Mesugaki and the Heat
"Bad bitches..."
No matter how much better I was at Tekken compared to regular folks, that didn't mean I was pro-level. Why bring it up now? Because I'd just gotten utterly wrecked by those pro-level women.
"Urgh... That bitch toyed with me right up to the end..."
"Had a blast~ See ya!"
The woman who'd been messing with me while leaving me at 10k HP just laughed and walked out of the PC bang. It wasn't that I sucked... she was just that good... I felt a bit of hot liquid welling up in my eyes, but it was probably nothing.
"Is that kid crying?"
"Maybe pissed about losing the game?"
"But crying makes him even cuter."
Who're you calling cute? Blood rushed to my head, and I whipped around to glare at the women chatting about me.
"I'm not crying!"
"Y-Yes, sir...!"
"And I'm not cute..."
Not cute. Don't call me cute—say I'm handsome, damn it. My arms went limp like jelly as I slowly dragged myself out of the building.
"Ugh... So hot..."
Unlike the ice-age chill of the PC bang, the sun was blasting scorching heat across the ground like it wanted to incinerate everything.
Right... I remember why I went to the PC bang now!
It hit me—I'd fled there to escape this infernal heat.
"Gahhh... I'm dying..."
I trudged homeward, enduring the body-melting swelter step by agonizing step. As I pushed through the madness, I spotted a woman in the distance, sweating buckets while hauling a massive fan.
"Ha, haa... Jae, Jaejun...! I-I'm back..."
Her ROKA t-shirt was soaked through, clinging tightly to her body from all the sweat, and a single droplet trailed slowly down her thigh from under her hot pants.
"Jaejun...!"
"N-Nuna?!"
The sweat pouring off her made her look half-dead; I couldn't even approach. She held out the fan I'd entrusted to her earlier, smiling through it all.
"Got your faaan... fixed."
"Th-Thank you..."
I'd asked her to do it, but I hadn't expected this level of sweat. I usually hated her leering glances, but seeing her drenched like this stirred a twinge of guilt.
Hold up... I didn't force her. Why should I feel bad?
Thinking it over again, did I even need to apologize? She was the one trying to seduce me, after all. Shouldn't I be annoyed? Her face and figure were fine, but I wasn't into women anyway—frankly, it creeped me out.
"You that wiped out from one little errand? Stamina quickshot, maybe?"
Ah... my usual bratty tone slipped out.
"Huh? J-Jaejun?"
"Total stamina quickshot~ Bet you'll pass out first when you're fucking some guy later, huh?"
I should've been thanking Choi Jaehee profusely for fixing the fan through all that hassle, but the mesugaki soul inside me wouldn't stay quiet.
"Wha— what're you saying to your nu-na...!"
"Thanks anyway. Hand over the fan already."
The frustration from getting stomped in Tekken earlier melted away. This felt... kinda good? Even Choi Jaehee, the landlord's daughter in the position of power, could only stare at me blankly, dumbfounded.
Ah, I should stop... but why's this so damn fun? I snatched the fan roughly from her hands and shot her another look.
"Thanks a bunch~ Jae. Hee. Nu. Na."
I dragged it out like I was taunting her, then sauntered past. Her last expression as I passed—fists clenched tight, mouth agape, soul seemingly fled her body.
Serves her right for leering at my legs and eye-raping me all the time.
Hmm... What's the modern term for bitches like her? Dishwasher chick? Pfft...
Today's highlight—gotta commit it to memory. This is real adaptation to this world, right?
I unlocked the villa door, and a sauna-like heat enveloped me.
"Ugh... Fucking scorching."
How was the room hotter than midsummer outside? The steamed-up air made breathing a chore.
"Gah... I'm legit dying."
Crazy heat demanded new countermeasures. Fan? No way— it'd just blow hot air like a heater. Shower? Water's precious.
"Urgh... Something cold..."
No AC for cool air in this house. But something else could make cold wind...
I turned to the fridge—old and yellowed from age, its white paint long discolored. It pumped out cold air and, unlike fancy modern ones, had a simple build that rarely broke. A magical weapon.
"Right, that exists... Hehe."
No choice. To survive, I had to. Maybe my small body was made for this.
*Slurp... slurp... Hm? Already time to go live?*
I was sucking on a soda-flavored popsicle, scrolling internet communities on my phone. While checking the streamer gallery, a post about me popped up—figured it was stream time.
Hmm... Outside's a death trap from the heat... But skipping the stream felt too scummy. I pondered briefly.
"Hmm... *slurp, slurrrp... Oh?!"
A genius idea hit. If outside's hot, just stream from in here with my phone.
"I'm a total genius."
[Stream Starting.]
Title: Beating This Brutal Summer from a Cool Spot.
"This should do it?"
"Hiii everyone~ But you, what the fuck's a 'fucker' to the boss? Huh? Want a taste of the banhammer?"
I gave the foul-mouthed viewer a quick smackdown to set the tone, and the vibe was great from the start. Guess women listen better when you smack 'em around?
"What kinda room?"
I pulled my hand away from the phone cam.
"Just a stream where you pay to ogle my face."
I grinned at the camera—an arrogant smirk like I owned the world, zero worries in sight.
"Anyway, game stream later... but home's too damn hot?"
"Oi, you shit-talker, know when to zip it...! Come back later."
DoItQuickly has been kicked.
I hadn't told viewers yet, but this stream had my own line. Trash-talk me all you want, cross it and you're gone—no mercy. Why not announce it? Cuz it's funner this way.
"Alrighty! Sooo, it's sooo hot, I hopped into the fridge for a bit."
"What's wrong with chilling in the fridge! Fuck, it's nice and cool in here!!"
My small body fit perfectly—snug and comfy. How don't they get it?
"What's wrong with the fridge! And other guy-cam streams get all sweet licks and pets—why's everyone shitting on me?"
I'd watched other male cam streams—meat juices slurped, constant pampering. Made me jealous.
"Bad bitches..." I like dishing it out way more than taking it.