Put that possibility aside for now.
A brief silence.
My brain, which had been relaxed, spins faster than ever before.
I’m going to participate as an actor in a web drama?
Jiwoo made such a suggestion? This is an important memory.
Kang Suhyun. I should have remembered…! Damn.
No matter how much I try to recall, this suggestion doesn’t exist in the memory of the female Kang Suhyun.
It’s wrong. This woman… doesn’t even exist in my head.
I’ve completely forgotten her to the point that I can’t remember at all…!
“Huh? How about it? It seems like it would be really good.”
Jiwoo, who had been focused on assembling the computer, casually lifted her eyes.
But in her sparkling eyes, I can feel all of Jiwoo’s expectations.
But… I’m definitely not in a situation where I can act in a web drama right now.
“I know all the actors, and they will respect you. They’re really nice people.”
Jiwoo, who has no idea about my situation, kept emphasizing the advantages of the web drama.
Before I knew it, she had stopped assembling the computer and was lightly shaking her phone with the number in front of me.
“Plus, the pay will be good. It’s for a web drama channel with a lot of subscribers. Maybe about this much?”
“Eh…”
Ugh. It’s quite a bit…
Definitely not an hourly wage for a beginner actor.
It’s probably because of the overwhelming aspects of my body.
“The role is a mysterious woman. No lines. You just need to appear for a moment.”
“That… sounds like an important role.”
Usually, those kinds of roles are full of plot twists.
Although money is tight because I’ve been spending on equipment…
Since Yui’s debut, the illustrator work has been at the highest level of my life.
If I also join LumiLive’s collaboration with Flying Cloud and start broadcasting, I’ll already have a second job.
With just those two activities, I could probably earn enough to live comfortably.
But if I start acting now, I’ll have to go out again later, and it’ll mess up my pattern.
With my body changing, becoming unrealistically faster and growing, the illustrator work could be considered non-existent.
But VTubing is a field I’ve never ventured into. It wouldn’t be easy or quick.
If I didn’t have the changed personality along with the body transformation, I might have wanted to experience many things.
But even when I was a man, I wasn’t very active… and now, this body is incredibly timid and shy.
It’s not the male hormone and female hormone issue I was worried about at first… it’s because of the memories engraved in my brain.
It’s not the memory of a voluntarily withdrawn male Kang Suhyun, but the memory of a female Kang Suhyun who was seriously bullied.
When I left my bag in the classroom and came back, the contents would be scattered on the floor.
Various insults carved into my desk. Most of them are vulgar insults about my body or face.
A cow with ridiculously big breasts and buttocks.
A slut who seduces boys with her face and body.
A conceited slut… things like that.
It’s really childish and pathetic.
A woman who was already shy and didn’t want to stand out was bullied like that.
Naturally, she developed extreme social anxiety, having experienced something that would shock even a born social butterfly.
The memories of a woman with severe social anxiety and the memories of an ordinary man are mixed, so it’s undeniable that the influence is not small.
Ugh. When I met Flying Cloud, if I were still a man, I probably could have easily rejected VTubing. That’s a bit of a shame…
Anyway, I don’t really have any thoughts about acting right now… but if I get interested in acting or anything else, I’ll have to overcome this personality and go out.
Because acting with a hidden face and acting with my face revealed are definitely different.
So now, I have no choice but to deliver the tragic news to this giant puppy.
My body naturally lowers my eyes as much as possible, and my hands gather above my belly button, fidgeting.
“I don’t like stepping out in front of people.”
“Yeah. I expected that. I was just suggesting it because you said you were looking for an overwhelming visual mask.”
“…Sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize. The filming is later, so if you change your mind, let me know. Don’t feel pressured, it’s fine if you don’t want to do it.”
Jiwoo smiled, as if she had expected my rejection, and looked at the huge box.
Is it just my imagination, or does her pitiful figure seem smaller than usual?
Ugh… I kind of feel bad. It feels like I rejected my parents’ suggestion to pull a hikikomori child out.
This might also be that clever Jiwoo’s strategy. Let’s not think about it too much.
“By the way, what’s in this box? Is there a person inside? It’s huge.”
Jiwoo mumbled as she struggled to drag the box. Hmm. It’s definitely hard for an ordinary woman to carry.
Today’s highlight, or rather, a Christmas gift for myself. A microphone, headset, motion capture… and the most expensive item, the box containing a graphics card.
Ah… RTY 4090. Its distinctive gray body reflecting light in a sparkling way. Beauty that matches the price. A beautiful thing with unbelievable performance…
“Ugh. It’s heavy. What’s inside this thing…”
Jiwoo’s eyes calmed down as she exhaled and stared at the box. This is the cool beauty version of Jiwoo that others must have seen when I wasn’t around.
