Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 145

I was heading to Japan.
This was my second trip, but unlike the first, which was with my family, I was going alone.

So, early in the morning, I grabbed my suitcase and made my way to the airport.
The airport was bustling despite the early hour—it must’ve been the post-New Year rush.
With my appearance, I could feel eyes on me wherever I went, but being alone with a suitcase seemed to attract even more attention.

Since the last time I marveled at my makeup, I’d been putting more effort into my appearance. It felt like the stares had only increased.

People nearby were whispering, debating if I was a celebrity. Their voices, though hushed, still reached my ears. Before any rumors spread, I bought a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

But…

“Excuse me, are you—?”

Now people were approaching me with even more confidence. I sighed and tucked the sunglasses back into my bag. They were only making things worse.

To avoid causing a scene, I moved to a quiet corner of the airport to wait for my flight.

This situation made me think of Kang Hana. Didn’t she mention frequently traveling abroad? As a real celebrity, dealing with this kind of attention must be exhausting for her.

Feeling a new level of empathy for celebrities, I boarded the plane and settled into my window seat.
The plane took off smoothly.

Since Tokyo wasn’t far, we’d arrive quickly. I stared absentmindedly out the window at the landscape below. But as we flew, I started to feel nervous.

This wasn’t just a vacation. I had work to do. And I’d be visiting Tenshi-san’s studio.

If The Six saw it, they might feel a twinge of envy—Japan’s VTuber scene was bound to have a completely different scale.
The question was: could I navigate the city and find the studio on my own?

What if I got lost at the airport?

While I’d grown somewhat accustomed to Japanese subways, airports were a whole different story.

These anxious thoughts followed me until the plane landed.

But my worries vanished as soon as I saw her.

“Ah!”

Far in the distance, I spotted someone with lavender hair, waving a large placard and jumping up and down.

“SUHYUN! Over here!”

It was Tenshi-san, who had come to greet me at the airport, holding a huge sign.

[Welcome to Japan, Suhyun!]

The sign was fairly standard, though unnecessarily large and brightly colored.

“Wow, thanks for meeting me at the airport.”
I meant it sincerely.

Tenshi-san tilted her head, puzzled.

“You told me you’d get lost if I didn’t come, didn’t you?”
“Ahaha, I didn’t mean it as a threat…”

Okay, maybe I had hinted at wanting her to meet me. Traveling alone, even to a friendly country, could be daunting when you didn’t speak the language well. Having a local pick you up was reassuring.

“Follow me! Just stick with me, and you’ll be fine!”

Despite her petite frame, Tenshi-san exuded confidence as she navigated us effortlessly through the airport.

From buying tickets to leading me to the subway, she handled everything seamlessly. All I had to do was follow her.

This must be why people hire local guides—it was so convenient.

When we reached the city center, I couldn’t help but marvel.
While the tourist-heavy spots I visited on my family trip were impressive, the urban core of Japan felt entirely different.

Was this how Tenshi-san felt when she visited Seoul? No wonder she kept looking around so much—it was hard not to.

“Well? What do you think of Japan’s skyscraper jungle?” she asked proudly.
“It’s impressive. The people are interesting, too.”

Not just the buildings, but the fashion stood out. In Korea, everyone wore puffy parkas in the winter, but here, most people wore coats.

“Huh? You think Japanese people are interesting?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth. So, where to next?”
“First, let’s eat!”

Food? It made sense since it was about lunchtime, though I’d expected we’d head straight to the studio.

“Shouldn’t we go to the studio first?”
“Hey, you’re Korean, aren’t you? And Koreans live on food! Let’s fill up first!”

Who was the Korean here? Her accent was flawless now.

She led me to a popular restaurant she’d reserved in advance. Judging by the line outside, it was quite the hotspot.

“This place is amazing!” she chirped.
“It must be, with a line like that.”
“You’ll be shocked when you try it!”

The tonkatsu lived up to the hype.

The thick, juicy pork cutlet and crispy batter weren’t exactly gourmet, but it was the kind of comfort food anyone could enjoy.

“Wow, this is delicious.”
“Right?!”

Maybe it tasted even better because of the care Tenshi-san had put into finding and reserving the place.

Food isn’t just about the ingredients—it’s about the price, atmosphere, and the effort someone puts into sharing it with you.

This first meal of my trip was a resounding success.

After lunch, I thought we’d finally head to the studio, but…

“This way! Come on!”

“Where are we going now?”
“To a dessert shop!”

That much was obvious from the signage.

“Aren’t we supposed to go to the studio?”
“We’ll go later!”

If she said it was fine, then I supposed it was fine. Work could wait.

Next came photos, then more exploring.
Tenshi-san’s phone buzzed repeatedly as we wandered, but I chose to ignore it.

“Here we are—the studio!”

After a day of sightseeing and indulgence, we finally arrived at a building just outside the city center.

At first glance, it seemed like a compact office building, but it was far from small.

“This is the studio’s building?”
“Nope! This entire building is the studio!”

“…Excuse me?”

The whole building?

“Ahaha, technically, it’s the company’s headquarters and the studio!”

Whether they built or bought it, owning an entire new building was impressive.

“Wow…”

The scale here was on another level.

Just how much money did a Japanese VTuber agency pull in to afford something like this?

Feeling a little overwhelmed, I followed Tenshi-san inside.

The interior was warm and modern, with a sleek, polished aesthetic.

“Let’s head to the lounge! I already told the manager you’d be here!”

While I marveled at the building’s grandeur, Tenshi-san led me to a lounge area.

The lounge wasn’t much different from ours back home—comfortable seating, a table, and a spread of snacks, including some uniquely Japanese treats.

I was inspecting the unfamiliar snacks when the door suddenly opened.

Thud!

A woman hurried in, slightly out of breath.

Adjusting her glasses, she spotted me and froze, staring.

“Mi… Miro-san?”

“Ah, uh… yes.”

Her voice was surprisingly strong, contrasting with her frazzled appearance.

She turned sharply to glare at Tenshi-san, who immediately flinched.

“Tenshi!”

“Hiii!”

Even Tenshi-san was startled by her tone.

“Who… who is this?” I asked.

Sweating nervously, Tenshi-san mumbled, “She’s… uh… my manager.”

Oh.

Everything clicked.

So all that wandering earlier wasn’t okay after all.

After apologizing profusely, Tenshi-san was whisked away for an emergency meeting. I was left alone in the lounge, pondering the balance between work and play.

As I idly scrolled through photos of our day in the city, the lounge door opened again.

“Oh, you’re here!”

Expecting Tenshi-san, I looked up, only to see a completely unfamiliar face.

“Uh… dare desu ka?”

The woman, wearing a plain coat and round glasses, seemed equally startled to see me.

“Are you… Korean?”

Her flawless Korean surprised me.

“…You speak Korean?”
“Figured you were! I can speak a little.”

Turns out, my nationality was written all over me.

“So, what brings you here?”
“Well, uh… I came with a friend.”

The woman’s eyes widened in realization.

“Is your friend Tenshi-chan?”
“Uh, yeah.”

“Ah, I knew it! You’re today’s guest!”

Apparently, my arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Welcome to Japan, Miro-san!”

The woman held out her hand with a bright smile.
Taken aback, I shook it cautiously.

“Thanks… and you are?”

“I’m Izakaya Sake!”

“…Excuse me?”