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Chapter 23

Puff-puff—

Steam rises from the gaps in the cup noodles I poured hot water into.

In the end, I bought the cup noodles.

I thought about going to a different store to buy a new product after the clerk abruptly left, but that wasn’t my original plan.

First off, moving around was a hassle.

This was the only convenience store nearby, and going anywhere else would take a bit more time.

For someone like me who doesn’t enjoy going out much, being outside for long isn’t exactly a pleasant option.

Like a vampire whose skin burns under the sun, I felt like my life force slowed down the moment I stepped outside.

Physically, I’ve improved a lot compared to the past.

Yet, the lingering symptoms seem to be psychological.

I’m not sure about the past, but the current cause is obvious.

So… this is a complicated emotion that’s hard to explain.

“Wow, what’s that…?”

“Her body, insane…”

“Go talk to her.”

Camilla’s body, or rather my body, was bound to attract attention with that kind of appearance.

Even in a puffy hoodie, the two peaks were eye-catching, and my waist was so loose it kept slipping down, needing the elastic to be tightened, yet my hips and thighs were tightly fitting in the sweatpants…

Yeah, I totally get why people are so interested.

I was just walking without looking anywhere, yet I suddenly understood why all those gazes were directed at me, why all sorts of attention was coming my way.

I had already grasped it in my head. And to be honest, I didn’t feel too bad about it.

I’ve always liked Camilla. Back in the days when no one played her, I felt strangely good when someone complimented Camilla’s looks, saying she was pretty.

So, having a face identical to Camilla’s, receiving attention because of it didn’t feel bad at all.

As for the body… it was a little burdensome, but since it wasn’t outright sexual harassment, I thought it could be taken as a compliment. It gave me a sense of satisfaction.

But maybe it was still too early for me to fully accept all this.

Understanding and accepting are two entirely different things.

Honestly, I felt a little shy about it.

And at the same time, fatigue hit me. Was this too much stimulation for a first outing?

After buying cup noodles and a triangular kimbap, I promptly returned to my cozy little nest.

I had originally thought about having a meal on the terrace in front of the convenience store, but in this state, it was totally out of the question.
I thought about having a meal on the terrace in front of the shop before heading in, but in this state, it was simply impossible.

Everyone passing by would definitely look at me with curious faces while I was eating.

Turning into a zoo monkey wasn’t something I could entertain, even for someone like me who enjoys subtle attention.

I also didn’t forget to grab one more triangular kimbap of the same brand, as the clerk suggested.

It was such an obvious favor, and while it felt somewhat burdensome… I knew all too well what kind of feelings were behind such kindness, having been a man myself at one point.

They had mustered that much courage, so accepting a single triangular kimbap for free wasn’t too difficult.

The issue was, however, the payment.

No matter how you look at it, 2000 won combined is not an amount I could just take without a second thought, considering it was enough for a 1000 won donation not just once, but twice.

I could just leave and get labeled a thief.

Even though the clerk had run off without ringing me up, taking the items without paying would be no different from stealing.

I decided to drop two 1000 won bills on the counter and wrap things up. It felt like it would take forever for the clerk to come back.

I wished I had a sticky note or something to leave a message. I should’ve at least written a note saying I’d enjoy the triangular kimbap.

…Well, with the 2000 won sitting on the counter, I figured they’d understand.

“Ugh….”

As I stretched my suddenly stiff neck and shoulders, a groan escaped my lips. My body had become quite rigid, probably because I had been tense without realizing it.

While I was loosening my neck with the cracking sounds it made, the cup ramen was done cooking before I knew it.

The first outing after becoming Camilla had been quite an ordeal, but—

“Yum.”

The ramen was delicious.

Ah, and so was the triangular kimbap the clerk had packed for me.

*

A silver-haired girl walks towards me, step by step.

Her casual stride seemed like a dance, each step evoking admiration in onlookers.

I felt the same way. After being designated as the MVP of this game, witnessing this exclusive motion left me in awe.

Camilla’s MVP motion carried an emotional weight. There was something that truly stirred the hearts of gamers.

Whenever this motion popped up, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for being chosen as MVP. I’d think, “Well done on this game,” and my hype for the abyss would swell.

I might have played non-stop without sleeping the first time I was named MVP, I guess.

Lost in those old memories while quietly watching Camilla’s dance…
It was a time when…

[Oh…]

[Wow, that body, wow, that body, wow, that body, wow, that body!]

