fresh, innovative bullshit is she about to spout this time?
“Perfect, then come with me! Yuzuha sunbae-nim, you're not just a fellow VTuber, you're my genmate. You have more than enough right to help devour Urara sunbae-nim!”
So in other words….
She took Yumi's affection for Urara as jealousy—thought she didn't want Urara stolen away from her?
“Like HELL!? I'm heterosexual!”
“…?”
This time it was Ahyoung who tilted her head, as if to say what on earth are you talking about.
“But Yuzuha sunbae-nim, you and Urara sunbae-nim are flirting nonstop with dirty jokes every single day. Between YuzuUrara and UraraYuzu, YuzuUrara is obviously the superior ship!”
“That's because we're on stream!”
“…Pardon?”
“Listen carefully.”
Yumi shoved reality into the crazy woman's face.
“When VTubers call each other girlfriend on stream, say they're going to devour each other, talk about being a couple—honestly? Ninety-five percent of that is just a bit! It's a we-got-married-style performance for the viewers!”
“…!!!”
Ahyoung collapsed in a heap.
“Th-then… there's no YuzuUrara, and no UraraYuzu…?”
“We're just good friends.”
Whether as Shinohara Yuzuha and Akasaka Urara, or as Jung Yumi and Cheon Wooju, the two of them really were genuine friends.
But did she seriously want a sexual relationship with her?
Did she seriously want to ask in real life, 'So, wanna scissor now?'
No. Obviously not.
“If you'd become a VTuber without knowing this, I can't even imagine what kind of catastrophe would have unfolded….”
The moment a fellow VTuber attempted any yuri fanservice on stream, Ahyoung probably would have screamed it's a confession! and immediately booked a wedding hall.
…No, actually, before that she would have raped her, wouldn't she. …Wait, wouldn't she rape her even without the flirting?
Should I really turn her in right now? Not for my own sake—for the sake of every single VTuber in South Korea?
“…But if ninety-five percent is an act, what's the other five percent?”
“Every once in a while, there are ones who are genuinely… sticky about it.”
There had been girls who, if you asked them 'wanna scissor now?', would reply 'Yes, I've been waiting for you ♡' while pulling down their panties and pouncing.
The kind who left you mid-conversation thinking, Ahaha, that's the bit, right? It's the bit… right?
“But Urara and I are not one of those five-percent relationships. And anyway, you're not going to Urara's.”
“…Why not?”
Ahyoung asked as she rose to her feet.
“What makes you think you get to stop me, sunbae-nim?”
“Well, obviously—!”
“Sunbae-nim.”
Ahyoung stared down at her, expressionless. From close enough that their nipples nearly touched.
“I do love you, sunbae-nim, but I never gave you the right to get in my way.”
“Ngh….”
“Besides, you just said you're not jealous of Urara sunbae-nim taking me, and not jealous of me taking her either. So now that I've wiped your pussy clean and tidied your whole apartment for you, all that's left for Yuzuha sunbae-nim is to do your work and your hobbies, pull the blackout curtains shut, and go night-night, isn't it?”
…It was terrifying.
The way Ahyoung looked down at her without a trace of a smile was terrifying.
Jung Yumi finally understood.
Understood that Ahyoung had genuinely, truly been letting her have her way all this time.
“If you understand now, then stop whining and stay here like a good girl. I'll even order the supreme yangnyeom-mayo chicken from the brand Yuzuha sunbae-nim loves. And I'll add cheese balls.”
“…Th-then I'm coming with you. That's all.”
Yumi was well aware of the nonsense spilling out of her own mouth right now.
“I won't… I won't get in your way. I just… want to watch, that's all. Just to make sure you're not doing anything… too horrible to Urara. That's it. That's all.”
But this was the absolute limit of what she could say.
“…Hmm.”
Ahyoung's gaze traveled up and down her body.
“Make one more fuss and I'll put you to sleep, okay?”
“…Fine.”
She meant it.
It wasn't even about reporting her anymore. What Jung Yumi truly wanted, at the end of it all, was simply to see with her own eyes that this woman wasn't doing anything too terrible to her friend.
And that statement also meant… if it was only slightly terrible, even if it was done to her own friend, she would just sit there and watch it happen.
“Sigh. LowerLip is honestly going, I like you I like you, hurry up and make your VTuber debut and fuck me hard ♡—she's saying it right now, isn't she.”
