Meanwhile, across the entire VWorldVassel, two new videos were making waves.
The first video featured Miranda. Her movements were sharp and confident, every pose showing off her perfectly sculpted abs. Commenters went wild.
@DearGodHelpMe:
"Dear God, I'm a man but her abs put me to shame. And yet… I still want to lick them. Am I okay?"
@PunchMePlease:
"If Miranda asked to spar, I'd let her punch me all she wants. Every hit would be a blessing."
@MuscleVsMe:
"Miranda, let's have an arm wrestling match. Winner gets… me. Spoiler: you already won."
@ConfusedMaybe:
"I'm a straight girl… I think? But Miranda looks way too handsome. Send help."
@SeriousProposal:
"Miranda, marry me. I'll wash your clothes. You wash away my sins."
@GymIsLove:
"I own a gym. Come train with me, Miranda. You lift weights, I lift my hopes."
@HurtMeQueen:
"I'm not a masochist… but for Miranda? I'd let her drop a dumbbell on my chest—twice."
@NoDirection:
"Watched this video and lost all sense of purpose. Found a new one: Miranda."
@ShakyHandsSweatyPalms:
"Miranda's abs should be illegal. I'm filing a report… straight to her DMs."
@gymSimpsOnly: "I want to be hugged to death. Preferably after leg day."
@StepOnMeQueen: "Miranda, step on me like you step into the spotlight."
@AbsBeforeFeelings: "Let me cuddle her abs for life. I'll cancel my pillow subscription."
@PunchBag: "If Miranda asks to spar, I'll hand her a bat and say go wild."
@straightguy: "I'm a straight guy but… why do I want to lick those abs? Am I okay??"
@flexualConfusion: "I'm a girl but Miranda looks so hot I forgot my orientation."
@MarryMe: "Miranda, marry me. I'll cook, clean, and oil your abs daily."
@IHaveAGym: "I own a gym, Miranda. Let's train… or let's pretend to while we flirt awkwardly."
@situpSinner: "I'd do sit-ups on her abs. Not for fitness—just for closeness."
@BlessedByTheBiceps: "Miranda's body is art. Someone give her abs a Grammy."
The second video showed Ranita. At first shy, almost hiding her face, she slowly transformed into a flirtier, more alluring version of herself. The transition from awkward to captivating was something VWorldVassel users had never seen before.
@HeavenJustCalled: Omg, I just saw an angel… am I already dead?
@10YearsGone: Bro, I'd give up ten years of my life for one kiss from Ranita.
@JealousForever: I want to lock her up and make her mine. WHO'S WITH ME? Let's duel.
@DivorceSpeedrun: She's too beautiful. I'm divorcing my wife and chasing after Ranita instead.
@MyTypeIRL: That body? That's exactly what I've been searching for. God-tier proportions.
@CardiacLove: Doctor said I had a heart attack watching this. Is this love… or just a terminal thirst?
@MarryMe: Ranita, I'll give you everything. Let's get married. I've got the house, the car, the land—just say yes.
@SinfulAwakening: WTF I just woke up and I'm already aroused. This video is illegal.
@HolyCrevice: That cleavage is divine… that armpit? So pure and white… Forgive me, Lord, for I have simped.
Within hours, both videos went viral. Views skyrocketed into the tens of billions. Comments flooded in. Donations poured like a storm. The account "OhMyGoddess" became the hottest name on the entire VWorldVassel. Millions began searching to uncover who was behind this dazzling transformation.
All the while, Raisa and Kenji were still busy trying on costumes—completely unaware of the popularity storm they had just unleashed. That night, Raisa's sleep would not be as peaceful as usual.
After a full day of trying on costumes and planning for the next contest, Raisa finally got to relax in her room. She took a deep breath and opened her VWorldVassel account: @OhMyGoddess.
The screen loaded—and her eyes went wide.
Two million likes. One million comments. On each video.
Raisa froze, her heart pounding.
"Oh my god… what happened?! I actually went viral overnight?!"
Her loud reaction startled someone outside. Moments later, her mother, Sakura, stepped into the room, hair messy and half-asleep.
"What's all the noise? It's already late, Raisa…"
"Mom! Look at this!" Raisa nearly teared up as she shoved her phone in her mom's face.
Sakura squinted at the screen, then blinked.
"Oh wow… My daughter's a video genius. Check the GIF earnings—maybe we're rich."
Raisa quickly tapped the GIF rewards tab—then gasped.
Three million.
She stared at the number like it might explode.
"My allowance is like… two coins. I can buy three million candies with this…"
Sakura reached out and pinched her cheek.
"Ouch! Mom! Why'd you pinch me?!"
"All you think about is candy. Save that money—it might help when you go to college."
Raisa nodded, still in disbelief.
