Chapter 16: I'm not an idealist, I'm a normal sex drive, I'm not a whisker.

Three days finally passed since I got banned, and I turned on the broadcast with a happy heart.

"I'm free! A toast!!!"

A drinking broadcast with beer prepared from broad daylight.

I gulped down the beer in my hand and finished preparing to churn out pictures.

Why run a drinking broadcast from the start?

Well.

<Is this bitch that bitch? The bitch who spread terror images on the internet broadcasting community?>

<Honestly, it's fucked up but... I got turned on so my pride is hurt fuck...> 

<Extreme abnormal fetishist camp lol There's a reason the streamer is drinking lol>

<Streamer... You're drawing furries today too, right? I trust you... Prepared donation money too...>

<Fuck furries, draw tentacles lol While you're at it let's draw egg-laying too!>

<How are there forty viewers and all forty are abnormal fetishists lololol>

To proceed with the broadcast sober, I felt like I would lose my mind first.

I borrowed the power of alcohol to make my mind hazy and started broadcasting with a slurred voice.

"Hieee... Sooo, what should we draw todaaay? If you tell me to draw fucked up abnormal fetish pics like last tiiime... I'm gonna run awaaay immediately... Shooong!"

Thinking about it, it's too disgusting.

Even if I drank alcohol, acting cute like this while carrying super diaper cuckoo jugs big enough to feed 70 babies easily.

As I was about to vomit from the creeping self-loathing, the viewers put on straight faces and told me to just draw.

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

<Wow... The tits are red... How do the tits get red first when drunk lol>

<Whether tits are red or whatever, I want to see furries. You drew an awesome furry last time! Draw it this time too!>

<Stop pretending to be drunk and just draw. I'll allow drawing while pretending to be drunk.>

<Since it came to this, how about crossing the line one more time? Let's go for a one-week ban yeeeah>

Vulgar bastards.

Why the hell do you like furries?

Bastards who would gladly stick it in if told to stick it in a pet.

"I just have to draw, right. Don't say too much. Honestly, without the power of alcohol, I can't overcome this broadcast..."

<It's the path you chose, virgin.>

<Is the? Streamer? really a vir?gin?????>

<No, with baby feeders bigger than most people's heads and a pelvis for easy birth, is that a virgin?>

<Wasn't everyone thinking she's a non-virgin? Of course she's a non-virgin fuck lol>

<No, the streamer said she's a hikikomori. Since she doesn't go outside, wouldn't she not know the creature called man?>

At one viewer's virgin remark, all viewers took the bait and started fighting divided into Virgin vs Non-virgin camps, and I grabbed my aching neck and spoke with a gentle voice.

"I told you last time, don't rub dicks (socialize) among viewers. Why are you bastards who only have daggers making a fuss because you can't rub?"

When I finished speaking, the chat window became quiet as a mouse.

Did I speak too harshly?

But even if I speak this harshly, it doesn't seem like they would leave.

Sure enough.

<What is it fuck, she speaks like she saw it?>

<Let's be honest, not a dagger but a longsword, anyway that's it>

<If the sword is small for bestiality, isn't it a bit sad? Honestly, at this level, it's a big one lol>

<Viewer big dick standard: 8cm>

<True, if you rub daggers together it would look really gay fuck lol>

These abnormal fetishist bastards didn't think of leaving, but rather cheerfully retorted to my words.

These cheerful bastards.

They really don't think of leaving over just anything.

Isn't it actually good?

I heard other nobody broadcasts go to hell if they curse wrongly once, but my broadcast only has pervert bastards who take cursing as a reward and moan heueuk.

Thinking that, I spoke slowly into the microphone.

"Honestly, I want to draw some normal fetishes instead of abnormal ones. You know, like Fox Beastkin with fluffy tails and ears."

Watching the Fox God watching the broadcast next to me, the viewers expressed doubts at my words.

<That's furry.>

<It is furry?>

<Fluffy tail, fluffy ears, and charming fur. Just furry, right?>

<I only thought she was a furry specialist but she really was a furry specialist lol>

"No, aren't nekomimi (cat ears) and furry a bit different? It's 90% human and only 10% animal, right? Tails and ears are charming points!"

