Straight Guy Going Viral by Playing Gay!

For some reason, the protagonist owes the love interest a lot of money. To pay him back, he suggests they start a couple's account and pretend to be in love for an audience.

He's already thought up their personas: the protagonist is a stiff, mean guy who plays the devoted, capable househusband, while the love interest is a mute, masked younger man who acts like a jerk. Their relationship should have the feel of a couple hitting the seven-year itch and falling apart.

A mean gay guy with a romance-addled brain, living the life of a doting wife who throws herself at her man: daily vlogs.

It has every possible landmine.

By day, they film content. The protagonist puts on a sweet voice for the camera: "I made a lunchbox with love for my younger boyfriend today, babies! Look at what I made. Do you think he'll be happy when he gets home?"

At night, they livestream. The protagonist shows off his brilliant acting skills, pretending to be a lovesick, mean bottom. He opens his mouth and says, "He didn't used to be like this. He used to love me more than anything."

In the early hours, they livestream again. The protagonist puts on a wounded act: "He never used to sleep in a separate room from me. Do you think there's someone else?"

The love interest can serve as a prop whenever he feels like it. After all, he's 198 centimeters tall, has a six-pack, wears sunglasses and a face mask, and looks ruggedly handsome even without a filter. Plus, he's got a small fortune at home.

In short, this persona has more layers than a cabbage.

The protagonist says that if they don't go viral, he'll take the love interest's surname.

The love interest agrees.

Sure enough, their couple's account takes off. After a few strokes of luck, they go viral across the internet and become top-tier star couple influencers. The livestream comments pour in.

[My favorite couple influencers this year. 99.]

[Someone slap this lovesick fool. Make him drink bitter medicine!]

[That masked type, I'm panting so hard.]

[You sure have a lot of nerve, babe. We don't do ID retrieval here.]

[Raising my hand to be part of your play.]

[Heh, definitely had plastic surgery.]

With all that traffic pouring in, the recipient rakes in the money. In just three months, he's saved enough. He's about to go back to being his ordinary self, the straight guy who sleeps in a tank top with his belly hanging out, and quit the internet and delete the account. But the love interest won't have it.

Love interest: Actually, you could pay me back with your body.

Recipient, shocked: You want me to sell a kidney?!

Love interest: ... (Says nothing, just stares at the recipient's waist.)

Recipient: Selling human organs is illegal!! (He gets it, but plays dumb.)

The love interest says nothing and simply starts stripping the recipient.

The recipient fights for his life, tears falling: You weren't like this before, bro!

The love interest laughs and breathes against the recipient's ear. "Wasn't I the one who loved you most? You were going to make me a lunchbox with love, remember?"

"Don't cry. We're not sleeping in separate rooms tonight."

The product of an author whose brain got fried by surfing the internet.

A serious attempt at going viral, so there's absolutely no bottom line.

A sweet little story, expected to be 300,000 characters.

The characters' values don't represent the author's.

Online, the recipient is a mean, capable househusband who throws himself at his man and is missing a few screws.

Offline, he's an innocent college guy who sleeps in a tank top with his belly hanging out.

Online, the love interest is a masked, devoted sports student.

Offline, he's a rich, handsome college guy with a wicked sense of humor and a serious controlling streak.

They're college roommates. The recipient has been jealous of the love interest for ages because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, one of those people who started out in Rome.

Saved on May 21, 2026

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