Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

(The book is new and the rating is low so it's just been released. If you're interested, can you skip the waiting period? The author writes 10,000 words a day and updates are plentiful ovo)

(This is a yuri (lesbian) story featuring a cute little mom, a VTuber, a non-system (non-system) romance, a pure love 1v1 story where the main character is pampered by her family. The romance with the female lead might develop slowly, but there are plenty of intimate moments. Take your time reading it!)

(All the witches are over eighteen years old, and the protagonist will grow tentacles later on, those who know, know.)

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Good evening everyone~ It's me, Miya!☆

Outside the apartment building window, the city lights of thousands of homes resembled flowing starlight.

It's already late at night.

The small table next to the bed was a bit messy, with a standee of a handsome anime boy standing alone in the corner.

Next to the signboard lay an empty bag of potato chips, which was stocked up during a sale. When Miya finished the last bag, she licked it clean.

The computer screen glowed softly, displaying a two-dimensional character suit she had drawn herself.

The silver-haired boy's standby screen was playing on a loop, his deep purple eyes half-closed, and a carefully crafted smile on his lips.

The live data panel in the bottom right corner of the screen is still open.

Today's live stream lasted three hours and seventeen minutes, and the peak number of online viewers increased by 20% compared to yesterday.

Miya leaned back against the creaking chair, took off her headphones and casually hung them around her neck. The last song before the live stream ended could still be faintly heard from the headphones.

She rubbed her ears, which were aching from the pressure of the headphones, and stretched out a big yawn.

"It's finally over..."

She cleared her throat, picked up the water bottle on the table, took a sip, and then looked at the barrage of comments still scrolling wildly on the screen.

The live stream has ended, but the remaining comments in the chat room are still flying around.

Colorful text slid from right to left across the screen, too fast for her to see clearly, though a few slower lines were perfectly legible.

[No, please let it play a little longer!]

I haven't heard Lord Miya call me trash yet today.

Please, just say one more insult.

Miya stared at the comments from the little witches and remained silent for a long while.

I bet all the witches this year are sexually repressed.

……

The story begins when Miya was first reincarnated into this world.

Her start was quite unfavorable. As an ordinary college student, it was one thing to be driven crazy by her teammates while playing games, but to be reincarnated into a witch's other world, she was still a poor person.

In this world called Bellavita, witches are born with a special talent. Some are born with [Elemental Control], some with [Potion Mastery], and at the very least, they are born with [Physical Enhancement].

When Miya was reborn and opened her eyes, three large characters appeared before her.

[Acquired Talent]:

Wishing Well Lv1

【Effect】:

Every purchase of 1000 Loren grants one chance to win a prize.

Rewards are random, ranging from "a pack of tissues" to "god-level talent".

The people of Miye were dumbfounded.

Isn't this just like spending money to draw cards?

She was quite happy at the time, because every 1000 Loren spent allowed her to enter a prize draw, and there was even a chance to win an extraordinary talent.

Until she discovered she didn't have a single penny on her.

After her reincarnation, she had no family, no background, no combat ability, and even her magic level was the lowest, F-rank.

In this witch city, you could find anyone on the street and beat them up.

The wishing well, that shabby pool, lay quietly in her consciousness, like a mockery—wanting to become stronger without spending money?

Miya was out of ideas.

Ultimately, what Mi Ye needs most right now is money.

The body she was reborn into was that of an orphan with no family background, no savings, and who had only studied at a magic academy for a year before dropping out because he couldn't afford the tuition.

Others who are reincarnated into another world are either duke's daughters or saintess candidates, but she's in a completely different situation, not even knowing where her next meal will come from.

"Isn't this the end...?"

Back then, Miya squatted on the streets of the witch city of Bellavita, holding her head in her hands, watching the noble little witches in gorgeous robes coming and going, the patrolling knight little witches riding brooms, and the homeless little witches performing magic on the street corners.

Everyone looked so impressive, while she only had enough money left in her pocket to buy a loaf of bread.

No, we'll really starve to death if this continues.

