[Vol. 2] Chapter 41: A Stream Too Provocative
The system window was still floating in front of me.
[New Mission: A New Beginning II]
[Perform a stream of at least 60 minutes wearing the lingerie you recently purchased.]
[During the stream, interact actively with your followers in a provocative manner.]
[Reward: ¥80,000.]
[Penalty for non-compliance: ¥150,000.]
"…"
I was hoping it would just be some photos…
"'Interact… provocatively?' Are you kidding me?!"
You can't expect me to know how to do that…
"And on top of that, for 60 minutes."
I muttered, then went quiet.
"…"
I let out a sigh of resignation and got to work.
"First I need to unpack."
I looked around, and after a quick analysis I decided to only take out the essentials and my streaming setup.
After a couple of minutes I found my laptop.
"Finally!"
I set it on the table that came with the apartment.
Then the microphone.
The headphones.
The ring light.
The chair.
Everything slowly found its place.
I took a few steps back.
Looked at my new setup.
"…"
Not bad.
Although…
I looked at the table.
The chair.
The ring light.
The laptop again.
"…"
I crossed my arms.
"Maybe I should invest a little more in this."
After finishing the preparations, the moment I'd been trying to ignore since I got back from the mall finally arrived.
The lingerie.
I went to the bags.
Took them out one by one.
Three sets.
I laid them out on the table.
"…"
I looked at them.
The first one.
Too daring.
The second.
Worse.
The third…
"This one."
I pointed to it immediately.
"This one seems the least embarrassing."
I picked it up.
Looked at it again.
The black lace was thin. Too thin. Under the room's light you could already make out what was underneath.
"Well…"
I held it up a little closer.
"Maybe not that much."
In the end it's the most decent of the three.
"…"
I took it to the bathroom.
A few minutes later…
I looked at myself in the mirror.
"…"
My face went red.
"Why did I buy this?"
Silence.
"Aahh…"
I can't blame the system entirely this time…
I looked at my reflection again.
The lace bra barely covered anything. The transparency clearly showed the curve of my breasts and the pink of my nipples. The panties… let's just say they were more of an ornament than an actual garment. If I moved even a little, everything showed.
"Besides…"
I was quiet for a few seconds.
"It doesn't look that bad."
That was exactly what worried me.
A little while later.
I was in front of the camera.
The ring light was on.
The laptop showed the streaming screen.
I took a deep breath.
"Let's go."
I pressed the button.
LIVE.
After a few minutes the screen filled with messages.
I smiled automatically.
"Hi everyone!"
I raised a hand.
"It's been a while!"
The comments started multiplying.
[AAAAAA!!!]
[SHE'S ALIVE]
[i missed my goddess]
"Sorry, sorry."
I laughed softly.
"I've had a pretty hectic few days."
That was true. Too true.
I couldn't tell them the reality of everything going on in my life, but I managed to come up with a vague explanation and share a few things about school.
"Anyway, I'm here now."
I smiled.
"So I hope you'll forgive me."
The messages kept appearing.
[FORGIVEN]
[WE FORGIVE YOU EVERYTHING]
[I'd forgive you even if you cheated on me]
[SHE LOOKS WAY TOO CUTE TODAY]
[An NTR fan slipped into the chat]
[WHAT IS SHE WEARING?]
My smile froze for half a second.
Ah. Right. The mission.
I glanced discreetly to the side.
The system window was still there.
[Interact actively with your followers in a provocative manner.]
"…"
I looked back at the camera.
"…"
I smiled.
"So then…"
I swallowed.
"What do you all think of my outfit?"
My face was burning.
I tried to hold the smile while the lace pressed against my skin with every breath.
[PERFECT!!!]
[10/10]
[YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE]
[Why did you leave?]
[ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US TODAY?]
[The transparency should be illegal]
"It's not!"
The answer came out way too fast.
I cleared my throat.
"I mean…"
I smiled again.
"I'm really glad you like it."
A small notification appeared.
[Donation: ¥5,000]
"Oh!"
I was surprised.
"Thank you so much!"
I tilted my head slightly toward the camera.
Another notification.
[Donation: ¥5,000]
"Seriously, thank you for your support!"
Another.
[Donation: ¥3,000]
The chat was being pretty generous with donations and I kept smiling as best I could while responding to things people were saying.
[MAKE A HEART]
[Where are you?]
[YOU LOOK GORGEOUS]
For the next 30 minutes I did my best to make the stream entertaining, and by my own assessment I was talking and acting in a fairly seductive way — but the floating mission window was still there, its requirement still unmarked as complete.
Why on earth won't it complete?!
Then a secondary window appeared discreetly to the side.
[The provocative interaction is insufficient.]
"…"
My smile disappeared.
Insufficient?
The window didn't respond.
What do you want me to do?!
[Interact.]
I am interacting!
[Provocatively.]
"…"
I clenched my teeth.
"I hate you…"
Right at that moment a larger donation lit up the screen.
[Donation: ¥12,000 — VIP_Kuro]
"Turn around and arch your back a little… I want to see how that lingerie looks from behind."
I went completely still.
"…Huh?"
I smiled nervously.
"That's… a bit much, isn't it?"
The chat was quick to join in.
[Donation: ¥8,000]
"Please do it."
[Donation: ¥10,000]
"Just a little…"
[Donation: ¥15,000]
"If you do it I'll give you another ten."
I watched the numbers climb.
Then I looked at the system window, still unmarked as complete.
…These degenerate bastards.
I thought about my debt to the yakuza. About the four million I still owed, and how these people threw money around just to look at me with hungry eyes.
