Chapter 9: Gyaru who is kind to Butaku

What does RP mean to a VTuber?

RP stands for Role-Playing, literally acting out a role.

In VTuber terminology, it means a VTuber taking on the persona of a virtual character,
acting and speaking as if they truly are that character based on a set backstory.

This RP, which might seem cringey and unimportant at first glance, is actually considered somewhat essential,
even though its significance seems to be waning even in its homeland [Japan, implied].

It hasn’t disappeared entirely, making it a necessary element in a way.

RP serves several functions, a major one being that it can be the initial hook that draws VTuber fans into a stream.

For example, compare ‘A stream hosted by a nun with blonde hair and blue eyes‘.

Isn’t it much more intriguing if you add a backstory like, ‘A busty, blonde, blue-eyed nun, formerly part of the hero’s party, activated a divine teleport to escape just before being violated by the Demon King after their defeat, only to end up on 21st-century Earth.

Now, she streams to gather divine power from her viewers to defeat the Demon King once more.’?

If this VTuber then says, ‘My body feels weak today, so I’ll draw divine power from my believers,’ and plays ASMR sounds, the VTuber fans would absolutely lose their minds.

They would respond with things like, ‘Ooooh… My divine power is being drained by the busty nun mommy! Heu-eung,’ and tune into the stream every day just to have their ‘divine power’ drained.

You could say it’s similar to how titles in other subculture genres are getting longer and longer to attract attention.

Rather than being ordinary, having something special is what baits VTuber fans into watching, immersing themselves, and thinking, ‘Ah, I’m a fan of such a special VTuber!’

This becomes the driving force for their passionate activity.

Once they establish themselves like that, even if the RP breaks down later, that itself can become a multi-faceted charm, creating its own narrative.

Even if the person inside (the performer playing the VTuber) suddenly has a moment of clarity and mutters something like ‘…So disgusting,’ the VTuber fan thinks, ‘The nun scorned me! Mommy..’

(TL Note: ‘Person inside’ refers to the actual performer behind the avatar).

They don’t interpret it as the performer finding them repulsive, but rather as a ‘reward from the nun,’ and they actually enjoy it.

This doesn’t really apply to part-time VTubers who are just casually earning tuition money before graduating* (*VTuber term for ending activities)
or those who were just Dullahans (streamers without avatars) before creating a character.

The problem is, most domestic VTubers tend to be like that…

Of course, if a VTuber is exceptionally talented and also beautiful in their real appearance (‘red pill’), then the previous points might not apply.

The 1st generation members are like that, after all.

In fact, even they honed their skills as VTubers through RP training,
so unless one is born with immense talent,
becoming a true VTuber—not just someone looking for quick cash—requires tremendous effort.

However, the 2nd generation candidates,
who are just starting to be selected,are still fledglings who haven’t even debuted,
no matter how extensive their past activities (‘reincarnations’) or how pretty their real appearance might be.

Most of them, regarding their past activities,
haven’t even done proper broadcasts in front of many viewers, let alone RP.

That’s why…

“From now on, within the company headquarters, we will absolutely not use real names.“

“That will remain the case even after you potentially debut, and sharing personal information like real names, ages, or where you live among yourselves is forbidden.”

“Simply put, don’t introduce yourselves using your real names.”

“If you already have, it can’t be helped, but for those who haven’t, wait until your debut is confirmed if you want to do it.”

“The 1st generation members, who might become your seniors, all went through this process, so if you have any complaints, you can leave now.”

Gasp

Kim Kanghyun, who had finished speaking and was observing them for a moment, turned his gaze towards the source of the sound and saw a cute woman with straight hair staring at him with an expression that seemed to say, ‘This guy seems crazy. Should I call the police?’

He suppressed the laugh that threatened to burst out, inappropriate for the serious situation.

He’d thought it since the interview; she was truly an expressive girl.

“…If you’ve gathered your thoughts, I will continue.”

“Starting today, you will live and train together for two weeks.”

“You will receive the detailed schedule from the manager who will be with you throughout the process.”

“For today, you will have time to think about what activity name you would use if you were to debut.”

Kim Kanghyun excused himself with a ‘Just a moment…’ took a sip of bottled water, and looked over each candidate one by one.

The rounded eyes from when he almost laughed were gone, replaced by a sharp gaze that belied the streamer’s assessment of him being gentle and affectionate.

