Iron Loser Counseling Clinic Opens
Thus, the Iron tier psychology counseling content began.
The first customer was already fired up. Judging by the nickname, it was probably a love issue.
"Welcome, WaterBuffaloSuckerGuy. Your nick reeks of unrequited love from a mile away. Is your issue about romance?"
Perfect timing—I happen to be a romance master. Since I've taken the money, I'll channel full pro mode and give the deepest counseling possible.
"Ah, nice. A girl with a good voice is super attractive. So? Did you confess?"
"Trash...? Like how?"
She's even mixing in swears, so her heart's clearly checked out. In cases like this, the right play is to nod along and trash-talk the target with her.
"Hm. Sounds like she's seeing you as nothing but a walking ATM, WaterBuffaloSuckerGuy."
"...Calm down. One momentary horniness can ruin your life. And Choco Mong? A grown woman skipping meals for Choco Mong? That's nutritional imbalance for sure. She'll balloon up later 'cause she can't manage her body."
First customer turns out to be a deviant fetish case. I tsks my tongue and open my mouth.
"SuckerGuy. Listen up. Bitches with trashed personalities like that need to get canceled by society. Block and run right now."
I conclude with a deeply satisfied expression.
"How's that? Like my solution?"
A perfectly masterful romance solution. What counseling could be clearer? Amazed at my own insight, I take a sip of Choco Mong.
Slurrrp.
The sweet Choco Mong taste spreads over my tongue.
...?
What the hell are they on about all of a sudden?
"...Why the weird reactions? Did I say something wrong?"
Then WaterBuffaloSuckerGuy, who'd requested counseling, drops his final chat.
"...Huh?"
"...?"
Slurrrp.
I suck down another Choco Mong, raise an eyebrow, and mutter a curse under my breath.
"This fucking asshole?"
Tremble tremble...
"N-next letter sender."
Forcing calm, I call the next one. That was just an accident. Yeah, streams have the occasional psycho.
Phew, this one seems serious at least.
"Welcome, KimAcorn. Identity confusion? Heavy topic just hearing it. Gender identity, or career path?"
"A guy...?"
Gay.
But I'm tolerant of all tastes, so no biggie. Gender, race—whatever. It's the person that matters.
"A guy, huh... Relax and spill. Super sensitive topic, so everyone—no derogatory chats please."
"... "
The chat explodes upward.
"KimAcorn."
"Wanna die?"
"That's me you're talking about, right?"
"No? Think you can say that after a solar plexus haymaker?"
"...Say it like your last words."
"Ban hammer's on."
"Quiet down."
I bite my lip hard and call the next viewer.
"...Next up."
No choice. Gotta earn that cash no matter what...
*
Seoul Gangnam, an apartment.
Sin Yuli finishes her daily routine and heads home for a shower. Not that it was grueling—riding horses, driving somewhere new for good eats... that kinda day.
A life anyone would envy. After, she throws on a bathrobe and sinks into the sofa.
'Wonder if she's doing okay on stream.'
Suddenly, she grabs a soda and tablet, settling back in.
Geogeun Wondil's stream pops up on the screen. Looks like Notepad's open—white background, black text.
Pro Ironer Geogeun Wondil's Iron Psychology Counseling & Confession Booth
Sin Yuli lets out an involuntary chuckle—not a big laugh, just a soft hiss of air.
'Total airhead.'
Geogeun Wondil opened a counseling booth and got absolutely roasted by viewers instead. For someone usually so cocky, she looked pathetic.
'But... isn't she overdoing it?'
Stream time already over 10 hours. Late last night too, and from morning today nonstop. Worried she'd drop dead, Sin Yuli messages right as it ends.
"No..."
Sin Yuli sighs unwittingly.
"Discarded?"
Sin Yuli furrows her brow.
"...A man's pride?"
Voice changer to girl voice and all, but whatever—got the resolve. Geogeun Wondil seemed set on paying even if starving.
'Fine, if she refuses.'
Sin Yuli nods acceptance and hits the gift tab. No cash? Gifts work. Gift icons say.
Sin Yuli adds a bratty comment on purpose.
Then.
...Mommy?
"What the?"
"...Ha."
Netkama?
Sin Yuli scoffs in disbelief.
"She'd flip if she saw the real me."
Obviously never happening.
But if it did...
Sin Yuli imagines teasing that dumbfounded face. Sounded fun.