Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Broadcasting Accident
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Yesterday, when I briefly visited the boss's house, I definitely noticed it: the boss had a sweet cherry scent.
It wasn't from perfume, a diffuser, or body wash—it was a natural aroma permeating her entire body.
Do women really exude that fresh body fragrance like in fictional stories?
Facing the mystery of the female body, I secretly sniffed various parts of myself.
Since I'd become a biological woman, just in case.
However, ever since acquiring this body, I'd stuck to quick rinse-off showers, so all I smelled was the usual stale body odor.
So, was that fragrance something special only to the boss?
Of course not.
The secret to the cherry scent, revealed shortly after, surprisingly originated from something simple.
The boss simply enjoyed vaping cherry-flavored e-cigarettes, that's all.
Anyway, this incident made me start paying a bit more attention to my own body odor.
Being around a friend who smelled fragrant while I reeked like a slob...
Even someone as unflappable as me felt embarrassed.
"Hoo..."
When heading to an enclosed space, you need to keep your body clean.
Unless you're a participant at some otaku festival, it's common sense.
That was also why I was now staring at the bathroom with a tense face.
Some might call a woman washing herself 'an act of ignorance that ruins the flavor,'
But even a sexual deviant like that would back away in horror upon seeing my current body.
Despite my actual age, my flesh looked underage from every angle.
Surely no monster exists who combines body odor fetishism with pedophilic idealization of women?
And since I'm not a mentally ill person aroused by non-adult women,
Until now, I'd just squeezed my eyes shut and splashed water on myself roughly.
But today was different.
I was determined to scrub my scrawny body thoroughly.
"......"
And so, the long and grueling time finally ended.
Based on the common ethical norms of Korean society, I had no desire to describe the details.
The reality was a bit different, but the guilt of feeling like I'd committed a crime was mine alone to bear...
I was already exhausted before even going to meet the boss.
Gripping the rising stress from nicotine buildup, I barely managed to move my feet.
Ding-dong———.
"You're here?"
"Hello, boss."
"Huh? Seo-ha, you! Did you really come like that? It's night, it must've been cold!"
At first, not understanding what she meant, I checked my outfit.
I'd dressed warmly enough, and even by my shallow aesthetic sense, nothing seemed wrong.
But when the boss pointed to my hair, I realized the issue.
"You have to dry it properly! It'll damage your hair!"
"I was afraid I'd be late..."
"It's fine to take your time. The finals don't start for a bit anyway? Come in first. You'll catch a cold like this."
She's so caring, like a mom.
How could I, without parents, use that metaphor for having both? Because people feel their lacks most acutely.
"Want me to dry it for you?"
"No, I'll do it myself. You're streaming right now, aren't you? Can't be away too long."
"True... Then dry it on your own for now?"
And so, I was left alone in the boss's room, hairdryer in hand.
The room still filled with cherry scent.
I blow-dried my hair expressionlessly, glancing around.
"Hmm..."
Leaving me alone in the room was the boss's mistake.
Boredom sparked a mischievous prank idea.
That led to today's 'Le■■endary Professor and Con■■ Incident'.
"Who sent you?! Who sent the assassin?!"
"Actually, it was Future Boss who sent me. If I didn't do this, I'd age into an eternal virgin... Ack!"
"You little?!"
"Everyone, please, someone take the boss away. At this rate, something big's gonna happen."
My title plummeted from 'Yoo Seo-ha', 'Seo-ha-ya' to 'you little bitch'. RIP.
Thanks to my sacrificial antics, we pleasantly passed the boring wait before the finals.
This is why first impressions matter.
Plant 'this one's fun' early, and even casual jokes get big laughs.
"...And that's how I got hired. On the first lesson, I tested the boss's skills briefly, and that day, my eyes were truly opened."
"No matter how I look, it doesn't seem like good things follow... But I'll ask. What opened your eyes?"
"People have limits approaching perfection, but no limits to what they suck at..."
"I knew it!!!"
"Not boosting..."
"She was so creatively bad, I didn't know where to start critiquing. How does someone not spend money until they've gathered 5,000 ether? Saving for kimbap?"
