Please Do Your Debauchery After You Die - Chapter 95

Episode 95 Mayo is Still Ill

Our promise was made quite impulsively.

After the crew meeting, while chatting with Lucia, I expressed my concerns about how to spend tomorrow’s break day.

As we were drifting into a counseling-like atmosphere, Lucia spoke up first.

“Then how about we meet tomorrow for a light lunch?”

“Whoa? Really?”

It was a proposal that took me by surprise.

We already had a general idea of each other’s addresses and were surprised to realize we lived nearby.

About 30 minutes by public transport?

Still, I hadn’t expected Lucia to actually suggest meeting.

Basic virtual or no-cam broadcasters tend to dislike revealing their “red pills.”

So, I was doubly surprised by such a proposal and, on one hand, extremely pleased.

Incidents of private photos being leaked among streamers were common, yet here she was, wanting to meet me.

This meant that Lucia’s trust in me had increased significantly.

“Great! I’m really looking forward to it! No cancellations allowed!”

“Yep! No cancellations, we’re meeting tomorrow.”

I replied brightly, but honestly, after hanging up, I felt quite nervous.

I was about to see Lucia’s red pill after having never seen it even in the past, let alone now after the regression.

“There are those who might feel averse to seeing a virtual streamer’s red pill…”

There were indeed some.

Viewers who immersed themselves in the virtual character and disliked having that illusion shattered would refuse to see the red pill.

But I wasn’t one of them.

I hadn’t started watching streams through virtual means, and Lucia didn’t have a strong virtual character.

To be precise, it felt like she had upgraded from a no-cam broadcast to virtual.

So, I was able to focus on the “person” rather than the character.

Even so, the feeling of nervousness came from the existence of “imagination” within me.

An idealized image of Lucia that I had unconsciously drawn in my mind.

It might be akin to imagining characters from a novel after reading it.

But the moment I actually met Lucia, those imaginations might get shattered, causing me to feel uneasy.

They could influence things in a negative way.

“Let’s not have any strange thoughts now that we’ve come this far. Lucia is Lucia.”

I vowed not to be disappointed even if the idealized image I had created was broken.

Such behavior would be rude, after all.

Moreover, I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

No matter how much I built a friendship online, it couldn’t compare to offline interactions.

To draw Lucia closer from Bluebee towards my side, a meeting like this had a significant merit.

“I heard Bluebee has never met her in real life, so…”

It was a quick meeting filled with considerations and decisions in a short time.

Just then, Lucia’s broadcast announcement went up.

Lucia (Lucy0223) · 2022-11-24 · 14:23:11 · Views 2477

I have a lunch appointment with Seoa tomorrow, so tomorrow’s broadcast will be a bit shorter.

I ask for the viewers’ understanding. Thank you.

ㄴWhoa! Offline appointment! Two people’s red pill drinking? ㄷㄷ;;

[up 272]

ㄴCould this be? Polar Bear’s tears!? Global warming and all that

[up 241]

ㄴI’m 100% in favor of this couple [up 201]

“……”

Polar Bear’s tears will freeze to d*ath.

Once again, I realize that there are truly strange folks in this world.

Especially in the anonymously protected world of the internet.

“Don’t be nervous. Honestly, aside from the red pill, it’s nothing much. It’s just a light meal we’re having.”

There was no need to attach much significance to it.

Now that we’ve been together in the same crew for nearly three months, it’s only natural that we’d suggest having a meal together since we lived close.

I was just surprised that Lucia, who typically leans towards being shy, made the first proposal; it was actually quite common.

“By the way, what should I wear tomorrow?”

However, as I glanced through my wardrobe, reality hit me.

After regressing and becoming a TS female, I had stubbornly continued my homebody lifestyle.

My outing attire consisted solely of basic T-shirts in different colors and a few pairs of jeans and cotton pants.

No matter how comfortable the meeting might be, heading out looking disheveled to meet my favorite person felt a bit off, right?

I hurriedly went out.

With five hours left until broadcast time, I had to go buy something.

I dashed to the outlet for shopping.

To be honest, I wasn’t very knowledgeable about women’s clothing, so I sought the clerk’s recommendation, and they said short coats would be trendy this winter.

I bought a sweater to wear underneath and an ivory short coat, along with a few skirts and pants as extras.

After leaving the store, I also picked up a pair or two of matching shoes.

