Clarification Broadcast

After barely finishing my bowl of hearty beef soup, I felt strangely empty inside. I tidied up and sat there blankly at my desk. Since it was almost lunchtime, I grabbed my phone to text my sister.

The reply came instantly, so fast it gave me chills—like, was she really working right now? And that cute emoticon made it a little creepy.

Right after I sent the text, she fired off a few photos and receipt screenshots in a row. I started checking them one by one.

Some showed me clinging to her arm, grinning like an idiot. Others captured the exact moment I downed a shot of soju.

And then I found the cutest—no, the best one.

"...C-cute, huh."

My face flushed bright red, smiling adorably at the camera. Back in the day, I'd strike some weird pose when drunk for pics, but here I looked like the picture-perfect lovable little sister anyone would adore.

Grinning like a total moron like that? I must've been out of my mind. If my little sister had seen a pic of me smiling like that back then, she'd have cursed me out.

"Haa... Can't post this one."

I could blur my face and body to make it work, but with not even a hint of her finger, they'd complain about that too. Guess I'd have to use the one where her hand was slightly visible from petting my head.

They'd spam stuff like "Polar Bear Alert!" for sure, but no choice. I clutched my dizzy head and shuffled to the computer.

"Ugh, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠editing pics is such a pain..."

Normally, I'd sleep more, grab a quick lunch, download today's game, and prep the stream. Now, photos first.

I had to erase my face, body, background people, logos—anything identifiable. No matter how pretty and cute Riee was, doxxing myself to viewers wouldn't end well.

[PM 01:55]

"Urgh...!"

I'd edited the photos, scarfed down some mala tang ramen for lunch, downloaded today's game, and now stretched dramatically.

Starting the stream felt extra nerve-wracking today—probably 'cause the trolls ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠demanding proof would swarm.

I double-checked the clarification pics and receipts, set the title, took a deep breath, queued up my Live2D rig and chill BGM, then slowly hit start.

I silently banned the over-the-line chats while the song played. Knew it'd be like this, but seeing the trolls rage hit like my mod days—headache incoming.

I flew through the mouse, cutting off viewers left and right. Slower without sis's help, but by song's end, I'd axed like 30.

"H-hi everyone!"

They'd just watched me ban, yet trolls kept crawling out endlessly.

"Yep! Drank soju with sis last night!"

Part of me wanted to ban the guys slyly probing if it was a boyfriend, but that'd fuel rumors I was hiding something.

"No, seriously not a BF! Had mala xiang guo for snacks—hold on, lemme show a pic!"

Instead, I whined innocently and popped up the pre-edited photo.

Everything but me, the background, and one finger was cat-stickered over—but clearly all girls.

"E-everyone? Calm down a bit."

The chat ignited faster than expected. Thought I'd covered it, but lazy sticker-stretching backfired...

"Th-thanks for the superchat..."

The stream went straight to hell. One pic tripled viewers, chat sped up 5x.

Should've just cropped to sis's hand and my face? I shut the pic, sighed, squeezed my eyes shut, and clicked a game.

"...Everyone. Today's game is Eternal Loop."

Planned low-chat for an hour, then "Sinayang Lab" visual novel—but thicc chars would drag me back in, no thanks.

"Alright, Eternal Loop solo queue! First real game post-tutorial, right?"

Hitting a real game turned chat into a funeral. The pic-hype crowd vanished, denial chats everywhere.

"Okay, first game—I'll try Shorichi!"

Iconic troll champ first match? Chat reaction obvious.

Chat ablaze—satisfying. Swapping boob bait to game bait? Stream talent? Or just troll skills...

Familiar pick screen—I locked Shorichi without hesitation.

Chaos chat made my chest swell with pride.

Cool line dropped, and boom—my char plummeted to central Lumian Island. Oh man, this'll be fun.

"I got #1, right?"

Only 3 games in, and I was wiped. Game easy, but pretending to suck at my 6-year main? Torture.

Acting worked, though—viewers saw "talented newbie." Dodged smurf drama, thank god.

"Alright, then..."

Eternal Loop magic! Vaporized 300 viewers in 50 mins... scary game. I quit quick, pulled up chat.

"That's Eternal Loop for today! Fun, right?"

Viewers loving it felt good, but my life game getting this treatment stung. Shoulda stuck to majors like LeoRe...

"What next?"

I chuckled at chat, switched screens.

Sensing doom, they apologized nonstop—but I was WWE-ing; no real Eternal Loop encore.

Oh... this. Wasn't planning to.

"Just one more round. Gotta eat somehow."