“We plan to use the activity names you choose for your debut as much as possible, and your RP will be set accordingly, so please think carefully and decide.”

“You can think amongst yourselves or consult with the manager.”

With a concluding remark, “Well then, I’ll see you again tomorrow,” he abruptly left, and silence once again filled the terrace.

No matter how determined they were to beat the competitors beside them and debut as VTubers, or how their undeniably beautiful appearances created an intimidating, unapproachable atmosphere.

Most of them were fundamentally closer to being ‘hardcore otaku introverts’ than average people—after all, they had applied to Belus,
considered the most authentic virtual group in Korea similar to the Japanese scene,
with the intention of becoming VTubers—so they were surprisingly soft-hearted.

“Everyone must be feeling overwhelmed.”

After that crazy guy Kim Kanghyun left, while everyone was just glancing at each other, Ms. Ari broke the silence with a wry smile.

‘Yes. How are you working under that lunatic?’ I wanted to ask, but thinking about it conversely, maybe you have to be that crazy to hit it big in Korea with a VTuber group concept close to the authentic mainstream style from Japan.

“The CEO’s personality is just like that sometimes.”

“Hmm… A very famous piece of sh*t?”

“Pfft…”

Scattered laughter could be heard at her unexpected badmouthing of her boss.

She smiled at the reaction, satisfied even though things were still awkward.

“Just kidding. As you probably know if you looked into the CEO, he’s a good person, just like his personality on broadcasts.”

“He’s just very serious about VTubers.”

“That’s why you all applied here, isn’t it?”

“Of course, some of you might be here to make money, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

‘What should I do?’

‘I wasn’t either of those.’

‘I came here to get closer to Haruka.’

‘Hehe.’

“Alright! Now, I’ll show you where to store your luggage and where you’ll be sleeping.”

“Don’t worry, those who want to change into comfortable clothes can do so and come back here.”

“Okay.”

Following the manager, we went up to the third floor and entered the staff duty room there.

“……?”

Wow, a company that seems to have so few employees has such a huge duty room?

It was obviously designed for groups pulling all-nighters to sleep in.

‘Could this be a company where the sun never sets?’

Glancing around, everyone else seemed quite taken aback too.

Of course, they would be.

The duty room was as big as a military barracks, containing 12 beds.

Still, when they said we’d be lodging at the headquarters, I thought we’d be sleeping in sleeping bags in the hall, so this wasn’t bad, actually.

“I’ll take this spot!”

The gyaru girl, as if she’d never been intimidated, quickly grabbed her suitcase, claimed a bed in the corner, and gestured towards me.

“M-me?“

“Yes! Hurry, hurry!”

She waved her hand frantically, urging me to come quickly.

Let’s ignore the fact that her large chest swayed with her movements, making it hard to know where to look.

I was still dying of awkwardness, but after exchanging just a few words, it seemed her internal intimacy level with me had already hit MAX.

It’s like some idle dating sim where likeability gets farmed automatically.

I’m scared of myself…!

“Unpack your things here!”

“Okayy.”

Anyway, who knew there could be a gyaru friendly to a VTuber fan?

Well, right now, I’m not exactly a room-dwelling, socially awkward VTuber fan loser, but more like a top-tier beauty, though.

A few others glanced our way, seemingly displeased that we had snatched the corner spots,
but they didn’t say anything specific and just went about choosing their own beds.

Thinking back to my limited social experience, like basic training,
people would usually start breaking the ice by introducing themselves in a situation like this,
but since that was forbidden, we just quietly unpacked…

“It’s nice to meet you all.”

Or not?

As I was putting the yellow panties with a teddy bear print—definitely not mine, originally Wooseo Woo’s—into the wardrobe next to the bed, I looked up to see a woman standing there with a wry smile.

She was short but had her hair tied back neatly, giving her a rather demure appearance.

She looked like the oldest one among us.

Though, even at most, she didn’t seem older than her late twenties.

“The CEO forbade formal introductions, but we still have to see each other’s faces for two weeks, right?”

“Wouldn’t it be good to get a little closer?”

‘Ooh… Is she the Mamang-type?’

Not because of her looks, but based on her voice tone, way of speaking, and the general vibe she gave off.

For a VTuber, those traits can be weapons.

If she debuts, I think she could grow into a VTuber with a very solid, loyal fanbase.