"Mom… this is just two videos. If I make more… maybe I'll get more GIF rewards…"
Sakura nodded, then gave her a serious look.
"Maybe. But don't get your hopes too high. Have you seen some of those pervy comments? Next thing you know, they'll be asking you to post naked dance videos."
Raisa shivered, a cold sweat breaking out.
"R-right. I'll save the money safely. Promise."
Sakura gently ruffled her daughter's hair.
"If you win the contest, that's another million. But your hard work is worth more than money, okay?"
Raisa smiled and whispered,
"But… this three million is a reward too, right? What if I post more videos while prepping for the contest? Kill two birds with one stone!"
Sakura chuckled and pinched her cheek again.
"Haha! You really are my daughter. Why don't you just marry Kenji already? You've got the money now."
"MOMMMM!!"
The next day, Kenji noticed something strange—Raisa was grinning like a maniac.
"Kenji," she said, barely hiding her excitement, "look over there. Want to buy some toys or candy? My treat."
Kenji raised an eyebrow. "Huh? You? You only get two coins for allowance. You're broke."
"Not anymore." Raisa flashed her phone at him. Her OhMyGoddess account was open, showing 4 million in donations.
Kenji's jaw dropped. "WHAT?! You made a VWorldVassel account?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"You didn't ask," Raisa shrugged with a smug look.
Kenji scratched his head. "Fine… okay, fair point. Add me! Let's be friends!"
A notification popped up on Raisa's screen:
@IHaveARoket has sent a friend request.
And just like that, OhMyGoddess and IHaveARoket became official VWorldVassel friends.
Raisa opened Kenji's account.
"You don't have any videos?" Raisa asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, I don't know how to edit them. I'm afraid it'll turn out badly, so I didn't make any," Kenji admitted.
"Well, how about I help? Who knows, someone might even donate," Raisa suggested.
"That's a good idea," Kenji grinned. "I might even be richer than you then, hehe."
"Well, I've already made a video. My Vassel's really beautiful, there's no way it can lose," Raisa boasted.
"Pfft, you don't know the handsomeness of Thor or the masculinity of Hercules. My Vassel will definitely get more donations," Kenji shot back confidently.
"Alright, how about a bet? Whoever gets more donations gets to make one request from the loser," Raisa proposed.
"Deal, but I haven't even made a video yet! So we'll both make new videos and see who gets more donations," Kenji accepted the challenge.
"Fine, bring it on!" Raisa said with a smirk.
With that, they arrived at school, only to be picked up by Ms. Yumi even before they entered the classroom.
"It looks like the schedule has been moved up," Ms. Yumi said. "You have three days left, so start practicing hard for the performance from now on!"
For the next three days, they trained non-stop. Even at home, Ms. Yumi visited to continue their practice sessions there.
After three intense days, Ms. Yumi and Sakura took Kenji and Raisa to the contest venue.
The location was quite far, so they boarded a light-speed airship. They spent an hour inside the ship, covering an incredible distance.
When they stepped out, they found themselves on a beautiful beach. A luxurious hotel stood nearby, and delicious food was neatly arranged on the dining tables.
The place was bustling with teachers and students from all over. Journalists held cameras, ready to capture every moment, and even politicians were present—eager to scout for talented individuals they could invest in and possibly recruit as future supporters.
After a few hours of rest and enjoying the beach view from their hotel balcony, all participants were gathered in the main hall. Soft music played in the background, setting a calm and welcoming atmosphere before the important announcements.
A tall man in a flashy suit stepped onto the stage. His smile was wide, and the microphone in his hand sparkled under the lights.
"Good afternoon, everyone!" he greeted with a loud, enthusiastic voice. "You must be tired from the long journey, so let's start with something light."
The room filled with clapping and cheerful shouts.
"Yeeaah!"
"Pupupuk!"
Some students even stood up while clapping, overflowing with energy.
"Alright!" he continued. "For the next three days, you'll be staying at the hotel, free to enjoy all the facilities, relax, play, and—most importantly—get to know each other. This contest isn't just about winning, but about building teamwork and connection!"
Raisa leaned over to Kenji and whispered, "Three days of playing? This is awesome!"
Kenji replied, "Yeah, but don't forget we need to practice too."
The host went on, "On the fourth and fifth days, we'll have the solo contest. You'll be performing individually, showing off your charm, skills, and creativity alongside your vassel."
Some participants were already jotting down the schedule seriously, while others eagerly discussed strategies with their teammates.
"Then," he added, "on days six and seven, we'll have the paired contest. You'll team up with another participant. Could be a friend, a rival, or maybe... your future partner?"
The crowd responded with cheers and whistles. Raisa chuckled while Kenji pretended to cough, hiding the slight blush on his face.
"And on the eighth day," the host said, raising a finger dramatically, "we'll select the Top 100 Pairs.