“Sh-shut up. Show some respect to your senior.”
“Isn't it only natural for senior gens to get eaten by the junior gens?”
“….”
It was annoyingly, infuriatingly correct, and she had no comeback.
Boarding Ahyoung's Stellaria, Jung Yumi gave the fresh scent of the air freshener a curious sniff.
“What did you spill in here recently?”
“Yuzuha sunbae-nim's pee.”
“….”
So that's how she got me from the office all the way home. The secret was in this car.
Backing smoothly out of the parking spot, Ahyoung began driving toward Seoul.
“…Where exactly are we going?”
“To Urara sunbae-nim's place, of course? Unit 3102, Twin Park Xi Apartments, Yongsan-gu.”
“…Xi? She lives in an Xi building?”
That was an expensive apartment brand. And in Yongsan-gu of all places—wasn't that prime real estate?
Someone who lived in a place like that had been doing VTubing alongside her? She never carried luxury goods around or anything, so she'd had absolutely no idea….
“Hold on. How do you know her address?”
“Ah… Urara sunbae-nim is the type who leaks little scraps of information on stream, you see.”
Ahyoung gripped the wheel with practiced ease.
For some reason, that profile of hers looked incredibly handsome right now.
“Every broadcaster ends up leaking a little information here and there… but with Urara sunbae-nim it's honestly excessive. Same with the posts she puts up on social media… if you gather the fragments and piece them all together, you can work out not just the apartment complex but the exact unit number, no problem.”
“…I'm a little scared of you now.”
“Why does Yuzuha sunbae-nim live in Suwon?”
“Me? Housing is cheap.”
“No particular reason like family living nearby, or you're attached to the neighborhood and don't want to leave?”
“Not really?”
“Then it wouldn't matter if you moved, would it?”
“Why, are you planning to buy me a house?”
Jung Yumi snorted a laugh.
But the instant she finished laughing, it occurred to her that if anyone could actually pull that off, it would be this lunatic.
“…Are you rich?”
“Nope? But I know plenty of ways to make money.”
“…I see. So you know plenty of ways.”
Plenty of ways to make money, huh.
And I've got neither money nor talent.
Feeling inexplicably deflated, Jung Yumi turned to face forward.
“Yuzuha sunbae-nim.”
“What—HUUHK!?”
Glancing sideways, Yumi shrieked.
At some point Ahyoung had stripped off her top, and those enormous breasts of hers were now completely bare!
“You—you lunatic, what are you doing!?”
“I thought this might energize you. Plan: success ♡”
“People can see you from other cars!”
“It's fine—I've got full tint, plus Perception Concealment Magic deployed for exactly these situations, running off magic stones as batteries so it's maintained around the clock.”
“What exactly are you planning to do inside this car!?”
In the apartment she lived in alone, Cheon Wooju scratched furiously at her head.
“Hmm… Yuzu cut the call on me out of nowhere. What on earth is going on with that Ahyoung girl?”
Narrating whatever you were doing with pointless exposition to nobody was an occupational hazard of being a streamer.
She even talked to herself over meals—'Now, let's lift the lid. Ohh, look at that pizza cheese, streeetching so looong!'—so this was hardly new.
“No way she's actually not coming, right… Haaaah-am. Man, I really do have to work on thumbnails… but maybe just one ranked game first?”
With her queue ticking in the background, Cheon Wooju's fingers drifted toward her two nipples.
“Nhih ♡”
The thumbs and forefingers of both hands brushed gently around her nipples.
“Hh, hnn, hnnnn… ♡”
This was why Cheon Wooju lounged around in nothing but panties as a matter of course.
The ability to toy with her nipples at any random moment of the day accounted for a hefty share of the reason.
“Ah, hnn… ♡”
Nothing approaching a climax—just savoring the soft, slow swell of pleasure that came from teasing her nipples and the skin around them.
Like the nobles of ancient Rome sipping watered-down wine from morning to night, Cheon Wooju's daily routine was to bask in the mellow, low-grade pleasure of nipple play all day long.
And that routine included the hours she spent streaming as the VTuber Akasaka Urara.
“Ha ♡ Nnh, aah ♡”
Just as her plaintive little moans began to spill out at the prickling surge of pleasure, the game found her a match.