Chapter 37 – The Editor Came. An Editor Who Can Handle Abnormal Sexual Desires Sufficiently.

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After laughing like a deranged person while looking at the comments on the edited confession video, I stopped laughing and began to rewatch the video.

The reason? When I checked it on the community site, my main purpose was ego-searching, so I didn’t properly check the video.

How entertaining was the editing to get such good comment reactions?

And how maliciously was it edited to make a person like me look like a complete pervert?

Curious, I watched the video from beginning to end, and after viewing the entire video, I could only quietly nod.

The video was very interesting.

The pure madness that appeared during the confession was well-packaged as comedy, thus neutralizing the disgustingness unique to abnormal sexual desires. As a result, ordinary people could enjoy the video without aversion.

The editor also seemed to have a quite high understanding of each abnormal sexual desire, as he neatly organized and noted the arousing points of the respective abnormal sexual desires.

I admired that ability and watched the video two or three times as if entranced. The conclusion I reached was:

“No matter how I look at it, this isn’t someone who’s only seen my broadcast once or twice.”

That the person who edited the video must be a viewer who regularly watched my broadcast, and:

“I wondered why I was so energetic, it was all because of this video. Maybe I should make a RaTube account.”

To quickly gather the life energy of 1 million people like the fox deity said, I needed to start RaTube right now.

The view count of the uploaded video was 83,000.

By simple calculation, if I succeeded in entrancing half, then it was 41,500 people’s life energy. Even if I only succeeded in entrancing a quarter, that was 20,750 people’s life energy.

The life energy I could get from one broadcast was on average 1,500 people’s worth, which meant that this one video earned me life energy that would take nearly 20 broadcasts to obtain.

…Heh, this was a cheat.

Why did I think of promoting on community sites but not think of using RaTube?

Even if I edited videos with poor skills and uploaded them, at least some people would have watched them.

As I was berating myself for my stupidity and about to press the channel creation button, a brief introduction written below the video caught my eye.

[I do not monetize any video I uploads.]

[FoxKemomimiSoHot♡? If you check this video and become interested in me, please contact me. succu6974@…]

Contact me if you’re interested.

That phrase, did it mean he would edit my broadcast videos?

If my interpretation was correct, then I was really grateful for the offer itself… but does this person not care about managing his own channel?

With 100,000 subscribers, he must be busy managing his own channel, so also being my editor was a bit too much.

I was concerned, but separately, I was also greedy.

If someone who could make videos of that quality helped me, wouldn’t gathering the life energy of 1 million people be an easy task?

I also wouldn’t have to worry about being dragged to a lab, right? I wouldn’t need to be nervous when receiving food deliveries either.

It would practically solve my biggest problem, so shouldn’t I accept it without hesitation?

The deliberation wasn’t long.

I wrote a few questions to the email listed below the video, attached a photo proving it was me, and sent the email, then started commission work while waiting for a reply.

Surely an editor with that level of skill would charge a lot.

Since I didn’t know how much he’d charge per video, it would be better to earn as much money as possible until the email arrived.

Beep! Clack!

I heard the sound of the door lock opening, and my friend came into the house holding something.

What was this bastard here for? He wasn’t the type to visit without notice.

Thinking this, I stared at him intently, and he put what he had brought on the table and spoke.

“I had nothing particular to do today, so I just came to hang out. Don’t look at me with those eyes.”

“If you have nothing to do, you should go to your own home, why are you coming to my place and making a fuss?”

“There’s nothing at my house so it’s boring. Instead, I bought chicken.”

“Fried? Seasoned?”

“The safe choice, garlic soy sauce. Isn’t that enough?”

“It is enough. I’m only forgiving you because of the chicken. Really.”

In a situation where I hadn’t even eaten breakfast, eating chicken for lunch would clearly make my stomach feel heavy.

But it didn’t matter. The one with the heavy stomach would be the future me, not the current me who was enjoying the food.

I roughly set up the plates and started eating chicken with my friend, and in the middle of eating, I told him about what had just happened.

“Oh right, if things go well, I might be able to have a human form soon.”