[This little… girl… with those breasts and hips, there’s nothing untempting about her.]

[Seriously, the technical skill is insane! The morphing is so realistic!]

[With both hands grabbing it all at once… ugh… ]

[Filter it, you crazy bastards! Haha!]

[How is this a woman’s chatroom? LOL!]

[The host is just so lenient about these things,]

[It’s a bit uncomfortable;;]

[If I also become Camilla, can I see her breasts? If I also become Camilla, can I see her breasts?]

But it seemed like the viewers felt something different watching this awe-inspiring motion of the chest.

It wasn’t inspiring for the chest but rather for something else that seemed… inspiring.

This was right after I devoured a triangle kimbap and ramen and immediately turned on the broadcast.

Actually, I made more profit than expected from a brief broadcast yesterday morning, so I could have taken the day off today.

But I went ahead and started the broadcast anyway. It wasn’t hard. After all, if I was going to turn off the broadcast and just play games, it would be better to just keep it on and play.

Besides, with the broadcast on, I could catch cues here and there or have conversations when I got bored, which was actually nice.

With such consistency, I could also maintain the image of being diligent.

Just by regularly broadcasting and gaming, I’d get complimented for being diligent, so there was no reason not to do it.

[I really want to squeeze those breasts.]

[Honestly, the breast size is more real than the bowl of soup.]

[She looks all haughty but her body is just so cheap…]

[The chat is the most vulgar thing ever, damn it!]

[So, what cup size does Camilla have?]

… I wonder what cup size that is. I’m a little curious myself.

Since there’s no official setting for the character’s breast size, I wouldn’t know anyway.

I moved my hand and gently squeezed my own breasts.

Maybe it’s because Camilla’s hands are small, but even with one hand, there’s still a lot left. No, even with both hands, there’s still some left over.

“Ugh.”

I suddenly sighed, wondering what I was doing. Size doesn’t really matter, I can always measure that when I go shopping for some underwear later.

[Huh?]

[Why are you sighing?]

[Haha, would a sigh not escape?]

[Honestly, it wouldn’t be strange to develop a hatred for men, haha!]

[But isn’t the host used to these kinds of chats from spending so long in the gallery?]

[Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean it’s not disgusting.]

[But… I just can’t resist Camilla’s breast view.]

[Teacher, say something!]
“Um, no… well…”

Honestly, I used to admire Camilla’s face and figure back in the day.

It’s impossible for a guy not to, you know? The very reason I started with Camilla was her stunning appearance and body, so I couldn’t act all high and mighty about it.

Plus, I had a blast ranking the looks and figures of certain users and Abyss female characters in the gallery, so I was pretty familiar with this kind of conversation.

But still. Somehow.

The viewers were all fired up, chatting about Camilla’s breast size and her birthing-hip shape. Those were things I was totally used to, yet…

Why did I suddenly feel so embarrassed about it now?

Watching the viewers chat about Camilla’s body made my face flush and my temperature rise.

…Well, I actually already knew the reason.

Even if my mind didn’t catch up, my body had become Camilla’s, so seeing the viewers marvel at her and tease her felt like I was literally in her outfit, facing those embarrassing comments.

I could only let out a groan with a bright red face.

“Ugh…”

I can’t say anything. Absolutely can’t say anything!

I feel like I might die of embarrassment, but there’s this reason I can’t reveal. Hence, I couldn’t stop the viewers.

[The broadcast host hates dirty talk; cute, deserves a thumbs up, lol]

[Camilla is the broadcast host’s girlfriend, oh lol don’t sexually harass her!]

[Taking care of character rights, whoa!]

I can’t say the reason. I can’t tell them to stop because of what I did in the past.

All I could do against these mischief-making viewers was this.

“…Perverts.”

The MVP motion wasn’t even meant to be suggestive, yet everyone was drooling and harassing.

I genuinely expressed my subtle resentment.

[What what what what?]

[Huh… huh huh huh… huh huh huh…!]

[The host is cuter than Camilla… let’s stop here]

[One more time please, one more time please, one more time please]

Then, for some reason, the chat became even livelier than before.

Now there were messages asking for more insults or saying I’m cute mixed in there.

I don’t know, I really don’t get it. I can’t understand these people at all. I just want to play the game.

Ignoring the viewers’ unreasonable requests, I spun the queue again.

With a still flushed face that hadn’t cooled down yet.


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