Chapter 109
Chapter 109
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 109
Chapter Title: Not a Sandbag, But a VTuber
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Yoo Euisul found herself in quite a tricky situation.
Her current location was the summit of the mountain—her private property.
She had zero ideas on how to get the blackout-drunk Lee Jia down.
Lee Jia had pounded booze like there was no tomorrow and passed out cold.
"Snore... Zzz..."
Her drunken habit was conking out into sleep.
At least that was a relief. A hundred—no, a thousand times better than the type who starts wreaking havoc after drinking.
The problem was that this wasn't some cozy home; it was the peak of a damn mountain.
Of course, her private rest area had a nice warm fireplace, so there was no risk of freezing to death in her sleep.
Still, it was hardly an appropriate spot for crashing out.
Naturally, Yoo Euisul was the type who'd never cared for a drunk before—and had zero intention of starting now.
Not that she'd ever even drunk with anyone else to begin with.
Yoo Euisul drank solo ninety-nine times out of a hundred, and maybe once a year with Scheduled Hwan—the Awakener Association Chairman and her old colleague who knew her better than anyone.
No one else.
Unlike Lee Jia, Scheduled Hwan knew his limits inside out, so she'd never had to babysit his drunken ass either.
Well.
Even if he got properly sloshed and started acting up, Yoo Euisul was the kind of person who'd ditch him like yesterday's trash purely out of laziness.
Yoo Euisul mulled over her two options for a moment.
Option 1: Leave Lee Jia here and head home.
Option 2: Take Lee Jia home.
Her usual self would've picked 1 without a second thought.
But since the drunk in question was Lee Jia, she couldn't bring herself to stay ice-cold about it.
Favor was one scary emotion.
It could make people do shit they'd never normally touch—which was exactly why it was so damn frightening.
"Ugh, fuck it."
With that, Yoo Euisul roughly hauled up the plastered Lee Jia, scooped her into her arms, and started down the mountain.
No matter how lightweight the woman, lugging around a passed-out body was no picnic.
Luckily, Yoo Euisul was an Awakener whose physical specs maxed out the human limit.
Hoisting a 50- or 60-kilo woman was a breeze for her.
As she carried Lee Jia down the slope, Yoo Euisul thought to herself.
'Heavier than she looks.'
Well, yeah.
No matter how much of a Fervent Devotee she was, even she couldn't defy the laws of physics.
Just look at that generous ass and hefty fat padding.
Physics-wise, she had to weigh more than your average girl her age.
'Pig of a bitch.'
Why the hell was she stuck playing caretaker for a sloshed mess like this when she could be living it up?
Helping anyone but herself was uncharted territory for Yoo Euisul.
Starting to get pissed for no good reason, she vented a bit of stress.
Smack!
By lightly smacking the ass of the woman in her arms a few times.
"Eek!"
Lee Jia reacted.
"Zzz... Snore..."
Just a brief twitch, though—nowhere near enough to dent the tough build of a Fervent Devotee.
She was right back to snoozing in no time.
A body that sturdy might even make a decent sandbag.
Harboring that random thought, Yoo Euisul called for a substitute driver.
No matter how much of an asshole she was, she wasn't heartless enough to break the law.
And it wasn't just any driver, either.
[Yes, Euisul?]
"Sent you my location via text. Bring your license."
A reliable guy who knew Yoo Euisul's identity.
And Lee Jia's, too.
She phoned Kim Junghwan, Lee Jia's handler.
[Got it. Heading out now—be there in one minute.]
Surprisingly, he agreed on the spot without a single gripe or question.
The reason was simple.
In Kim Junghwan's eyes, Yoo Euisul wasn't the type to hassle people over nothing.
She was an extreme individualist.
She loathed helping others or accepting help right down to her core.
So even if her attitude sucked, she never actually bothered anyone.
By the time she reached the bottom of the mountain cradling Lee Jia, Kim Junghwan was already there waiting.
He eyed the dead-drunk Lee Jia and looked mildly shocked.
"Mind if I ask what the situation is...?"
"Drank her ass off and passed out. That's it."
"Pardon?"
Kim Junghwan blinked in confusion.
No telling if it was Lee Jia being wasted that threw him, or the fact that she'd been boozing with Yoo Euisul.
Whatever.