She might not be the type to trigger dopamine rushes and attract transient viewers, but Mamang or healing-types are valuable.

“You’re right. Nice to meet you all. Let’s work hard for these two weeks!“

The one who agreed with the Mamang-type woman and offered a cheerful greeting was someone who unmistakably reeked of ‘insider’ vibes, looking to be in her early to mid-twenties.

She bowed her head slightly, her wavy, amber-colored bob bouncing.

From then on, the atmosphere loosened considerably, and we exchanged simple greetings while changing clothes in a warmer mood.

Yes. Changing clothes.

To change, you have to undress, and when you undress, apart from underwear, you’re practically naked.

Before switching into Wooseo Woo’s body, I had never seen a naked woman, so I initially thought I might get excited or embarrassed seeing this body.

But I was surprisingly calm, and with everything that had happened, I figured I had developed a tolerance to the female form and was taking it easy.

I almost worried if I was so influenced by Wooseo Woo that I might react that way to a male body, but fortunately or unfortunately, it seems I don’t have to worry about that.

“Gasp…”

Witnessing the gyaru’s enormous breasts swaying right in front of me made my vision swim.

The pink lace bra looked overwhelmed trying to contain her chest, but it was somehow managing to do its job, albeit strenuously.

And when I looked around… hmm. A feast of flesh tones.

Everywhere I looked was filled with flesh-colored hills.

‘Oh… Wow…’

I felt like I was about to get a nosebleed.

Deep inside, guilt gently reared its head.

‘I used to be a man.’

But that thought quickly tucked its tail between its legs.

‘What? A man? Look at your own smooth plains, you b*tch.’

“Haaa…”

Again, Wooseo Woo doesn’t grow hair down there.

Anyway, everyone else is huge.

There wasn’t anyone with outrageously enormous breasts, but they were all quite well-endowed.

“……”

I stopped halfway through unbuttoning the shirt I had worn and looked down at my chest.

Inside the shirt, the yellow bra was slightly puffed out.

No cleavage visible… Am I really the smallest one here?

I felt a slight surge of frustration, unsure if it was my emotion or Wooseo Woo’s; it kept switching back and forth.

Still, as someone who used to be male, I shouldn’t feel this way, so it must be Wooseo Woo’s feelings.

Wooseo Woo! Get out of my body!

“…What are you doing? Ah, sorry. You look so young, I spoke informally without thinking. I’m really sorry.”

While I was deep in contemplation in this room of anguish and temptation, a puzzled voice came from my side.

It wasn’t the gyaru. She was on my right, and the voice came from the left.

“Ah, it’s okay. You can speak comfortably.”

“Really? Phew, that’s a relief. Anyway, you seem a bit dazed.”

The person who had taken the spot next to me was the Mamang-type.

‘Heu-eung. She smells faintly of sweet milk.’

“I-I’m just a little dizzy…”

“What, are you anemic? Are you okay?”

‘Mamang is so kind…’

This Mamang-type’s chest is also quite substantial, though not as much as the gyaru’s.

And her capacity for acceptance seems even larger than her bust.

Moved by her immense acceptance, I wanted to bury my face in her chest and heal completely,
but as expected of a lower-tier man like me, I could only think about it.

“Anemia? Want some vitamins?”

Next to the Mamang-type, a woman who seemed to have finished changing was casually touching up her makeup and glanced at me.

She was beautiful.

An aura flowed from her, a level higher than anyone else here.

If Wooseo Woo’s stats were all dumped into cuteness, this one seemed to possess perfect balance.

Did she come from being an idol trainee or something?

The casually worn white t-shirt revealed a toned upper body without reservation,
and paired with pink dolphin shorts, her beautifully proportioned hips boasted perfect balance, emphasizing her long legs.

I glanced down at my own body.

Her chest was slightly larger than mine, but that alone couldn’t explain the indescribable difference.

It was almost the same outfit I usually wore at home.

Is it height? Or perhaps the difference in self-care, since she looked like she exercised quite a bit?

I lifted my head again.

“……”

Right… It could be her face.

“I-I’m okay. It’s not anemia, I think it’s just the heat.”

“Hmph~”

She nodded vaguely as if uninterested and went back to focusing on her makeup.

Why, somehow, I feel a sense of defeat.

Wooseo Woo! Get out of my body!