Chapter 87

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 87

Chapter Title: How an NTR Streamer Survives

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"What should we do, sunbae?"

"No way around the cold. We push forward."

"Wait a sec..."

Isolde seemed to be mulling something over.

I stopped at the cave entrance, barely shielded from the wind, and waited for her.

"Hello~! Your idol, Solly here! Today's content~!"

...Impressive.

Even in extreme conditions, her streaming aegyo just pours out.

A surprise live stream drew in about 500 viewers instantly.

"Of course~! You guys didn't donate to watch, so I went all chu-chu with Sanghyeok sunbae."

Pop!

Donations explode again.

"Ack! GodDManKimSanghyeokWansae-nim~~ Thanks for the 50 coins!"

"...You sure it's okay to be doing this now?"

"Aigoo~ Sanghyeok sunbae just watches what Solly does."

Isolde switched to her cute tone, then summoned hot packs with a flurry of donation effects from viewers.

"..."

Hot packs.

Exactly what we needed right now.

"Your talent's super useful."

Not just weapons, huh.

"I get a list of stuff I can redeem with donations."

"What about those 800 coins from earlier? Can you use those too?"

"They vanish if I end the stream. Though they do hit the bank."

I see...

"Then why'd you turn it off?"

"..."

Isolde started to say something but clamped her mouth shut.

Her cheeks flushed red. Must be freezing.

"...Here, hot pack~ D-rank oppa."

"Ah. Yeah. Thanks."

"Sarika too."

We not only thawed our hands with the hot packs but stuffed them into inner pockets of our uniforms for some cozy relief against the chill.

"..."

The item name's a bit iffy...

"Figured we'd warm up a bit before going..."

"It's fine."

"It's awfully dark inside. Should we wait at the entrance till dawn...?"

"If some mystery monster pops out, we'll get chased off right away."

While waiting for the two, I checked the compensator on my Glock 19.

Good thing I'd tinkered with the pistol after realizing I needed light in that zombie apocalypse dungeon.

SureFire.

Flash!!!

"Darkness won't be an issue."

Don't underestimate modern tactical flashlight tech.

SureFire's built for extreme conditions—not just "bright," but blinding if shone in eyes like a flashbang.

Blasting that in a cave?

It exposed every dank secret the cave hid.

Visibility shot way up.

"You're so prepared, sunbae."

"Didn't think of hot packs, though."

No way I'd expect to end up in the boonies.

But with the indoor combat god SureFire, no sudden ambushes from the dark.

"This much light, I can help too."

Sarika drew her sword.

"Warmed up? Let's go. Way cozier deeper in."

"...To get sleeping bags... need donations..."

...

While Isolde schemed NTR scenarios for donations, Sarika and I pressed on smoothly.

Sarika seemed pleased with her point notifications too.

"Clear this place, make it a rebel base or something, right?"

"Yeah. About time I'm a rebel warrior, not a thief."

"Can't the leader reclass you?"

Isolde and Sarika froze.

Role-play time.

"I dub thee rebel warrior, Sarika Milfy."

"Thank you, true king of this land."

Huh. Points for me too.

"This the spot?"

"Yeah, looks like it."

I took a deep breath.

"...Lady Isolde, I'll secure the interior first. Follow safely."

"Hee-hee. Such a handsome bodyguard... Come to my bedchamber tonight."

"Sol... That doesn't seem right..."

"..."

I stayed silent, and Solly's face turned tomato red.

Crafting NTR scenarios ain't easy.

Chat messages popped up around the smartphone.

"Sunbae, monster ahead."

"Where."

The monster had better situational awareness.

Deep enough that wind faded, a skeleton greeted us.

Bang! Bang!

I blew the skeleton's head off on sight.

It staggered up anyway, so Sarika smashed them with wind-infused sword strikes.

Boom!!

Bone shards scattered cleanly with the gust.

"Nice."

"Thanks to your bright light... Ack!"

"Whoa, don't look back. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Blinding."

"Ugh... Okay..."

"Eyes front in front. I'll light it up."

What? Perception getting nerfed?

No nasty traps at a glance...

Over ten traces of black illusion feathers. Meaning double digits failed here.

More animal-bone totems along the path.

"Found a manuscript, sunbae."

"Manuscript?"

Why in a cave like this...

"Warns of a hideous witch inside."

Sarika kept up her shy act.

"With this around, soldiers won't relax. Let's purge the ghost story source."

Good job.

"Let's do it, comrade Sarika."

"Did I do good?"

"You did great, Sarika. Way better than bedroom duty tonight."

"Pfft...!"

Isolde trembled as she spoke.

