Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast
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【[Viewer] sponsored 50,000 coins!】
〔Tell us your weight too!〕
“I haven’t weighed myself separately, so I’m not sure. Probably just under 40kg?”
【[Viewer] sponsored 50,000 coins!】
〔I want to know your exact height too〕
“I haven’t measured my height either, so it’s hard to say. But I doubt it’s over 150cm.”
【[Viewer] sponsored 1,000 coins!】
〔Have you tried yas?〕
“Huh? What’s yas?”
I ended up spending a while doing a Q&A with the viewers.
Maybe because the donation asking about OP fan service set the standard, most viewers were tossing in 50,000-coin questions.
But they were all fixated on my physical stats.
Even after the red pill reveal, plenty of viewers still suspected I’d customized my character.
Either way, I was raking in big bucks just answering trivial questions.
I wasn’t desperate for cash or super materialistic, but more money was always better, so I wasn’t complaining.
Then, a disappointing message popped up in the manager chat.
Shin Ara, who was on duty, had to step away again.
[Kukudas: Lunch break’s almost over... Heading back to counselingㅜㅜ]
[Sukka: Got it, good luck. And I’ll be fine alone today. You must be tired—go home and rest.]
[Kukudas: Okay! I’ll just watch the stream then!]
[Sukka: Thanks always. I’ll treat you to beef later.]
[Kukudas: Ooh! Looking forward to it!]
Shin Ara slipped away quietly without the viewers noticing.
She was keeping her absence under wraps to maintain a wholesome chat culture.
Her thoughtfulness in even the little things made her so reliable.
I felt a twinge of guilt for telling her not to visit because I was worried she’d force me into a bra.
After seeing her off, I turned to gaze at Ttalgwi.
Having unintentionally baited her, she was kneeling like she was doing penance.
“Ttalgwi, I’m fine, so sit comfortably. No need to feel bad over something like underwear.”
“R-Really? It didn’t cause a broadcast incident because of me?”
“Broadcast incidents are my daily life. This is small enough to laugh off.”
“Uh, um... I guess so?”
Ttalgwi gave an awkward smile at my words and stretched out her legs to sit properly.
Thanks to Sutzka’s engine heat, she didn’t seem cold anymore.
The viewers insisted on revealing Ttalgwi’s panty color too, but I couldn’t fathom their obsession with underwear hues.
I wasn’t curious what panties Ttalgwi was wearing, so I breezed past the viewers’ pervy uproar.
“But we can’t just embarrass Sukka! So in that spirit, confession time: my panties are lemon yellow right now!”
But then Ttalgwi went off on her own and spilled her panty color.
Whether they’d been lemon yellow since purchase or turned that way because she’s a bedwetter—it bugged me a bit, but I decided not to ask.
“Oh, okay. Suits you, Ttalgwi. Anyway, let’s wrap up the Q&A. The questions are getting too spicy.”
“Got it! So what now?”
“We’ve got time left, so training sounds good.”
“Training?”
Instead of answering, I untied the bundle next to me.
PPSh, SVT-40, DP-28, and Mosin-Nagant. It held all our personal weapons.
The one I pulled out was, naturally, Ttalgwi’s SVT-40.
I hadn’t been issued one because I’m short, but since it was Irina’s main rifle, I knew enough to train her on it.
And honestly, the SVT was shorter and lighter than the Mosin-Nagant.
Sure, “shorter” still meant it came up to my eye level, but with semi-auto fire, it had to be easier to handle than the Mosin-Nagant.
“This rifle’s called the ‘Samozaryadnaya Vintovka Tokareva.’ But like it says in the army shop catalog, I’ll just call it the SVT.”
“Ooh....”
“It uses a 10-round magazine, effective range around 500m. Not great for precision sniping—honestly, accuracy’s worse than the Mosin-Nagant.”
“Ah... That’s why it’s for designated marksmen?”
