Chapter 563: Second VTuber
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 563: Second VTuber
“Ah, damn it.”
The next morning.
In the middle of eating the hotel breakfast, Oh Yun-ji let out a curse that was closer to a scream, her brow furrowing involuntarily.
I was in the middle of grabbing some morning rolls from the buffet when I saw her from a distance and quietly pivoted away.
My plate was already so full I couldn't fit another thing on it, but you never know.
Maybe there was something I’d missed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Senior Ju-hee appeared behind me. The look she gave me was laced with a certain kind of reprimand.
“Ahem. I was just seeing if there was any other food.”
She glanced over my shoulder at my plate.
“No matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem like there's any room left on that plate.”
“…….”
Ultimately, I was ushered back to the table by Ju-hee. Yun-ji was glaring daggers at me.
“Did you get the yogurt?”
“Yeah… here.”
I held out the overflowing plate to her.
Actually, I hadn't gone to get my own food; I’d gone to fill up Yun-ji’s plate.
“Right. Thanks.”
To an outsider, it might look like I was a boyfriend whipped by his girlfriend, playing the 'submissive' in a lopsided relationship.
And they’d be exactly right.
I was currently playing the submissive role, walking on eggshells.
If you asked why, the answer was simple.
Since I was the 'dominant' one yesterday, I was just the 'submissive' one today.
Think of it like a seesaw.
If I went up, shouldn't I eventually come down?
Ju-hee looked slightly surprised. It seemed she hadn't expected that I was actually filling Yun-ji’s plate.
“Ahem, so what’s the schedule for today?”
When I asked awkwardly, Yun-ji answered while eating her salad and salmon.
“First, I’m meeting one person in the morning.”
Yun-ji handed me her phone. It showed a video that had been uploaded just yesterday.
“Chichiko? That’s a weird name. Is she a Chikorita or something?”
“Not funny. Apparently, she visits Korea really often. Her Korean is good, and she knows a lot about the country.”
“Oh.”
A Japanese person who visits Korea often. Normally, I would have made a fuss about how friendly that sounded, but after the Hanae incident yesterday, I found myself applying a strangely strict standard.
“She’s not one of those, is she? Like, a middle-aged man on the inside?”
“Who knows? We won’t know until we see her.”
“Hmm.”
I nodded while staring at the green-haired VTuber named Chichiko.
Despite her innocent appearance, her way of speaking was quite rough.
She spoke Korean occasionally, and she seemed very familiar with Korean insults and memes.
“She’s got quite the personality, huh?”
“Right? That’s why I wanted to pair her up with Hanae. They’d make a great duo.”
“…….”
So Chichiko almost ended up as a duo with a forty-year-old man.
“Anyway, we’re meeting Chichiko in the morning. We’ll meet someone else in the afternoon.”
Yun-ji continued her meal with an awkward posture. Watching her, Ju-hee let out a sigh and turned to me.
“Just how much did you do to make her like that?”
“…….”
“You should have at least let the girl sleep when she got back to the room, Woo-jin.”
“Ahem.”
She wasn't wrong.
In fact, Yun-ji had told me she’d be busy starting this morning and asked me not to be too rough.
But how can a person live only doing what they're told?
“It’s Oh Yun-ji’s fault for wearing something like that.”
This wasn't a case with only one victim.
“She literally woke me up while wearing an outfit that screamed 'take me.' You can't say this is entirely my fault.”
“That’s….”
Ju-hee glanced at Yun-ji.
Yun-ji was calmly eating her salad, acting elegant as if she hadn't heard a word.
“Senior, look. There’s a lion in a zoo. Suddenly, someone climbs over the fence and goes inside. Are you going to blame the lion?”
“……No.”
“Right? You’d call the person who went in a crazy bastard, wouldn't you? That’s exactly what happened yesterday.”
At my words, Ju-hee started to nod, then tilted her head and spoke.
“But you’re not a lion.”
“…….”
“You’re a human being capable of conversation. And usually, couples don't go so far that it interferes with the other person's daily life the next day.”
As expected of Captain Ju.
She was the epitome of being gifted in both the literary and martial arts.
But who was I?
A man who once held a position that could sway the entire nation.
A man who could have taken the chairman's seat of the Uju Group.
“Ahem, Senior, you have to look at it differently. I’m not that different from a lion.”
“Why? Don't you have that much self-control?”
To Ju-hee, who looked genuinely confused, I gave a firm nod.
“I, of course, have self-control.”
“……I?”
“But Mega Woo-jin has no self-control. Right, Mega Woo-jin? 'Yeah, I have no self-control.'”
“…….”
“…….”
Not only Ju-hee, but even Yun-ji, who had been eating quietly, stared at me.
Their expressions said they had no idea what kind of roleplay they had just witnessed.
“Wow, you guys don't know this?”
How could Yun-ji work in internet broadcasting and not know this?
“It’s a bit of an old meme, but it’s famous….”
I explained, feeling embarrassed.
I felt like a total loser who got excited talking about something only he knew.
“Ahem.”
Feeling awkward, I shifted my gaze upward from my lower half. If I tried to explain any further, I’d truly become an irredeemable loser.
In times like this, it was best to just eat as if nothing had happened.
“Well, it’s not entirely Woo-jin’s fault.”
Yun-ji, who had been eating in silence until now, finally spoke up.