“You said you need to get the life energy of 1 million people, wouldn’t that take a really long time?”

“It might accelerate if I start posting on RaTube. Someone who’s really good at editing asked me to contact him if I’m interested.”

“Isn’t that a scam? Why would such a person want to edit videos for a crazy bastard like you?”

“That’s what I’m saying, I don’t know why he would edit for me! I’ve sent an email anyway. If it seems really suspicious, I’ll cut contact right away.”

As I was erasing the lingering doubt by gnawing on a chicken leg, my friend looked at me with serious eyes and said:

“By the way, if the ears and tail disappear too, you’ll really no longer be sexy, right?”

“I’m planning to keep the ears and tail out when I’m at home. Having them out makes me feel sexy, and crucially, I can’t sleep without these luscious tails.”

“Saying you’ve become someone who can’t live without a tail… have you already succumbed to kemomimi corruption? I’m fine with that though.”

“That’s as far as your bullshit goes, you furry bastard.”

My friend shrugged at my contemptuous words and seemed to focus on eating chicken again, but suddenly, he picked up an uneaten chicken leg and began to look at it with an intriguing gaze.

Was he about to start some nonsense again?

Whenever he had that shitty look, he always spouted shitty words.

I sighed and grabbed my favorite chicken wing, and at that moment, he threw a question at me.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“What would it feel like to fuck a chicken humanoid? And how incredible would the pleasure be for a chicken getting fucked in its cloaca?”

“Don’t ruin my appetite and just eat quietly, you bastard. Why the hell are you having such delusions while looking at a chicken leg?”

Genuinely disgusted, I threw my finished chicken wing bone at his face, but he easily dodged it and continued speaking.

“Honestly, aren’t you curious? Using a cloaca means, to put it simply, feeling the pleasure of both pussy and anal together. Isn’t that super hot?”

Huh?

Feeling the pleasure that should be felt from two different places but in one place did seem kind of hot…. No, wait!!!

“You crazy bestiality freak! Don’t talk about dirty things while eating chicken, fuck!”

Besides, why was he talking about such things especially when eating delicious chicken? He was originally this kind of bastard, but why was he being extra shitty today?

Unable to bear it anymore, I got up from my seat, grabbed a frying pan from nearby, and brought it down toward the top of his head.

“Just eat quietly when you’re eating!”

CLANG!!!!!

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When I returned home after finishing my ‘work’, as expected, there was a mountain of emails piled up.

Most were prank emails written by someone, and the rest were from other RaTubers asking me to become their editor.

I deleted almost all emails while sorting out the ones that might have been sent by that streamer.

The identity of the other party was a god or transcendent being.

She might have sent an email with an arrogant tone fitting her existence, or she might use a human-like tone for true enjoyment.

I diligently filtered out and more thoroughly reviewed the few remaining emails, and as a result, I was able to find an email estimated to be from her.

She, who wrote several questions with a humble attitude, perhaps wanted to enjoy true entertainment.

As I was admiring her truly human-like response while skimming through her questions, I got goosebumps at the last question.

‘Everything else is fine, but why did you make me look like a pervert?’

It wasn’t a question, but a direct expression of her displeasure.

Wasn’t that intentional? She spoke so vulgarly and bounced her big breasts so much, I thought it was on purpose?

“…Did I possibly offend her? If so, this is all for nothing!”

It might not just end at the level of being all for nothing.

I might have all my life energy sucked out and become ‘what was once a succubus’.

“Being the Succubus Queen isn’t important now… This is a matter of life and death….”

Although I had the ambition to become the Succubus Queen, right now I was just an ordinary succubus.

A weak succubus that could vanish from existence with a single finger point from a god or transcendent being.

“I need to somehow appease her anger… What should I do? It must have already spread all over the internet!”

It would be useless to take down the video now.

The view count had already exceeded 100,000, and in the comments, they were mocking her and her viewers.

“…I’m fucked, really fucked.”

Was this the emotion called despair?

In my 24 years as a succubus,

I felt the emotion of despair for the first time.

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