Chapter 15 – I’m Not a Sexual Deviant But a Normal Person. I’m Not a Furry, I Tell You

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Finally, my suspension was lifted. I turned on the stream with a happy heart.

“I’m free! Let’s drink to celebrate!!!”

A drinking stream in broad daylight.

I finished my preparations to mass-produce drawings while gulping down the beer in my hand.

Why start with a drinking stream?

Well….

<Is this the bitch? The one who spread terrorist drawings in the streaming community?>

<Honestly, it’s fucked up… but it aroused me and that hurt my pride, damn….>

<Extreme sexual deviant detention center lol. The streamer has a reason to drink lololol>

<Streamer… you’re drawing furry today too, right? I believe in you… I’ve prepared a donation….>

<Furry my ass, she should draw tentacles lol. While we’re at it, let’s draw egg-laying too!>

<How is it that all forty viewers are sexual deviants lolololololololol>

Because my mind would break first if I streamed sober.

I borrowed the power of alcohol to make my mind hazy and started streaming with slurred speech.

“Hieee… So, what should we draw todayyy? If you tell me to draw weird sexual fetish stuff like last tiiiime… I’ll run away right now… Swoosh!”

No matter how I think about it, it was too disgusting.

Even though I was drinking, it was pathetic to act cute while holding boobs that could easily feed 70 babies.

As self-loathing crept up and I was about to retch, the viewers got serious and told me to just draw pictures.

<We came to watch a drawing stream, not a drinking stream.>

<Wow… your boobs are red… how do your boobs turn red first when you get drunk lololol>

<Red boobs or whatever, I want to see furry. You drew an awesome furry last time! Draw it again!>

<Stop pretending to be drunk and just draw. We’ll allow you to draw while pretending to be drunk>

<Since it’s come to this, how about crossing the line one more time? Let’s go for a week-long suspension!>

Vulgar bastards.

Why did they like furry so much?

These were the kind of bastards who would gladly fuck their pets if they could.

“I’ll draw, okay? Don’t nag too much. Honestly, without the power of alcohol, I can’t handle this stream….”

<This is the path you chose, virgin>

<The streamer probably isn’t a virgin, right?????>

<With milk jugs bigger than most people’s heads and hips built for childbirth, how could she be a virgin?>

<Weren’t we all thinking she’s not a virgin? Of course she isn’t, damn lol>

<Nope, the streamer said she’s a hikikomori. Since she doesn’t go outside, she probably doesn’t know the species called men?>

When one viewer mentioned “virgin,” all viewers took the bait and started fighting, dividing into virgin vs. non-virgin factions. I grabbed my aching neck and spoke in a gentle voice.

“I told you before, don’t rub your dicks against each other. Why are you guys with nothing but a dagger so desperate to rub them?”

After I finished speaking, the chat became silent as death.

Did I speak too harshly?

But I doubt they’d leave even if I was this harsh.

Just as I expected….

<What the fuck, you’re talking like you’ve seen it?>

<Honestly, mine’s not a dagger but a longsword>

<mine is quite big lol>

<Viewer’s big size standard: 8cm>

<Well, rubbing daggers against each other would really look gay as fuck lol>

These perverts weren’t thinking of leaving; instead, they were cheerfully responding to my words.

These cheerful bastards.

Maybe this was actually good.

I heard that other small streamers would get dragged to hell for making one wrong insult, but my stream was filled with perverts who could take all insults as rewards and just go “heuuk,” so I could curse freely.

Thinking this, I slowly opened my mouth to the microphone.

“Honestly, I want to draw normal sexual desires instead of perverted ones. You know, fox kemomimi with fluffy tails and ears.”

As I looked at the fox deity watching the stream beside me, viewers expressed their doubts at my words.

<That’s furry.>

<That’s furry?>

<Fluffy tail, fluffy ears, and attractive fur. That’s exactly furry>

You really are a furry specialist lololol>

“No, aren’t kemomimi and furry different? It’s only 10% animal and 90% human? Tails and ears are just charming points!”

<You draw those charming points in extreme detail.>

<You draw everything else roughly, but the tail fur and ears are drawn with insane detail.>

<Let’s be honest. You like furry too, right?>

“Stop talking nonsense. I’m someone who thinks the most arousing ratio is 92% human and 8% animal. 50:50 human to animal is a mental illness, you crazy bastards.”

