The Struggles Of Miss Magical Girl O

A not-so-ordinary night on the internet.

At nine o'clock sharp, the community of netizens, already stirred by a horde of shocking news, was thrust into another storm when a seemingly inconspicuous livestream was recommended in people's feeds. The session spanned across major streaming platforms, prying into the tops of ordinary social media apps. It hinted at a semi-professional setup at most, though the livestream itself appeared quite casual, as both the thumbnail and screen were pitch black, and the title simply displayed:

[Hello everyone.]

Its emergence was nothing short of mysterious until netizens took a closer look at the account in question. A simple profile picture featuring a pinkish, chibi-like cat, with the username reading [Magical Osbeckia].

This was none other than the magical girl who remained the center of attention following a round of widespread news about her unique orientation. Immediately, interest was piqued. Fueling the livestream's rising momentum, several other accounts, namely those of Lily, Marigold, and Orchid, all began sharing the stream on their pages, adding dozens of thousands of viewers on top of the initial several thousands.

A few minutes after the stream began, the combined viewership across channels had nearly reached six-digit and was climbing. Behind the pitch-black cover, Kisaragi Moeka sat alone before her laptop, holding her tensed nerves as she watched the numbers shoot up. Two minutes before the waiting time was over, and she would have to somehow interact with all of these people.

[Hey, relax.]

''Well, I'm trying...''

[Imagine you're talking to a bunch of chatbots. It'll be easier that way. Besides, people online aren't that far away from bots anyway.]

''What a way to put it.''

The voice from the other side belonged to Aikawa Yurika, aka Magical Lily.

As someone with some experience in handling content creation, Yurika took some time to walk Moeka through the process of setting up and running a livestream. Of course, since Moeka did not have the required software and hardware to support multi-platform streaming, she forwarded the keys to Yurika instead.

The junior would manage the streams remotely, while Moeka only needed to input her voice through her laptop. And while that seemed effortless enough, Moeka could not help but be anxious, sitting in front of the equivalent of a small city's population.

''Why am I doing this...'' The Omega sighed, regretting falling for the little devil's sweet words. Gaining reach, establishing an image, making new fans and whatnot...

Just then, a chuckle sounded from the other side, [You'd have to learn how to do this eventually, Miss Kisaragi. Did you feel how bright the spotlight was at the conference?]

''...I suppose.''

[Right. Gotta be prepared.]

''...''

[Oh, the concurrent viewership hit two hundred thousand. You're quite impressive for a first-timer, Miss Kisaragi.]

''That's... because you guys shared the stream. And people are curious about my status.''

[Exactly. These relationships, these connections, these circumstances—they're all yours, aren't they? So don't feel like you don't deserve this opportunity. Just think about how to turn it into something bigger.]

In reality, magical girls doing casual no-face streams or content creation in general were not unheard of. However, none could dream of a more explosive start than Magical Osbeckia. With the nation's eyes on her, Moeka was somewhat motivated to grasp this god-given chance for herself, both to get closer to her goals and not to betray her colleagues' help.

''...Alright. Let's do this.''

[Ok. I'll be on standby now. Text me if you need help, and follow my instructions.]

''Mhm.''

Exactly five minutes after people began flooding into the stream, when the chat was heating up, Moeka, with a palpating heart, unmuted her microphone and spoke, ''...Hello everyone. Welcome to the stream.''

The chat, which was already scrolling at a dizzying speed, exploded. Moeka's voice as she began picking random names to greet was much softer than during the press conference, halfway mellowed by her lack of energy, halfway drawn-out and sweet, almost sultry. It was just her usual voice, yet the contrast from her previous firm tone left netizens in shock.

[? Who is this?]

[???]

[Bis sister?]

[yep, that's an omega for you]

[Mommy?]

[mommy?]

Spams and incoherent texts aside, the chat quickly united under one emotion—confusion. This was too much of a gap from Moeka's public facade, it seemed.

Seeing a need for clarification, Moeka gingerly re-introduced herself, ''I'm Magical Osbeckia... or the person behind her. My voice might sound a little different because I'm in my room right now. I'm not your big sister or your mommy, just to be clear.''

[hey, don't break the immersion]

[purists are in shambles now ww]

[mommy]

[pls do ASMR i see the potential]

''Is there actually a person who thinks magical girls' personas are their real selves?'' Moeka softly chuckled, enticing another wave of down-bad comments, ''How does that work?''

[what an innocent soul lmao]

[you don't know hell, miss O ww]

[hey, that's actually a good thing tho]

[what about ASMR?]

[ASMR!]

''Alright then. I'll heed your advice.'' The Omega obediently nodded to the sensible chatters, ''And about ASMR... I'll consider it. If it's viable as a career for me, I'll have another option after retirement, I guess.''

[???]

[real??]

[actually relatable magical girl lol]

[i'll preorder your entire catalogue]

[don't retire, i'm already your hardcore fan]

[so this is the rare-breed outskirts magical girl... she's nothing like those pretentious Helios ones]

As Moeka lightly bantered with chat, she made sure to uphold two principles Yurika had told her—ignore the hate comments and act natural. The former was obvious, and the latter had to do with longevity. To be loved online, being 'real' was integral, especially if one desired to have an extensive career.

And, just as Yurika had said, Moeka did seem to have some talents in entertaining a crowd, as the Omega herself realized she was slowly easing into a flow.

After a few minutes of chatting, Moeka cleared her throat, ''Anyway... today's livestream is casual. I'm sure you guys still have questions of your own after seeing the press conference. Ask away, and I'll answer within my ability. If you're not here for that... well, we can just hang out normally.''

At this point, the concurrent viewership had not dropped at all. In fact, it had almost doubled from the start of the stream. So, inevitably, the number of questions rolling in was overwhelming even with slow-mode activated. Thankfully, a magical girl's acute senses allowed Moeka to barely filter them.

And, predictably, netizens, primarily young people, were more interested in Magical Osbeckia's potential love entanglements, which were pushed to the side during the conference, than her combat performance.

[how's living among the alphas, miss O?]

''Mhm... it's fine, I suppose. My colleagues are all professionals, after all.'' Moeka said shyly, ''Although it would be a lie to say there haven't been any... incidents.''

[???]

[is this taunting?]

[stop it, the purists are already dead!]

[she's declaring war on every hardcore magical girl fan lmao]

[now this is a proper omegaverse plot irl]

[don't let this woman get her hands on your favorite magical girl...]

Holding back a terrible guilty conscience, knowing she had slept with nearly half of the top ten magical girls, Moeka laughed nervously, ''Ahahah... it's not like that...''

And then, a pivotal question arrived, much to Moeka's anticipation,

[so, is it true that Gold has a crush on you?]