That Half-Finished Drink Was Lethal— What Happened When I Left My Bottle Behind in a 1:4 Male-to-Female World - 30

Chapter 30: This Livestream Is Addictive — Dreaming Waikiki, a Hellish Archive

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“Kehyah! Look at these numbers! The rain of cash just won’t stop again today, will it!?”

Two ring lights shone brilliantly. At the center of it all, Miya was howling into a top-of-the-line condenser microphone. Miya Akutsu had completed her transformation into the queen of influencers.

Wearing a cyberpunk-style mask that covered the lower half of her face, her persona as a masked influencer was disgustingly talkative, aggressive, and an absolute queen who dominated the metrics. Her PC monitor showed her followers, who were supposed to have left after her previous controversy, returning with more than twice the momentum of before.

There was only one trigger for this explosion. The ultimate piece of content: the “destined partner” of this woman shrouded in mystery.

“Kehya! Come on, you pieces of trash! Swarming my channel again today, huh… You guys are that curious about my Yuu, aren’t you!?”

《We’ve been waiting, Queen!》

《I can sense Yuu-kun’s presence…!》

《10,000 yen Super Chat! Tell us how Yuu-kun is doing today!》

《I’ve been bedridden for three days since the last ‘Half-finished Water’ stream. Give me some more of that lethal drug.》

《Queen, please! Give us one of Yuu-kun’s personal belongings… have mercy!》

“Fine… Since you’re all so eager, I’ll give you a special look. …Here you go.”

What Miya pulled from off-camera was an ordinary, slightly wrinkled white dress shirt.

“Kehya! This is the shirt Yuu wore all day long in this humid heat! This yellowing around the collar… These are Yuu’s components. …Well, do you want it!? To the one who contributes the most to me tonight… Maybe I’ll send it to you as a lottery prize, huh?”

The white shirt that Yuu Yuuki had worn all day yesterday. In this world where the concept of chastity was inverted, it was equivalent to high-grade pornography. The chat column on the screen began to flow at an explosive speed.

《10,000! I’ll give you 10,000, so sell me that shirt!》

《Freshly taken off!? Is it a freshly taken off white shirt!?》

《Miya-sama, please! Give me the lingering scent of the Holy Boy!》

《Haa… everyone, how pitiful you are…》

《Dropped 20,000 Super Chat! Seriously, let me win!》

《This is definitely that handsome guy’s shirt… it makes my mouth water…》

《Miya, show us more pictures of Yuu-kun!》

《This is an infringement of portrait rights and privacy! Cease immediately and submit it to me as evidence! (30,000 Super Chat)》

《Give us a live commentary of the shirt’s smell on stream!》

《Mods, can we make this an auction?》

《Yuu-kun is the common property of all humanity, right?》

《I’ll give you 50,000! Send that shirt to my address for 50,000!》

《Worn all day!? T-That’s too scandalous…! I’m calling the police! (Delight)》

《Queen, I beg you! Give us a live commentary of the smell of that collar through the mic!》

《60,000 Super Chat! Does Yuu-kun’s sweat really smell like holy water!?》

《Someone report this! This stream is too bad for education (Do more).》

《Just one button… just one is fine. I want my fingers to touch a button!》

《80,000! Start the auction right now!》

《Yuu-kun’s components… Ah, I feel like I can smell it through the screen…》

《A… au… I have to protect Yuu-kun.》

《Queen! Next, give us Yuu-kun’s ‘used toothbrush’…!》

《100,000 Super Chat! Use the scent of Yuu-kun’s shirt to debug my life!》

“Well, do you want this? The only white shirt in the world concentrated with Yuu’s components! To the one who throws the most Super Chats tonight, I’ll send it over with my autograph!”

Miya brought the clean white shirt hanging on a hanger closer to the camera. It was something she had taken from Yuu yesterday without permission, saying, “I’ll do the laundry, so let me borrow it for a bit.”

(…Kehya! Look at these numbers. They’re all just idiots. There’s no way in hell I’d give Yuu’s shirt to you people. Once I cut the stream, I’m putting this in a safe for permanent storage so I can sniff it every night!)

In the camera’s blind spot, Miya traced the sleeve of the shirt lovingly with her fingertip.

(As long as I’m just teasing them through the screen to pluck their money, Yuu’s chastity isn’t damaged one bit. In fact, I’m protecting him from the filthy hands of these pieces of trash! Kehya!)

To her, deceiving viewers to earn money was a legitimate means of self-defense to physically protect Yuu’s purity to the end. In Miya’s mind, insults and joy crossed each other like a scramble intersection. The tens of thousands of listeners on the other side of the screen were nothing more than livestock that brought in money.

However, every time they went wild over the existence of Yuu and bared their desires, Miya’s self-esteem was filled like never before.

(Look at these numbers! They’re so easy, these pieces of trash! Just by flashing a fragment of the treasure named Yuu, wads of cash fall from the sky! All of this money is going toward the love fund for me and Yuu!)

In her mind, her business as the “Queen” and her possessiveness as a “Maiden” had established a perfect partnership in crime. In reality, she had no intention of shipping out Yuu’s personal belongings. She could just send a random fake, or say it was damaged by mistake and just take the Super Chats. Even so, she intended to maintain the minimum human ethics—at least, the line she believed in.

“Kehya! Things are heating up, aren’t they! Then, here’s something special… My personal secret footage of Yuu cutting onions in the kitchen last night… the Uncensored Veins on the Arm Edition. …If you want to see it, pile up more money!”

Following Miya’s fearless declaration, the screen was dyed in the red of frantic joy.

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The livestream ended. After turning off the equipment, Miya collapsed onto her cheap sofa with a thud. Displayed on her smartphone was tonight’s earnings. To her, who had once lost her entire fortune, it was not just a mere number.

“…Phew. …I made a lot again today.”

Though her tone remained rough, her eyes held the pure heat of a maiden. She hugged her smartphone and looked upward so that her nose wouldn’t bleed.

(Yuu. …Just watch. With this money, I’m going to pull you out of that crummy apartment and we’ll head off to Waikiki Beach in the southern islands just for ourselves. There, the two of us… Kehya! Yuu in a scandalous swimsuit…! Just imagining it…)

Miya’s internal brain-simulator had already simulated her sweet honeymoon life in Hawaii at least a hundred times. To her, using Yuu as material for her streams was not a betrayal of him, but a survival strategy to make him happy.

(You don’t need to know anything, Yuu. …You just have to stay by my side, smile, show me your scandalous veins, and make nikujaga. …The dirty work and the gross money-making, I’ll do all of that for you.)

Revenge against the world that had once betrayed her and a twisted way of repaying Yuu, the only one who had reached out a hand to her. The drug called the “desire for approval” had paralyzed her with a justification: that even if she turned Yuu into content, it was permissible as long as it was for the sake of his happiness.

“Alright… To celebrate, I’ll order the most expensive steak on Uber tonight. …Yuu will definitely be happy too.”

Miya began typing a RINE message to Yuu while humming a tune.

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Knock, knock.

There was a knock on the door of the neighboring room. When Yuu opened the door, a high-spirited Miya was standing there, clutching three high-end steak boxes.

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