Emergency Martial Law vs. The Protesters

The declaration of emergency martial law versus the protesters. The AAA incident that occurred during the June 5, 2026 broadcast was 100% Deputy Yoon Juhee's responsibility. It was the kind of thing that wouldn't have happened if she hadn't made me wear it in the first place. I originally didn't wear them and planned to keep living just fine without them, but she persuaded me into buying underwear. Without that trigger, even if I'd accidentally exposed my shopping list, the purchase history of an AAA-cup junior bra would never have leaked. In short, it was 100 percent, 1,000 percent, entirely Deputy Yoon Juhee's fault.

"I'm really sorry. Are you okay? I could help set the mood for the stream if you want."

Deputy Yoon Juhee came all the way to my house and stocked the fridge with various side dishes. It wasn't like I'd ordered from a banchan shop or hired a personal chef service. She asked me all sorts of questions that felt a bit too clingy for a simple business partner, and as a result she figured out that my cooking skills topped out at boiling ramen and pasta. So she started visiting to share her homemade side dishes and cook meals for me. Could I interpret the rich, refreshing flavor of this doenjang jjigae as a proposal?

By the way, isn't the homeowner supposed to be the one treating the guest? This picture of the guest treating the homeowner feels a little off. Anyway, separate from the daily life support, Deputy Yoon Juhee suggested a chat moderation solution to clean up her mistake. The rumors that had already spread across the internet couldn't be helped, but controlling the stream atmosphere itself wasn't difficult. Calling a woman's chest an AAA cup was clearly sexual harassment. If someone typed it in chat, they could all be banned, and the worst offenders could even be reported. That way, at least the word "AAA" would stop during the broadcast.

But I decided against that option.

"Do you know about the pratfall effect?"

Not every viewer can be controlled by the streamer. But in the end, the stream's atmosphere is something the streamer creates. Therefore, any streamer who truly wants to succeed must control their own broadcast vibe well.

"What is that?"

"It's a psychological effect where people with small mistakes and flaws are liked more than those ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who seem too perfect."

I had been too perfect at the game. So revealing some gaps in my daily life would actually be good. People prefer those with a bit of error—some human touch—over people who are so flawless they seem like machines. It started as an accident, but turning it into fuel for stream growth... my planning and broadcasting ability truly scared even me.

As expected of me.

I already knew the direction of my own stream best. Kick out the anti-fans who love me ironically, and cherish the anti-fans who come to hate-watch. But my gaming skill was so outstanding that there was nothing to criticize even if they wanted to. Now the back-and-forth would finally work properly.

June 6. A solemn day to honor the patriotic martyrs and fallen heroes. Even on that day, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I was slicing through enemies on the battlefield.

"The game just ended, so talk about the game. What is all this nonsense?"

"I only turned on the handcam! What do you mean back-turned broadcast!"

To prevent broadcasting accidents, my handcam was positioned and angled to show only my hands, keyboard, and mouse. There was no way my chest area could be visible. These guys were pretending to joke while looking at the Gaeharu panel in the bottom-right of the stream screen, but they were actually attacking my real body that wasn't even on camera.

I knew what people liked. Because I knew, I tried to accept it to some degree instead of getting serious. But the people didn't know how to restrain themselves. It had been over three hours since the stream started, yet eighty percent of the chat was only talking about chests. Did ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they think this was a chest debate forum?

"Can't be helped. I'm declaring emergency martial law."

"I'm designating the June 4 and June 5 ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠influx as the worst generation and will execute them as I see fit."

The number of stream channel followers had increased by eight thousand overnight. I knew rumors would spread, but I never imagined this scale. I really couldn't guess how far the news had traveled. Maybe it had even reached the other side of the planet. That's what the internet does.

If you clicked on a viewer's profile in the stream channel, you could see when that person had followed the stream. I randomly selected ten viewers whose follow dates were June 4 or 5 and gifted them a one-week ban. To me, who had only ever given ten-hour bans at most in the past, a one-week ban was practically the Joseon-era equivalent of exile—a serious punishment.

The last one to be executed shouted "The Earth is flat!" like Galileo Galilei before dying.

Junior, flat-earth theory, AAA, battery, 5cm, cutting board, cliff, doesn't have it, but it was there? No, it didn't exist from the beginning. Why were there so many expressions in the world for mocking flat chests? To normalize the never-ending chat, extreme measures were ultimately the only option. Declaration of emergency martial law. Purging of the Flat Earth faction. With only Taegeukgi flags rising in the chat, I thought the situation had been resolved, but then—

Suddenly a few Taegeukgi flags started changing into torches.

"Do you think this is your protest room?"

I turned on emote-only chat. Emote-only chat meant viewers could only type emotes.

Why the hell does that kind of emote even exist?

There were too many secret codes that conveyed meaning, so emote-only chat couldn't stop the protest. In the end I set follower-only chat for ten days. It had only been six days since I started streaming. Now not a single speck of dust could rise in the chat.

"Now it's finally quiet."

"Hey!"

An internet broadcast that had crossed the line. Was this okay? A person's physical appearance wasn't something they chose, yet was it right to humiliate them this much? If you all wanted to become demons, then I would become the great demon who absorbed every last bit of that malice.

"Honestly, half the people watching this stream probably have bigger chests than me, right? What if you neglect them and they start sagging? Shall we go buy bras together tomorrow?"

With that bombshell statement, I lifted the frozen chat.

The stream was completely ruined.