So she decided to take a gamble, spending all her savings and taking out additional online loans in exchange for two chances to win a prize.

The first time she drew a card, she only got a pack of tissues.

Miya stared at the tissue in her hand for a long time, trying to discern some hidden artifact attribute from the thin piece of paper, but in the end she had to accept reality that it really was just a pack of tissues.

But on her second draw, after spending all the money she had saved by scrimping and saving, a golden light shot into the sky from the wishing well.

[Falsetto]:

[Advanced skill capable of perfectly mimicking any voice]

Falsetto?

As we all know, in the world of Bellavita, most of the inhabitants are witches, with only a small portion being humans. This has resulted in a severe imbalance in the male-to-female ratio, with far more women than men.

Holding the skill, Mi Ye couldn't help but think of an idea that could save her from a desperate situation.

She wants to be a Vtuber!

Using the [voice-shifting] skill, I'll create a male VTuber costume to scam these little witches out of their money!

Thus, the male Vtuber [Miya] was born.

The virtual avatar in the live stream was drawn by Mi Ye late at night, stroke by stroke, in front of the screen. After all, in her previous life, Mi Ye treated drawing as a side job. Although she had passed away, she had not forgotten the memories and skills she had accumulated in her previous life.

The boy had a tall and slender figure, with short silver-gray hair hanging lazily over his forehead. His eyes were a deep purple color that he had carefully adjusted, and they would squint slightly when he smiled, giving off a nonchalant vibe.

She also put a lot of thought into her clothing, with a dark stand-up collar coat that subtly revealed her collarbone.

Since acquiring this persona, every time Mi Ye goes live, she greets everyone with a friendly, cool yet gentle boyish voice, and the live stream chat explodes with comments.

Miya herself sat cross-legged on the chair, watching the rapidly scrolling comments and the constant notifications for donations, and slurped up a mouthful of instant noodles with a blank expression.

Her real-life appearance is completely different from her virtual image on the screen.

After being reincarnated, Miya is less than 1.5 meters tall, with messy short light golden hair. Her face is quite cute, but no matter how you look at it, she is just a little girl, and has nothing to do with the aloof boy on the screen.

But who can blame them when this year's witches are so easily fooled?

……

Today is the third day since she started her Vtuber project, and the results are much better than she expected.

The money she earned in just a few days is enough for her to live on for half a year, but the only downside is that it's tiring.

Each time I went offline, I was accompanied by endless fatigue and hunger.

I'm starving.

Miya lay sprawled in her gaming chair, unable to stop thinking.

She ate the packed lunch she had prepared yesterday at noon; instant noodles were her last remaining food.

Mi Ye touched her flat stomach and remembered the takeout she had ordered before the live stream. It should be arriving soon.

Just then, a private message notification popped up in the live stream's backend.

Upon opening it, I saw that it was sent by the top donor on tonight's donation leaderboard.

The witch with the ID "Reminal" spent over 5,000 yuan on gifts tonight, ranking first on the leaderboard, and has now sent a Super Sentence comment.

【Lord Miya, I really like you so much】

Although you said you would only show your face when you reached 10,000 followers, I still want to ask... can we meet just once, anything is fine, even just to see you from afar?

After reading it, Mi Ye tilted her head and typed a reply with a blank expression.

"No, let's wait until we have 10,000 followers."

send.

You want to see me?

This amount of money is hardly enough.

She closed the app and waited for a while, but the food still hadn't arrived.

Then her stomach growled even louder, and Miya jumped off the chair in frustration, preparing to go out and see if the delivery rider had gotten lost.

However, before she could even reach the door, the doorbell rang.

"Here it comes!"

Miya's eyes lit up, and she ran to the entrance with small, quick steps. She stood on tiptoe to look through the peephole, but she couldn't see anything; something was blocking the peephole.

She didn't think much of it; she figured the delivery driver had probably just lifted the food up.

It couldn't possibly be that the super-rich witch Reminal killed herself and then actually came to see her, could it?

So Miya opened the door.