Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: The Money Was Too Big to Refuse the Kiss
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"Right? Why the hell is something like that just sitting here out of nowhere?"
"Yeah?"
My sister and I exchanged puzzled looks.
At the end of the cave sat a boulder about the size of a table. And on top of it was something that had no business being there.
For now, my sister and I headed toward the boulder. Naturally, we filmed the whole thing with the camera.
When we reached the boulder, sure enough, there was a CD, a USB drive, and a letter.
And there was hardly any dust on them. Whoever left them here hadn't done it long ago.
I picked up the letter first.
'A flower-patterned letter?'
For a split second, I thought it was a love letter. It had that super girly vibe.
[To the Successor.]
"Successor?"
"Who's that? My mom's name is Sook-ja..."
"Sigh, there's this thing called a joke."
"N-No, I was kidding!"
I ignored An Young's dumb comment and kept reading.
[This one sought to create a martial art so extraordinary it would astonish the world. Thus, I devoted my life to crafting martial techniques.]
'Oh...! No way?!'
My eyes went wide.
I was a bit skeptical at first. The stationery was too playful, and the CD and USB were weird too.
But the more I read, the more my expression changed. The viewers reading along and An Young were the same.
"H-Holy shit!! Jae-ho!!"
"S-Sis... I think this is something left by a Hidden Hermit Expert?"
I quickly finished reading. This wasn't the time to dawdle.
[Yet this one lacked the talent. By the time I finished creating my martial art, my days were numbered.]
The more I read, the clearer it became: this was a Hidden Hermit Expert's martial arts manual.
Of course, it could still be a prank. But all we had to do was complete the mission.
Both my face and An Young's lit up brighter and brighter.
"Jackpot!"
"Kyaaa! This is insane! Jae-ho!"
[Thus, I could not let my martial arts vanish. Here, I leave Fist King Fist, which this one created, and True Thunder Sword, obtained by chance.]
My eyes met my sister's. We grabbed each other's hands and started jumping up and down right there.
"Kyaaaa!"
"Wooo!"
Honestly, it wasn't the manuals that had us thrilled. They weren't that big a deal.
'Probably just some low-tier martial arts nobody cares about anyway.'
What mattered was succeeding at the mission. We'd finally escaped dangers like griffins. How could we not be happy?
Of course, the chat exploded instantly. In a bad way.
💬 Chat — Viewer Rig! — Viewer Fake! — Viewer Rig! — Viewer Fake! — Viewer Someone put that there ahead of time. 100%. — Viewer Dude! Finding it on the first try? No way! — Viewer Total rig. Redo it. — Viewer Keep showing An Young's ass!! It was like the ending credits rolled on viewers who'd been hooked. No wonder they were pissed.
I jumped in to calm them down right away.
"No, guys. Didn't you see us run into that griffin? How do you rig that?!"
"Exactly! We almost died! And I even showed my ass! You calling that a rig?!"
But they weren't buying it easily. Stream viewers were always like that.
💬 Chat — Viewer I don't care! Don't care! Don't care! Just keep going! — Viewer How about finding one more manual right now? — Viewer We'll forgive if An Young shows her ass one more time. — Viewer Lmao look at these kids throwing tantrums. Still, this proved our stream was a hit. Boring streams didn't get reactions like that.
So I wasn't too bummed.
But we had no choice. A promise was a promise.
Instead, I sweetened the deal to placate them.
"Instead, we'll keep streaming the descent. And once we're down, we'll do a drinking mukbang. Sound good?"
Obviously, the drinking mukbang would be on my channel. That's what I was aiming for.
💬 Chat — Viewer Deal. — Viewer Drinking mukbang approved. — Viewer An Young drunk = stripping? Lmao — Viewer Today's gonna be legendary again! Luckily, promising more stream time stopped their meltdown. Even I thought it was a smart move.
An Young looked surprised at me again.
"You're really a newbie streamer? How are you so good at handling viewers?"
Fair point.
A total noob might've picked a fight or quit streaming on the spot.
But that was the wrong way. Better to smooth things over nicely so they'd come back later.
"Ahem, I've got a knack for it."
"Pfft, yeah, right. Oh, btw, which one's True Thunder Sword between those two?"
I glanced at the USB and CD. No labels, so no clue.
"You gunning for True Thunder Sword too, sis?"
"Duh? Fist King Fist sounds so tacky just from the name."
"True."
I was leaning toward True Thunder Sword myself.
Creating martial arts wasn't easy. Even sect leaders of the Nine Great Sects and One Gang struggled with it. That's why founders who did were legends.
