48. Keys to Quest Success [Quest Achievement Rate: 50%]

Still at 50%. But with this much, today's stream should easily push it to 100%. I leaned back leisurely in my chair, eyes fixed on the monitor. Beyond the screen, the VVIP pervs were losing their minds over the faint panty line peeking out as Sol propped one leg up on the chair, drooling and showering us with donations.

But five minutes passed, then ten, and the hovering achievement rate didn't budge a single percent from 50%.

What the hell. It's not going up.

I rubbed my chin, lost in thought. The system's benchmark for a "successful debut" wasn't just donation totals or the viewers' horny chat spam.

So what was it? Our little one's exposure level? Or the core of my broadcast concept—the gap between virtual ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and reality?

Nah, probably not. But if it's what the system wants, the director's intent should matter, right? If it won't tell me the answer, I'll have to probe it out myself.

Beyond the glass, Sol was still glued to her monitor in her headset, hammering away at the mouse and keyboard like her life depended on it.

"Ah, fuck! What the hell are you doing?! Hey, kids, watch our bot! This guy's total trash, what do we do? I'm so fucking pissed. Is top running some prayer meta or what?"

The 29-year-old gamer girl's blame game blared through the Yangji broadcast mic. She wasn't usually like this, but that game turned her into a total blame machine.

Anyway, sketchbook communication was out. I couldn't read her lip movements perfectly. I fired off a message in the chat window linked to Sol's and my computers.

Sol was mid-rant at her dying bot when she spotted my message in the corner of her screen and furrowed her brow hard.

Sol let out a deep sigh and dragged her left leg up with a grunt.

Oh yeah. That pose. The M-leg squat. Our VVIPs are gonna eat this up.

From Sol's perspective, it was just a comfy gaming pose in the plush rental studio chair... The issue was her outfit: a massive men's hoodie with the hem wide open at the bottom.

Now fully committed, she spread her knees wide in a squat. The hoodie hem dipped between her thighs, filling the monitor with her inner thighs. The black fabric draped just right, not blatantly showing her panties. But every mouse twitch, every keyboard pound rocked her body, teasing that panty glimpse in the shadowy gap.

It jumped 10%. It's rising, but just 10% for this insane donation frenzy? 100 million won for 10%? Donations aren't the issue.

More exposure then? Hmm... Or change outfits?

This damn quest lacks any proper explanation to begin with.

I'll try everything I can, within the lines I've drawn.

A successful debut per the system—donations are baseline, sure. That's why it shot to 50% when the stream exploded.

So why 60% now? The near-panty no-pants look helped, but that's not the core.

Whether sketchbook or messages, the target obeyed my directions, and that compliance shifted the visual tension.

The target's movements under the director's control.

So for 70%? Like I thought—outfit change flips the vibe entirely. Solid hypothesis. Time to test how the system scores the target's response to a new concept.

Sol's face twisted in disgust. No choice... Gotta confirm, Sol. And I prepped these outfits hard for today's stream.

Grumbling but clearly wanting our first collab to succeed.

"Ah, we lost! Hey kids, gotta hit the bathroom real quick. Bladder 'bout to burst."

Sol muted the mic, switched to standby screen, flung off her headset, and strolled out. She glanced at the rack I pointed to and her eyes went wide.

"Ah, for real! Hyung!! What's this outfit?!"

Sol gawked at the black gothic lolita look on the rack, incredulous.

"All weird clothes. What're you even trying to shoot?"

I looked at her pouty face.

"What I'm trying to shoot? I told you."

My voice turned dead serious, no jokes.

"You push a 2D girl avatar on stream, but I wanna shoot the real Lee Sol behind the curtain."

Sol's eyes flickered. I held her gaze.

"Everyone thinks you're just a sweats-wearing, foul-mouthed tomboy gamer, but I wanna show you how lovable a girl you can be when dolled up."

This wasn't gaslighting or some flimsy excuse to drag her into shady streams. It was genuinely one of the shoot's goals. Help her stream comfy as always. Fill the quest for fat cash. And as an artist, capture the hidden charms of subject Lee Sol. A perfect three-birds-one-stone setup—that's why I brought her here. I racked my brain for this...

But at "lovable girl," Sol's lips parted. Flustered, embarrassed. Hearing that from her buddy oppa who always treated her like a kid brother—first time for real compliments. Her bare face flushed to her ears in real time.

"Ah, whatever! Oppa you're crazy!"

Huh. Calling me oppa? Cute.

Sol averted her eyes, snatched the gothic lolita hanger, and stomped into the changing room.

I chuckled softly at the slamming door.

Grunts and rustles echoed from inside—struggling with the corset laces.

Soon, the door creaked open cautiously.

"F... Is this how you wear it?"

Sol fidgeted with the hem, shuffling out shyly.

Black mini dress loaded with frills, cinched corset waist, delicate cross choker. Tailored perfectly to her 148cm frame, usually buried in baggy hoodies. Even her grumpy face fit ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the cute concept.

Adorable. Really fucking cute, kiddo.

I smirked and nodded approvingly; Sol flushed harder, clutched her skirt, and scurried back to the soundproof booth.

Back in the gaming chair, but the tight corset top kept her from squatting comfy knees-together. She sat stiffly upright and turned on the mic.

"Ahem! Back, kids."

Her voice hit the booth speakers, and my VVIP app chat exploded scrolling.

Our VVIP bros were thrilled, dumping cash again. Thanks, bosses.

And the blinking red text at the bottom of my screen smoothly updated.

Holy shit. Nailed it. Outfit change confirmed. Shifts in vibe or the subject giving a totally unfamiliar look—the visual pivot itself is a key factor in the system's "successful debut."

I stared at Sol on the monitor, her chest rising shallowly from the corset as she gripped the mouse.

70% crushed perfectly per my plan. Now, for the rest? To hit 100%, what more to pull from this kid?

Outfit tension shift: check. But... no real exposure yet.

Keep going like this, then swap to something skimpier. Exposure has to be a factor, no doubt.