Chapter 74: How Many Kilograms Can You Lift?-2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 74: How Many Kilograms Can You Lift?-2
"Alright, Oppa’s here~ Let’s start with the usual greeting, shall we?"
Before I knew it, the woman had put on a rabbit-ear headband. She tripled her image on the screen and turned on some music.
Piercing music and English lyrics that were hard to make out filled the room. To the fast-paced beat, the woman began to shake her body as if in a trance.
While her behavior was clearly intended to provoke a man’s carnal desires, I felt something else entirely.
Discomfort. For some reason, a wave of awkwardness and culture shock washed over me, and I stared blankly at the screen.
"Oppa?"
After about two minutes of dancing, the woman, who had been stealing glances at the monitor, stopped and turned off the music.
She tilted her head in confusion, restored the screen to its original layout, and grabbed her mouse.
As she leaned closer to the monitor to check something, her cleavage was displayed vividly on the screen.
The chat window went wild.
"Hmm, that’s strange~ Was my greeting too weak today?"
The woman continued to address me.
While I was debating whether or not to type something, messages from other viewers scrolled up rapidly.
Looks like Supreme Bro is still recharging?
Did Jjuyuni do something wrong to the Chairman? lol
Judging by the chat, it seemed I was a major donor.
And indeed, I already had 270,000 coins recharged. I didn't know how much a single coin was worth, but it had to be a lot.
"I've never watched anything like this, so I have no idea what I'm supposed to do..."
I had occasionally donated about a thousand won while watching game streams on my commute or before bed, but this was my first time watching a female streamer like this.
The woman on the screen was subtly flaunting her chest to gauge my reaction, and the chat was egging me on to donate.
I mean, I get why the girl is doing it—she’s making money—but why are the viewers...?
"Ah, I guess there’s a price list or something."
In the top right corner of the screen, there were specific "reactions" listed according to the number of coins.
Let’s see.
"10 coins for showing cleavage, 50 coins for a double peace sign, 100 coins for a hand bra..."
I understood the gist of it, but there were plenty of terms I didn't recognize.
Whatever. It’s not like I’m short on coins.
[Supreme Building Owner] has donated 50,000 coins.
The donation message flashed across the screen and the chat.
"Gasp! Wow! Supreme Oppaaaa!"
The woman gasped at the unexpected amount, while the chat window was flooded with question marks.
Her mood instantly lifted by the explosive reaction, she turned the music back on and began a dance far more suggestive than before.
Not only was her underwear visible, but she came dangerously close to exposing parts that probably shouldn't be shown on a broadcast.
Her movements were more than enough to stir lust; they were lewd. But before that feeling could take hold, a different thought crossed my mind.
"What on earth am I doing..."
This was no different from paying for a woman’s sexuality.
"It’s a cyber brothel."
That was my first impression of this female streamer's broadcast.
With that, I turned it off.
*
My first foray into the world of female streamers, which had been nothing short of a culture shock, came to an end. Driven by sudden curiosity, I checked how much 50,000 coins were worth: 500,000 won.
It certainly seemed like a lot of money to throw away as a "light greeting." Or was it? Maybe it didn't matter since I was rich now.
Instead of continuing to kill time meaninglessly, I chose to do what was natural: investigate myself.
What an irony. To think I have to investigate who I am.
From what I gathered while looking around the study, I didn't seem to have a specific profession.
To be precise, it looked like I had made a fortune in the past and used it to buy buildings for a rental business...
One thing that changed my perspective was that the original owner wasn't just some reckless rich guy.
The study was filled with ledgers and analysis notes meticulously organized over several years. It made me realize that people who make a lot of money do so for a reason.
The conclusion I reached was that he was a much more capable businessman than he appeared.
Of course, the quality and quantity of those records seemed to have dwindled recently.
I wondered if it had anything to do with that streamer.
"I've looked through most of the notes, so now it's time for the phone."
I might be a middle-aged guy in my forties, but at least I know how to use a messenger app. It would have been a nightmare if it were all just SMS texts.
Scanning through the KakaoTalk history, he seemed to be a man with a narrow social circle.
This was a bit surprising. Usually, when someone runs a business on this scale, don't they have a circle of wealthy friends they hang out with?
"......"
I wouldn't know, having lived my whole life as an ordinary citizen.
Since his parents weren't saved in his contacts, they were either deceased or he was estranged from them.
The person he contacted most frequently was someone named Yoo Ho-cheol.
"Yoo Ho-cheol... who are you?"
When I opened the chat, I saw that Yoo Ho-cheol had sent an overwhelming number of messages.
Mostly reports.
It went on like that.
In response to Ho-cheol’s reports, I—or rather, the original owner—only gave short replies like: Yeah, okay, no, you handle it.
In my opinion, the original owner was a bit of a jerk.
I scrolled further through the messenger, but it seemed no one else helped with the rental business besides Yoo Ho-cheol.
He appeared to be the one who went around the buildings on my behalf, meeting tenants and overseeing various facility repairs.
In other words, this man handled most of the tedious work.
It was a relief on one hand, but something to be cautious about on the other.
Of course, given that the original owner wasn't someone who did his work sloppily, Yoo Ho-cheol was likely a trustworthy person.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to be careful.
"Ugh... I didn't do this, but I'm so embarrassed."
Right now, there was something more pressing than Yoo Ho-cheol.
A profile saved as 'Hana ♥'.
Thinking it might be a hidden lover, I clicked on it, only to find a mountain of one-sided messages I had sent.
Come to think of it, there was a girl named Hana among the bookmarked streamers.
"Ah... seriously... wow... this... sigh... what am I going to do..."
If I were to die in this world, it would probably be from sheer embarrassment.