'Some nameless guy pulled it off?'
No author name on the letter either. Made it hard to buy.
I offered a compromise.
"Rock-paper-scissors then? Winner picks one."
"Mm... Deal."
"No take-backs if you get Fist King Fist!"
"Pfft, obviously!"
We played.
I threw rock on autopilot. She threw paper and beat me.
"Ah! I won!!"
She bounced around excitedly.
She snatched the CD immediately after.
"Gotta be True Thunder Sword on the CD! Totally!"
I'd wanted the CD too.
Nobody used CDs these days. So whatever was on it had to be an older martial art.
Meaning Fist King Fist was less likely for the CD.
"Jackpot! True Thunder Sword! The name alone screams OP!!"
I pouted a bit but shook it off quick. This was just a bonus. I was a streamer—broadcasts mattered more. Some random martial art? Meh.
I grabbed the USB she left and shoved it in my pocket.
"Alright, let's head down?"
"Yeah. Hurry. I want a cold beer ASAP!!"
"No stripping this time?"
"Of course not! I won't! Trust me!"
"Heading down?"
"Yeah."
And so we descended the mountain.
We'd nearly died, but nailing the mission easy like that?
Our steps felt light as hell.
"Hehe! Booze time!"
Though An Young seemed extra bouncy for other reasons.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "What an epic drinking mukbang that was."
In the end, our duo mukbang was a smashing success.
About 3,000 concurrent viewers stuck around. Numbers even solid mid-tier streamers would kill for.
We raked in tons of donations too. Probably close to a million won from the mukbang alone.
Not that it was accident-free.
Thankfully, she didn't strip. Huge relief.
But mischievous viewers put us in some awkward spots plenty.
💬 Chat — Viewer Donated 33,300 won, so kiss already you two. — Viewer No kiss? — Viewer Refund now! — Viewer Kiss go go We tried refusing at first.
But the donation amounts were too huge to say no...
🔔 DONATION ALERT 🔔 An Young Butt Hole Slam donated 333,300 won. 330,000 won. Couldn't turn that down.
In the end, I shut my eyes and kissed her. She didn't resist, thank god.
"I-It's fine. Just a mission, right?"
And then...
🔔 DONATION ALERT 🔔 Best Butt donated 33,300 won... An Young Lips Gimme donated 33,300 won... Kiss missions poured in nonstop. We kissed nonstop too.
Nearly ten times, by my count.
Tons more donations followed, and posts flooded the communities.
We shot to fame. A huge win for my drinking mukbang.
Oh, and we spent a fun night alone together, her drunk and all.
Couldn't just kiss and call it a night. We were both fired up. Couldn't hold back and went at it.
And she was wild that night.
[Hah! Spank my ass harder! I'm going crazy!!]
Her still-red, jiggling ass was burned in my mind. Probably stay there a while.
Of course, we weren't dating now.
For streamers, romance was poison. Best avoided.
I was a fresh debutante anyway. Dating was way too soon.
She was a camgirl too. Couldn't date easy.
Sure, some streamers dated on the DL. But not us. Especially not her.
So we stayed in that awkward in-between spot.
'One-night stand, I guess?'
Still, pretty fresh experience. First time with a streamer.
Gonna stick with me.
Made bank, got famous, scored manuals, banged(?). Super successful mission.
I leaned back in my chair with a satisfied grin.
Taking today off. Climbed a mountain yesterday, mukbang after, then sloppy sex.
Just got back to my Seoul place.
Need a day to recover or my body's toast.
'Still, gotta stream tomorrow.'
Don't count those 3k mukbang viewers as loyal fans. It was all me and An Young's chemistry magic.
Next stream? Probably under 1k.
Skip tomorrow? Numbers tank even more. Had to stream.
'Build viewers bit by bit. Become a mega-corp like Ma-sam.'
Dreams forming now.
Didn't need world fame. Just modestly huge.
Meant prepping ahead.
Fired up the PC. Started tomorrow's content.
Ah, content's roughly planned. Just verify today.
'Let's see.'
Tomorrow: Check Jiri Mountain manuals with viewers. Continuing the manual hunt story. Solid idea, IMO.
Obviously, check first. USB might have porn or some shit.
Cautiously plugged the USB into the computer.
Ran a virus scan just in case.
'Good, no viruses.'
Phew.
Dove into the USB folder.
Twelve videos popped up.
Each labeled 1 through 12.
'Wait. Not actually porn, right?'
For a split second, thought that might not suck. Streamer gold.
'Communities would eat it up.'
Clicked video 1 with anticipation.
Click.