Chapter 84
Chapter 84
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: It's Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast
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『Wasn't that just a sexual harassment warning?』
『ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ』
『Sukka, the sexual harassment warning showed up on stream lol』
“Eh? Hero? Why are you acting like that all of a sudden?”
“Oh, it's nothing....”
『So that's what you meant by taking responsibility?』
『Sukka's tastes fully analyzed lololol』
『Mesukkaki♡』
“Your face is all red. Are you really okay?”
“I-I'm fine. Anyway, want a sandwich? I made one for Irina too.”
I hurriedly changed the subject to hide my burning face.
Since Irina probably struggled with spicy food too, I handed her the kid-friendly sandwich I'd prepared in advance.
Fortunately, Irina enjoyed the Tushonka sandwich, but I was too shocked by the sexual harassment warning to feel any sense of accomplishment.
I had no idea why the warning had popped up, leaving me utterly flustered.
“Ttalgwi sis, can I hug you for a sec?”
“Hmm... Gonna use me as a guinea pig? The warning's already made the rounds, you know?”
“I-It's not exactly that... The system's acting a bit weird....”
“Alright, come here.”
In the end, I had no choice but to run a test.
As a streamer, I couldn't just ignore it—repeated warnings could lead to a login ban.
But no matter how tightly I hugged Ttalgwi, no warning appeared.
Not even when I subtly rubbed my cheek against her chest—the system stayed silent.
Wondering if it was only NPCs, I hugged Yelena too, but nothing happened.
The earlier sexual harassment warning must've been a system glitch after all.
“Irina, mind if I borrow you for a sec?”
“Huh... My turn now?”
“Yeah, there's something weird going on. Could you cooperate just for a moment?”
“Oh, sure. Got it....”
Finally, I approached Irina and spread my arms wide.
Having finished her sandwich, she gave an awkward smile and hugged me back.
She carried the distinctive oily scent of a factory worker, but strangely, it didn't bother my nose at all.
If anything, it brought back a longed-for warmth, filling me with unparalleled happiness and comfort.
But the game's system mistook my happiness for arousal.
The system, which read emotions through biometric data, popped up another warning message.
[Warning: Inappropriate arousal detected. Sexual harassment toward NPCs is subject to sanctions.]
“.......”
I bit my lip and pulled away from Irina.
My feelings for her were clearly camaraderie between comrades, so I couldn't understand why it was being interpreted as sexual excitement.
Escorting her in this state could get my account suspended.
On top of that, the platoon members and viewers were treating me like a pervert, which soured my mood even more.
So, with Irina's permission, I started trying various kinds of physical contact.
Fueled by defiance, I aimed to find parts of her I could touch without issue.
[Warning: Inappropriate arousal detected. Sexual harassment toward NPCs is subject to sanctions.]
『What the hell is she even thinking lololol』
『Hilarious that it only warns for Irina lololol』
『Kukudas about to explode, following lololol』
[Warning: Inappropriate arousal detected. Sexual harassment toward NPCs is subject to sanctions.]
『Can't even shake hands anymore lolololol』
『Eww lol get rid of that horny demon lol』
『Bare-assed kid scary afㄷㄷㄷ』
That way, I probed for safe zones through physical contact.
Unsure exactly where the sanctions kicked in, I approached each attempt passively and cautiously.
Gradually, the criteria for what counted as sexual harassment started to emerge.
Simple hand touches were fine, but the moment I recalled the 'old Irina,' it flagged as harassment.
Which meant any skinship initiated by me was essentially impossible.
But if Irina touched me instead, it should be okay.
『Finally got it lololololol』
『That determination to grope somehow lolol』
『So damn cute fr lololol』
After all those trial and error, the method I finally discovered was 'head rubbing.'
Like a cat nuzzling its owner affectionately, I rubbed my head against her—and since it wasn't me doing the touching, no warning appeared.
Having found the solution at last, I rubbed my head vigorously to vent my pent-up frustration.
The platoon members around us looked dumbfounded, but Irina herself—the person involved—didn't refuse my skinship.
