Streamer Tang-Tang
Streamer Tangtang
Tap-tap-tap~ Tak-tak! Click! Click!
Inside a room barely over 50 square feet.
A green chroma key that would be more at home on a drama or movie set filled one corner of the wall, while the remaining wall space was occupied by incredibly realistic, intricately detailed guns that would make any military enthusiast gasp in admiration.
And the woman who, for a while now, had been the source of the keyboard clatter and mouse clicks filling this small 50-square-foot room.
She stared intently at the slightly curved 27-inch gaming monitor in the center of her three-computer setup, her hands moving tirelessly over the keyboard and mouse as she controlled the game character on screen.
"One down on the right! Left side... two, three down! Now the last one... You think hiding behind a tree will work? Eat this, you bitch~! Boom!"
Though her headset prevented the in-game sounds from leaking out, she vocalized the grenade explosion herself, amplifying the noise in a room already loud with keyboard and mouse clicks.
With her exaggerated explosion sound effect, the word 'chicken' decorated the screen she was watching.
"Kyaaah~!!! Mission accomplished! Did you see it, unnis?! A solo squad chicken dinner in Gold Tier 4-man squads! Okay, mission complete, so give it to me!"
She tossed aside her headset, threw both hands high in the air, and let out a cheer.
Aside from her, the small room contained only the fake guns decorating the walls and three computers, but judging by her actions and speech, one might think she was conversing with dozens of people.
Just as one might suspect she was a crazy woman missing a screw for stretching a hand toward her gaming monitor and making a gesture as if demanding something...
Jing-a-ling~
[TtangTtangBitchRightTitIsMine-nim gifted 500 Water Balloons!]
Suddenly, the sound of jingling coins and an AI-like, stiff female voice—often called a "voice daughter"—echoed through the room where no one but her existed.
That's right. At first glance, she appeared to be talking to empty air and her monitor, but her profession was that of a streamer.
Commonly known as an internet broadcaster, her seemingly crazy antics directed at an empty space were all for the entertainment of viewers watching her gameplay and her persona.
"Yahoo! TtangTtangBitchRightTit... Fuck, I told you to change that ID! Thanks for the 500 Water Balloons, but as punishment, you get a 30-minute chat ban!"
[TtangTtangBitchRightTitIsMine-nim has been banned from chatting for 30 minutes.]
-Aah! Right Tit-nim sacrificed himself again today to give us great entertainment...
-TtangTtang, you crazy murderous bitch! Release Right Tit-nim at once!
-A streamer who murdered a fan who gifted 500 Water Balloons? Ppuswik-ppaswik?!
Sitting back down, she—Streamer Tangtang—scanned the chat messages on the computer screen to her right, which were going wild after she banned one of her passionate fans who dared covet her precious right breast.
-Your main account is Master Tier, yet you're happy about a chicken dinner in Gold?
-If you're jealous of TtangTtang smurfing on an alt account and having fun, hit like!
-Like!
-Li-like~!
-But isn't getting a chicken dinner solo in a 4-man squad actually skilled, unni?
"Wow~ 'But isn't getting a chicken dinner solo in a 4-man squad actually skilled, unni?' Did you see that, unnis? Even a man recognizes how absolutely insane the skills of this FPS pro, Streamer Ttang. Ttang. I?"
-Ugh! For real, you pick out that one specific chat from hundreds?
-More importantly, dude. Are you actually a guy?
-I'm actually a guy, you know? (Jiggle~)
-Fuck, it was a chick with tits after all
-What kind of guy would watch TtangTtang's broadcast, where she makes statements like 'Men should at least complete military training camp,' lolol
"What are you talking about! My TtangTtang channel has a whopping..."
She minimized the game screen decorated with 'chicken,' went to her channel, and pulled up the viewer statistics.
"Male viewer percentage 0.1%! That means one out of every 100 viewers watching my stream right now is a man!"
-Can't you see the female viewer percentage of 99.9% right next to it, TtangTtang?
-What's this miraculous math where 0.1% equals one man per 100 viewers lolol
-I'd bet my both tits that even that 0.1% is an account made with my dad's ID
Tangtang let out a sigh of relief internally as she watched her viewers chuckling and having fun among themselves with her antics.
Outwardly, she was all exaggerated actions and bright smiles, but she was deeply worried about her declining viewer count as audiences were growing tired of her narrow content focus solely on FPS games.
