Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber

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As I quietly sat and observed Seo Eun-ha conversing with the manager, I began to get a rough idea of what kind of person she might be.

“So, I really think I made the right choice back then, and um… yes, you see, the whole concept of VTubers originated in Japan, right? It all started when a woman referred to herself as a virtual idol, and that’s how it was defined…”

Can you believe that this talkative girl was the same one who had been mumbling shyly until just moments ago?

Yeah, she was just a timid otaku.

Someone who, having no experience in socializing, just shrinks back until a topic she knows comes up, at which point she spills her knowledge like a broken faucet.

She’s just an otaku you can find anywhere.

I sighed internally and merely munched on the snacks on the table.

I had plenty of questions I wanted to ask too, but strangely, I felt I would connect better with that girl.

However, given how I had already caused a scene during my earlier meeting with Harbin, I kept silent.

Still, there was one question I really wanted to ask, but I was preparing my approach.

“I see… I appreciate your enthusiasm. So, what kind of broadcast are you aiming for after you pass?”

“…Well, the truth is, I’m inherently shy and have trouble expressing my wishes, you know?”

Yeah, I could tell without her saying it.

But what kind of broadcast planning could require such an introduction?

“Because of that, I want to show my true self on the broadcast, honestly.”

That mindset is good. After all, no matter how hard you try to hide it, the truth will eventually come out.

It’s better to show everything from the start and attract a concrete viewer base who will appreciate that side of you.

As I nodded in agreement with Seo Eun-ha’s opinion, she added something after a brief moment of hesitation.

“…Just like Miro.”

Hmm? Who?

“Oh, like Miro…”

“Yes, she’s my idol. The truth is, I decided to apply for the second generation after watching Miro. Her confidence and the way she expresses herself honestly while being loved is just…”

Wait a minute.

I wanted to close my ears.

Couldn’t you keep it down since Miro is right here?

Hearing such praise directed at me feels way too embarrassing.

“Well… Miro is certainly honest.”

The manager next to me seemed a little flustered as Eun-ha brought that up.

But from what I’ve observed of this girl, once she changes the topic, it seems she doesn’t care about the gazes around her.

“Honestly, her honesty coming from that confidence is the best… Plus, her voice is truly amazing. She sings well and interacts with the viewers superbly. As I’ve tried to do my research to become a VTuber, I realized that Miro is fantastic at handling her viewers. I didn’t realize it while being part of it, but thinking from a broadcaster’s perspective… it’s impressive.”

I get it. I get it.

But can we wrap this up now?

My face might have turned red at this point.

“Ah! Manager, do you also manage Miro?”

At that moment, Eun-ha asked the manager a question I had never heard her voice so bright before.

“Well, I’m in charge of all the first generation members, you see.”

“Then… how does Miro act in private? Is it the same as when she’s broadcasting?”

Um, are you really asking that next to me?

In an instant, the manager and I exchanged glances.

We both glanced at each other, and then our eyes met.

And in that fleeting moment, I conveyed my thoughts through my gaze.

You better answer wisely.

Since that junior likes me so much, I have to speak properly.

However, while that might have worked in the past, it’s clear that the manager is now very familiar with me.

She’s not someone who would catch onto my subtle hints.

“Hmm… well, I guess it’s pretty much the same.”

“Is that so?”

“Cheeky and rambling nonsense.”

“Excuse me?”

No, no, what are you talking about?

Look at Eun-ha’s surprised eyes; I can’t ruin this 20-year-old girl’s pure spirit.

“Manager, that’s going too far with the jokes.”

In the end, I had no choice but to intervene.

Not for my sake, but for the sake of preserving the girl’s innocence.

“But who’s that person over there…?”

Thinking about it, she might know the manager, but not me.

So I should introduce myself.

“I’m the manager currently handling Miro.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’m managing Miro’s overall schedule one-on-one while the general manager oversees everything.”

“Wait, really?!”

“Yes, I’m aware of all of Miro’s schedules.”

While there’s a bit of a fib mixed in, the truth ratio is high enough for it to be more or less correct.

“Oh…”

“The general manager was just joking, but Miro is a little different in private.”

“Oh, how so?”

“Yes, she’s a bit more composed and considerate.”

“Wow… really?”

