Maid Sjji-jjang (2)
We'd been deep into a conversation about maids among ourselves when, right on cue, Nemmo came in.
"Hello there~."
"Hello!! I'm Maid Sjji-jjang!!"
"M… Maid Sjji-jjang…?"
"Yes. Sjji. I'm a stat loser, so Sjji. Plus maid, so jjang. Put them together and you get Sjji-jjang."
"Uh…"
"I brought an RP!! How is it? Go—what was it. Gojun-ssi? Go… what was it again?"
I'd been trying to say "master" in Japanese—go-something—but I'd completely blanked on it.
I'd planned to launch straight into it the moment Nemmo showed up… this is exactly why rehearsals matter so much.
I should have practiced harder. I trusted myself too much.
Urgh… this wasn't supposed to happen. At this rate I'm… in the red. I just took a minus score.
"Please write it in Korean instead of Japanese… Goshujin-sama. Nemmo Goshujin-sama!! How was that? Did I sound like a maid? I sounded like a maid, right?"
No answer. Hmm. What a picky customer.
At this point, couldn't she just be flexible and say I sounded like a maid already!! She's got some serious spirit on her.
Don't worry. This is my specialty. Actually I have no idea. I genuinely have no idea.
But the viewers told me I'm the world's number one at mind games.
They said there's no one who can beat me. Trusting the chatters… actually I still don't know how to do it.
But I'll trust the chatters and just do whatever I want.
Then… wouldn't I snap her spirit right away? Or not? This is hard. What if the chatters were just messing with me? I have no way to deal with that. Hmm… what do I do?
"Wow…!! You totally sounded like a maid~."
"Ohh!! Then there's no need for a mind game at all!! Thank you!! A peaceful solution… Go—Gojun-sama, thank you. I'll hold both your hands nice and tight."
"Pfft hahahahaha. Why would you mind-game someone!!"
Motteok, sitting next to us, clapped loudly and asked.
If she's curious, I should tell her. That is a maid's duty.
"Uh. Uh. When Goshujin-sama asks a question, you have to answer!! That is a maid's duty. Uh… since she wasn't answering. I thought she was mind-gaming me… so I was fully locked and loaded too. I was planning to just… completely body-slam that super-spirited Gojun-sama and snap her spirit right in half. Kyaaaaaagh. Save me, Sjji-jjang~!! Kyaaaaaagh. Sjji-jjang!! I'm sorry~!!"
Ah, right. I almost forgot the most important part. It's something people could easily misunderstand, so I had to make it crystal clear.
"Ah!! I don't know anything about mind games. The viewers just keep saying it all the time, so I thought I was supposed to do it!!"
Of course. They're pinning it all on me no matter what.
"Wh… why me!! That's just facts. If speaking facts is a crime… then the world is what's wrong."
"Kya~ that was cool."
"It was cool?"
"Yeah. That was genuinely cool."
Motteok was praising me. One of the good kinds of praise, too—saying I was cool.
But. It couldn't be helped.
Sorry to Motteok, but I had to cancel it. A maid has to be cute. "Cool" does not suit a maid.
This was a clear RP violation.
"Hmm… then cancel."
"Huh? Why? What did I mess up this time? You little—Nemmo!!"
"No. It's Motteok's fault."
"Mine? What did I do wrong? Wait… I can't even say you're cool? That's too much."
"RP Law violation. A maid has to be cute or pretty. Calling one cool is way off-base for a maid. So yes, you did something wrong."
"Then… you're pretty."
"Good good!! Ehehe. Then it's not wrong anymore!! Ehehe."
Motteok's sense was top-tier. Ehehe. Problem solved. This way, I'd upheld a maid's duty.
"I don't think… you need to learn RP at all~…"
"No. I'm still lacking."
"In what way~…?"
"That's for Master to find out. A master has a master's role, and a disciple has a disciple's role, right? Master!! Please find them. My weak points!!"
"You don't have any~… No matter how hard I think… there aren't any~… Just graduate already~…"
"I cannot graduate!! Master!! Please just tell me!!"
I said it with pure, desperate sincerity, like I was grabbing onto the hem of her pants.
Give me certainty!! Tell me that if I push this hard, I'll definitely become an RP master… I wasn't letting go until she said it.
What I wanted was certainty.
Yu Seona!! If you do that, you will absolutely succeed. That was the kind of thing I wanted!!
"Haa… I really don't know~."
"You don't know? Then let's figure it out together."
I gave Master a little pat. Let's learn side by side. Is there any reason a master can't learn from a disciple? We just help each other out.
I'll give Master some killer ideas too. Let's grow together!!
"Hmm… I really do want to learn from Nemmo, though."
