Sena's Humiliating Loss and the Horror Game Penalty

Part 1 Watching Sena voluntarily turn herself into their straw and suffer through it was pretty entertaining in its own way. True to form as pro streamers, once they latched onto her weakness, they didn't let go.

The intriguing part was sensing their personal interest in me. Honestly, at first I'd thought it was just playful banter to hype up the collab.

Hmm.

It didn't feel bad at all. Why would it, when women—each with their own unique charms—were showing interest in me?

Of course, all of them combined still couldn't hold a candle to Sena ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠alone. She stood out head and shoulders above the rest, in looks and... game skill. Uniquely terrible, that is. Her physical reflexes seemed fine, but she just couldn't focus on the game for some reason?

Well...

Thinking about it, it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠made sense. Every time she tried to concentrate, a mental attack would come flying in. How could she maintain focus like that?

By the end of the collab, Sena's score was an overwhelming last place.

Before I knew it, they'd completely forgotten about me and were gleefully piling on Sena. Watching the chat go wild, I felt a twinge of regret—until Soria, the streamer who'd barely snagged first place, started strutting her stuff.

"Let's see... First place gets to assign a penalty to the loser, right? What should it be~?"

The same kind of suggestions were flooding her chat too, apparently.

"Dye? Nah, too basic. Waxing... hard to verify on stream. Foot wash? Kinda weird for me. Chocolate ramen? Ew, why eat that crap?"

With each penalty the viewers shouted out, Sena's face grew gloomier by the second.

Of course, I could tell right away it was just an act to drum up sympathy.

"Aw, you guys are too harsh~ It's all in good fun."

"Fine, something moderate then. Sena? You listening?"

"Uh, yeah? Y-Yeah, I am, sis."

"You like horror games by any chance?"

At that moment, Sena's face went sheet-white. I knew instantly—she was deathly allergic to that stuff.

And yet, she figured it was better than the alternatives?

"Uh, uh... yeah, I like 'em."

"Good thing. I was worried you hated them."

The vibe in the room suggested the penalty was settling on playing a horror game.

But you always have to hear people out to the end.

"Really? Then Sena does a horror game tomorrow."

"Any game okay?"

"Of course not. There's this new one called Prison Nightmare that just came out."

She was even kindly specifying the game.

"But you can't play it solo. Needs three people."

Ah, was she angling for another collab? Even big-name streamers varied in popularity. Sena was in a league of her own, a guaranteed viewership goldmine thanks to her settings. No wonder Soria wanted to leech off her.

Three players total. Soria and Sena take two spots— who for the last one?

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than Soria revealed the third.

"So me, you, and... your little brother. Perfect, right?"

What? Huh?

"...What?"

"Noo, I saw a clip from today—your bro's smoking hot."

The reaction? Explosive.

She'd pulled out all the stops to calm the aggro drawn by me, only for it to evaporate in an instant. Needless to say, the response wasn't positive.

"Hah, no... sis, he's a normie."

Finally, something sensible. Why drag a civilian into this?

But Soria wasn't backing down.

"I know, I know~ That's why I'm saying just ask him. He might say yes?"

It's just asking, right?

Sena's face soured completely at the comeback. I could tell right away.

She's legit pissed.

Was it worth getting that mad? Maybe there was backstory I didn't know. They were born from my settings, but I didn't have every detail of their pasts.

Her scowl didn't last—the viewers were mostly on Soria's side, so she couldn't fully snap.

"Sigh... fine. I'll ask."

"Yup, if he says no, I'll find someone else."

"Ugh, seriously...!"

Sena scratched her head irritably, like why do I owe her anything?

"Jealous much? You know what to do if you are~"

"Hey, you mad? Mad?"

The collab members and viewers chimed in chorus, making Sena's cheeks tremble with rage.

"Seriously... just you wait till next collab. I'll take first for sure."

"Nexthab thuwaitan shee."

"No matther I take firthst."

The nonstop mockery had her fists clenched and shaking—until she decided to just handle it now. She stood up like fine, let's get this over with.

"Guys, I'll ask him while ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I hit the bathroom."

"Thaaat's the spirit!"

"Whatcha gonna dooo."

"But record it, okay?"

"R-Record it too?"

"Ugh, f..."

She sighed heavily like it was a huge hassle, then grabbed her phone from off-cam.

"...Be right back."

The moment Sena vanished from the screen, I closed her stream. Then I pretended to kill time on my phone.

Soon after, I heard thumping footsteps climbing the stairs.

What a temper.

I smirked inwardly as a knock echoed in my room moments later.

"Hey, you asleep?"

"Huh? No? What's up?"

"Can I come in?"

"Why?"

"I... gotta talk. Anyway, coming in?"

"Wait! I'm just in my underwear!"

Of course, total lie. No need, but I said it to remind her I was a guy with needs.

"Ugh... hurry up and get dressed."

"Just a sec."

After the back-and-forth, she finally opened the door.

"...What's this about."

Did the 'aware of my manhood' tactic work? Or was it just the talk she had to have? Sena slunk in, fidgety and hesitant.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Ugh... just wait."

Her thoughts weren't sorted yet, apparently. She scratched her head irritably, sighed deeply, then spoke.

"Sorry... for snapping earlier."

I'd expected her to dive straight into the main topic, but her first words were an apology for her outburst.

"Nah, my bad anyway. That why you came?"

"No, uh, it's... ughhh..."

After mumbling to herself, she sighed again. What came out next was pure, unadulterated truth—no lies at all.

Unexpected.

I'd figured she'd sugarcoat it in front of me, given how much she hated it. Maybe her setting made her dead serious about her work.

"So... sis lost the game, penalty's playing horror with me, right?"

"Yeah. Wanna? Don't have to if you don't."

Sena, phone in recording mode, was pleading with her eyes: Say no quick.

I played dumb, of course.

"It's okay though? It's a penalty."

"The one who set it said it's fine if you refuse. Worst case, I do something else."

So refuse already! her eyes whispered again.

"Like what other penalty?"

"Dye my hair or whatever. So, you in or not."

I pretended to mull it over at her urging. Then...

"If I join... would it help you out, sis?"

I asked cautiously. No reason for me to refuse, but jumping at it felt off. Phrasing it like this tested the waters—and Sena, expecting only yes/no, looked caught off guard. She flinched, visibly flustered.

What's this.

Her reaction wasn't bad at all?

"Uh, huh?"

"If it helps you, I'm cool with it."

I doubled down on the same vibe.

"Or would I just be a bother?"

"N-No... not that..."

Sena stammered uncharacteristically. Her usually sharp eyes softened, making her look surprisingly cute.

"Then I'll do it."

"G-Good! Yeah, perfect."

Having secured my answer, Sena wobbled out of my room unsteadily. I worried she'd trip down the stairs, so I lingered at the door, watching her descend slowly...

Thud—!

"Ow!"

She smacked her head into the corner wall.

"Ughhh..."

Snapping to, she clutched her forehead with both hands, glaring at the culprit of her pain...

"Y-You okay? Be careful..."

Our eyes met. Surprised I was watching, she widened her eyes in panic, then flushed beet red and bolted down the remaining stairs.

Once confirmed, I shut the door and headed to my phone on the bed. Reconnecting to Sena's stream, she reappeared soon after and seamlessly continued.

"So, how'd it go?"

"Whaa..."

"Huh? What'd he say? He in?"

"Stop rushing me."

"We're curious."

"He... said yeah."

"Huh?"

"He'll do it."

Sena's face as she said it... oddly happy, somehow.

The red swelling smack in the center of her forehead made her look a bit dumb, but that was a minor flaw.