In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant

Chapter 193: Extra Edition, Livestream, Kawasemi-san Activated

A cue card appeared next to the camera, saying “Do your best.”

Couldn’t it be more specific?

Well, I decided to do my best, took a deep breath to gather energy at the end of the countdown, and inhaled deeply.

The screen displayed the word “LIVE.”

“Hello, nice to meet you! I’m Kawasemi, a V-tuber. Please take care of me!”

“Looking forward to it~”

“It’s started!”

Words flowed on the screen, matching my lines.

On the screen, a slightly ambiguous, youthful, and androgynous character moved, tracing my actions.

It leaned toward cuteness compared to the real me, wore a jinbei, and had a fox mask on its head.

At the start, about 100 people were connected, watching. Or maybe it was just my wife and her crew?

The numbers kept increasing with a clatter.

“My gender is male, blood type A, 30 years old, but inside, I’m an old man. It’s a legal shota setup, they say. I look like this, but I’m an adult, so I can handle some naughty talk, but please keep it within limits so I don’t get banned, okay?”

“Are you that guy?”

“The cute one?”

“Okay!”

“Sexual harassment is okay?”

“When you have a question, please put a ‘Q’ in front. I’ll answer if I feel like it.”

“Q: Why are you a V-tuber?”

“They say real-life footage is too intense, so it’s a high-level political decision or something.”

“I see, but I don’t get it.”

“Just figure it out.”

“Q: Who’s your mama?”

“Teacher Koma. What do you think? Cute, right?”

I tilted my head and spun around, and the character on the screen spun too, tracing my movements.

“Slyly cute!”

“Q: You have a nice voice. Is it your real voice? Or are you using a good voice changer?”

“Voice changer? Oh, you mean a voice changer? I’m not using one here. They might tweak the master volume, but this is my real voice, yeah?”

“Your real voice?”

“Actually a guy?”

“Q: Do you think this is fun?”

“It’s a mystery. The people who made this avatar and setting say it’ll hit the mark, but I don’t really get it.”

“It’ll sell!”

“Does it hit a niche?”

“Which part, though?”

“What’s the color of your underwear today?”

“Plain black, I guess?”

“So plain, lol.”

“Q: What bra are you wearing?”

“I’m a guy, so I don’t wear a bra.”

“No bra?”

“What… did you say…?”

“It’ll show through if you don’t wear a bra!”

“*Panting*”

“Who benefits from a guy’s nipples?”

“We benefit!”

“Super beneficial!”

“We love it!”

“Then isn’t it better if I don’t wear one?”

“Very true.”

“Q: What kind of underwear?”

“Breathable boxers. Cooling is important, they say.”

“That’s very true.”

“This is…”

“That kind of setup?”

“Q: Since you’re an adult, how many wives do you have?”

“Recently, it’s about 100.”

“That’s the ideal number!”

“Any more would be trouble, huh?”

“Pretty normal.”

“100 to 1, huh…”

“A super popular guy!”

“My brain is broken.”

“It’s netorare!”

“Go to sleep before saying that.”

“Too quick to fall in love.”

“It’s still early days!”

“A 1-to-1 serious love fantasy is hell!”

“Q: Are you getting along with your wives?”

“If we didn’t get along, we wouldn’t be married, right?”

I replied with a blank look.

“This guy’s a saint.”

“Very true.”

“Give some of that to my husband…”

“No, it’s just the character and script.”

“It’s definitely all scripted.”

Some dark aura seemed to flow with the words.

Well, the text color itself was normal, but the vibe wasn’t.

The comments started flowing faster and faster.

“Q: Can we send gifts?”

“Gifts?”

I tilted my head without thinking.

“It’s basically free to be here, and monetization hasn’t started yet, so maybe later?”

“Sly!”

“Harsh!”

“I got my card ready!”

“Money’s important, so don’t waste it…”

I was just talking casually, so why did it turn to money?

“Q: Can we meet in real life?”

“Hmm, what should I do about that?”

I tilted my head. Being seen as a fun character is fine, but wouldn’t it cause trouble for Misago and the others?

“So, please make the call, Producer?”

“Hey there~♪”

Ruri appeared with a cheerful tone.

“It’s Ruri!”

“Ruri-Ruri!”

“Her backing is too strong!”

“A big shot showed up!”

“It’s still too intense, so just a hint.”

A life-sized panel appeared, the kind sometimes placed by the reception.

A male character, fitting for a female-dominated world like this.

“The hot spring son’s panel?”

“It’s Amber-sama!”

“It’s Kohaku-sama!”

“Basically confirmed!”

“Think of it as a mystery event. I won’t talk about it!”

“Ugh!”

“Gah!”

“This comment was censored.”

“And so on.”

“Comments guessing specific places, right or wrong, are all filtered out!”

“It’s not hidden…”

“The northern edge of the earth…”

“A deserted wilderness…”

“Total boonies…”

“That’s harsh…”

“By the way, I’m using this chance to say I’m part of this guy’s harem, married and all! Jealousy, envy, and complaints, send them my way!”

“She spilled it!”

“No way, she did it!”

“Congrats!”

Blessings and envy filled the screen white.

Ruri plopped down beside me, put her arm around my neck, smirked at the camera, laughed loudly, and waved her free hand.

On the screen, real-time rendering showed live-action Ruri and 3D Kawasemi-kun.

It felt like high瞒

System: I somehow felt that in my original timeline, this kind of tech was a big deal, but now I’m just amazed at how far computers have come.

“Well, the site’s terms prohibit anything against public morals, so… this should be safe, right?”

*Chu*

Ruri hugged me and planted a kiss on Kawasemi-kun’s forehead.

It wasn’t wet, just a dry kiss.

Not the sticky, saliva-covered kind.

It felt like simple skinship, I think.

But I couldn’t help blushing.

The screen showed me blushing too, which was oddly impressive tech.

“Anyway, take care of my husband!”

Ruri, also red-faced, waved at the screen with me.

The flood of comments became an indistinguishable white mass.

And so, I safely(?) finished the stream.

“Wait, wasn’t the ending off-script?”

They said I’d be treated like a singing amateur entertainer, but everything after Ruri’s appearance was pure improv.

Judging by the number of comments, it got pretty lively.

The script, if you could call it that, went out the window.

It was more like, “Wing it after a quick hit,” a super loose setup.

They said I’d be fine being myself with just a basic intro setting, since I don’t get shy with strangers, apparently.

“Thirty minutes, over 100,000 peak concurrent viewers, and for a faceless male V-tuber’s debut, that’s a huge success, right?”

“No idea if that’s good or bad.”

We wrapped up filming, had a drink, and held a casual review session.

No frame of reference, so whatever.

“It’s really good. Well, half of it might be my flame-baiting act.”

“Isn’t it mostly that?”

“Just your imagination.”

“But seriously, an engagement announcement in a place like this?”

I thought it’d be a big deal with tons of cameras.

“Nowadays, doing it yourself is more profitable. Hand it to the media, and they’ll chop it up until it’s unrecognizable. This is fine.”

It was so nonchalant.

By the way, Ruri’s website and SNS blew up with messages like, “We’ll celebrate you forever,” “Celebrating at the witching hour,” “Sneaky move,” “Explode,” and “Live long,” mostly congratulatory flames.