Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 66

“Hello, everyone~”

It’s my first time watching someone else stream.

I flopped onto the bed right behind the desk, where Maho was sitting in her gaming chair, hosting the stream.

Oh, this is comfy.

It feels much better than the bed at my parents’ house.

“As I announced beforehand, we have a guest today. So, guest… what are you doing?”

Maho, handling the stream skillfully, looked for me, only to find me lying down behind her. She gave me a bewildered look.

“You smell nice.”

“Hah, come here and say hi already.”

Right, I should say hi.

I reluctantly got up from the soft bed.

I can’t just laze around after coming to someone else’s place.

“I’m Miro. I’m today’s guest.”

-Welcome, Miro

-Haha, she ran away here, huh

-Hehe

-We’re not doing *Civilization* today, right?

Among Maho’s fanbase, the Mahoski, some of the Mirodan appeared in the chat.

Seeing this, the chat content definitely seemed a bit more intense. I’m glad I gave a heads-up before the stream started.

“Everyone, this is Maho’s stream, so please keep things appropriate. If you get banned without mercy, it’s not my fault.”

It won’t just be “without mercy”—you’ll probably be banned ruthlessly.

I’m pretty sure one of the viewers I just saw got hit with a three-day ban.

I had already asked Maho’s stream moderator to handle the chat.

I told them to ban anyone who wasn’t my viewer or was causing trouble without hesitation if they were using inappropriate language.

Since I’m in someone else’s stream, I need to keep things strict.

Relaxing the rules is something I save for my own stream.

-Understood!

-We’ll behave

-We’re sorry… please don’t ban us…

“That’s right. Mirodans, please keep your dignity.”

-Yes, we understand ^^7

-Dignity…? Do we even have that?

-Hmm… doesn’t the streamer lack dignity too?

Well, if they were going to listen to what I said, they wouldn’t be Mirodans… But I guess this should be enough.

“Is it over?”

“Yes, you can go ahead now.”

After making my request, or rather, plea, to the Mirodans, I passed the reins back to Maho.

Since I’m just a guest today, I’ll leave the hosting to Maho.

“Shall we do what we’ve prepared in advance?”

Before the stream started, the other members of the Celestial Project, except for me, had prepared some things…

“…we’ll do this.”

As Maho said that, she pulled up an image on the screen.

It was a background illustration that was a bit crooked, with large text written across it.

It said, “QnA.”

Maho had suggested that answering questions together would be fun, and I had agreed to the idea.

-Ohhh

-Haha, nice

-This will be interesting

Thus, we began the Q&A session, where we answered questions from the viewers.

The questions were varied, ranging from our first impressions of each other to things we wanted to do in the future, how we became close, and how we spent time outside of streaming.

As we sincerely answered the questions, time flew by quickly, and just as we were contemplating moving on to the next segment, another question came in.

[Thank you for the 5,000 won donation, OO-nim!]

“What was the most challenging thing for both of you while streaming?”

Upon seeing the donation message, I began to think about how to answer.

The most difficult thing? What could it be?

To be honest, compared to regular office workers, isn’t this a much easier way to earn money?

Not that I’m saying being a streamer is an easy job. After all, there’s the harsh reality of popularity metrics.

“Hmm… for me…”

Maho was the first to speak up.

“I think it’s preparing content. It’s not just about the hard work involved in getting ready. It’s more about the fact that I’m showing something I’ve planned to all of you, so I tend to get affected by the feedback and reactions from the viewers.”

I was a bit surprised by her unexpectedly serious answer.

Now that I think about it, that makes sense.

Preparing content means that the outcome is entirely your responsibility, so it’s understandable that sensitive streamers would struggle with the reactions from viewers.

-Awwww

-We’re sorry ㅠㅠ

-Should we… bang our heads?

It seemed like the chat was now filled with tearful apologies.

Unlike the Mirodans, Maho’s fanbase, the Mahoskis, are fiercely loyal.

I wish my viewers could learn a thing or two from them.

“Ah, I feel a bit shy now. So, Miro, when do you feel most challenged?”