At first, I worried that I might have fallen for the clerk’s sales tactics.

But, as I glanced at my reflection in the subway station mirror on the way back, I couldn’t take my eyes off how attractive I looked.

First of all, my height of 164 cm was hard to believe.

The proportions of my long legs and upper body were simply fantastical, making me feel like a 170 cm model.

Moreover, the smooth waistline without any bulging fat made me feel guilty for indulging in instant food daily.

The slight discomfort from the unbuttoned buttons showcasing my chest was enough to draw the attention of passing men.

With my fair skin and delicate features harmoniously arranged around my straight nose, I truly looked like a character straight out of reality.

Walking around Myeongdong, well-dressed, I could easily receive multiple business cards from entertainment agency managers in a single day?

“Definitely not an ordinary appearance.”

In fact, as I moved along, I could feel the hot gazes from people around me.

At first, I thought it could be a misunderstanding, but seeing it with my own eyes confirmed it.

People were clearly looking at me.

“I’m not even wearing makeup! My skin is just that good…”

I wasn’t sure if I should thank Joo-Ddak for my regression and transformation into a TS female.

No matter how I looked, my appearance seemed fit to debut as a female streamer or a celebrity, yet here I was as a virtual.

I was hit by the saying “excess is as bad as deficiency.”

“Well, it’s not like being attractive is a bad thing. I should just hurry home.”

Since I had always been a homebody, even simple shopping was already draining my energy.

Even though I regularly did bodyweight exercises for health, this was still quite tiring.

It was clear that stamina for exercise and stamina for social activities were on different levels entirely.

I took the subway back and hurried home.

“Yay! I’m home!”

I quickly hung up my clothes, took a shower, and came out, only to realize it was dinner time.

I was exhausted.

After eating, the broadcast time would soon approach.

It was difficult to even enjoy my meal while contemplating today’s content.

Experienced streamers could comfortably eat while broadcasting.

I wondered how thick-skinned one had to be to pull that off.

I hadn’t reached that level yet, so I prepared a simple meal and brought it in front of my computer.

I searched for Mayo’s broadcast and quickly logged in.

I needed to monitor while I ate.

“Hey? Seoa, you’re here? Seo-ha, Seo-ha!”

Our crew members had set each other as broadcast managers, so we could immediately know when someone logged into a broadcast.

I watched while managing Mayo’s broadcast.

“Hmm. As expected, it’s League of Legends.”

Recently, Mayo had been focusing on League of Legends.

Though this year was already over, she even declared that she wanted to participate in next year’s League of Legends Destruction Battle.

Since the finals of the League of Legends Destruction Battle would definitely be offline, she’d need to reveal her red pill, but she said it wouldn’t matter because she could just wear a mask.

What kind of mindset was so cool about that?

It was clear that Mayo’s thought process was structured as League of Legends > virtual.

Seriously, she seemed like a truly crazy fan of League of Legends.

But, there was nothing wrong with that.

League of Legends was always a popular game in demand.

There was a reason why all those big company streamers had one foot in League of Legends.

In that sense, during the last meeting, I suggested to Mayo that she should pick a team she likes the most in the LCK to do a support broadcast.

Having a popular team behind one could give an advantage in viewership during streaming.

If lucky, such broadcasts could even generate genuine fans from those flows.

Mayo’s reaction, though playful, was clearly positive.

“I’ve always adored Faker, but now I’m supposed to worship him on a broadcast too? Of course, that’s totally possible.”

“Eh? Totally possible? That’s a word even old-timers don’t use. Our youngest member seems to have diminished in age. Should we do an ID check?”

“……”

Ha! I got back at the old-timer remarks I heard before.

Anyway, Mayo was as serious about League of Legends as she was about eating mayo every day.

So, I seriously pondered.

If Mayo truly wanted to participate in the Destruction Battle, then I needed to help her get into CK beforehand.

I had felt it last time too; solo queue and team games were worlds apart.

“Honestly, I’m a bit worried. After all, Mayo has a tendency to speak her mind without restraint.”

While I could introduce her, I honestly worried she might cause a ruckus.

So, I was still gauging the situation.

How well could Mayo control her emotions during a broadcast?

“Ugh! Stupid jungle, you’re dead! Our jungle is at top, what’s our jungle doing? Jungle difference, jungle difference, hey hey hey!”

“……”

It seemed like it would take a bit more time before I could recommend Mayo for the CK team.