Maid Sjji-jjang (1)
Within thirty minutes of the stream, Motteok was certain.
Seona was serious. Truly, genuinely serious. She wanted to learn RP.
It wasn't a setup for roasting anyone, and she wasn't just milking the chat for reactions either. She really… really wanted to learn RP. That single-minded desire was the only reason she had gone this far setting the whole thing up—and Motteok could tell.
She couldn't sense a shred of bad faith in any of it. If anything, Seona's sincerity came through more often than not.
Like right now.
"I-I really don't have any bad intentions!! Motteok-nim, please clear this up for me!! People are just… ugh!! Motteok-nim, I'm begging you. Please explain!!"
"Me?"
"Yes!! Please explain my sincerity. I'm so bad with words that nobody believes me!! Aaaaah!!"
"She's being sincere. She really does want to learn RP or whatever it is."
Watching Seona's face carefully from beside her, Motteok had no choice but to admit it. If this was acting, she shouldn't be streaming—she should be an actress. That was how genuine it felt. If this was a con, Motteok would gladly fall for it. If it was a performance, she had no choice but to be taken in. She felt like she was watching the birth of an absurd genius.
"Exactly!! My heart feels so clear!! You're saying everything I wanted to say!! Augh… Why don't they understand? My RP power is—!! Motteok-nim abandoned Shape World too!! You get it, right? But Nem-mo-nim is—!! AAAAAAAAH!!"
She thrashed around like someone strapped into an electric chair. Motteok, half-convinced one of those flailing arms might actually connect, gradually edged farther away.
"People keep… ugh… slandering me… No… this won't do. I'll switch over to Motteok-nim's stream. I'll ban them. I… I am… my concurrent viewer count… is my entire life. Viewer count matters. It's gone up lately, so it's caught my eye. I'm going to raise it even more."
"Pfft—hahahaha. Excuse me?"
"Sjji? What's that? Motteok-nim, what's Sjji? I'll look it up. Again. Using hard terms again, huh? Augh…!!"
Seona opened her phone, searched, then pressed and held the screen and scrolled. She copied the result, opened GPT, pasted it immediately, and typed, Summarize in 3 lines.
GPT summarized it exactly the way she wanted.
"Hmm… Stat loser… Ah… I see. Yeah. I'm a Sjji. Call me Sjji-Seona. It's not wrong. I'll own it."
She looked it over and admitted it with flair. She had no choice. She actually preferred managing her stats, and she liked it. That was just Seona's personality—what people could see mattered most to her. It was the same when she played mobile games. Even without good gear, she always set the highest-grade, well-transcended unit as her main. Her favorite character was something she loved in her heart—but what people saw had to look good.
"Excuse me? No, don't admit that."
"Kh… I have no choice but to admit it… I'm truly the god of Sjji… I… kuh. That's what I like best."
"Pfft. No. No. Don't admit it!!"
"I don't want to admit it but… I'm a real Sjji. Mmph. Yu Seona wants to manage her stats…"
She simply couldn't lie about it. Lying would go beyond a guilty conscience—it felt like an insult to herself. If you truly asked Seona to choose between "one million YouTube subscribers, but only thousand-level views" and "a hundred thousand YouTube subscribers, but fifty thousand views," she would pick the former without hesitation. She couldn't resist the allure of that "one-million-subscriber YouTuber" title.
"No, hahahaha. Hahaha. Seriously, what are you even doing all of a sudden."
"But… Yu Seona is a famous Sjji. Kh…"
Seona covered both eyes with her palms and spoke quietly.
"It's true…"
"Please don't… mock me like that. For someone, that might be a genuine stat."
Motteok held back her laughter as she looked between Seona and the monitor.
Then the situation flipped without warning. Seona abruptly straightened her slumped body, clenched a fist tight, and thrust it toward the ceiling.
"That's right!! Is managing stats a crime? I'm proud of it. What? Maid Sjji-jjang? If I do that, will my stats go up? You sure?"
Seona scanned the chat, then looked at Motteok. More precisely, her gaze landed not on Motteok's face but on her chest.
"It might be possible…!!"
"Excuse me? Why are you looking at me?"
"Hmm…"
"No, where exactly are you looking?"
"Hmm… Excellent stats."
"Excuse me?"
"I'll push for it later. Ah…!! Yes. I've got it."
A tremendous inspiration had struck Seona. This was the moment her delusion power exploded—content was about to be born. Those rare, incredible moments. She couldn't hold back.
"Just a second!!"
Seona left the stream running and disappeared somewhere.
I had an incredible idea. Sweet-and-salty maid.
The sweet part was now… Motteok-nim. Super sweet.
The salty part was now… euihihi, Pyeong-nim. Completely salty.
I went straight to stand in front of Pyeong-nim's room.