“Yeah. That’s why I brought a sniper Mosin-Nagant too. I’ll lay out a poncho, so get prone comfortably.”
I gave the basics and scanned the surroundings.
Thanks to the tank uncles flooring it, we were pretty far from Sevastopol now.
No people in sight amid the quiet rural scenery.
Seemed safe for shooting practice.
“What’s the scope magnification?”
“3.5x. Same as the one on the Mosin-Nagant. Check it out yourself while aiming.”
“Yep!”
Soon Ttalgwi was prone on the poncho, assuming a sniper position with the SVT.
Her slender figure was impressive enough, but her hands needed work.
For Ttalgwi’s survival rate, I’d have to go full demon instructor.
I smacked her butt—crack!—and began the serious training.
“Ow!!”
“Is that butt lifted on purpose?”
“Huh? No!”
“Then keep it flat on the ground. You don’t want a bullet enema.”
“B-But why do you keep touching... The viewers are all watching....”
“Feet flat like this too. Heels up means you could get hit there.”
“Aaack!!”
“Why’s your body so stiff? Hold this position till you’re used to it. I’ll press from above.”
“Eek!! W-Wait a sec!!”
I sat on Ttalgwi’s butt and started correcting her form.
From elbow angle to hip contact to heel tucking—her flexibility was so poor, I had to help directly.
At least I learned how much pain the game simulates.
That way, as I kneaded Ttalgwi’s body, a mission registered in the noisy chat.
【[Viewer] registered a mission!】
〔Kill Ttalgwi and the polar bear: 50,000 coins〕
“Huh? Why the polar bear all of a sudden?”
『That crazy bitchㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ』
『Sukka who doesn’t know yas wouldn’t get itㅋㅋㅋ』
『It’s fine!! A bit more and it’ll be a real thing!!』
“Hidden meaning? How do I do it?”
『Just teach more aggressively?』
『Not bad right nowㅋㅋ』
『Teach kindly while using your bodyㅋㅋ』
“Using my body? Like this?”
No clue why the polar bear dies, but accepting the mission seemed fine.
After all, body contact was the fastest way to teach anyway.
I accepted the mission and looked down at the pinned Ttalgwi.
Mumbling ‘oh man coins...’, she’d gotten the same mission.
“This position’s perfect now. Use it for prone forward shooting.”
“I-I’ll try....”
“Next, reloading. Swap magazines while holding position. Eastern Front’s full of open fields—you gotta get used to prone reloads.”
“I don’t even know how to reload?”
“I’ll show you hands-on. Bear the weight for a sec.”
“Hup!”
I lay on Ttalgwi’s back, aligning our shoulders.
Then I took her hands and guided the SVT controls.
“Magazine catch is here. See it? Touch with your finger.”
“T-Touched it.”
“Hold it down and the mag drops. Don’t press in combat. Try inserting it solo.”
“Insert....”
“If it’s tight, force it. Tougher than it looks—no breaking.”
“Ooh....”
I explained every part and reload step.
Ttalgwi looked super tense for some reason, but viewers were praising my thoroughness.
Boosted my confidence and mood.
I pressed closer to teach aiming and firing.
Inevitably rubbing cheeks, but this let me check her sight picture while maintaining form.
Turning into Ttalgwi’s backpack, I continued the lesson amid Sutzka’s brutal ride.
“Now, shooting practice. Aim at that white rock.”
“W-Wait... Aren’t you too close?”
“Wanna check your aim myself. Bear with it even if it’s uncomfortable?”
“Huh? No? Not uncomfortable at all? Feels great?”
I smiled at Ttalgwi’s reply and pointed at the target.
Her breathing roughened as she aimed at the distant rock.
But her heartbeat pounding through her chest was way too fast.
On this shaky tank, that’d tank her accuracy hard.
I waited quietly for her to calm.
But it kept thumping, so I leaned my head on hers and said,
“Missing’s fine. No need to tense up.”
“N-No, I’m totally calm?”
