My Childhood Friend Who Was Doing Personal V-Tubing Got Ntr’d by a Singer (LOL), but I’ve Decided to Just Sit Back and Watch the Two of Them Roll Down the Hill of Life and Fall Into Ruin - Chapter 1: Why Does the Childhood Friend Get Stolen Away?

Chapter 1: Why Does the Childhood Friend Get Stolen Away?

The setup for the new drone, which I bought with wages from my part-time job and various temporary income, was finished, and while testing the live stream with the auto-tracking function, it seemed to be working normally.

It was mainly a small-scale stream aimed at real-life friends and acquaintances, but as I watched comments coming in from friends who were joining me for the test, I let out a relieved breath with my hand on my chest.

The drone was tracking me from a little behind, so the live stream turned out like a third-person shooter game. Hmm, the power of science is amazing!

By the way, I remembered that I had some business at Himeko’s place—Himeko Urakiri, who lives nearby and is both my childhood friend and my girlfriend—and I decided to test it out while taking a walk there.

Himeko does personal Vtuber activities on her own, but the “shell” design was begged from my mom, who works in illustration, and I animate it with Live2D, do the video editing, and post it.

Himeko is a completely ordinary girl like any other out there—for example, she is not some beautiful girl who appears in anime, manga, or light novels—but she originally had a cute, anime-like voice. When Himeko said she wanted to do V, I studied video editing and Live2D to somehow make it possible to post. By the way, Mom is a freelance illustrator who also draws illustrations for light novels that got turned into TV anime. Pretty impressive, right?

These days, Himeko has become what you could call a mid-tier personal V with a fair number of listeners attached—not hugely popular, but known to those in the know.

While thinking about such things as I walked toward Himeko’s house, in a back street with no people around, I spotted a tall man and a girl about my age locked in a sticky kiss by the side of a car parked on the roadside. On a path where people come and go… I thought, but I recognized the girl with the chestnut brown bob cut and quiet-looking face.

“You, Himeko?! What the hell are you doing?”

When I called out like that, Himeko, noticing me, flinched in fright and looked at me with wide eyes.

“Tak-kun?! Um, uh, this is…”

Himeko stammered and floundered in panic, and the tall man snorted while shielding her behind him, looking down at me with a mocking gaze.

“Ah, you’re the boyfriend Asher was talking about? You’re seriously lame.”

He eyed me up and down, looking at me with eyes full of ridicule. This isn’t how you act toward someone you just met, what a rude guy, I glared back, but the man didn’t seem to care at all.

Asher is Himeko’s V name, a beautiful girl character named Chōno Asher with an emerald green base.

“Rude, isn’t it? And who exactly are you?”

When I said that with irritation, the man burst into vulgar, roaring laughter.

“What, you don’t know me? I’m the singer Shion Hachiyama. Even a lame weakling guy like you must know me, right?”

What was that again… I’ve heard the name. I think he belongs to some singer group or something, and Himeko said she was a fan. Right, I remembered it because his name came up in conversations with Himeko.

“…I’ve heard the name, but what is Mr. Hachiyama doing in a place like this? Wait, Himeko, you were kissing that guy just now, right?”

As I answered Hachiyama’s question and spoke to Himeko, who was hiding behind him, Hachiyama laughed out loud again.

“Hahaha! Getting all desperate over a kiss or something, you’re such a loser, seriously hilarious. Forget kissing, we’ve already been doing it big time. Since you never made a move no matter how long, Asher is my girl now.”

——I couldn’t process the word “doing it,” and my thoughts froze for a moment. Himeko averted her eyes from me with a guilty look on her face. I see, I see, Himeko, so you’re that kind of person.

“What do you mean? It was Himeko who said we’d hold off on ‘that kind of thing’ until marriage, right? What you’re saying now——”

I tried to question Himeko, but the man who called himself Hachiyama ran up to me, grabbed my collar, and started choking my neck.

“You’re such a dumbass. Asher’s already been banging me like crazy and is totally my girl now—better than some childhood friend who’s been with her for ten years without touching her, she wants a cool singer like me. Got it? Now scram, you loser trash failure.”

With that, Hachiyama shoved me away. I fell on my butt and instinctively put out my hands, but I twisted something, and my wrist hurt.

“Guh?!”

As I held my twisted wrist, Hachiyama kicked my body several times with his foot.

“Haha, how pathetic… Well, no witnesses around, and no one to testify that I used violence anyway. Right, Himeko?”

Hachiyama said that and looked at Himeko.

“Yeah. Tak-kun just tripped on his own and hurt his foot! Tak-kun’s so clumsy.”

Don’t screw with me, it’s obvious I was getting beaten! You betrayed me, Himeko!!!

“See ya, loser. Don’t you dare make eyes at Asher again, or I’ll kill you next time.”

With that, Hachiyama went back to the car and got into the driver’s seat.

“I’m off to bang Asher… no, your precious childhood friend at a hotel all night, so go imagine us doing it and jerk off alone! Tak-kun lolololol”

Hachiyama flipped me off toward me like that, and Himeko got into the passenger seat without looking back at me.

She got stolen away. Betrayed. So that’s how it is. …Along with a sense of emptiness, all my strength drained away at once. As I listened to the sound of the car’s engine fading into the distance, I sat there on the spot.

“What an insane mess, young master!? I got the whole REC crystal clear, Tak-kun-dono. Leave the spreading to me!!!!!!!!”

“Ta-ta-ta-Tak-kun NTR!!!”

“Hello hello. Here’s the festival spot.”

“Singer-kun-san, how many outs did you rack up in this short time? Someone count them quick.”

…Oh right, I was doing a live stream with the drone right now. Friends are posting a bunch of comments. The drone stream caught my cuckolding and Hachiyama’s violence perfectly.