With a driver secured, Yoo Euisul opened the car door and aimed for the back seat...
...Ah.
Shit.
The ride she'd brought today was a two-seater sports car. No back seat.
Never once in her life had she found a two-seater inconvenient.
"You'll both have to take my car."
"Don't wanna leave mine parked here."
"No other options."
"Hold on."
The smart play would've been piling into his car, heading home, then cab-ing back later to retrieve the sports car.
But Yoo Euisul was getting irritated.
'Why should I go through that hassle for her?'
No matter how fond she was of Lee Jia.
Her patience had limits.
Soon enough, she popped open the trunk of her sports car.
"Ugh... Slurp... Snore..."
And crammed Lee Jia's body inside willy-nilly.
Kim Junghwan panicked.
"E-Euisul, that's illegal!"
"What is?"
"Stuffing a person in the trunk is straight-up against the law..."
"She ain't a person."
"..."
Wordplay.
Technically, Lee Jia's species wasn't human.
But she had ID, so legally? One hundred percent human.
"...This sucks."
Even she realized it was a bad idea, so Yoo Euisul relented without a fight.
A historic moment—Yoo Euisul feeling her first pangs of conscience.
With Yoo Euisul backing down, Kim Junghwan let out a relieved sigh.
"I'll drop you both home, then swing back for your car."
"Nah. I'll handle it. Butt out."
Like most Awakener Association staff.
Kim Junghwan didn't exactly hold warm feelings for Yoo Euisul, either.
Couldn't blame him.
Same age, yet she spat informal speech like it was nothing.
Her trademark asshole attitude grated hard, so he'd pegged her as unreasonable.
But it was a misunderstanding.
Her mouth was rude as hell, sure—but she was actually pretty reasonable.
...Thanks to Lee Jia, maybe?
Reassessing her anew.
"Understood. Let's roll."
Kim Junghwan hit the gas.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Nuuuwaaah..."
I let out a zombie groan as I dragged myself out of bed.
My last clear memory was knocking back drinks with Yoo Euisul during some pretty serious talk.
After that? Blackout. Nothing.
No clue how I got down the mountain.
No idea how I made it home or ended up safely tucked into bed.
Somehow.
I must've been a total pain in the ass for Yoo Euisul.
I'm no instant-teleport type—there's no way I got back alone.
She definitely saw me home.
How'd that even go down, Reflecting Myriad Stars?
Aren't Fervent Devotees supposed to have iron livers compared to normals?
...Sure, I chugged a full bottle of 40% spirits, then topped it off with three-plus beers.
B-But still! I'm a Fervent Devotee, damn it. I shouldn't black out like that.
Film completely snapped, so no idea if I did anything stupid.
Hmm.
Forcing the hazy bits...
I can kinda picture Yoo Euisul smacking my ass.
What the hell?
Memory glitch? No way she'd do that.
Just chalk it up to error and move on.
Beats me how I vaulted a three-meter gate into my place.
But given Yoo Euisul's physical prowess, hopping it with my chunky self in tow didn't seem impossible.
Window was open anyway—probably hauled me straight to the bedroom that way.
I fired off a long text to Yoo Euisul.
Basically: Had a blast, sorry for the hassle.
Her reply?
[Yoo Euisul: ㅇ]
Pure Yoo Euisul—short and sweet.
Yeah, I overdid it without a second thought.
But it was such a good time, I didn't regret ditching the stream one bit.
A cold shower finally snapped me awake, and I headed straight down to the basement studio to tackle work.
Clock said 2 p.m.
Late start meant a piled-up mess.
Before I knew it, I was a solid three-month pro streamer.
Mindless streaming didn't cut it anymore.
Had to check YouTube trends.
Manage the staff.
Peek at messages from other streamers in voice chat apps.
Scan the cafe for new posts.
As I chipped away at the backlog—including overdue emails—I let out.
"Oh..."
An impressed gasp slipped out.
Not because some creepy stalker mailed me their dick pic.
My first-ever ad inquiry had landed.
And the subject line was killer.
Subject: Hello, Jia. Contacting regarding an ad inquiry for [God-Given Crunch, Crescendo Chicken!]
A chicken brand tapping a VTuber? Eye-catching.
And that 'God-given crunch' tagline? Gold.
...Might as well see what they had to say.