"Kimbap costs more than 5,000 won these days!!"
"Oops. Kimbap prices need to drop so boss spends resources on time."
I incited viewers to petition lowering average kimbap price to 300 won.
As expected of the boss. Must've accumulated tons of good karma in her past life.
All viewers united in my suggestion—such good people.
Of course, the culprit behind the petition trembled in humiliation.
"Th-then..."
"Yep."
"Anyway, finals start soon. Time to prep the commentary?"
"Our Seo-ha's great at running away, huh? Makes me even madder."
"Had to develop quick instincts from my rough childhood."
"Uh..."
Dodging with a sob story is always best.
Finding merits in flaws is wise living.
My bully-filled past or orphan origins worked perfectly here.
But overuse makes you seem pathetic, so pull it out very rarely.
"Ahem! Ahem! Shall we watch the match? Players are entering now."
"Humanity's Kang Jun-oh vs. Undead's Im Chan-ho. Jun-oh especially was last season's champ. Uh, can I ask? Who do you root for, boss?"
"Im Chan-ho, my master! Even if abandoned... Still, he taught me briefly."
"First map?"
"Fantasia, I think."
"Ah. Undead map."
"Huh?"
"Everyone, there's no such thing as a Humanity map. Can't Undead climb hills? Free vision from ghost ships actually prevents hill vision plays, disadvantaging Humanity."
"Sorry, I only accept rebuttals from higher-rated players."
For pro commentary, watch official streams.
Those sticking with boss's stream seek fun.
I cater to that demand.
Though I truly believe no Humanity maps exist.
"Seo-ha? As Undead rep girlcam streamer, can't let that slide."
"I admit. From your view, no Undead maps exist. You lose everywhere."
"Krahk!"
Sunk.
After chit-chat, the match began.
We started proper commentary.
"Humanity's at disadvantage."
"Just 5 seconds in, workers split?!"
"...But seriously. Fantasia's left, especially 11 o'clock, no worker boosting."
"Worker boosting?"
Triachia's basic resource, ether mines, aren't neatly lined up.
Shapes protrude unevenly,
Some closer to main building, some farther.
People think closest mine best efficiency?
Surprisingly wrong.
"Some mines allow 'worker boosting'—extra control for better efficiency. Principle complex... Basically manually optimizing worker paths."
"Didn't know... Thought some mines just better."
"Essential past 2,500 pts. Huge difference."
"Wow..."
"In pro, boosting mine count dictates build speed. Fantasia 11 o'clock has none. Undead does. Humanity bad start."
"See? Already 50 ether difference. Undead will exploit."
"That's huge? Like extra worker."
"Fine though. Map favors engagements for us."
"...You said Fantasia Undead map."
"Oopsie."
Commentary flowed smoothly.
Finals used Bo7, plenty to see.
Triachia's top two? Eye candy.
Humanity's Kang Jun-oh, Undead's Im Chan-ho.
Both champ-worthy, trading wins/losses.
"Wow... 3-3? To decider."
"Yeah. Thought over after Humanity's 2-0."
"Break before last."
Boss stood, stretched.
Her ample chest highlighted.
Chat exploded, naturally.
Calculated streamer move?
"Eek! Guys! Seo-ha's here, restrain... Kyaa!!"
"Uh, you okay?"
Unconscious? She hurriedly covered chest with arms.
Sudden move knocked her large streaming mic.
I reflexively supported her clutching pained hand, crouching.
Contact with woman.
Nearly freaked, but since I approached, manageable.
Besides, boss felt less 'woman' more...
Uh. Rude thought, left unfinished.
But boss snapped head up, ignored hand, pushed me back strongly.
Panicked voice.
"Eek! Seo-ha! Camera's on there!"
"Uh. Really?"
"Step back more! Not fully in frame, I think?"
"Okay."
Uh... um...
Did my face show too?
Unfamiliar with streaming, my sense of camera frame poor.
Boss checked replay on non-stream monitor.
Tension spread; I swallowed.
Gulp.