Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Does This Person Have No Intention of Streaming Well? Correct.
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Does this person have no intention of doing well on stream? Correct.
Finished my workout and headed home to wash up.
There are four bathrooms, so we could each take our own, but Seol-yoon started whining that she wanted to bathe together no matter what.
"I wanna bathe with Sis!"
"Even if the tub is huge, isn't it kinda weird for two grown adults to cram into one bathtub?"
"Seol-yoon's lonely! Bathe with me! Waaah!"
Her whiny little sister was so suffocatingly adorable that I had no choice but to nod helplessly.
First things first—the stuff that takes time. I started filling the tub while we brushed each other's hair.
Once the brushing was done, we tied it up high out of the water's reach, twisted it into buns, and slipped on our face-wash headbands.
Hair touching the hot bathwater could make it frizz or snap from the heat.
The human body is exactly as fragile as you imagine.
"Bunny-ear Sis is totally cute!"
"Right?"
The headband with wire shaped like floppy bunny ears.
Why does even a quick-wash band have to be this cute?
Women's psychology is still some unfathomable realm to me.
If Seol-yoon's the perfect top student who's adapted flawlessly,
I'm probably scraping by with single digits, a total flunk-out.
"I'll wash your back!"
During the shower, she snatched the shower puff from my hand and scrubbed my back.
Bathing together does have its perks.
Like getting that hard-to-reach back cleaned.
"Then I'll do yours."
I grabbed her shower puff and took position behind her back, and suddenly the thought hit me.
You know the classic storybook tale, right?
The son shocked at how small his father's back looks.
Just like that story, when I looked at Seol-yoon's back...
'Seol-yoon's back is freaking huge!'
More precisely, I'm the one who's ridiculously tiny.
Everything in the world is relative, after all.
Seol-yoon's tall for a girl, sure—but she's still a feminine size that could snuggle right into the arms of a guy her height.
If even her back feels wide to me, then yeah, I'm the one who's shrunk too small.
The tub was filling up nicely by then. We rinsed off, and Seol-yoon hopped in first.
"Sis, hurry up and come in."
Lonely.
Did she say she's lonely?
Is Seol-yoon lonely without me?
Old memories flooded back.
Coming home after cram school.
Even pushing past midnight, the house was empty—no family.
Dad and Mom were at the hospital.
They wanted to keep their eyes on their daughter, who could slip away at any moment, even just one second longer.
On the dining table sat only the dinner the housekeeper had left behind.
Cooling, growing cold.
Actually, that was a lie.
The house was warm, so the food never really got ice-cold.
Lukewarm at worst.
I could reheat the food, but not my heart.
When people asked if I resented my sick little sister, my mouth went heavy, refusing to open.
Fortunately,
no one ever asked.
Now my sister is healthy, a totally reliable daughter.
The one making Mom worry is her eldest daughter, who suddenly turned into a total hikikomori.
A sweet floral bath salt scent wafted from the tub.
I'd never bought anything like that—when did she pick it up?
"Sis, don't stress out or worry too much."
I slipped into the tub, and Seol-yoon pulled my hand over, interlocking our fingers.
"I'll handle Mom. I'll play the good daughter perfectly."
You two can focus all your attention on Seol-yoon. It's fine.
She's the sick one, so of course she deserves more love.
I'm the eldest son, the adult—I'll handle everything myself.
Great grades, perfect attendance, no trouble ever.
But seeing her once-perfect son fall apart like this... Mom must not have been able to take it.
I fought with her and left home to live independently.
Not that I had much room to talk, crashing in the house Dad bought me.
I just can't function in society anymore.
Every guy falls for me, every girl hates me.
I can't handle the parade of confessions, rejections, and the vicious gossip behind my back.
I can't endure a pack of sharp-tongued haters tearing me apart.
So I became the world's most beautiful defective product.
At least Seol-yoon got healthy—that's what I have to be grateful for.
My beloved little sister.
"Sis, live however you want, do whatever makes you happy."
The water was so warm that the heat from our touching hands felt faint.
But her feelings came through crystal clear.
"I'll always cheer you on."
"I, uh... I'm thinking of trying streaming. Online. That way I don't have to face anyone. Yeah."
Truth be told, the second they clocked me as a girl, I wanted to shut it all down and bolt for real!
But... but.
If I did that, I'd never be able to hold my head high.
"What if you get a stalker!?"
"No face reveal, just voice. Don't worry."
"Like a radio show?"
Seol-yoon still has no idea how insanely good I am at games.
She was always stuck in the hospital, so I never had a chance to show off.
And bragging about dominating a niche hipster game like Magical Fight? No one would care.
My sweet sister would just smile and praise me—that's what hurts.
Like bowing in prostration.
"Tell me the stream link! I'll cheer you on every day!"
"No, it's embarrassing... too small an audience right now. I'll tell you if it takes off. If it takes off."
Lies.
Day two, and I already blew past 4,000 viewers.
Checked Wild's stream—over 10,000.
But I could never show my stream to my sister.
I'd die of embarrassment.