“Of course, it doesn’t mean the persona on-air is fake, but you could say she’s much calmer.”

As I said this with a gentle smile, her face turned red as she glanced away.

Yeah, yeah, that level of charm can really be overwhelming.

And for someone as inexperienced in socializing as her, it must be utterly convincing.

“Do you have any other questions about Miro? If you do, I’ll let you know.”

Originally, I was going to ask who the most liked member of the first generation was, but that question became unnecessary.

It’s obvious that this girl regards Miro as her ultimate favorite.

Ask whatever you want; it’s time for a little fan service.

“Really?”

“Of course. Ask anything.”

“Really, anything at all?”

I was ready to tell her anything, but now that she asked so insistently, it feels a bit intimidating.

What’s taking her so long to ask?

“Um, just go ahead. If it’s within my limits, I’ll answer.”

“Okay, then….”

“Could it be…”

“Does Miro have a boyfriend?”

Hearing that question immediately set off alarm bells in my head.

Oh.

This girl, no, this woman is dangerous.

“Um… I hear she doesn’t have one.”

I maintained a poker face as I answered, and Eun-ha’s expression brightened.

“Right? That’s true, right?”

“Yes, she probably has no experience either.”

“Phew… I see…”

Why are you so relieved? This is seriously getting scary.

Can I just leave now? The manager can handle the rest of the discussion by herself, right?

As a senior from the first generation, there’s no question I could possibly ask that’s useful.

I’m just here sweating profusely.

The second-generation trainees already seem intimidating.

One, because I’ve committed a sin.

Another, simply because they are intimidating.

Did the manager sitting next to me pick up on my anxious vibe?

She subtly turned her head and locked eyes with me, nodding slightly.

Okay, that must be a sign that I can leave now.

“Ah! Is it already that time…?”

With that, I turned away from the aspiring junior who looked disappointed to see me leave and exited the reception room.

What a tiring experience. I should never do this again.

More importantly, I shouldn’t mention what happened today during the broadcast, right?

The manager said it would make a good story later, but who knows…

I’m pretty sure I won’t share this on air.

It’s definitely not a story I’d want to remember…

After leaving the company with such a complicated feeling, I headed to Hyeon-su’s Workshop for the first time in a while.

Now that I think about it, we haven’t seen each other much since the last album release. Are we working on a new one?

Of course, if they ask me for a featuring again, I’ll have to decline.

I’ve gained enough recognition now, so they’d probably hire someone else professional.

But hey, I can finally play the guitar in full. Are they planning any busking events?

I can’t shake off the experience from that performance.

I want to do it again someday, no matter when.

If nothing else works, maybe I’ll coax the Celestial Realm Project members to join?

If we do a live band performance as collaborative content… that might actually be a good idea.

The response couldn’t possibly be negative.

At any rate, I’ll have to propose it later.

As I pondered about future content like a professional broadcaster, I soon found myself standing in front of Hyeon-su’s Workshop.

Perfect, there aren’t any people on the street today.

If they were filming for a variety show or something again, I would have immediately turned around, but it seems lucky that’s not the case.

With a present in one hand, I stepped into the building of Hyeon-su’s Workshop to make a surprise appearance.

I could hear noise echoing even down the hallway leading to the basement.

It sounds lively, suggesting some fun event is going on.

I’m curious about what it could be.

Given the atmosphere, Miro can’t possibly be absent from the fun.

Pushing the door open, I saw familiar faces.

Both Hyeon-su and Ah-young were there, along with Kang-hyeok and other band members.

What a surprise, they’re all here!

And there’s an unfamiliar man laughing among them.

Who is that?

He looks somewhat extraordinary.

Since Hyeon-su seems unbothered by him, he must be a celebrity, right?

Considering how he’s dressed up, he might even be an idol.

Anyway, I’ve opened the door.

All the attention is rapidly turning toward me.

Um…

This is slightly overwhelming since everyone’s looking at me; what should my first words be?

“Um… is that person a friend of Hyeon-su’s?”

At that moment, the unfamiliar man I just saw blinked at me, then paused for a moment before speaking.

“I’m Hyeon-su’s big fan.”

“Oh.”

The unfamiliar man’s lips part slightly.

“Just kidding, don’t believe that.”

Of course, by the time Kang-hyeok chimed in, his mouth was already clamped shut.