"No more hot packs if they run out, Sarika..."

"Sorry...!"

Haha.

Did Serena tag along for the teasing too?

Then, something sliced through the cave air and nailed Sarika's head.

Thwack!

"Gah!"

"Sarika!"

I shielded her fall and fired inward.

Bang! Bang!

"You okay?"

"Yeah... Felt like a rock..."

A eerie, distorted voice echoed from the cave depths.

"...Don't come..."

I triggered Perception right away.

This spell...?

'No way...'

"Sunbae!"

"Ugh!"

This time, magic bullets rained toward us; Sarika shielded me.

We hunkered low, waiting them out.

"What now?"

"Fall back for now. Plan after..."

"Eek!?"

Isolde's scream this time.

The floor suddenly collapsed under us into a pit.

"Urk!?"

Couldn't move; tangled with Sarika.

Not the time for lewd thoughts, but her soft skin was impossible to ignore.

"Pit trap! Careful!"

Losing light now would doom us.

I gripped the Glock tight, lit the area, precisely targeting every falling skeleton.

Sarika shook off dirt and fought too.

'No pit trap before. Did I miss it?'

Anyway, had to repel the skeleton assault.

Sometimes swung the Benelli stock like a club in a pinch.

Skeleton swings in tight space were plenty threatening.

"S-Sol can't do melee!"

"Behind me! I'll protect you!"

No breather in the pit; kept fighting.

Only when bone piles stacked underfoot could we slowly crawl out.

Pulled up Sarika and Isolde, back to the passage as magic bullets poured, quick strategy huddle.

"You two, stay quiet here. No breathing even."

"Sunbae... Got a plan?"

I switched off the SureFire.

Darkness enveloped us instantly.

"I'll sneak in solo."

To dodge bullets, needed even lower crawl.

Better me than skirt girls scraping skin on stone.

"Too dangerous. Opponent's a witch."

"Keep drawing attention from here. Bang walls, make noise. That's the plan."

"..."

"..."

Seeing visualized messages escape the phone felt pretty embarrassing.

"...Everyone approves, huh."

"Sorry for messing up your party's vibe."

"We trust you, sunbae."

"...I trust sunbae too! ...I'll suck you off after."

"No other ideas? Aren't you the perv expert?"

Fake perv, you too.

One En-chan ultra-perv speech would open your ears.

"...I studied, but..."

...Studied lewd stuff?

"In front of a real guy, dunno what to say..."

'Noisy bunch.'

"Then suck me for real."

"...Pardon?"

"Not repeating."

"W-Wait..."

"Operation start."

Low crawl advance!!

Slogged toward the bullet-spewing witch.

I'd already guessed who.

Only one with [Mana: Void] around me.

"Don't come! Don't come!"

Distorted voice was skill effect too.

That pit? Natural trap with void platforms over a depression—no suspicion.

Damn impressive. Wanna praise her in person.

Managed without 'Sword Phantom Feathers'.

So I didn't shout her name.

Her resistance wasn't over...

Crawled patiently.

Swoosh!

Sarika's storm sword swings created perfect cover noise behind me.

"Hah... Hah... Mana's... bottoming out... Hic... Sanghyeok..."

Now!

I burst out.

"Eek!?"

SureFire ON!

Dialed down—not blinding, but startling as hell.

The beast-fur sexy costume witch, Hena, yelped and toppled back.

"Freeze!"

"Hweeeeng! End of the line, Sanghyeok...!"

I lowered the gun and hugged Hena tight.

"...Huh?"

"You did great! Hena!"

She recognized me instantly and sobbed.

"No feathers... held out... till the end..."

"You were awesome, you!!"

Petting Hena happily, Sarika and Isolde arrived late, staring.

"Meet my girlfriend."

The [Witch Stronghold] at the cave's heart was surprisingly comfy.

Items regulated humidity and temp, leather floor, decent large tent.

Hena got "Witch" role from the start, guardian-style dropping academy kids here.

"Tried to push back as much as possible..."

"What's with the costume? Cute."

"Ehehe... Witch exclusive..."

We sat cozily around the tent.

Hena especially snuggled on my lap.

"Hena~."

"Sanghyeok~."

Juniors eyed me with complicated looks.

"Why the faces? Cleared the dungeon."

"No clear message..."

"Make the witch a rebel too."

"Rebel?"

I briefed Hena on her role.

"Then I'll... join Sanghyeok..."

"Sweet!"

Faces lit up. Then.

...54,000 seconds?

15 hours?

'Gotta crash here.'

The moment I calculated that, Isolde's viewer chat skyrocketed.