Overloaded With Attributes Chapter 36
The Aftermath of the Livestream
Somehow, the livestream with Tiara-chan finally ended. It was such a rambling, disjointed train wreck that even I almost lost the will to live a few times.
And hey, didn't she say "if a boy shows up, we'll get millions of views, easy"? But when all was said and done, there were only three viewers from start to finish (and one of them was Tiara's sub-account). What's the deal with that?
...Well, Tiara-chan seemed to be having fun, so I guess it's not a "problem"... Tch, I'm never doing a livestream again—
"(Good morning, Yuu-kun. When should we do the next stream? Also, I got a message from NTD (Nantendou). What should I do?)"
"O-Oh... morning..."
What's with this kid? Is she a demon, rubbing salt in my fresh wounds first thing in the morning?
"Wait, 'Nantendou'? What, is she bragging that she won the 'SWEAT 2' pre-order lottery?"
"(??? What's 'SWEAT'? They sent a reply to Tiara's SNS... saying they want to 'produce' Yuu-kun.)"
Nantendou wants to produce me? What does that even mean... Are they asking me to join "SpoBra" ("Smash Bros") as the "Isekai Hero (Merchant)"? Too bad! My "Gift" is useless in combat! ...Getting called "useless" by the one and only Nantendou... What is my life?! (Just my paranoia.)
"...Well, whatever. It's probably just a scam. Can't we just ignore it?"
"(Amazing, Yuu-kun. Facing a 'major debut' and you're not even fazed. But... if we leave it, other people might spread the video and we'll 'lose out'.)"
A video with two viewers is going to "spread"? What kind of joke is that?
"(...That face. You... don't get it at all, do you?)" She said, handing me her smartphone.
"This is yesterday's stream, right? What about it?"
"(I worked hard and edited it when I got home. It's not just the song, it has your 'talk scenes' too.)"
"Wait, you're spreading the parts where I was bombing?! Stop! And... wait... what's with this view count? Eh? 1.53 million?! In half a day?!"
"(Fufun. If you count the other videos, it's over 10 million views.)"
"And... your subscriber count... it was eight yesterday! Now it's 600,000?!"
Eh? Wait, what happened? Didn't yesterday's stream only have three viewers?
"No way... did the entire Hiesu family spend all night mass-producing sub-accounts?"
"(...Even Tiara isn't that free.)"
Whatever this was, it was too much for me. I decided to dump it all on Shouko-san.
"Man, these past two weeks since school started have been insanely busy."
"And you're telling me this... why?"
Yeah, "dumping it on Shouko" was fine... until she asked me,
"Yuugiri-san, what do you want to do?"
And I answered, "I... want money, so I can get a bride."
And she just... lit up. "Understood! I will move this to a CD release as quickly as possible!"
And just like that, recording, CD jacket photos, and a digital pre-release... it all just... happened. And the CD jacket? Of course, it's me in a suit, doing the "Boston Crab" jump.
"So, hey... I'm starting to get a neurosis from hearing my own voice everywhere I go. Can you make it stop?"
"Again, why are you telling me? Also, you're fidgeting even more than usual. It's kinda gross. Can you sit still?"
"Hey, cut me some slack! This is my first time in a girl's room" There's no way a virgin can be calm in a space that smells this much like a girl!
So, yeah. I'm in Atena's room. Seems sudden? Fair enough.
See, I "debuted" (the CD isn't out, but still), and apparently, it "sold" (downloaded) a ton. And... Atena's little sister was one of the people who bought it.
"...'Recently, I hear Yuu's voice everywhere'..."
(Atena's sister, apparently) "'Onii-chan,' I get it, but... calling an artist, a man, no less by his first name like he's your friend is kinda cringe."
"'I'm your Onee-chan, not 'Onii-chan!" Atena shot back.
"And it's not like he's my friend, he is my friend! He told me to call him that!"
"'Your delusions are almost impressive. Super cringe, though.'"
...So, yeah. She got owned pretty bad. Well, I'm not a demon. I don't mind sticking my neck out for my one and only best friend. And if I'm lucky, maybe I'll get a reward. Maybe, while Shouko's not looking, I can cop a feel
"...You're making a really scummy face right now."
"Must be your imagination. Anyway, I wanna rummage through your drawers later, so go get some tea."
"The scary part is you'd actually do that I mean, if you want to look, I don't really mind."
"Seriously?! No, even for me, rummaging through your underwear right in front of you... the hurdle is too high."
Hm? I haven't explained why I'm here? Isn't it obvious? I'm here to "rub it in" (zamaa) her sister's face for not believing her. ...Of course, the sister in question isn't home. And her mom isn't home. Which is why I'm alone with her, in this state.
"...So... got anything?"
"Can you stop being so vague? Shouldn't you be saying something? Like, 'What a cute room!' or 'Wow, it's so clean'?"
"Can I crawl into your bed?"
"Why is your response always perverted?! Look! I know you only see me as a friend, but... I'm still a girl, you know? So if you keep saying provocative things... N-Not that I'd do anything! But... if you say that in front of other women... who knows what they'll do!"
"What? I've only ever seen you as a girl, Atena. And I only let my guard down in front of a few women."
"Ugh! Stop saying things like that! ...'Who,' exactly,' are 'those 'few' women'?"
Kikuko-san, Shouko-san... Besides, in this world, "men can't get it up," right? So even if I am "attacked," it's not like... that... can happen. So... what would happen?
"Atena, do you have any videos of a man being 'attacked' by a woman?"
"You really just ask the craziest things, don't you?!"
She adamantly insisted she didn't have any and had never seen any.
"Okay, so. Hypothetically..."
"Do you understand that you're alone in a room with a girl?! Okay, okay, topic's over!"
After that, we went nuts... playing video games. Normally. Then I went home. In the end, I only passed by her sister at the doorway as I was leaving. She didn't move, like she was petrified... Ah. The second I closed the door, I heard her scream.
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