'Gotta keep pretending it's not doing well. Just pretend. Just pretend.'
Wouldn't that just worry her more?
To me, there's a Mount Taebaek-sized gap between someone who keeps failing and someone who does nothing at all.
Take it or leave it.
"You'll definitely make it big, Sis."
Seol-yoon's puppy-dog eyes stung like hell.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
On the day of the incident, I didn't wrap up my explanation stream properly—I just bailed.
The second the ban lifted, I ditched all the greetings and killed the stream.
After that, Wild, Victory, and a few old clanmates from the same voice chat channel bombarded me with messages.
Haven't replied to any.
Honestly don't know what to say.
'Is this the right move?'
Part of me wants to swap accounts again, fake a guy's voice, and run.
But keep running like that, and I'll never take a single step forward.
So let's start with the basics.
Legender- <ㅎㅎ; Sorry;;>
Sent apology messages to Wild and Victory for helping with the stream.
Apologized so hard I was sweating buckets—hope my sincerity got through.
'Donations... should I enable them?'
Honestly, I don't need the cash.
Dad sends 2 million won a month for living expenses, and after the move, he fronted me about 10 million for whatever.
Plus the savings account I've been stashing away forever has at least 40 million in it.
Do I really need money?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
'If I'm gonna pretend to be a pro...'
To claim streaming's my job, not a hobby, don't I need to accept donations?
Searched up how to set up stream donations, studied it, and enabled it.
In the meantime, messages came in from Victory and Wild, but I don't wanna read them yet.
Later.
"Hmm."
Flicking on the stream still gives me the chills.
But they only know my voice and hands, right?
No need to be scared. No need to hesitate.
[Stream Title: ]
Filling in the blank is harder than it looks.
What do I even write?
For the title.
[Stream Title: Magical Fight Study Session]
Hot damn!
My fingers moved on their own, like I was possessed.
Is that it? That's the stream my soul craves!
"No way, can't do it."
Not this. Not right now.
Absolutely not.
Because...
[Stream Title: Magical Fight Lecture Stream]
A study session needs people around my skill level.
Sucks, but right now it's farmer time—plant another apple tree.
Newbie training it is.
"Haaah!"
Deep breath in, hit the start button.
💬 Live Chat
<Host's here>
<Stream ON>
<Your Highness! Your Highness!>
<LegendNuna ㅠㅠㅠ where were you ㅠㅠㅠㅠ>
<Hooeeeng gimme that voice>
What the hell? These guys?
Why are they already in my chat before I even went live?
Like campers sleeping in front of a hot restaurant that sells out fast—you snooze, you lose.
Sure enough, sleeping-bag viewer campers pushed me over 50 viewers the second I started.
🪙 DONATION RECEIVED 🪙
DailyDonationCheck donated 1,000 won.
─"Is it open?"
<Oh, donations are open>
<Nuna gonna keep streaming right???>
<Breaking news) Jeon Jeonseol goes pro streamer>
<LMAOOOOOO>
🪙 DONATION RECEIVED 🪙
ThousandWonPunch donated 1,000 won.
─"ThousandWonPunch"
"ThousandWonPunch."
Hmm, yeah, donations are definitely structured to stand out more than regular chat.
TTS reads it aloud, hard to miss.
🪙 DONATION RECEIVED 🪙
FiveThousandPunch donated 5,000 won.
─"FiveThousandPunch"
"FiveThousandPunch."
"???"
Why are they suddenly throwing money at me? What'd I do?
🪙 DONATION RECEIVED 🪙
TenThousandPunch donated 10,000 won.
─"TenThousandPunch"
"TenThousandPunch."
<FiftyThousandPunch incoming?>
<This reaction's trash>
<No reaction at all>
<Want 50k? Turn mic on quick>
<Nuna handcam plz~ wiggle wiggle~>
Reaction?
Do I have to react or something?
"Ah, uh... can you hear me?"
<Your Highness! 34dB>
<Can't hear>
<Honey voice love>
<But that's just a headset mic lol>
"34dB my ass—from 2dB to 34? Yeah, headset mic, not broadcast gear. And... dona...tions? Th-thanks?"
<LMFAOOOOOO>
<First time seeing zero gratitude>
<10k ain't money to Nuna?>
<Info) It's 16k won>
<16k is two bowls of soup!>
"No, I just don't get why you're giving it. What did I even do?"
<Nuna's existence is the gift ㅠㅠ>
<Cuz.you're.good.at.it.>
<At least fake some joy you bitch lol>
"Ah, whatever. I'm loaded anyway. Don't dip into living expenses—only toss spare change."
<Outta nowhere "no donations pls">
<Whoa>
<This streamer's on another level>
<Dislike stack +1>
<Who has spare cash lol>
<Some folks do, real rich peeps>
<Does this human have no intention of streaming well?>
Correct.
I have zero intention of excelling at streaming.
<Rich pretty Nuna? I'm hotter? Like stack +1>
<Me too lol>
<Rich? Buy a damn mic then bitch>
Listening to that... yeah, fair point.
Guess I should start with buying a mic.
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