Regarding the Matter of Beautiful Girls Relentlessly Seeking My Body (Experience Points)
Ain-nyan’s Reputation Recovery Plan: A Simple Strategy
Ain-nyan’s plan to clear her name is quite simple.
All she has to do is prove that she can level up without doing anything lewd. In other words, during a live broadcast, she just needs to wear a level counter and hold my hand the entire time. That’s it.
However, there are two main problems with this plan.
The first is that my existence might be exposed. After all, there shouldn’t be anyone else in the world who can make someone level up just by holding their hand. If people start questioning whether there’s an insanely experienced guy out there, well… that’s fine.
The reason I’ve been hiding my experience in the first place was because of the situation with Yura-chan. But now that I know she’s alive, well, and doesn’t resent me, there’s not much reason to keep it a secret anymore.
The second problem is that Ain-nyan has to endure pleasure during the live broadcast.
If she ends up moaning and gasping things like “Ah, no, stop!” while trying to prove she’s not doing anything lewd, it’ll only add fuel to the fire.
That’s why she has to act in a way that doesn’t give off any suggestive vibes at all.
Right now, Ain-nyan’s level is 95. The goal is 100. If she can gain five levels in about an hour-long stream, people should be convinced.
Whether she can endure it for that long is up to her.
The time is 7:58 PM.
Dressed as her online persona, Ai-Nyan, Ain-nyan sits on the bed, staring at the streaming smartphone she’s set up. She has another phone in her hand for checking comments.
I take my position out of view, waiting for the stream to start.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Start.
“Konnyanko~! DTuber Ai-Nyan’s live stream is starting, nya~!”
With Ain-nyan’s energetic greeting, the live broadcast begins.
I check the comments on my phone. Since this is her first stream after the controversy, the comment section is moving fast.
Comments:
“Konnyanko~”
“Konnyanko~!”
“Slut.”
“Been waiting.”
“Disappear.”
“Hello!”
“Whore.”
“Are you okay?”
“Get lost, trolls.”
“Did you move?”
“Apologize.”
“Die.”
Around 30% of the comments are harassment. Not as many as I expected, but each one is cruel.
Ain-nyan must have noticed, but she keeps smiling as she continues.
“The comments sure are lively today, nya~! Nyahaha, I know why, though…”
She lets out a wry smile before pulling out a cardboard box with a major online retailer’s logo on it.
“Ta-da! I bought this just for today— a level counter! Still completely sealed and brand new, nya! By the way, this box is unnecessarily big, isn’t it?”
From the rather large cardboard box, she pulls out a package about the size of a tissue box. It’s tightly wrapped in plastic and labeled “Contact-Type Precision Dungeon Explorer Ability Measurement Device.”
It’s the same model used by the Dungeon Management Bureau.
“Nyan, this is turning into an unboxing video, but… let’s open it, nya~!”
She shows the sealed box to the camera from all angles to prove it’s real before unsealing it.
Inside is a bracelet-like device connected to a tabletop monitor, similar to a blood pressure monitor.
After fiddling with the attachments and reading the thick manual for a bit, Ain-nyan sticks out her tongue playfully.
“Nya, nya… I don’t really get it, but I just have to put it on my wrist and press the button, right?”
The comment section immediately floods with reactions:
Comments:
“Read the manual, lol.”
“That thing’s expensive, right?”
“Slut.”
“Dumb cat lol.”
“Well, the Dungeon Bureau does use these.”
“Quit streaming.”
“What are you even trying to do with that?”
The insults keep coming.
Ignoring the comments, Ain-nyan straps the device onto her wrist, turns it on, and presses the button. The screen displays “Measuring…” before showing the result:
DLv: 95.27
Basically, Level 95 with a bit extra.
The moment the numbers appear, the chat erupts.
Comments:
“Confirmed slut.”
“Trash.”
“So you really are a whore.”
“Weren’t you Level 50 just a little while ago?”
“Quit being a DTuber.”
Ignoring the chaos, Ain-nyan speaks.
“Because my level shot up so fast, people are calling me a slut and a whore, and honestly, it’s been rough, nya. So! I came up with a plan to clear my name!
Introducing: ‘Ai-Nyan, the EXP-Stealing Cat?! Leveling Up Just by Holding Hands! Let’s Reach Level 100!’”
She claps her hands excitedly, but the reaction remains cold.
Comments:
“Impossible.”
“Yeah, right.”
“That’s not happening.”
“I heard about a dungeon diver who does this to help his blind little sister, and his super high-level cousin is helping him out, nya! Come on in, Onii!”
She calls me in, but of course, I can’t reveal myself.
I wave my hand in front of the camera, keeping the rest of my body hidden.
“Alright, let’s start holding hands, nya! No way my viewers are so prude they’d call me a slut just for that, right?”
She preemptively shuts down potential criticism before slowly reaching for my hand.
Now comes Ain-nyan’s real challenge— staying composed and normal until she reaches Level 100.
She squeezes my hand tightly.
DLv: 95.27 → 95.29 → 95.32 → 95.35
The numbers steadily increase. The chat explodes.
Comments:
“Wait, WHAT?!”
“No way!”
“Fake video, lol.”
“Human glitch spotted.”
“Marry me, Onii.”
“This should be a Guinness World Record…”
“The Dungeon Bureau is gonna investigate!”
“Onii is a national treasure.”
“…………………………”
Ain-nyan stays silent, head down.
I start to worry. Please, endure this.
Just before the chat settles, she lifts her face.
“Okay~! So, as you can see, my onii is a total EXP monster!”
The numbers continue rising as she speaks.
“What do you think, nya? Do you believe me now?”
The reaction is split— some are genuinely amazed, while others remain skeptical, assuming the numbers are faked.
“Fufu~♡ It looks like some people still don’t believe me, nya. So! Once I hit Level 100, I’ll prove it with a skill demonstration!
At Level 100, I’ll unlock the skill Shadow Bind! The effect? Well, you’ll just have to wait and see, nya~!”
That was the real reason for choosing Level 100— proving the level-up was real by using a skill that can’t be faked.
“This is gonna be a long one, nya. Hope you’ll stick with me!”
And so, Ain-nyan’s trial of endurance began.