In the end, I couldn't prove the harassment warning was a glitch, but it didn't matter.
Right now, I just wanted to savor this long-missed warmth from Irina.
“Hero? Is that enough now?”
“Yeah, seems okay now. Thanks for cooperating.”
“I should be the one thanking you. You were being considerate so I wouldn't feel awkward, right?”
“Uh, um... Then, can we stay like this a little longer?”
“Of course. It's not like Yelena's black-hearted aegyo—you're just too cute. My little sister only acts cute when she wants something.”
“Hehe....”
With her permission, I freely rubbed my head on Irina's shoulder.
Ttalgwi and Yelena shot jealous glares from the side, but I brushed them off with the bond thicker than blood—comradeship.
But one personal regret lingered.
I'd gotten somewhat close to Irina, but she still hadn't called me by name.
Friendly nicknames were essential for closing emotional distance.
With that in mind, I looked up at Irina and quietly made my request.
“By the way, could you call me something else? I don't really like the title 'Hero.'”
“Huh... What should I call you then?”
I pondered for a moment, watching Irina's awkward smile.
Deep down, I wanted her to call me 'Victoria' like old times, but I didn't want my full name exposed on stream.
Fortunately, Soviet-style names had tons of nicknames.
'Victoria' had several diminutives, so just the nickname wouldn't reveal my exact name.
Moreover, this was a nickname Irina herself had given me in the past.
So, revealing the nickname instead of my full name seemed best for now.
“Call me Visha.”
“Oh, so Visha-nim?”
“You can be casual. No need for the 'nim.'”
“Got it. Visha it is from now on.”
Fortunately, nicknames lacked direct meanings, so auto-translation didn't apply.
Unlike when 'Chernakoshka' turned into 'Black Kitty.'
Satisfied, I flashed a smile, and Irina smiled softly back at me.
The feeling of returning to the old days brought a bittersweet joy.
“You're too much... I haven't even gotten called by name yet....”
“Waaah... Black Kitty sis is stealing our sis....”
Then Ttalgwi and Yelena, sulking beside us, piped up.
They seemed miffed that I'd opened up only to Irina.
But I couldn't help it.
In this place, right now, no one shared higher emotional intimacy with me than Irina.
So, I decided to revel in their jealousy, rubbing my head against Irina.
Amused by her little sister's envy, Irina playfully stroked my head.
“Visha, you have this amazing charm. We've only just met, but it feels like we've known each other forever.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, for real. I seem shy, but I am shy. I was super suspicious of you at first and kept my guard up, but now I feel like an idiot for doubting you.”
“Hehe... Thanks for trusting me. I'm really happy.”
It was probably meant to tease Yelena, but even as a joke, it made me genuinely glad.
If I had a puppy tail, it would've been wagging like crazy side to side.
But stopping here felt too regrettable.
I wanted to appeal even more to Irina that she was precious to me.
So, I nuzzled my cheek against the hand stroking my head.
But that action became my final act of affection.
[Warning: Inappropriate arousal detected. Sexual harassment toward NPCs is subject to sanctions.]
“Ah.”
[Repeated unhealthy behavior detected. Login restricted for the next '12 hours.']
“W-Wait....”
[Please move to a safe location immediately and proceed with logout procedures.]
“.......”
I'd been so overjoyed that I'd forgotten I could only rub heads.
The system, misreading my emotions, had sanctioned me.
Too wronged and flustered, I shot Ttalgwi a pleading look.
In response, Ttalgwi—who'd been biting her lip in jealousy—grinned wickedly.
“Sukka-nim, login ban now, huh?”
“Yeees....”
“Serves you right. Who told you to act like a Black Cat?”
“.......”
I absolutely refused to admit it, but no rebuttal came to mind.
Mesukkaki, polar bear's natural enemy, pervert in a girl's skin—the chat was flooded with such insults.
In the end, my face burning, I hung my head without a word.
The merciless warning notification whipped me to log out quickly.
“Ugh....”
It was so unfair.