<You draw those charming points in fucking detail though.>

<You draw everything else roughly, but draw tail fur and ears in fucking detail.>

<Let's be honest. Streamer likes furries too, right? Actually, you like furries not nekomimi stuff, right?>

"Let's not bullshit. I'm a person who thinks a mix of 92% human and 8% animal is the most arousing. Human Animal 50:50 is mental illness, you crazy bastards."

Annoyed by viewers constantly treating me on the same level as my friend, I told them the perfect ratio, and the viewers berated me like angry monkeys saying I was wrong.

[Donation of 1,000 won from User 'Deceiver'!]

[Ho... This bitch? Mouth says no but body seems honest?]

"What bullshit fuck, how do you know my body?"

[Donation of 3,000 won from User 'LetsAdmitIt'!]

[How about 92% animal and 8% human? Oh my]

"You seriously go to the hospital quickly. Is daily life possible?"

[Donation of 2,000 won from User 'SlurpSlurpSquishSquishSpurt'!]

[Streamer was... I thought she was like us... Was I wrong?]

"Wrong, you bastard. I'm different from abnormal fetishists like you. This is strictly normal sexual desire."

Getting beaten up here and there by donations and chat, I discovered a newbie visiting my broadcast.

A newbie! A newbie to change this dirty stagnant water into clean water!!!

Please show your power...!

I looked at the new viewer with expectant eyes, but unfortunately, the new viewer wasn't normal either.

<Sorry but do you draw lactation stuff here too?>

Fucking bastard.

A village lined with antique Hanok houses.

Inside the most stylish house in the village, a bald man and a woman wearing a Hanbok were drinking tea and conversing.

"...So, your friend became a yokai so you want to protect him?"

"Yeah. He became a yokai not even in his destiny, so I should protect him."

"What if you get eaten while doing that? Besides, at a point where even one exorcist is precious, you know well what happens if the strongest exorcist leaves the front lines?"

The woman put down her teacup and glared fiercely, but the man ignored the woman's gaze and savored the flavor of the tea.

"It was a predetermined condition from the first contract, right? I clearly remember you saying you'd guarantee freedom then, so does this become a fraudulent contract now?"

"I'm asking you, you bald bastard! You said he's a hikikomori? He'll live well enough on his own! Now that he's a yokai, he'll live well enough without you! Go outside, get some sun!"

At her words, the bald man shook his head and denied it.

"Even if he wants to go out, he can't. He became a Nine-tailed Fox but has no Vitality or Demonic Power, so he can't use transformation magic."

"...Nine-tailed Fox? Those dogs soaked in bravado? If he has no Vitality and Demonic Power, that's great. Just kill him while you're at it."

"Why do you tell me to kill him when there's no reason to? Besides, he's my friend. My one and only friend."

The bald man raised his energy and pressured the woman, and the woman easily shook off his energy and spoke with a serious face.

"What will you do if he goes berserk? Don't you remember the few yokai recently who were close to humans going berserk and turning completely?"

"It's enough if I govern him so he doesn't go berserk. And my friend isn't a bastard who would lose his mind and go berserk."

Maybe if he goes berserk to assault someone due to sexual desire.

The man stated with a confident voice that he could control the yokai, and at this, the woman sighed deeply and shook her head.

"Don't guess as you please. If a high-ranking yokai like a Nine-tailed Fox starts rampaging, destroying a city is instant. No matter how strong you are, you can't completely protect people under a yokai's rampage!"

"Doesn't matter. It's enough if I can save my friend and my family."

At the man's absurd words, the woman, dumbfounded, berated the man with a cold voice.

"Selfish bastard."

"Sorry for being a selfish bastard, but haven't you received a lot of help from such a bastard until now? Stopping two out of three approaching doomsdays seems like I've done my job."

"...Truly making it impossible to refute, unlucky bald guy."

"Didn't this bald head happen while stopping the second doomsday too. And I heard you were developing a hair growth agent, just when will it be completed?"

"It's not an easy task. Give me a little more time."

"I'll give you one more year. Develop it definitely within that time."

The man threw the words nonchalantly and checked his vibrating phone.

<Sa...v...e m...e>

"Fuck?"

"Why, did something happen?"

The woman tilted her head expressing curiosity at the man's curse, but he sighed deeply and stood up from his seat.

"...It seems something urgent came up. Let's end the conversation here."

"That friend again?"

"No comment."

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

"...I should finish watching the internet broadcast I was watching."

Quietly began to spectate someone drawing a vulgar picture.

<Don't just draw furries, draw some tentacle stuff too?>