I was annoyed by viewers treating me as equal to my furry friend, so I specified the perfect ratio, but the viewers criticized me like angry monkeys, saying I was wrong.

[1,000 won donation from Deceiver!]
[Hooo… this bitch? Your mouth says no, but your body seems honest?]

“What nonsense are you talking, fuck, how do you know my body?”

[3,000 won donation from Let’sAdmitIt!]
[How about 92% animal and 8% human? Wow!]

“You really need to go to the hospital first. Can you function in daily life?”

<2,000 won donation from SlurpSlurpSlurpGulpGulpSlurrp!>
[I thought the streamer… was the same as us… was I wrong?]

“You’re wrong, bastard, I’m different from you sexual deviants. This is clearly a normal desire.”

As I was being bombarded with donations and chat messages, I noticed a newbie had come to my stream.

A newbie! A newbie who (hopefully) would change this dirty stagnant water into clean water!!!

Please show your power…!

I looked at the newly arrived viewer with hopeful eyes, but unfortunately, the new viewer wasn’t normal either.

<Sorry, but do you also draw breast milk content here?>

Fucking bastard.

—

A village filled with traditional Korean hanok houses.

Inside the most sophisticated house in the village, a bald man and a woman in hanbok began chatting while drinking tea.

“…So, you want to protect your friend who became a yokai?”

“Yes. Since she unexpectedly became a yokai, I should protect her.”

“What if you get eaten? Besides, you know well what happens when the strongest exorcist leaves the frontline at a time when even one exorcist is scarce?”

The woman glared fiercely while putting down her teacup, but the man ignored her gaze and savored the flavor of the tea.

“It’s been established since the first contract, right? I believe you said you would guarantee my freedom at that time. If this is the case, doesn’t it become a fraudulent contract?”

“I’m asking you a favor, you baldy! Isn’t your friend a hikikomori? She’ll manage well enough! Now that she’s become a yokai, she’ll live fine without you! She’ll go outside, get some sunshine!”

The bald man shook his head and denied the woman’s words.

“She can’t go out even if she wants to. She became a gumiho but can’t use transformation techniques because she lacks life energy and mystic power.”

“…Gumiho? Those pretentious dog bastards? If she lacks life energy and mystic power, that’s great. Just kill her.”

“There’s no reason to kill her. Besides, she’s my friend. My only friend.”

The bald man drew up his energy to pressure the woman, but she easily brushed off his energy and opened her mouth with a serious face.

“What will you do if she goes berserk? Don’t you remember how recently a few yokai who were friendly with humans went berserk and completely turned against us?”

“I’ll just control her so she doesn’t go berserk. She isn’t the type to lose her mind and go berserk anyway.”

Unless it was going berserk to pounce on someone due to sexual desire.

The man confidently said he could control the yokai, and to this, the woman sighed deeply and shook her head.

“Don’t make assumptions on your own. When a high-level yokai like a gumiho starts rampaging, an entire city can be destroyed in an instant. No matter how strong you are, you can’t protect everyone during a yokai’s rampage!”

“It doesn’t matter. I only need to save my friend and my family.”

The woman looked dumbfounded at the man’s outrageous statement and condemned him with a cold voice.

“Selfish bastard.”

“Sorry for being selfish, but haven’t you received a lot of help from this selfish bastard until now? I think I’ve done my duty by preventing two out of three approaching destructions.”

“…You really make it impossible to refute, you annoying baldy.”

“This baldness happened while preventing the second destruction, right? And I heard you’re developing a hair growth formula. When will it be completed?”

“It’s not an easy task. Give me a little more time.”

“I’ll give you one more year. Make sure to develop it by then.”

The man casually threw out these words and checked his vibrating phone.

<Help… me>

“Fuck?”

“What’s wrong, did something happen?”

The woman tilted her head questioningly at the man’s curse, but he sighed deeply and stood up.

“…It seems an urgent matter has come up. Let’s end our conversation here.”

“Is it that friend again?”

“No comment.”

The man threw a talisman into the air and disappeared somewhere, leaving the woman alone in the room.

“…I should continue watching the stream.”

She quietly began watching someone drawing vulgar pictures.

<Stop just drawing furry and draw some tentacle stuff too!>