Maho passed the baton to me with a slightly embarrassed expression, but honestly, I didn’t have much to say.

What’s been difficult for me?

There probably aren’t many people who stream as comfortably as I do.

Preparing for streams is one thing, but my personality doesn’t really stress over things like that.

In a positive light, I’m an optimist, but if you look at it negatively, you could say I keep running the happiness circuit in my mind over and over again.

“I’m, um… to be completely honest, I don’t really have anything that’s difficult for me.”

“What? Seriously?”

Maho looked at me like I was joking, but what can I do if I really don’t have anything challenging?

“It’s just that my streaming style doesn’t require me to prepare much. If I were doing solo streams, it might be harder, but since The Six does all the prep work, I feel like I’m just spoon-fed everything.”

“Ugh, isn’t that a bit too much?”

Too much? Sure, you could call it that.

But what can I say? I’m just that lucky.

“Besides… I’m living life on easy mode…”

“Wow, seriously. Mirodan, is it okay if I punch Miro just once?”

“Why are you asking them?”

“Because I don’t need to ask you.”

As she said that, Maho’s fist inched a bit closer to me.

There’s no way she’d actually punch me, but if she did, I’d probably be knocked out.

“Whoa, calm down. We still have more content to do, remember?”

“What?”

“We still have to do the cooking stream. If you hit me now, you’ll have to cook and do all the dishes by yourself.”

“That’s a pretty good point, huh?”

Despite her exasperated tone, Maho slowly lowered her fist. Looks like she’s letting this go.

“Alright. Shall we move on to the cooking segment?”

“Hmph, well, since you’re insisting, I guess I have no choice.”

And so, we smoothly transitioned from the Q&A to the cooking stream.

I had set up everything for the cooking segment. After all, I had gained some experience during the last Miro 24-hour stream, so I was handling the setup with ease.

“Do I really have to wear this?”

“Of course.”

Maho looked skeptically at the mask I pulled out from my bag during the setup, then shook her head and set it down.

“You’re not going to wear it?”

“I think just wearing a regular mask will be enough.”

“Tch.”

I felt a little disappointed watching her put on a black mask instead. Honestly, what are the chances of another accident like last time?

That’s just an excuse—I really just wanted to see Maho wearing the mask, but oh well, missed opportunity.

…

“Shall I turn it on now?”

“Yes, go ahead and turn it on.”

We started the cooking stream on Maho’s account.

I could’ve used mine, but wasn’t everyone already in Maho’s stream? No need to confuse things.

“Is it live?”

“Yeah, take a look.”

Since the stream was running on Maho’s phone, I monitored it on mine and kept an eye on the chat.

“Looks good.”

“All that’s left is to cook.”

“Well then… shall we begin?”

Maho’s kitchen had a decent array of cooking tools and ingredients.

Of course, it couldn’t compare to what Mrs. Jang had packed from home, but for a single-person apartment, it was quite well-equipped.

“Alright, can you grab the kimchi over there?”

“Sure, should I get the eggs too?”

“Ah, yes, let’s take the eggs out ahead of time as well.”

Today’s dish was kimchi fried rice.

It’s easy to make, and there are a few fun things to show off, like my flashy egg-frying skills.

“You better not mess up this time.”

“That time, it was because of the oil… I won’t make that mistake again.”

I wasn’t about to repeat the same mistake.

-Oh, so it was the oil, huh

-Oil really is the villain, isn’t it?

-So many excuses

The viewers teased me, but I kept my focus on the cooking.

After all, it’s kimchi fried rice. Without proper concentration, it could easily get burned.

With the determination of a warrior facing their greatest foe, I completed the dish, and it looked fantastic from the start.

“Wow, what’s this?”

“Well, I made it.”

-Whoa, that looks amazing!

-Why are you so good at this?

-Haha, I’m impressed

-It’s a bit too flawless, where’s the fun in that?

“It’s not just flawless, it’s well done.”

“Wow, it tastes great!”

Maho gave me a thumbs-up, smiling with satisfaction. I felt proud of the compliment.

