Collab Chaos and a Midnight Whisper

Men's sexual desire is overwhelmingly less than women's. In my original world, no one would dare utter such a statement aloud, but here it's just common sense. That's why one of the genres with cult-like popularity in this world's adult content is chiman stuff. Basically, it's like the slut stories from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my world, but reversed: a handsome guy with raging libido hits on a woman first, leading to wild, messy sex.

Of course, any woman with a shred of common sense knows that's only possible in fantasy. But right now, because of me, that fantasy was on the verge of shattering. No wonder the chat was exploding. Though, yeah, it felt a bit over the top.

So I flipped the script in my head. What if I were back in my original world watching porn, and a stunning beauty with a killer body was coming on super strong to me? 'Fuck, I'd lose my mind.' Just imagining it got me hard as hell—holding back would be the weird part, right?

Of course, Sena wasn't just sitting idle. No matter the truth, to her, Yuhan was her little brother and family she had to protect.

"You crazy bitches... Manager, ban every single one of those crossing the line and log their IDs."

Come at me if you want a lawsuit. She declared iron-fisted rule straight to the cam, then asked Soria, who was streaming with her, to hang on a sec before whipping her head toward me.

"Hah... Why the hell were you staring at that shit so intently...!"

"I was just... curious."

"What the fuck was so curious about it?"

"Like... do real prisons actually do inspections like that?"

What I was really wondering wasn't about women's bodies—it was whether actual prisons followed procedures like that. Not bad for an on-the-spot excuse, and it seemed to land, maybe because of that.

"Haa... even so..."

Judging by Sena's tone, the excuse worked not just because it was decently crafted, but because of the ingrained image of "Lee Yu-han" in her head—a guy who wouldn't leer like that. I figured it wouldn't fly with others, though...

They actually bought it? For real? Maybe Sena's viewers—minus the toxic ones—were still innocent kids who believed in Santa. The absurdity hit peak levels, spawning those thoughts. Nah, probably not. More likely, it was the tattooed common sense in their heads: 'Men have low sex drives.' Thanks to that, I dodged a bullet I never saw coming.

Couldn't fix the awkward vibe that settled in, though. The chaos ate up time, leaving the rest of the stream in a tense haze. Still fun, though. As the game's story ramped to climax, Sena's screams diversified like a human instrument.

"Shiiiiiit, don't come out! I said don't come out!"

Watching Sena's character flail at empty air in a barren hallway had me stifling a laugh.

"There's nothing there..."

"There is! It's 100% coming! This one's impossible not to spawn...!"

Surprisingly, Jina had guested on Sena's stream once. Probably barged in mid-broadcast like I did.

While viewers chewed on fresh bait, Sena's character hadn't budged an inch from that spot. No joke—zero progress. Not even an accidental step.

Problem: co-op game. If she slacks, we stall.

"Sena, you gotta open the door to advance."

"Yeah, open it quick."

"I know...! Stop rushing me...!"

"Hoo... hoo..."

After shoulder-heaving deep breaths, Sena finally inched her character forward. Snail pace, obviously.

Did heaven—or devs—reward her dogged persistence amid the mockery? From the darkness ahead, a face popped out: wide eyes, tears of blood streaming.

Sena froze instantly.

Spot on. Eyes darting wildly while frozen—worried she'd faint, I called softly.

"S... sis? You okay?"

"Seeeee it caaaaame I tooollld yoooouuuuuaaaah!!!!"

No answer, just a scream. But logically, if she knew it'd come, why freak? Anyway, she unleashed every human scream imaginable in a deranged challenge, collapsing drained when the game ended.

"Heh..."

"Fun, right?"

"Yeah. Story was way better than expected—like a movie."

"Hehehe... ghosts... ghosts..."

"Sena? Snap out of it—it's over."

"Hnggg... sis... thought I was gonna die..."

"Yeah yeah, sis's fault."

"They made the game way too scary—"

Right as Sena grumbled high praise at the devs, the slow end credits suddenly sped up...

"Neeeeek—!!"

A blood-soaked palm and empty eye sockets lunged out, hyper-realistic like bursting through the monitor.

Ew, fuck... Even I jumped. If I did, imagine the queen of scares who'd relaxed thinking it ended.

Hating the game, Sena yanked the mouse to quit—arms shooting up like victory—then flopped back. Her pricey wireless mouse flew.

Ceiling bounce, wall ricochet, floor smash—glorious triple cushion, shattered. Thus ended our turbulent first collab in style.

"Guys... I'll head out too..."

Streamers usually get begged to stay, but not tonight. She looked one step from collapse—who'd push?

With that, Sena ended stream, rose carefully, and approached me—already off-cam after early exit.

"Yuhan... today... you worked so hard..."

Her voice hoarse, she patted my shoulder.

"N-no, you suffered more."

"It's my job... Oh, uh... want anything?"

"Huh? Want something?"

Obviously. But couldn't spill shop's existence, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so I tilted my head questioningly. Sena nodded vigorously.

"You helped stream and okayed clips, so gotta reward you... Anything but crazy expensive, just say."

"Uh..."

"Or... dump today's donations in your account? Use as you like? Easier?"

Tempting, but bigger fish—restrained nod.

"Nah... felt like a burden, hard to take."

"Nonsense. Take it when offered."

Yeah, that's my Sena. Regaining spunk, she eyed me cautiously.

"So... how was it?"

"Hm? What?"

"The, uh, stream. Uncomfortable or...?"

Ah, that's her worry. Makes sense—other guys would've bailed mid-stream pissed. Not me.

"Just fun."

"R-really?"

"Gets why you love streaming."

Sounded like high praise? Her lips twitched up, quivering.

"H-huh, yeah?"

"Oh, but sis..."

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"With what?"

"Scared enough to not sleep?"

Recalling her antics, her face flushed crimson.

"If really scared, wanna hold hands and sleep together?"

"Y-you...! Wanna die? Stream's over!"

"Just worried."

"Wh-what... That was all acting for viewers!"

"Good then. Still, just in case..."

Leaned in, lips to her ear. She jolted at the sudden invade.

I caught it, then—

"Won't lock the door... if too scared to sleep alone, come up."

Whispered, bolted.

"Oppa specially allows it tonight."

That night, light leaked from Sena's room till dawn peeked.