“I was the one who went to him, after all.”
“Well, if you say so….”
I beamed as I watched Ju-hee back down.
“Exactly. I mean, if you were that worried, Senior, you could have come instead. Then Yun-ji could have rested while I was with you.”
“Do you want to get knocked out in this hotel today? Want me to give you a taste?”
“……No.”
As I answered sheepishly, Yun-ji smirked and rested her chin on her hand.
“Ah, I just want to rest in the hotel. I just want to lie in bed and have sex with Kim Woo-jin.”
Ju-hee looked at Yun-ji in shock.
“W-Wait. You did it yesterday. Why do it again?”
“Why not? I can do more. Sex feels good, doesn't it?”
Why did she feel like she was turning into Ye-rin?
‘Wait, maybe Yun-ji was always like this.’
Since Yun-ji was the type to speak her mind bluntly, maybe she had always been this way.
Responding to her words, I grinned and asked.
“Honestly, yesterday was great. Admit it.”
Yun-ji smirked and nodded.
“It was fucking amazing.”
I knew it.
“I should have you wear stuff like that more often. I definitely felt more power in my hips than usual.”
“I’m down.”
For me, the fact that she prepared something like that for me was more of a turn-on than the actual cosplay, so I didn't care what she wore.
Just the fact that she wore it was enough.
“Sigh, I… I can’t keep up with your conversations.”
At Ju-hee’s words, the two of us shared a subtle smile.
‘With Ju-hee Unni today?’
‘You’re crazy, Oh Yun-ji.’
‘So you hate the idea?’
‘I love it.’
The two of us exchanged glances, both of us eyeing Ju-hee, who sat between us, like predators.
* * *
10:00 AM.
Breakfast took longer than expected, but since the meeting place was only a 30-minute drive away—unlike yesterday—we arrived quickly.
We met Chichiko at a cafe.
Let me tell you right now.
Chichiko was the real deal.
She was a girl with a surprisingly decent face, and her voice was exactly the same.
Even her way of speaking was similar to her broadcasts; we had definitely found the right person.
Actually, rather than similar, it was a bit… excessive.
“Phew.”
Chichiko, who was exhaling cigarette smoke, had dyed blonde hair, and a tattoo on her neck that disappeared into her clothes—I couldn't tell how far it went.
She looked like a total delinquent.
If it had ended there, it would have been fine.
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
Behind Chichiko, several 'thugs' were glaring at us.
Or since we were in Japan and not Korea, should I call them Yakuza?
It wasn't hard to figure out why she had brought such men along.
“Me- akero, kono kuso-domo!” (Lower your eyes, you pieces of shit!)
“Hai! Hime-sama!” (Yes! Princess!)
The Yakuza goons immediately lowered their gaze.
When I glanced at Yun-ji, she said calmly.
“She told them to lower their eyes. And they replied, 'Yes, Princess.'”
“……Princess?”
“Yeah, Princess.”
I let out a hollow laugh at Yun-ji’s words.
A princess in this day and age? The cringe was almost lethal.
But it seemed the other side didn't feel the same way.
“Hey, pal.”
Chichiko pointed at me, then suddenly pulled a dagger from her bosom and slammed it onto the table.
“I can’t let it slide when someone mocks the Black Fate Syndicate.”
Black Fate Syndicate?
Was that the name of the Yakuza organization?
‘I feel like I’ve heard that somewhere before.’
While I was tilting my head in uncertainty, Ju-hee stood up abruptly and snatched the dagger from Chichiko.
Since they didn't speak the same language, she didn't say anything, but Chichiko seemed quite flustered by Ju-hee’s overwhelming presence.
However, our 'Princess' always traveled with her 'Knights.'
“Oi! Kora!”
“Nanda kora!”
The Yakuza friends standing behind her immediately glared at Ju-hee and started shouting.
“Sigh, what is this….”
In a situation where a fight seemed imminent, Yun-ji clutched her forehead.
She had just come to sign a VTuber contract, and now she was on the verge of a brawl.
Yun-ji turned to Ju-hee and made a request.
“Senior, can you clear these guys out so we can get the contract done?”
“It’s not hard.”
Ju-hee glanced at me.
Since she needed my permission, I let out a sigh and nodded.
“Show these disrespectful punks the spiciness of Kimchi.”
“……Suddenly, I don't want to do it anymore.”
Saying that, Ju-hee gestured with her chin toward the Yakuza and headed outside.
The Yakuza snorted and followed her.
“Hey, my boys are a bit rough. You better call an ambulance in advance.”
This Chichiko brat really thought we were here for a gang fight.
Just as I was about to say something out of sheer disbelief.
I saw the badge pinned to her chest, and a memory from deep within surfaced.
“Ah, ahhh! The Black Fate Syndicate! It’s them! The ones who kidnapped Chan-woo and got absolutely demolished by the bald guy and Senior Ju-hee!”
Back then, there was talk about Japanese Yakuza trying to take over some entertainment business or something.
Something about a Paewang and a Paeryong—.
Slide.
Just then, the door opened.
Without a single scratch or a hair out of place, Ju-hee calmly returned to her seat.
And then.
Clang.
She placed the dagger, now snapped in half, on the table and spoke as if giving a warning.
“Sumimasen.”
She was seriously terrifying.