Ark Hoard and the Broadcast Crash
With such a kind, adorable face, her tastes ran to humiliation play, rape fantasies, and molester stuff. This wasn't just gap moe—this was gap what the hell territory.
On the other hand, it made a twisted kind of sense. In the setting I'd written, Gayeong had lost her husband about twenty years ago. Thanks to the detail I'd personally hammered in—"When her lust builds up, she watches porn and takes care of it herself"—she'd been relying on videos and her fingers all that time. No wonder vanilla pure-love stuff wouldn't cut it for her anymore.
Hell, maybe I should praise her for not dipping into even weirder deviant territory yet.
Anyway...
I wondered what porn made for women looked like in this world. Curiosity got the better of me, so I picked the most eye-catching one and hit play. Instant regret.
Ew, shit.
It burned an afterimage into my eyes like screen burn-in. I squeezed them shut, then opened them and disconnected from the ark.
Now to see how this changes things.
My ultimate goal was to turn every video in that ark into stepson smut. Once that happened, a little teasing should be enough to hook up with Gayeong, right?
Thinking that, I slid the ark back under the mattress where it belonged. I set it down and went to pull my hand out...
Thud—
Huh?
What was this? There wasn't just one ark. By the feel of my fingertips, there were at least three. Factoring in other hiding spots, probably more.
Sigh...
Looks like our Gayeong unnie was starving. Stockpiling arks like a squirrel hoarding acorns.
I prayed I'd repay her kindness soon, then meticulously tidied the room so she wouldn't notice I'd been there. Quietly, I headed up to the third floor.
I'd planned to kill time checking the shop window, but it wrapped up faster than expected. I'd figured the goddess's gift would stock every imaginable item like in the novels, but the selection was slimmer than I'd hoped.
There was a "More" button, but it wanted extra cash to unlock, so I bailed.
It wasn't like I lacked funds. Before checking the shop, I'd peeked at Lee Yuhan's assets via the banking app on his phone. For a broke college kid, there was a decent chunk in the account.
Wondering where it came from, I checked the transactions. Deposits from Gayeong.
This guy's a total freeloading leech.
Not content with crashing here, he was sucking up pocket money too? Nah, probably not. My memory of the stingy settings was fuzzy, but I recalled an insurance payout in Yuhan's name. From his deceased parents, naturally.
Sure enough, digging deeper revealed a fat account. Auto-transfers from it hit monthly.
Money I could spend freely. But I didn't touch it—not out of conscience. Some gut instinct said Gayeong would know the second I did, crawling up my spine like a shiver.
It made sense. Why hand a huge sum to a guy barely two years out of high school? Recipe for ruining the kid.
Even if she wouldn't meddle, she'd have safeguards like text alerts. I couldn't risk it. She wouldn't rage like I'd stolen her cash, but she'd ask where it went—and I couldn't bullshit convincingly.
Anyway, in a week, the goddess would convert my real-world assets to cash. No need to gamble.
Still, gotta line up some income...
My thief skills screamed "web novels," but I nixed it. Why bang my head at a desk when I finally had a face worth bragging about?
One answer: internet broadcasting. Yeah, that.
Not just banking on looks. Yuhan's situation sealed it. Korea's top Vtubers right next door? Time to exploit.
Best case: Guest on Sena's stream, go viral, leverage fame into Vtubing or streaming debut. Fastest, surest path.
Problem is...
Sena's content was miles from thirst traps. World full of pretty girls seducing dudes with their looks, but hers? Straight gaming. Just huge scale.
Asking her outright? Fat chance. Playful Sena takes her work dead seriously—per settings.
So, make her beg me to appear. Easy enough. Streamer fans obsess over broadcasters' lives. Hot celeb-level little bro? Irresistible.
Can't pass that up.
My job: "Accidentally" photobomb during her stream. Viewers handle the rest.
For now... wait.
To fill time, I booted the room's laptop, browsed around. Checked web novel sites too—backup if Plan A flops.
Surprise: All my old world's platforms existed here. Just... twisted content.
Erotic story sites? Male cover models, women banging harems of guys.
Fuck...
Thought gender-flip meant no more BL covers. But GL replacing it? My fave female chars swapped for naked dudes...
Feels like I got cucked in this deal.
Famous game girls? All dudes now. My Katarina and Miss Fortune as guys? Can't accept this reality...
At least the blonde orphan kid turned cute goldie girl. Black-clad ninja? Form-fitting kunoichi.
But losing two mains crushed me. Distracted with dumb thoughts, waiting for Sena to go live.
Bzzz—
Weak vibration, familiar name on my phone screen. Finally.
Waited for this, but didn't jump up. Timing off. Pull aggro? Go big.
Sena's huge, but fresh stream wouldn't be packed yet. Wait more.
Anyway...
Usually 8 PM, right? Fan cafe said so. Clock read 6.
Oh.
Morning talk—collab tonight? Early start.
Collab...
Lucky break. Vtube rumor mill would spread my face to her collab partners' streams too.
Curious reactions. Couldn't resist.
Let's see...
Logged into Sena's stream. 20 minutes in, viewers topped 10k—and climbing.
Big league.
If I were her, heart pounding at that counter. She? Casually scrolling her fan cafe, chatting bullshit.
Phone Sena differed from real-life. Talked a ton too. Pretty girl rants military tales? Never gets old... or does it.
Stared at her wild claims about pampering subordinates, set phone down, headed downstairs.
15k viewers. Go time.
Stealth approach—tiptoes, or she'd spot and block entry. Her studio door unique.
Caught breath, flung it open.
"Unnie, Gayeong said put laundry out before dinner..."
Rehearsed line, natural as hell.
"Guys, hold up. Sis is he—"
Eyes locked as she turned. Perfect view.
Thought I was Jina, mouth opening to snap—slammed shut twice as fast. Pupils shook in panic.
Just the start. First Vtube intrusion? Her face cycled emotions: shock to blue pallor to ghostly white.
Way more intense than expected. Kinda threw me.
"...Uh, wh-what? You're streaming?"
Didn't hide it—sold the "I'm confused too" vibe hard. Worked; looked natural.
Sena bit lip to hide from cam, switched to pissy face. Pro move, flawless.
Shooed me like a fly.
"What? I'm streaming. Out."
"S-sorry."
Flustered act intact, backed out. Up to third floor, tuned in...
Crazy bitches going feral. Not guys—girls.