Are You a Virgin?

Internet streaming is a red ocean.

From female streamers beautiful enough to debut as idols who stream anyway, to people who've hit the absolute peak of gaming, to those with comedian-level humor or a gift for cooking up content — the talent pool is overflowing. Against that kind of competition, inventing a reason for people to watch you is genuinely hard.

My gaming talent is decent, but only by ordinary-person standards. Among my friends I'm treated like the class clown, and that's about as far as it goes. I'm not great at crafting content either, and I'm a guy.

Yeah. A guy. That alone makes climbing the streaming ladder nearly impossible. There's a fundamental, born-different gap between me and those people who rake in cash just for being women.

But there's one single thing I do better than anyone else.

"If you're sick of watching this bastard bring out fucking League again because he's out of content, drop a like? Get the hell out, you piece of shit."

"Oh, 'facts,' is it? Last time I brought a different game you spammed the chat saying you'd hold your breath until I played League. You're out too."

Fighting with my viewers.

That is the one thing I do better than anyone else in streaming.

I'd been different ever since I started training my flame wars not to protect my parents in the Rift, but to murder everyone else's. Of course, "fighting with viewers" doesn't mean UFC — it's more like WWE, where the finish is a one-minute ban.

"Ah, these fucking bastards never shut up! Just watch me play the damn game and throw money, you money-bin pieces of shit!!!"

Most of the viewers hanging around here were the kind who'd gotten banned for trolling other streams and then come hunting for something more stimulating. Keep feeding that appetite long enough and the edgy image you build eventually becomes the reason people watch you.

And so today's stream ended.

I was heading toward the twenty-four-hour soup joint near my place when—

Screeeech— BAM!

A truck hit me.

And when I came to, I was in another world.

As a woman.

What the fuck is this.

Getting hit by a truck and waking up in another world — fine, I could somehow accept that. Getting trucked into an isekai is the national rule at this point.

But I fucking became a woman?

And not just any woman — a full-blown beautiful girl?

Alright, let's say even that is somehow possible. No, actually, it is not possible. Getting killed by a truck is already tragic enough, and then I open my eyes as a girl? What kind of insane situation is this.

But something even more dizzying was unfolding right in front of me.

"What the hell is this goddamn chat window?"

The nicknames alone were already suspicious. I hadn't even started a stream, and yet a chat box was floating right in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠front of my eyes.

"'Where do you live and how old' — get the fuck out."

The ban function worked, so I hit them with one. Not a permanent ban — a one-minute temporary mute. Old streaming habits had kicked in before I even realized it.

What?

The reaction was weird.

Strange.

This level of performance is something other streamers pull off all the time. If you don't ban the ones who troll this openly, they just keep going. But getting this excited over a curse-and-ban combo?

"Who the hell are you talking down to, you bitch. You're out too."

One-minute ban.

I checked the viewer count.

Ten viewers. Getting that many on a first stream was a good sign… except was this even a stream?

And why the hell are all these bastards' nicknames like this.

Beside the floating chat window, another screen appeared.

What. Constellations?

I spun my brain into overdrive and pieced the situation together.

So those viewers are Constellations, and they can make me stronger? Why do I need to get stronger? This is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠another world, sure, but there's a computer and everything looks modern?

I was in a semi-basement studio. Different from where I'd lived before, but clearly the place this body had been living — a few changes of clothes, a phone, a wallet with an ID and some cash were all in the apartment.

In this world, my name was Park Sohee. The stream name was set to Park Sohee too.

"None of your business? Get out, you piece of shit."

Another one-minute ban for this bastard.

"You're out too."

Sexual harassment poured in without a second to breathe. Only ten viewers, and every single one of these bastards was a pure troll.

"Ha. Look, chat. You might not believe this, but I originally lived in another world, got hit by a truck, and ended up here, okay?"

Of course these bastards didn't believe me either. If the so-called Constellations didn't know about it, that probably meant there was no way back.

"Anyway — earlier, the thing about a weapon. What was that about?"

These fucking troll bastards.

After asking them to explain about four times, they finally did.

"Heavenly Punishment?"

I searched it on the phone, and it turned out Heavenly Punishment was real. I'd thought being reborn as a girl meant I could coast through life on easy mode — instead I'd been dropped into hard mode.

"Ah… so where do I get a weapon, then? Where's the shop?"

Thankfully there were outdoor clothes. Only a few sets, though.

Don't girls usually have a ton of clothes?

There should have been dozens at least. And come to think of it — what happened to the original owner of this body?

Fuck it, I don't know. I'm about to die myself.

I was too scrambled for that kind of worry right now.

"Are weapons expensive? I don't have much money, so I probably can't buy one right away……"

"Ah."

On the stream management screen sat a button labeled Coin Shop.

I pressed it, and a shop window appeared.

That's a hell of a catalog.

Weapons from swords to bows, axes, and hammers, plus armor, skill books, potions, growth scrolls — the works.

"Stream effects? What's this now."

"What is this, a game?"

I checked the last category — Miscellaneous — as well.

Oh? A random box?

Wasn't that the absolute core of a streamer's life?

"Chat, from the random box, what do you—"

Before I could even finish asking what came out of it, the chat exploded.

A wall of violent rejection filled the chat.

That bad?

So it was a random box with no pity system.

Oh, a Coin donation.

Well, what stream doesn't have donations.

My money bin — no, my viewer Feel-Good Potion had donated ten Coins, so I should spend them, right?

But first—

"WOOO!!! Feel-Good Potion just donated ten Coins~!!!"

You have to react.

"If you're that old, go ride a handcart."

One-minute ban for the last bastard.

They thought just smiling counted as a reaction?

These guys… did they genuinely not know what a real reaction looked like?

"First donation of the stream, so here's a proper thank-you reaction!"

As the chat flooded with question marks, I walked over to the wall.

Then I kicked up into a handstand against it.

This body was weaker than my old one, so the handstand was rough, but I still stuck it. My clothes slid down enough to show my navel — not that I cared.

"Feel-Good Potion! Thank you for the ten-Coin donation!"

I planted both arms in front of my forehead and locked my balance.

"Offering the Grand Prostration of Gratitude! Thank you, hyungnim!"

I finished my first reaction — the grand prostration — and looked at the chat.

The chat was frozen exactly as it had been right before the prostration.

Fuck, what?

Still ten viewers — so why had the chat gone dead?

A brief silence hung in the air.

A flood of insane donation messages poured in.

Total donations received: one hundred thirty Coins.

"Thank you for the donations! I'll finish the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rest of the reactions later."

"Why are you talking among yourselves? Both of you, out."

Clout-chasing gets you banned.

"You two, out."

Fighting among yourselves in the chat, for fuck's sake.

"Still deciding, but… I'm buying this first."

I bought one Low-Grade Random Box.

I hit Purchase, then Confirm, and a box dropped in front of me.

A box plastered with question marks.

Chat that looked ready to spam me into the abyss at any second. Public opinion was turning ugly.

"I only bought one, just one. You never know, right?"

I calmed the crowd for the moment and put my hand on the box.

A soft light glowed from it.

"Alright then — here we go?"

I opened the lid, and light burst out.