Mesugaki Streaming Day 2: "Uh... So Why Are You Omega?"

"Uh... So why are you Omega?"

How the hell was an Omega watching this trash broadcast? That means they've been lurking in my chat from the start, giggling like an idiot while watching me, right?

A chill suddenly ran down my spine, and I started shaking.

I'd already put a date on the line with my big mouth. I'm fucked.

"W-We... wanna call it a draw...?"

What do I do? Should I just end the stream and run? But if I actually bail, next time I go live, the chat might explode beyond repair.

I'm really fucked... Shit, how am I supposed to beat that...!

In Tekken, when you set up a room for a match, both players have to hit ready before it starts, so we hadn't begun yet. But you could see your opponent's main before entering, and StableYellowDog's main was the same character as mine—one that spammed strings and was famous back in the day for its absolute kill combos. And they looked better at it than me? On top of that, it's a top-tier character? This wasn't about whether I could win—it was at the point where I'd have to beg for a handicap.

"Pl-Please... go easy on m—"

Begging for mercy would just get me killed for real.

"Ah... Th-That... that was nothing!"

Alright, no choice now. Time to clash head-on. Surpass myself. You got this, Shin Jaejun. Good job, Shin Jaejun.

"Fuck it, if I lose, I'll just do the date! This man Shin Jaejun accepts your challenge."

*Click...* I hit ready in Tekken and started the match.

Yeah, I can do this. I can win.

The match result could be summed up in one word: toyed with.

"Ah... fuck! Why didn't you finish me with 1% health left?!"

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It was a total loss for me. They dragged it out to a full 5-bar, then poked from afar without finishing, chipping away at my low health until finally pulling off a goddamn parry into a midscreen carry. I lost.

N-Now what? I'm actually scared of meeting girls? Memories of past harassment bubbled up, and I started getting really frightened.

I became a mesugaki because I hated getting groped, but now this mesugaki persona was forcing me to meet a girl.

I wasn't a full-on misogynist, but meeting women? Yeah, not my thing.

What do I do?

"S-Sorry..."

*Bow.*

I stood up from my chair and slammed my head on the floor, begging for mercy. No choice. If I don't wanna meet a girl, I gotta grovel to the one I have to meet, right? Maybe she'll let me off?

Fuck fuck fuck... Why the hell am I doing this shit?

Wait, I'm pissed? Why should I be bowing to a woman like some dog?

This is the date fee.

"Th-Thank you for the 10,000 won donation, StableYellowDog..."

My energy was drained; I didn't even have the strength to get mad anymore.

But do I really have to go on this date? What if she gropes me during it? Or slips me drugs and jumps me... Or films it and blackmails me? Scary.

Having been groped by women so many times before, it terrified me. And those Shimura auntie-lookalikes popped into my head, making my stomach churn.

"The... viewer date later... we'll do it as a street stream, okay?"

This way, at least I'd have some safety in public, live on stream. They couldn't do anything bad easily, right?

"I'll end the stream first... StableYellowDog, I'll DM you my KakaoTalk, so hit me up..."

"Ending the stream."

Even hearing "cute" right now, I had no strength left to rage. Gotta train this damn mouth someday.

"Today's earnings..."

I'd squeezed some donations out during the Tekken stream, and it added up to nearly 100,000 won. My mood was shit, but seeing the pile of cash cheered me up a bit. Money's always right.

"But seriously, what now?"

Best case is ghosting and ending it nicely, but no dice. Gotta negotiate with words as best I can.

"Fun."

In a fancy officetel, a woman with long hair, dolphin pants, and a boxy t-shirt watched the stream with amusement.

The broadcast showed a boy who looked way smaller than her, wearing a neon cat-ear headset, playing Tekken with viewers. But unlike typical male handcam streams, he shamelessly trolled, insulted without restraint, and toyed with everyone—and it just came off as cute.

Anyone would think the same, not just her. Seeing a cute, punchable kid mock and insult freely didn't make you mad; it made you want to strip him and pin him to the bed.

"Cuter the more I watch."

Behind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her in the officetel hung what looked like an employee ID on a lanyard and a suit. The ID read Park Jaeyeon. But it wasn't your average badge—it exuded an aura no ordinary employee could have.

CY Electronics. A megacorp anyone in Korea would've heard of. So why was a brainiac like her, smart enough to work there, watching this weird stream?

"Guess I'll join in?"

She'd always had killer reflexes and crushed games thanks to her physique. Top-ranked in Tekken too. She slowly launched the game and sent a donation.

"Heh... For real? That's too generous."

She'd accidentally added an extra zero, but with the bonus service, it was even better. A date with her ideal guy for just 10,000 won? As a young woman, it was a steal no matter how you sliced it.

As she entered the game, his face froze on stream, and he started trembling. His skill was generous-master level at best—way below her. Shaking at her rank? Adorable. She wanted to rush over and pounce right then.

"Studied so much I barely know romance, but this feeling... what is it?"

Always grinding studies to stay ahead, she'd never had a shot at love. No dating experience, so she'd kill time donating to streams for fun. But this heart-pounding? First time.

Her libido had been tanking lately, a worry, but now her womb was heating up after ages.

"That was fun."

Result: her overwhelming victory, naturally.

Even the head-bowing was cute.

Once her win was sealed, the streamer Meki bowed to her, begging for mercy. But no mercy here. She wanted to meet at least, talk. Eat together.

"Guess I'll wait a bit?"

She slipped a hand into her panties, gently stroking herself while ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠waiting.

Ah~ Hurry up...

"Hehe... It's here."

Ah, wanna meet so bad.