Looks like I’ve pretty much mastered cooking now, huh?

Maybe I could even do this regularly on stream and help Mrs. Jang out a bit with her workload.

With praise and cheers from the chat, we wrapped up the meal.

After finishing the ice cream we had for dessert, the time for the much-anticipated event was drawing near.

“So, it’s almost time for the premiere, right?”

“Yeah, it’s just around the corner now.”

Up until now, I hadn’t given it much thought, but with the premiere approaching, a palpable tension filled the room.

-I’m so excited!

-Let’s stream it non-stop!

-Gotta make it onto the charts this time, haha

The viewers, on the other hand, were visibly excited. And why wouldn’t they be? They just had to enjoy it without any worries.

I felt a bit envious, but quickly shook it off.

How could I ignore the tension of this moment?

Still, compared to when we released our first album, I felt more confident. The music was obviously good, and this time, I was also looking forward to the music video. After all, we’d already teased something cool in the intro.

It’s going to be great—no, it *has* to be great.

With that anxious feeling, Maho and I sat side by side, watching the countdown to the premiere. The 10 minutes we had before had shrunk to 5, then 1, and now we were down to the final 30-second countdown.

“Wow, Miro, what do I do? I’m so nervous.”

“I’m nervous too, so please don’t talk to me.”

“You? Nervous?”

“What do you think I am?”

“No, it’s just… you don’t seem like the type…”

-Miro? Nervous? Haha, yeah right

-She’s totally faking it, lol

-She’s just thinking about playing *Civilization* again

-That’s classic Miro

Even the viewers joined in, teasing me, but I didn’t have time to respond.

The countdown was already at 10 seconds!

“I really hope it goes well.”

This song *has* to do well. It’s important for us to keep the momentum of this Celestial Project going strong.

I want to stay in this industry for a long time.

I want to see it grow, with second and third generations coming in, and watch the company expand. Imagine us becoming like those big VTubers in the mainland, where just getting together is enough to create content. It’d be amazing to have dozens of members coming together for special events—that would make a great scene, wouldn’t it?

And as a first-gen member, I’ll enjoy all the recognition that comes with it.

Watching the countdown, I imagined that blissful future, filled with happiness.

Suddenly, it was down to 5 seconds. I could hear Maho gulping beside me.

Then 4.

3.

2.

1.

The countdown hit 0, and the screen went black for a moment.

Out of the dark background, small glowing dots began to appear, gradually filling the sky, creating a stunning starry night.

Amidst the picturesque night sky, a single red light soared upwards.

And when it exploded, we realized it was fireworks.

More red lights started rising from the ground, one by one, eventually lighting up the sky with artificial brilliance.

When about half of the sky was covered in these lights, the camera tilted downward, as if searching for the source.

And there they were: six beautiful girls in school uniforms.

Beneath the sparkling field, illuminated by both natural starlight and the artificial glow of the fireworks, the girls smiled brightly as they launched more fireworks into the sky.

The sound of fireworks slowly morphed into the beat of a drum, and a melody began to flow.

[Aah~]

A clear and pure voice followed soon after.

This time, it wasn’t me singing the intro—it was Roah.

Her delicate voice perfectly matched the soft lyrics, which floated like the night air.

…These lyrics are so *Roah.*

Of course, I’m talking about VTuber Roah, not the real Roah.

As each member started to sing, the background changed, just like in the teaser video—showing streets, schools, and more.

Roah, Mile, and Maho passed through the scenes.

And then, with the melody I’d heard countless times in the recording studio, my part finally came, accompanied by a swimming pool setting.

“Ah.”

As soon as Miro’s character appeared on screen, the lyrics I had recorded while blushing furiously in the studio flooded back to me.

The moment that memory hit, I tried to stand up and make my escape.

But—wham!

Maho’s long arm caught me immediately.

“Unni?”

“What are you doing? You need to watch it all.”

“Nooo!”

And then, Miro’s character started to sing on screen.

With ridiculously narcissistic lyrics, my voice belted out phrases that made me cringe internally.