For a Million Won, I'll Be Your Dog

Starting your very first stream and immediately hitting double-digit viewers can be considered a massive success. Going from absolute zero to thirty viewers right off the bat? That was just insane. If I could turn twenty—no, even just ten of them into "concrete" loyal viewers, it would be an astronomical achievement. It was all thanks to that first viewer who promoted me. But how on earth did they promote me to bring in thirty people? Was it really my looks doing all the heavy lifting? I told myself not to get cocky just because of a little growth, and to maintain my humble rookie stance by sticking to polite, formal speech. I had lost my temper and dropped the formalities earlier when they teased me about my flat chest, but let's just write that off as a minor hiccup.

"Now then, let's read the next email."

"How could a mere rookie like me speak informally to our sky-high viewers? I must show proper respect."

"That's strange... Why do viewers keep mistaking me for a guy?"

"Flat..... Hey, get out."

"Fine... I mean, fine. I'll just speak informally. Happy?"

"Since you're precious viewers, I'll let you live for now. But I'm writing your names down in my ledger, and the moment I escape rookie status, you're all getting banned."

"If you tease me about my chest size, I'll write you down in my Death Note or my revenge ledger, so watch out."

After warning the viewers, I read the next email.

"It's my first stream today, so of course there aren't any rules. But should we set some?"

"Upvote..."

"Rules are set."

I displayed the rules I had written down in Notepad on the screen.

"This should be enough, right? I can add more if needed."

"Me neither."

"Then die."

As an example of the newly established rules, I banned one viewer from the room. Even though it was a ban, I only set it for one day, so it was basically just a WWE-style show ban.

While scanning the chat, one message caught my eye.

"As long as it doesn't get me banned, anything is fine. Since I'm a rookie, even viewers who make dirty jokes are precious."

Simultaneously with the permission of dirty jokes, I could see the number of emails in my inbox rapidly increasing.

"Alright, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠let's read the next email."

"Umm~ What does 'used as firewood' mean? I don't really know."

The very first donation since starting the stream. And it wasn't just a tiny thousand-won tip, but a whopping ten thousand won. Even though it came with the bizarre description of a "usage fee," ten thousand won was still a huge amount of money for a rookie streamer.

"Thank you so much for the ten-thousand-won donation!!"

I bowed my head deeply toward the camera. Since I had never expected to receive any donations, I hadn't prepared any reactions, so I just tried to convey my gratitude as best as I could this way.

Question marks flooded the chat all at once, as if I had done something terribly wrong. Was it because I accepted ten thousand won as a mere rookie without doing some crazy reaction?

"I'm so sorry! Since today is my first stream, I didn't prepare any donation reactions. I will definitely have some ready for the next stream!"

Ah, so the male streamer I had watched in the past wasn't the only one who treated his viewers like dirt. Male streamers would swear at you for a ten-thousand-won donation, but here I was, with this face, expressing overwhelming gratitude for the same amount. No wonder they were reacting so well.

"That's only for those male streamers. I'm clearly just a rookie."

"Honestly, ten thousand won to someone who just started streaming today? That's a massive amount."

The chat was flooded with people offering to take responsibility for me. Knowing that trying to argue would only make me the loser, I ignored them and read the next email.

"I wonder? Again, it's my first stream, so I haven't decided on anything. But if a 1,000,000 won donation comes in, I'll bark like a dog."

"Feel free to clip it. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'm a rookie anyway, so no one's going to watch it, but I'd actually be grateful if you did."

I didn't have the luxury to pay attention to the chat. The donation amount displayed on the screen was definitely 1,000,000 won. I counted the number of zeros several times. Six digits. It was definitely a million won. The reaction in the chat room only confirmed it.

Now was not the time to stand there dazed. A reaction, I needed a reaction worthy of that amount immediately...!

"Woof! Woof woof!! Arf arf arf!!!"

I stood up, brought my face close to the camera, and barked fiercely. In my haste to stand up, my chair flipped backward, but that was the least of my concerns right now.

Feeling that just barking wasn't enough, I put both hands on my head to look like puppy ears. It was a moment of profound realization that human dignity could easily vanish for a million won.

That day, my first stream ended with me barking so hard my throat went completely hoarse.

A few minutes later, the post was deleted.

The banned user used a macro to upload an astronomical number of posts all at once.

On the day Kim Minser threw away her human dignity, an incident occurred in the Female Streamer Gallery where the moderator themselves had to write a formal apology letter.