Yaru's Creepy Pursuit

A male trash female streamer type VTuber—the kind they say you shouldn't get tangled with even if they drop dead? Insane.... Still, just in case, I started rereading the DM slowly.

"What the actual fuck...."

The spelling was garbage, and the ploy of name-dropping big corps was so obvious it was laughable.

And taking turns as manager? Bullshit—that's code for camping my stream dropping turret spam and simp comments.

If I were some desperate trash female streamer scraping by with 5 viewers, I might've fallen for it, but I used to be a moderator.

I knew exactly how terrifying the trash female streamer cartels were and had seen countless streams crash and burn because of them.

"Ugh, this guy's a total psycho...."

My cute voice made me try holding back the swears, but they slipped out anyway. With a heavy sigh, I shoved the DM aside without a second thought.

Getting mixed up with a trash female streamer cartel like that would end my streaming career on the spot. Viewers would start dipping, and the chat would turn into their playground.

And slipping in "female VTuber" on purpose? Even though I only flashed a fully clothed pic today? No need to guess—they're pervs.

"The trash female streamer scene is such a mess...."

The more I thought about it, the dizzier I got, so I shut off the monitor quick and headed to bed. Grabbing my phone to research this douchebag, I dove into the Broadcast Gallery.

Most trash female streamers barely show up unless you hit "load more" a bunch, but weirdly, two posts popped right up.

"Not as much of a nobody as I thought?"

Muttering to myself, I checked the threads.

The first post was ragging on him for shamelessly mooching.

The last one was straight promo. Could be a third party or someone griefing, but....

"Anyone can see it's him."

Regulars would spot the tells. When others post links, it's clean, but self-promo always has weird number-letter combos tacked on.

So either Yaru backdooring or some NEET griefing with his style.

"Top of the 'avoid at all costs' list ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠anyway."

Tsking, I searched my own name to calm down and checked the recent posts.

"Ha, damn... why does this feel kinda good?"

Definite sexual harassment—any girl should hate it—but it made me smug somehow.... I was rolling around on the bed giggling at gallery posts for a while when—

- ding-dong

"Yunnie, sis is here!"

"Coming to get it!"

I killed my phone, hopped off the bed, and headed to the door.

- beep-boop

"Aigoo, our cutie Yunnie worked hard today too."

The door swung open, and cold palms smacked my cheeks, rubbing wildly. Doing this right away? She must've had a rough day at work....

"You too, sis—tough day, huh."

"Psh, tough what."

Couldn't tell her to stop while she grinned and fiddled with my cheeks.

"Come in quick, it's cold out."

"With our cute Yunnie here, it's not cold at all?"

"...Seriously, cut the nonsense and get in."

Sis nodded happily, finally releasing my cheeks, and strolled inside.

"Straight from work to my place?"

"Duh. Missed our Yunnie so... wait."

She paused mid-step, patted my head, then buried her nose in my crown and sniffed.

"Yunnie, you didn't wash your hair, did you?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

That big a deal? I hadn't gone out—why bother? Blow-drying takes forever.... Plus, showering means she'd see me naked.

"Go wash while I cook."

"Yeah...? But I'm crashing soon anyway—do I have to now?"

I whined a bit, but sis narrowed her eyes smiling and closed in.

"Didn't say if you hate washing alone. Been a while—sis'll do it for you. C'mon."

"...Sorry."

"I'll grab your clothes—wash thorough, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠okay?"

I nodded meekly and slunk to the bathroom, head down. Why'd my treatment change like this....

Finally out of the shower, blow-drying settled the irritation from that DM.

"Yunnie, you almost done?"

"Nah, just drying my hair! Coming out now!"

Shaking off the last drops, I opened the bathroom door. Delicious smells filled the living room. Bulgogi... no, maybe galbi?

"Smells amazing—what is it?"

"Thin-sliced bulgogi! Saw it on sale on the way home, grabbed a pack."

I tossed the towel on the rack and scurried to the kitchen at sis's voice.

"Whoa...."

"What?"

Alone, I'd microwave everything, but gas stove action was novel. Especially that perfectly even thin-sliced bulgogi begging to be eaten....

"Looks tasty."

"Yeah? Should sis come every night for dinner then?"

"That cool? Your place is...."

I shut my eyes, trying to recall sis's apartment. Dad said never live far from her....

"Right upstairs?"

"Oh. Right."

I scratched my head sheepishly at her words. Duh—daughter-con dad wouldn't leave his baby alone.

"Won't it be a hassle for you, sis?"

"Nah, no biggie. Just one extra spoon. And without me, you'd live on delivery and mala tang, right?"

"Y-yeah...."

Couldn't deny it. Honestly, without her today, it'd be mala tang delivery.

"Then sit—you set the table, I'll finish up."

"Got it."

I unfolded the mini table in the corner like always and sat. Grabbing chopsticks, I checked Fess for tomorrow's stream notice when—a new DM.

This psycho.... Goosebumps everywhere. Read receipt shows, so if no reply, give up already—why push?

"Fuck, seriously...."

"Seo Ha-yoon. Why the swearing?"

Sis's voice made me look up—she stood there with plates, face a bit serious.

"Oh, uh... sis. Check this out."

She set the plates down and peered at my phone screen. Her expression darkening scared even me....

"...You reply?"

"No, haven't."

"Good. Don't reply—just ignore."

Her icy tone tensed me up too. Better not mess with sis....