I sighed internally.
"…Fine."
I smiled with a mix of resignation and determination.
"If I'm going to be embarrassed… I might as well squeeze every last yen out of them."
The chat exploded.
I turned slowly with my back to the camera. The lace pulled tight across my hips. I arched my back just a little — enough for the curve of my waist and the shape of my rear under the near-nonexistent fabric to be visible.
[AAAAAAAA]
[YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING]
[I'M DYING]
I felt the heat rise up my neck.
Being there, knowing they were watching me that closely felt different from being at the club.
At Black Lotus plenty of perverts in the audience stare at me too, but they don't talk to me directly telling me what they want to see…
Another donation.
[Donation: ¥20,000 — VIP_Shadow]
"Now face forward again… and lower the bra a little. Just a little."
My heart lurched.
"That…"
I swallowed.
With slightly unsteady fingers I pulled the cups down a little. The lace slid and exposed more of the top of my chest. I didn't go all the way, but it came dangerously close.
The chat descended into chaos.
And I…
Felt something warm between my legs.
I'm used to being watched… so then…
My cheeks were on fire. Every time I moved, the lace brushed against my nipples in a way that was far too noticeable. The fabric of the panties was starting to feel uncomfortably damp.
I kept accepting a few more poses. Each one a little more daring.
Until the big donation came.
[Donation: ¥50,000 — ShadowKing]
"Do the Moe Moe Kyun. please."
I stared at the message.
"…Seriously?"
The chat screamed yes.
I closed my eyes for a second.
I can't take these people anymore…
Then I made a heart shape with my hands in front of my chest, tilted my head, and with my face completely red I said:
"Moe… moe… kyun☆"
The chat exploded in a way that almost scared me.
I checked the timer.
Less than three minutes left until sixty.
I took advantage of it.
"W-well… I think that's enough for today…"
I smiled awkwardly, still flushed and with my body far too aware of every brush of the fabric.
"Thanks for… keeping me company. See you soon."
I closed the stream, nearly slamming the laptop shut.
I sat in silence, breathing unsteadily.
DIING.
[Mission complete.]
[Reward: ¥150,000]
[Creator Level: 2 → 3]
[Skills improved:]
Digital Camouflage Lv2 → Lv3
Porcelain Skin Lv3 → Lv4
Silky Hair Lv3 → Lv4
Posture Correction Lv2 → Lv3
Camera Instinct Lv2 → Lv4
Allure Lv1 → Lv2
I dropped back onto the sofa, face still burning.
"…They all went up a lot."
I thought about the ¥150,000, plus everything I'd made from donations.
At least it was worth it… I'll be able to keep decorating and setting up the apartment…
But…
The stream was over.
And I still felt far too warm.
The lace was uncomfortably damp against me.
My left hand rose without me noticing and touched one of my breasts lightly over the fabric.
"…Just a little."
I swallowed.
"Maybe… just a little."
My right hand moved down.
My fingers slid slowly beneath the lace…
And I didn't stop.
…
…
…
A little while later, the apartment was finally starting to look like an apartment.
The boxes were open.
The clothes were put away.
The books had their place.
I'd even managed to clear part of the living room.
I sat down at the computer.
"Alright."
I checked a few files.
Then a notification appeared.
[New email.]
"Huh?"
I opened the inbox.
The sender was Sasaki.
"Sasaki-san?"
I opened the message.
There were several attachments.
The Last Winter Scene
Below it was a dossier with information about the film.
I read through it quickly.
A youth drama.
A boy passionate about analog photography discovers he has little time left before moving away from Tokyo, and asks a girl in his class to be the model for a final winter project…
I kept scrolling — there was more information about the production.
The cast.
The premise.
Some test scenes.
And finally… the characters.
Shiori Hasumi — Aika Shimizu
I stared at my name.
"…"
It was strange. I still couldn't quite believe I was going to star in a film.
There was also a message from Sasaki.
Shimizu-san:
Tomorrow we'll meet to formalize the contract and hand out the complete scripts.
We'll also do a first table read.
Please review pages 12 to 15 in particular before you come.
I looked at the indicated pages.
"…"
I sighed.
"Tomorrow is going to be a complicated day."
I closed the email and got up to deal with a couple of boxes that were still left.
The next day.
"Is this it?"
I checked the map on my phone.
"According to the address…"
I moved a little closer.
"Yes."
Mei looked at the building in front of us.
Then looked back at the email.
"I'm not sure… Sasaki-san said this was a studio."
I looked at the place.
It was small… quite small.
It didn't exactly look like the kind of place where you'd expect to find a film production.
"I was expecting something different too."
Yuuna shrugged.
"That was to be expected. If they had the budget for a better studio they wouldn't be hiring us."
Mei laughed.
"That's true, so we must be in the right place."
We went in.
After asking a couple of times and walking down a hallway that felt longer than necessary, we finally found the right room.
I opened the door.
And we stopped.
There were several people inside.
A man was looking over some documents.
A woman was working at a computer.
Another person was organizing folders on a table.
And at the back…
Sasaki.
When he saw us he raised a hand.
"Ah."
He smiled.
"You made it."
The three of us walked over.
"Good morning."
Sasaki looked at Mei first.
Then at Yuuna.
And finally at me.
"Hirano-san. Kanzaki-san. Shimizu-san."
He stepped aside.
"Welcome."
I looked at the table.
There were several stacks of paper which I assumed were copies of the script.
I swallowed.
This was already more than a simple school project.
It was a film.
My first film.
"Well…"
Sasaki smiled.
"Let's begin."