Why were they stirring so hard? It'd be nice if they just took my pure intentions at face value.
Trying to force a wedge between me and Nemmo like this wouldn't make things fall apart. It would only make us closer.
"She's right. I was watching from the side, and Seona genuinely wants to learn."
Motteok had officially taken my side. Excellent. Nothing left for them to say, right? Muahaha. Justice wins.
I had won!!
What was sad about it? Was something wrong over in Shape World? Honestly I didn't really want to know… my RP was more important.
I came here to learn RP… so first I'd learn my RP, and think about that later.
"Moving on. Nemmo Master. What should I do?"
"What did you prepare~?"
"I'll show you!! There's zero bad intent. I'm really going to do it."
I let out one deep breath, then spoke with my whole heart.
"Go ahead~. I'll evaluate you~."
"I'm going all in for real. Are you absolutely sure? You will not hold me legally responsible. Will you grant me permission?"
"Legal? Huh?"
"You will not hold me legally responsible. Will you grant me permission?"
"I… I won't hold you legally responsible~. Go ahead~."
"Good. Then I'll focus."
Permission granted, so it was time to flip the cards I'd prepared.
"I prepared a seasoned Jjang-forty and Sjji-jjang. Allow me to explain. Jjang-forty is me possessing a really nice fortysomething-to-fiftysomething wine-uncle type. Sjji-jjang is just me, because I'm a stat loser, so Sjji-jjang."
"Oof…"
"Starting with Jjang-forty first!!"
"Nemmo. What's your cup size."
"…"
"Nemmo. Are you pretty? How pretty?"
"…"
"Nemmo. Wanna be my wife? Come over here next to oppa."
"…"
Nemmo was so stunned she couldn't get a single word out.
She had never met anyone like this in her life. You tell her to do it and she actually does it. She says things without a second thought that no one who thought even once would ever say.
"Nemmo. From today, you're Jjang-oppa's."
"…"
"Nemmo. Girls like you from Ewha love wine-uncles like oppa, don't you. You should be grateful oppa is meeting you."
"Guh…"
A snort of laughter burst out of Nemmo. She had never seen a streamer like this in her life.
"Nemmo. Oppa prepared a lot for today. Oppa's super sweet. If you become oppa's girlfriend I'll do everything for you."
"I'm okay~."
"Hmm. Oppa likes you. That settles it. Get over here!! Mwahhhhh."
"Aaaagh aaaaah!!"
Nemmo let out a real, full-volume scream at the sudden development.
"Nice sound. I wanna hear that every day. Ehehe."
"Excuse me?"
"So that was the Jjang-forty-ham RP. I broke immersion just now, so next I'll do Sjji-jjang."
"Sjji-jjang~… Okay. Go ahead~."
"My viewers!! My viewers!! There's only a thousand of them!! Viewers!! Viewers!! I want to be a Sjji I want to be a Sjji!! I need to be a Sjji. Ten thousand peak concurrent is better than a thousand regulars!! Better!! Open parenthesis I like both regulars and peak concurrent. This is RP immersion!! Close parenthesis."
"Uh…?"
Nemmo's eyes went wide. At first she thought she'd misheard.
But she hadn't misheard.
"Sjji. Sjji-jjang. I am Sjji-jjang. Even if it's a ghost YouTube channel, I want to be a streamer with a million subscribers!! I am Sjji-jjang."
She hadn't misheard. The pleading, earnest voice made it impossible to tell whether this was sincerity or RP.
"W-wait a second~. Wait a second~. That's RP, right?"
"Yes!! I tried acting out the RP. I'll do it again. Ah!! Right. Nemmo, please ask me what Sjji-jjang wants."
"…"
"Please!! Cue!!"
"What does Sjji-jjang want?"
"Peak concurrent!! Sjji-jjang wants to break her high score!! Nemmo's viewers, please come fill up our room!! Watashi… please!!"
"Pfft hahahahahahahahaha. She's lost it!! What is Jjang-ham even saying!!"
Motteok just kept laughing, while Nemmo's mental state crumbled into fine dust, too wrecked to recover.
Nemmo slowly turned her head toward the chat window—it was the only thing she could do right now.
As long as the reaction was good.
Nemmo tried to pull her mental state back together.
But Seona didn't even give her that much time before she kept going.
"Hmm? What Sjji-jjang needs is peak concurrent~!! How was that? Did I immerse well?"
"You're actually insane. I still like Jjang-ham better though."
"Sjji-jjang was bad?"
"It was good, but Jjang-ham was better. Though I guess it depends how you look at it?"
"Then… Motteok. Then I'll do both of them again. Hold on. Give me a second to get immersed."