"Well, since the mission's done. I, TtangTtang, will end today's broadcast here~ See you again tomorrow, unnis~"
-Huh? You're just gonna snatch the Water Balloons and run?!
-At least release Right Tit-nim before you go~
-But you're at 400 viewers and ending suddenly?
-Look at the time, it's almost when those streamers who broadcast with men go live~
-Aha~!
[The broadcast has ended.]
The moment the broadcast ended, her brightly smiling expression instantly stiffened.
The chat that appeared right before ending.
"'Those streamers who broadcast with men'..."
Streamer Tangtang's average viewer count was between 400-500.
And that was several months ago - currently, she was barely maintaining 400 viewers as audiences left due to her narrow content.
But those streamers who featured men had average viewership between 1,000 to 3,000 - at least 3 to 6 times higher than hers.
"So I did secretly make a video with my younger brother without mom and dad knowing..."
The result was actually explosive.
While live viewership was important for streamers, YouTube subscribers and video views were also crucial for income. She had 80,000 YouTube subscribers before, but the video she posted with her younger brother pushed her past 100,000 and achieved record-breaking views.
"But I got beaten half to death by mom instead."
Her mom was furious that she'd exposed her younger brother to the public in an era when it's unsafe even for men to go out alone. The video comments were filled with sexual harassment, forcing her to tearfully take down the record-breaking video featuring her brother.
Since then, she'd tried suggesting collaborations with male streamers (not family) by slyly gifting them Water Balloons, and even tried hiring ordinary people from job sites but...
"All failures, hng..."
The fox-like male streamers chose major corporations with more subscribers and viewers than her, while ordinary people were not only concerned about money but also afraid of going alone to a broadcasting room that was just someone's home.
"How long do I have to keep doing collabs with just tits?!"
She had done collaborations with other streamers since her FPS-only content had limitations, but she still couldn't catch up to the major corporations featuring men.
Just as she was thinking she'd have to continue being just another mediocre mid-tier streamer targeting niche markets before the big corporations started their broadcasts...
Bzzz~ Bzzz~
010-xxxx-xxxx
"What is this? My editor unni?"
Her smartphone, set to silent during broadcasts, vibrated with an unknown number.
Thinking her editor—who charged 50,000 won per minute of edited footage plus 20% of video revenue—might be calling to say "I'm sick of editing your shooty-shooty-with-tits broadcasts. Find another editor bitch!" even changing her saved number to do so, she cautiously pressed accept.
"Hello?"
It was a man.
And not just any man—a voice so beautifully androgynous it made her lower abdomen tingle!
Her facial expression instantly went slack, and before she could respond, the voice attacked again: "Hello? The call connected, but...?"
The desire to record this voice and savor it like side dishes every evening surged within her, but staying silent longer would be rude, so she hurriedly answered.
"Yes, I've received your call. What can I do for you?"
Her mind raced with fantasies: 'Could it be that I actually have a male viewer calling to confess? Fuck, how many children should we have?'—dreams extending to grandchildren already unfolding—but since she'd never revealed her phone number on stream, it remained just a fantasy.
"I saw your post on the job site looking for a military veteran male. I was wondering if you've found someone yet?"
"Military veteran male...? ...Ah! That!"
For a moment, the phrase "military veteran male" made her frown, thinking 'What kind of grass-eating nonsense is this?'
Then it flashed back to her—about two months ago, when she couldn't find any men to create content with, she'd made a one-time content piece with her viewers titled "Let's try to find the mythical creature: a military veteran male" on job sites.
At the time, finding a military veteran male seemed as difficult as plucking stars from the sky, and even if one existed, they'd have no reason to appear on a mid-tier streamer's broadcast like hers. She'd treated it as one-time content and forgotten about it. Had it now become a snowball rolling back to her?
"Why? Is it too late perhaps?"
"N-no! It's possible right now! Where do you live? I'll pay double, no triple the transportation costs!"
She hadn't seen his face, but just having this voice on stream would be a jackpot!
Praying it wasn't a prank call, she shouted about tripling transportation costs like yelling "Taxi driver, double it!"
"Transportation costs? Hmm... Since we're apparently residents of the same apartment complex anyway, instead of transportation costs, would you buy me a meal?"
That night, they say Streamer Tangtang achieved five consecutive wins...