“Don’t lie. Heartbeat’s racing. Throws off your aim.”
“Not lying?”
“Really? Mind if I check?”
“Eek! W-What’re you touching....”
“Huh? Ttalgwi, weird. Fast through your back, but nothing from your chest.”
“.......”
She lied so blatantly, I placed a hand on her chest.
But no pulse came through—unlike her back.
So bizarre my jaw dropped.
Maybe Ttalgwi’s heart was positioned more rearward than normal.
I sat up and checked my own chest.
Yep, mine thumped normally in the standard spot.
【Mission Success!】
〔Kill Ttalgwi and the polar bear〕
Then a success notice popped—before we’d done anything.
No idea what polar bear meant, but my action must’ve killed it.
I glanced at chat to ask.
Ecstatic viewers cheered wildly.
『Kyaa!! Sukka touched Ttalgwi’s boobs!!』
『Clicked success before the glacier meltsㅎㅎ』
『No Kukudas rn? Send the yuri squad to the Gulag!』
『Not even heartbeat gets throughㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ』
『Anyone else and it’s lawsuit ㄹㅇㅋㅋ』
【[Viewer] sponsored 1,000 coins!】
〔Polar bear kill: Internet slang for yuri (girl love). Mission to show love hot enough to melt the Arctic〕
『Rub! Just rub hard and melt the Arctic!』
『ㅋㅋThat Black Cat bitch really didn’t know?』
『Ttalgwi who liked it gets a followㅋㅋㅋㅋ』
『Save the polar bearㅜㅜㅜ』
『Same mission success in Ttalgwi’s streamㅋㅋ』
“Uh....”
Just resting my hand, but they counted it as groping.
Felt wronged for a sec, but I had touched, so no arguing.
Never dreamed polar bear meant that.
I’d accidentally staged something steamy—my face burned red.
Trying to teach seriously crossed the line again.
Time to seal the demon instructor role.
“Sukka, get off a sec.”
Then Ttalgwi spoke seriously for once.
I hopped off her back and knelt.
She sat facing me, clearing her throat awkwardly.
Her next question made me flinch.
“Be honest. You like girls, right, Sukka?”
“Huh? N-No....”
“That’s not rookie flirting! You’ve touched my chest before! Keep this up and I’ll get confused!”
“S-Sorry... Got carried away teaching. Report me for harassment—I deserve it....”
“Would you do the same to Ghost?”
“.......”
Truth was, I did prefer girls over guys.
Never seen anyone as dating material, but yeah, girls put me more at ease.
Obviously because my body and identity changed to a girl’s.
Four years on the battlefield fearing for my life naturally made men scary.
But groping another girl’s chest was still a crime.
Second time with Ttalgwi’s too—she had reason for the misunderstanding.
Guess I’d gotten too comfy with being a girl.
That viewer calling me ‘Black Cat’ made sense now.
“Why would I report you? Just grant one request.”
“Y-Yeah... Anything I can do....”
“Call me noona from now on.”
“Huh?”
“There’s a mission in my stream: ‘Make Sukka call you noona nonstop.’”
“.......”
But somehow the convo veered weird.
Ttalgwi didn’t look mad—just scheming to cash in.
I was reflecting hard, and she was plotting money.
Felt played and ridiculous, but also relieved.
Maybe close comrades don’t count it as harassment.
Eased up, I looked up at Ttalgwi quietly.
“What? Won’t call me? You said anything?”
“Fine. I’ll call you that from now on. But that’s it?”
“Huh?”
“You said anything, but that’s too easy.”
“Ah! Th-Then something else! Something else!”
“Too late, Ttalgwi noona.”
“Eeeek!!”
And just like that, another noona joined the ranks.
No intent to kill polar bears, but Shin Ara’s jealousy worried me a bit.
Ttalgwi had no clue.
That her top noona was on guard against her.
“Handle the fallout yourself, Ttalgwi noona.”
Not my problem.