Sister Heat

Even I had to admit, today's stream was packed full of good stuff. Sure, the viewer count was lower than previous ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠broadcasts, but with all the troll floaters gone, the vibe in chat was better than ever. Thanks to that, we had a chill karaoke session that went on forever, and we even decorated the fan cafe together with the viewers.

The only downside? I wanted to play some games, but after nearly three hours ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of karaoke, there just wasn't time. Still, tomorrow I'm collabing with Huran unnie all day, so that should make up for it, right? The viewers didn't seem to mind much either.

"Ugh...! We streamed for a really long time today. Almost seven hours, huh?"

"Yes, yes! Tomorrow I'll eat dinner around 7 and go live! And since my throat's sore today, I'm skipping roll call. Sorry...."

My Live2D rig mirrored my gloomy expression. With under 300 viewers, I really wanted to do it, but pushing further would spell trouble for tomorrow.

"Thanks everyone! Tomorrow I'm heading over to unnie's, so if I get the chance, I'll post some pics to the fan cafe!"

I spotted the purple character waving in chat and unnie's message, grinned, and hit the end broadcast button.

The moment the message popped up on my monitor, I stretched with all my might.

"Huuuugh...! That was exhausting."

Leaning back in my chair, my whole body screamed in protest. Back when I was cranking out assignments, I could sit for 12 hours straight no problem. Why was sitting this long so brutal now? Probably from belting out songs for three hours straight.

I desperately wanted to dive into bed and crash, but I still had to eat dinner and apply for Pajizik Pro before unnie showed up. Pulling up the Pajizik Studio window, I saw the upgrade conditions had flipped from red to green.

"Hehe, subs should unlock now, right?"

I'd only ever subbed to other streams—receiving them myself felt kinda nerve-wracking. Better to announce it on the fan cafe first. I hopped in and whipped up a notice.

I posted the notice and, exactly three minutes later, smashed the upgrade button without hesitation. No way no one subs, right? That'd be embarrassing...

The confirmation popped up, and I watched the numbers climb on the right side of the studio. Diving into sub management:

"Whoa... insane."

57 subs in a blink—mind-blowing. Huran unnie snagging the first one was a bit scary but thrilling. 5,000 won each... nah, it wasn't about the money. It was the viewers showing up that mattered. I was about to post a thank-you on the fan cafe when—

*Ding-dong*

The doorbell. Ugh, such a hassle every time. Next time, just tell unnie to let herself in.

Too busy jamming to songs, no one reacted Plus heart next to nickname? She donated too?

After scarfing down dinner, I flopped face-first onto the bed, scrolling the gallery on my phone. I couldn't stop giggling.

Day 7 of streaming, total earnings 240,000 won. Even factoring subs, hourly wage wasn't huge, but it was thrilling.

"Ehehehe...."

Kicking my feet under the blanket in glee, phone in hand—

"What's got our Yoonie so happy?"

"Huh?"

A shadow fell over my phone, then unnie flopped onto my back, hugging me tight. The small but definite weird sensation made me freeze.

"U-Unnie! Boobs!"

"What's wrong with unnie's boobs?"

"They're touching!"

"Hng...."

Instead of pulling away, unnie pressed even closer against my back.

"Is our Yoonie shy?"

Her voice right in my ear sent chills down my spine. Do all sisters do this? We're the weird ones, right? Right?! While I panicked, unnie just chuckled....

"Haa...."

"Hmm, D-cup? Or E?"

Face-down on the bed, panting, while unnie casually muttered behind me like it was nothing. Didn't she ever get tired of this daily routine?

"Our Yoonie squirming is just adorable."

Unnie's soft laugh from behind made me whip my head around to glare.

"I hate you...."

"Unnie'll measure properly. Gotta know for cute clothes."

Her shameless excuse left me speechless—I buried my face back in the bed. Cute clothes my ass. She just wanted to.

"I'm sleeping now!"

"Sleep with unnie tonight?"

"Argh, seriously! Whatever!"

I flailed my arms from under the blanket, but all I felt was her hand stroking my hair and that smug chuckle. After petting me forever, she slipped into the spot beside me, burrowing under the covers.

"Ugh, so cramped!"

"Snug like this, it's not."

I wanted to yell at her to go upstairs already, but I was too worn out for banter. She'd tire out and head back eventually.