*knock knock*
"It's Seona. Pyeong-nim, do you have a moment?"
"Yes? What is it?"
"Just a second. I think you need to come see. Were you watching my stream?"
"I was watching… Why?"
"As if you don't know!! Great. Hurry. Pyeong-nim. Then come on."
I grabbed Pyeong-nim and dragged him over to the stream. That way the sweet-and-salty got diluted into just the right flavor.
"You two are wearing maid outfits!! Pyeong-nim and Motteok-nim. Euihihi. Total cool-deredere… euihihi. Pyeong-nim's personality is totally cool, right? A woman like that in a maid outfit? Euihihi. How about it?"
"Me?"
"Yes!! Pyeong-nim is the one wearing it. Euihihi. Conquering a beautiful cool-dere woman in a maid outfit…!! Euihihi."
My delusion power suddenly exploded!! This is it. Wouldn't viewers shoot up massively if we do this? Is that just my delusion? Am I the only one who thinks that? Doesn't seem like it.
Give me confirmation!!
"Everyone agrees, right? This'll work out well, won't it?"
I can't even choose!! If it were me I could never pick. It's hard!! So hard!! What's this feeling like my stats are about to hit max?
I'm sure now. If I do this content, it'll be huge!! For real. Won't this set a new record for my stream? Euihihi.
"Right? Everyone. I'll do it too. From now on I'm Sjji-jjang. Pyeong-jjang. Chest-jjang. How about it?"
"Excuse me? No, Chest-jjang is… a bit much."
"Then… Big-jjang… Huge-jjang… Super-huge-jjang… Tteok-jjang. Mo-jjang… All fine."
I spoke hesitantly. Honestly, I wasn't the core of this content. I was basically optional. I was awkward between these two—not massive like Motteok-nim, and not nonexistent like Pyeong-nim either. Really awkward. If only I had more of a distinctive feature… Hmm… Shame.
I'll probably get buried. That's why I'm sad.
But!! Even so, I'm participating. It's my stream. The host has to do it.
"Sjji-jjang will do it too. Both of you do it!! Our maid. How about it?"
Neither of them reacted. Not even awkwardly—there was just nothing at all. Suddenly I feel hurt. Is this allowed? When a person talks, you answer!! What's with the total silence.
"If you stay quiet, I'll take that as a yes. 3. 2."
"I… *sigh*. This is hard…"
Pyeong-nim spoke up first. People who can talk being hurtful!! Silence is banned. How bad a habit is that. You have to play along!! You have to give that proper empathy and hype!!
"Thank you for the good response. Why can't you do it?"
"Well, I… I've never done anything like this…"
"That's the charm!! That shy euing-euing thing is the most important part. This is it!! I'll wear one too. If Pyeong-nim wears one, I'll wear one. Let's raise the viewer count together!! Sjji-jjang~ Raise those viewers!! When I say that, everyone goes Hyaah!! That's how you respond."
"Uh… *sigh*…"
"That… hmm…"
Both of their reactions were weird. Isn't this fine? The moment I heard it, ideas just kept pouring out. The two of them didn't seem keen. Then fine. I won't do it. Yeah. Not doing it.
I'm cool. I'm super cool. I won't force anyone. Grown-up Seona is super cool. Cool as hell.
"Then scrap it. I'll just do it myself. I'm RP Sjji-jjang. I want to. How about it?"
"*Sigh*… Hmm… I don't really know. I'll head out for now."
Pyeong-nim vanished like he was fleeing, leaving just me and Motteok-nim.
"It's fine, right? Motteok-nim, what do you think?"
"I feel like a storm just swept through."
"Hmm… So how was it? I'm fine, right? How's my RP?"
"Ask Nem-mo about that? She's the god of RP."
"Ohhh!!"
Whoa. I hadn't thought of that. Expanding it this far. As expected of Motteok-nim!!
If I can elevate this into content, today's stream is satisfying. No—1,000% happiness. Why? Even if I didn't plan it, I was the one who asked, right? In the process of getting people to play along so I could execute what I asked about… weaving it into another piece of content for synergy?
If this isn't moving, what is? Euihihi.
So good. Yeah, I need to ask Nem-mo-nim all kinds of things.
"By the way. Motteok-nim."
"Yes?"
"Has Nem-mo-nim worn a maid outfit?"
"She probably has? I think she did before… Right?"
Following Motteok-nim's gaze, I looked at the chat together.
So she has. Nem-mo-nim really is the god of RP. I was on the verge of pure respect.
"She has, they say."
"Even better then. I'll ask her everything about maids and absorb all the RP. When is Nem-mo-nim even coming. I'll make the maid thing happen. RP is good. The most standard. Right?"
"Maid… is going to be hard though."
"I can do it!! Anata wa…!! I can understand Japanese now too!!"