Cam Stream with a Super Super Pretty Guest
Whiskey turned out to be a far stronger drink than I had expected.
The moment I sat down beside Elderin, the buzz hit me hard.
Startled by the smell of alcohol on me, Elderin pulled up a notepad on her broadcast monitor.
You okay?
Didn't you drink too much?
“I’m fine…… really. It’s just starting to feel good.”
The chains that had been binding me were being scraped away.
Once the negative emotions washed off, I could manage a little smile.
Choosing the alcohol had been the right call after all.
My eyes lost focus every now and then, but reading the chat was no problem at all.
Elderin was looking at me as if asking what I planned to do.
Everyone probably thought I was hesitating, but my mind was already made up.
I was going all in.
If not now, I never would.
Even if I ended up thrashing around under the covers tomorrow, I was going to enjoy this moment.
“Yeees, I’m Gawol. Unnie said she’d put me on stream, so I tagged along. Pfft…… Did I disappoint you? Am I not that great?”
Ah, thank god.
It wasn’t as painful as I’d feared.
I still stammered, but I didn’t feel like clawing my throat out with my nails.
My mind didn’t get sucked down into some deep pit either.
It felt a little colder, but still bearable.
“I don’t like that…… Hurry up and say I’m pretty. I’m scared, you know.”
“Well? This is the little sister I went through hell to bring here. She’s really pretty, right? I told you. You’d be missing out if you didn’t see her.”
“Unnie, give me some water over there……”
“Sure, here.”
I slipped the straw under my mask and drank some water.
My throat was strangely dry.
Maybe from all the tension.
Unlike in the game, the trembling came first instead of excitement.
I clenched and unclenched my fists for no reason, took deep breaths.
And then, every so often, when someone in chat said I was pretty—
“Hnn…….”
The corners of my mouth lifted without me meaning to.
Wearing the mask had been a good idea after all.
I didn’t want to show them this goofy grin so easily.
That would make me look too easy.
A girl who’d been thinking about her death date just a moment ago, now with her heart pounding so hard she couldn’t stand it—if they saw that, I’d look ridiculous.
That was a familiar nickname.
I hadn’t known, but this person was one of Elderin’s regulars.
Did it suit me, or not? Hard to say.
“I-in the game I’m the strongest. Not here though. If you call me a loser…… I’ll come find you.”
“Pause the chat for a second. I’m writing all of this down.”
“Okay, here. Sorry everyone, but today I’m going to do everything Gawol asks for.”
“Pfft. If you guys are coming to the New Continent, you’d better come prepared.”
I copied the IDs from the chat window and sent them to my personal messages.
That way I could look them up later at home.
This was exactly why you had to keep your internet ID and game nickname separate.
In the middle of that, Elderin’s gaze dropped a little.
Wondering what was up, I looked down and realized I was fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
Since when?
I flinched and pulled my hand away, but then something felt empty.
Like this strangely anxious feeling wouldn’t settle.
I needed something in my hands.
I grabbed the water bottle again and took another drink.
My chin must have shown when I put the straw under the mask.
Chat exploded in an instant.
It felt like my whole body had been electrocuted.
Maybe what I’d drunk wasn’t alcohol but something as dangerous as a drug.
Some kind of pleasure chemical was flowing through my veins.
From my chest to my back—a hot flush rose in places I couldn’t even describe.
Even the breath rising from my throat carried heat.
My lower belly tingled, and my toes curled for no reason.
My hands felt too empty.
So I grabbed the hem of Elderin’s skirt again.
Holding and fiddling with something made my heart settle a little.
“You want to see me take the mask off……? Hmm, what should I do……,”
I held the mask with one hand and moved it like I might pull it down, or not.
Lowered it to the bridge of my nose—then pulled it back up.
Lifted the bottom to show my jawline, then put it back.
The way they stirred with every little gesture of mine made me burst out laughing.
“Ah, ahaha. This is fun. Hehe…… Want to see more? I don’t wanna. I’m not showing you.”
“Ah, no trolling. This is Unnie’s stream, you know. Pfft. My nape? Why my nape? No scars. It’s clean.”
“Hnn, nothing lewd though. Is the nape barely safe? Unnie, what do you think?”
“Wouldn’t that be too stimulating?”
“She says so? Then I won’t show you. Hmm, I’m a good girl who listens.”
I wrapped my clothes tightly around myself.
So even the skin that had already been showing wouldn’t be visible.
Of course chat went up in flames, but watching that had its own flavor.
By the way, how many people were watching right now?
Huh…… the number looked a little weird.
I’d almost never seen a number like this while watching streams.
Official pro leagues of Infinity Black, or showcases for popular games.
Unless it was a really special case, you rarely broke into the 20,000-viewer range—and it was sitting right there.
No. If it climbed a little more, it might go even higher.
“Uh, uh……? A-a lot of people came. What’s going on. Unnie, you’re a huge corporation.”
“Right now they’re here to see you, not me. Looks like word already spread somewhere. Even I’ve never seen numbers like this.”
“Eugh? Then I really don’t want to take the mask off……,”
Even so, wasn’t this way too many?
Now even my dynamic vision couldn’t keep up with the chat.
Only the occasional 🔥 emoji stood out here and there.
Donations kept popping too.
Once they piled up, I had no idea which ones to answer first.
“Unnie. What do I do? I couldn’t see the ones that came first…….”
“I’ll show them one by one.”
“Right…… they asked to see my nape. I forgot, so I’ll show just a tiny bit.”
I tugged open the collar I’d been clutching.
Slipped my index finger in toward my shoulder.
Pushed my white neck and collarbone forward so the camera could see clearly.
“Don’t spread this…… anywhere else. It’s embarrassing.”
“A-armpits, why do you like those so much. I really don’t get it. You’re all perverts. Pfft……. No thighs though.”
My legs were hard to move, so that was out.
The buzz was climbing higher little by little.
Borrowing alcohol’s power had been good, but maybe I’d borrowed too much.
Was it because I’d brought it up myself?
There were a ton of chats asking to see my armpits.
Nothing I couldn’t grant—so I held my neck and opened my arms.
“You really like this kind of thing? Your heads are weird. You guys are seriously perverts. Then, do you like this too?”
The soft flesh between my armpits that wasn’t easy to show.
I brought my fingers deep in and gently rubbed.
The soft flesh squished under my fingers, then bounced right back.
I pressed lightly with my fingers, squishing and kneading.
With my index finger I spread the skin open a little, then let go.
Watching the chat explode made me feel loved.
This was dangerous.
I had to be careful. My head was so blissed out I couldn’t think of anything.
“Wet it for me? No. Too annoying to wipe again. Next time we meet I’ll do it.”
Mixed in with the donations were game talk.
What happened with the war, was I sticking with Sulbbang, did I really have no plans for going pro.
Pfft, I don’t like those either. I’m not answering.
That way they’ll come watch me again next time.
I still wanted to be loved more, after all.
“Right, I had something to say. Should I say this and then take the mask off? Hnn…….”
I still had a few weeks left.
With that much time I could get through the first siege just fine.
It might end up being Gawol’s last battle, so I wanted to make it as flashy as possible if I could.
“Is Cross-nim watching? The Cross guild master.”
Hoo.
I took a short breath.
“D-don’t mess with me. Balding old man. You’re small fry now. I…… could beat you with my feet. If you get on your knees and beg me properly, I’ll let you suck my toes.”
I finished speaking and took off the mask.
A little scared, I looked at my face on the screen.
Thankfully—it held a bright, playful smile.