The fact that this version appeared in front of me means…
“Kang Suhyun. You ordered something expensive.”
I can see myself trembling in Jiwoo’s cold black eyes.
Ah. This…
“Shit…
Swoosh.
The box was sliced open by Jiwoo’s cutter knife.
Jiwoo put on her shoes in front of the front door.
The side dishes and fruits that Jiwoo brought were placed in front of the door.
It’s a little late on Christmas now. Jiwoo had to leave because she had plans with her boyfriend.
Fortunately, I hid the box that would have gotten me in trouble inside, so I wasn’t scolded too much…
“Sigh…”
Pinch…
Ouch.
Jiwoo tightly pinched and shook my cheeks, which had grown like sticky rice cakes. She was still angry even as she put on her outerwear to leave.
“RTY 4090… It’s at least two million won. Are you crazy?”
Her cold, lowered voice. If the sound of contrails is drowsy and husky, like a sleep-inducing ASMR, Jiwoo’s voice is low and sweet, like a scolding ASMR.
She’d probably scold me if I said it was nice to hear her angry.
“Zzseunghamnida…”
Ah. Even my voice, which can’t pronounce properly, is cute.
It might seem like an unreasonable narcissist, but it’s an undeniable fact.
The proof is that Jiwoo’s mouth corners are slowly rising.
“Sigh…”
Jiwoo let go of my reddened cheeks and sighed.
“I’m only letting it slide today. You don’t usually spend money like this. But please eat something other than ramen for once, okay?”
“Like what?”
“Well, maybe kimchi stew, or bibimbap…”
Ugh.
She’s telling me to cook.
My face turns to shock and disbelief.
If I cook, the 30,000-won monthly food budget I used to maintain by eating just ramen will be ruined. I need to spend money on other things…!
“Ramen is the cheapest and easiest to handle…”
For someone like me, who isn’t good at cooking and doesn’t have things like a dishwasher at home, such high-intensity labor is impossible.
My lips naturally stick out.
“It’s bad for your health. You never exercise and only eat ramen. How are you going to…?”
Jiwoo’s eyes blatantly scanned my body.
Then, she compared the melon she brought and my chest with her gaze.
“Hmm… it’s similar. No, maybe bigger?”
“What are you looking at…?”
Well, it’s understandable.
Jiwoo regularly does Pilates and running, and she controls her diet. Unlike me, who stays cooped up in my room.
“Really a mystery. Does the fat all go to your chest?”
Jiwoo lamented as she gently ran her hand down my smooth belly.
Well, I have a pretty body that’s proportionate—where it needs to be, and slimmer where it needs to be…
“Maybe?”
“Ugh. You’re so annoying.”
Jiwoo clicked her tongue, opened the front door, and stepped outside.
A rush of cold air and chill immediately entered.
Ugh, so cold…
Even though I’m wearing two thick sets of pajamas, it’s freezing, probably because it’s Christmas at the end of the year.
But Jiwoo, who’s wearing clothes that expose quite a bit, doesn’t seem to care. Her skirt is short enough that I feel like the wind would go right up…
Unlike my worries, Jiwoo walked away without any issue.
“I’m leaving. Do you need to eat all the side dishes?”
“Yeah. See you.”
The heavy front door slammed shut, and I was finally alone. I confirmed the door was closed and pressed my face against the window, watching Jiwoo’s retreating figure.
“Ha ha. Finally alone!”
I bounced around in my room, savoring the freedom.
Jiwoo’s surveillance is finally over. Now, it’s Kang Suhyun’s time!
Ah, just to clarify, I will of course eat the side dishes Jiwoo gave me. Ramen is delicious, but eating it every day would definitely get old.
“But I never said when I would eat it!”
Today, I’ll enjoy orange juice and chips until just before bed. Honestly, it’s weird to control an adult from eating snacks, right?
Pop.
I tore open the bag of chips with scissors, and it was so torn apart that it was unrecognizable.
Now, with joy, I’ll enjoy my orange juice…
Ding!
[Flying_cloud: Suhyun, do you have time tomorrow?]
Oh, I didn’t expect to get a message from Flying Cloud at this timing. I wiped the chip dust from my hands with a tissue and typed on the keyboard.
Tararak.
[WhitePalette: I’m free. What’s up?]
[Flying_cloud: That’s a relief.]
Ding.
I saw the message and poured the orange juice into the glass until it overflowed.
[Flying_cloud: Your first joint broadcast on LumiLive is tomorrow.]
“…Huh?”
I didn’t think it would come this fast.