Ikemen Seducing Women (4)

I set up a separate room and invited Aquarium 10001 (still don't know her name).

She joins right away... it's over. She's already head over heels for me. An obvious outcome, but way too easy.

"Welcome. You know Hwabon Station?"

"Of course. I've got over 2,000 hours in it."

"2... 2,000 hours? Did I hear that wrong?"

It suddenly feels chilly. 2,000 hours... I pull out the calculator and divide by 365. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠That's 5 hours and 30 minutes a day? Wait, 2 years? Still 2 hours 40-50 minutes? Aha, 3 years! Even then... that's a lot. Actually 4 years... Aha! She's really put in the time. Hehe?

"Yeah, that's what it says, right?"

"How many years?"

"Um... about 5? Or 4?"

"Oh, whatever~ That's pretty wholesome."

Phew, good thing. Moderation in all things. A hobby at 1-2 hours is fine, right? I almost misunderstood.

"Alright, then you show me around."

"Pardon? Show you what?"

"Guide me on a date course. I'm an alpha male. Normally, the girl handles this."

"Whoa... you? What are you? You're a total psycho. Wow, first time meeting someone like you. Are you nuts?"

"Obviously. You think it's easy being alpha?"

"Whoa... you're savage. For real."

"So, you don't wanna hold hands with me?"

Handsome guys are at the top of the dating food chain—apex predators. The desperate one begs. I'm not desperate. Back in high school, some total stud said this to his girlfriend: 'Then go ahead. What do you want me to do?' It hit me so hard, I still remember it.

"You're a total psycho. A madman."

"Cursing gonna change anything?"

The woman stays silent. More importantly, what's her name?

I was too harsh. "What's your name? I've been calling you Aquarium 10001 since I don't know it."

"Aquarium 10001? What the hell? Wow... you're the worst I've ever met. You got issues? What do you do?"

"Alpha male."

I say it dead serious. Talking too much kills authority. Just being funny has girls giggling—no need for chatter. That's for clowns.

"Pfft. Got it. Wow, fun meeting a real psycho. It's a concept, right? Anyway, fine. I'll guide you. Oh, just call me Aquarium 10001. Don't wanna share my name."

Uhihihi. See? I'm a true alpha. Proven. She's squealing inside, wants to stay with me. Uhihihi. Think I don't notice? Fun. Thrilling.

Aquarium 10001 spins around. "Follow me."

"Sure."

"You know this is Hwabon Station now, right?"

"Duh."

"Where is it?"

Suddenly trying to dunk me? I quick-search Hwabon Station wiki. "Sanseongga-eum-ro 711-9, Sanseong-myeon, Gunwi-gun, Daegu, right?"

"Wiki'd it?"

"Yeah."

"Hahaha. You're hilarious."

Funny? I barely said anything—her laughing means 90% hooked. Wrong? Deal with it.

"Yeah. I went once—it's nice. Good vibe."

"Cool. I'll check it out later."

"Oh, really? Go for it. It's great."

"Sure."

With you. Almost said it, but too shy. Swallow it with saliva, nod instead.

"Anywhere else good besides here?"

10001 circles Hwabon Station for 5 minutes. Boring now. How long do I listen?

"Plenty. Why?"

"Noraebang? I'll sing for you."

Hehe. My vocal cords are steel. One or two songs won't kill me. Don't worry. Viewers overreact. Watch.

"I don't like singing much... no idea."

"Hm. Can't be helped. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Super pretty spot—wanna go? I chat there all the time. Nice."

"Sounds good. Lead on."

10001 opens a portal. She goes first, I follow. 600MB download? Whatever, done. Inside... whoa. Pink cherry blossom paradise, petals fluttering. Insiders see this IRL? I download 600MB in VRChat for this. They stroll under real ones, haha-ho-ho-ing.

"Pretty..."

I mutter alone, but 10001 replies from beside me. Mask almost slipped—thanks, back on.

"Yeah. Gorgeous. My favorite spot. Satisfied? I come here a lot."

For 20 minutes, I listen: what cherry blossoms are, why good, bloom in early April... yeah, real-world events too. Flower language. Thought only flowers had it, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but cherry tree blossoms do. Purity, elegance, wealth? Cherry blossom PhD. Loves the map's detail—perfect petals. I nod along.

