First Clash with the Mesugaki Menace

I couldn't wipe the smirk off my face at the thought of stripping this cocky handcam noob who showed up all full of himself and squeezing donations out of my viewers. Of course, that grin shattered in less than a minute.

I'd always thought my skills were pretty solid. Hell, among regular folks, I was top-tier and proud of it. But what the fuck was this? Why couldn't I land a single hit? It felt like a massive wall had suddenly appeared right in front of me.

"Ah, no way! How are you this good?!"

Those damn bitches. If I'd failed the mission, at least a pity "Aww, too bad lol" would've softened the blow. But my viewers? They were straight-up thrilled I couldn't scam the cash, piling on the abuse like it was cathartic.

'I'll remember all your nicknames.' Gotta jot 'em down in my donation blacklist when I get home. It's my high-tech system for banning shitty, annoying viewers until they cough up a donation.

"He~rojep~! How 'bout you go to Thailand and get a dick transplant?"

"That little shit..."

Just hearing the viewers was enough to make me wanna die of rage, but the guy I was facing—probably itching to rub my loss in—started spewing shit that scratched right at my womanly pride.

His voice sounded like he'd get wrecked in a real fight. Should I grab a chair and smash him? Chair shot. In Korean arcades, when you suck at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠games or just feel like it, grabbing a chair and whacking the guy in the next seat is one of our national traditions for uppity bitches.

'Fuck... if I weren't a pathetic loser streaming...' Even without being a loser or streaming, violence is bad, so it was just a thought. I couldn't actually swing a chair at him...

Win the revenge match and it's 10k. Come on...

"No joke my ass! I'm just! Not showing! My true power! Yet!"

Yeah, I hadn't unleashed my real skills yet. Me, Song Hayun... the girl who hits 3,000 average viewers. No way I'd get wrecked by some rando in an arcade. I couldn't get wrecked. Why? 'Cause I'm cool and sexy.

"Let's go!!!"

...I got wrecked. Overwhelmingly, just like before.

'No way... how does one combo take off more than half my health? And how is he frame-perfectly delay-catching every single easy mix-up I throw?'

Two matches in, I could tell. This guy's skill level was way beyond "normal person." Why the hell did he show up in this random arcade right when I was playing Tekken? Sniper? Nah, too coincidental. But he was too good to call it pure luck—no room for complaints.

"Anyway... lost again."

"Uterus smash~! Fallopian tubes smash~! Ovaries smash~! Just live as a stone-cold nun!"

"That little shit again..."

He stayed quiet during the games but every time I lost, he'd spit out nerve-grating taunts. Not completely rude—he wrapped up matches quick in-game, then hit me with verbal jabs.

'He asking for a real fight?'

Okay, me, Song Hayun, born a general who brought joy to my mom. Today, I'll bet every last coin and beat this guy. Even staking my late grandma's honor.

"One more!"

My viewers, as expected... cheering me on, right? That's gotta be cheers.

Fueled by the chat support, I steeled my resolve, grabbed two 500-won coins from the stack beside me (plenty left; everyone watching was older than me anyway), and slotted them in.

'Charge!!!'

Here we go. This time, I picked the freak-headed chick whose punches dealt killer damage punch by punch.

Opponent went with the blonde topless dude. Insane combo damage, great counters, and with the ki system for mix-ups, a beast with tricky strings. But... every character has weaknesses. Those fat combos and mix-ups guzzled ki, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and the execution was sky-high—not easy for scrubs.

'I can do it!'

I'd faced this guy in ranked three times a day minimum—easy mix-ups were cake to break!

... "Why?! That's gotta hit!"

—Bang!

This makes no sense! How's he blocking everything, reading and breaking every mix-up on reaction? Not just parrying—he backdashed so fast, successful hits were rare as hell. Lows blocked or sidestepped. Highs/mids? Instant delay catch into his own mix.

"As expected from a beta bitch who can't even get knocked up! Cut!"

"Apologize to this womb that won't catch a single drop of cum!"

"Bow in atonement to that cobweb-caked pussy you'll suffer with forever!"

'That little shit...!'

Voice sounded kinda guy-ish, but his constant pride-poking had my rage maxing out. I didn't lack a boyfriend—I just didn't get one. On purpose. But he kept stabbing my sore spots, making it extra unfair.

'It's not that I can't get one... it's the all-girls school, all-girls high, military track...'

People say you can snag a guy even in girls-only spots if you're the type. Bullshit from liars mixing dreams with reality.

"Ah, fucking dizzy..."

Lost the game, failed the mission, and worst, my viewers' loyalty went straight to shit. Not just shit—they were partying with laughter over my loss streak. They couldn't win either, so why bitch at me? Couldn't understand the blatant trolling, but work's work. Loss stung, but I'm a streamer first—wrap it up, next content...

"Aigoo~ Chairman, thanks for the 10k~ Hayun appreciates it tons! But... even with the cash incentive, IRL is a bit..."

Staring blankly at chat, my mind started glitching harder. Reality ain't GTA—no free punches or chair shots. In this rule-of-law country, one slip means stacked charges—even as a first-timer, jail's on the table. Gotta stay cautious.

More than that, fuck up here and cyber wreckers might clip it for tomorrow's hitpiece vid.

If that happens, my career's toast, and it might drag family down too. One mistake sends you to the abyss in this world—streamers gotta guard their ass tight to earn long-term, marry later. Me, streamer Song Hayun. I'll be the proud one who never bows to money, true to my convictions.

But....

"Fuck yeah, deal!"

Ah shit. My convictions were long shredded and scattered.

Old saying goes: If throwing money at someone doesn't bend 'em your way, maybe you didn't throw enough. The donation storm left me dazed and confused.