Atmosphere ripe. Perfect timing. Petals swirl—ideal confession spot. I stop.

"10001."

"Yeah? What?"

"Cherry blossoms pretty, right?"

She freezes. I stop, stare straight. Gather courage.

"Be my girl. You be my girl too."

"..."

"Why silent? Like it? Hate it?"

Tragedy begins.

"I have a boyfriend..."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah... sorry."

Ha, loved you... sob sob... No. Flower snake. I'll report you. Daring to toy with me? Had a BF, defend properly. No loyalty? You're done. Tell your BF. Almost NTR'd his girl. Tell him you're shady, dump her. I'll save your BF. Watch.

"And... you know. Do you really like me? Even seeing this, you'd still like me?"

"Wha. What?"

Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.

Static. Then...

"Truth is... I'm a guy."

Real ikemen voice. In 5 minutes... no, 3... 1 minute. Like old coin/stock crash—99.99% in a minute. Too fast to process. 10001 brain-broke at lightspeed.

"What'd you say."

A... uh... hey. You nuts? What is this? Wanna punch... heart broken, now T-bagging? Doesn't make sense. Guy with BF? Am I hearing Korean right? Snap out. No weird lies. No decency?

"What are you? Hate me? Gotta micspam?"

Just say no. I'm cool. No clinging. This how it's done? Making me the bad guy?

"I'm really a guy. Practicing fem energy for BF... sorry for tricking. You seem ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nice, so telling you. Truly sorry."

What? I don't get it either. What the hell? Speak clearly. Ridiculous.

"So what? I don't get it—am I the only one?"

"Yeah... so I'm a guy. Have a BF. Fem voice was practice for girl power. Got it? Bye then."

"... Yeah, bye."

No words, let go. She—he—leaves coolly. I stare at the empty spot. Only I confused? This situation messing with just me? Coulda said "BF here, bye" clean. Leaves lingering doubt? I'll think girl who hated me, used micspam.

"Guys... I'm not alone confused, right? I'll pretend she was a girl. Cool?"

"Haa, uh, uh. Ah. A. Uh. That's it for today."

Mental hit—lost words. Can't. Back next time. World weird.

One thing from yesterday: the abyss is amazing!! Learned something. Lucky. Positive thinking.

"Phew... yesterday scared me..."

Raw stream, but careful words halve fun. My skill lacking. Can't pull laughs while cautious yet.

What today? Always worrying. "What to do today..."

VRChat again? No. Can't match high again. Success raises bar—I lack confidence.

Back to daily streams, hunt jackpots. No rush.

"Oh yeah, duh. Wonder what videos up."

Check YouTube... Editor's speed world's best. Yesterday's up today. Ep 1: me flirting with that girl. Comments exploding. Love it. Some hate VRChat—knife's best tool for chef, worst for killer. Perspective.

I rarely comment, but...

Then Discord. Editor messaged.

Head foggy. Walk clears it. Room solves nothing. Long-overdue stroll. Full lap sparks ideas. I'm a streamer. Trust myself. It'll come.

Bundle up, head out. Gentle breeze on cheeks—itchy, fresh air revives brain.

"... Good call coming out."

Great. Best choice.

"Tasty."

Original chocolate from Vera hits. Shoulda upsized, dual flavors? Vanilla too... now?

"Yeah."

Get it! Vanilla and... pick one. Solved! Ice cream melts sweet in mouth. Want more. Shoulda doubled chocolate. Vanilla meh. Next chocolate. Growth! Infinite growth. Every choice levels me. Amazing. Uhihihi.

Sweetness moods up. Everything rosy. Humans simple... simple best!

Sugar charged. Now... content. Prep content. Who for advice? Can't solo. Not creative like Maru or Moteok. Can't plan my own. Finger-suck? No. Trend chase...!

Why not think sooner? No sugar then. Ice cream fixes. Ha... dummy. Idiot. No!!! Genius now!!

YouTube on. Trends? Puzzle pass... can't. FPS/AOS no. Viewers bail too.

Other...? 30+ minutes, nada. Not picky. Doable + fun for viewers. Hard? Yeah. None. Pioneer then.

Loop again. Bad. Infinite loop. No. Break it—unready, but stream on.