Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: This Isn't a Self-Deprecating Broadcast Episode 87
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“Victoria... forgive me...”
“No.”
My somewhat forced plea cut off the conversation with Hwarang.
It seemed he was reviewing whether it was possible to make the Morozova sisters invincible.
Then, seizing what she thought was the right moment to beg for forgiveness, Shin Ara started groveling.
Sitting primly on the chair in seiza position, she looked like she was genuinely repentant.
But this time, I just couldn’t bring myself to forgive her easily.
I whipped my head away, making it crystal clear I was pissed.
“I misunderstood, and I’m really sorry... but it really was moist...”
“It was just sweat. Korea’s hot, that’s all.”
Shin Ara had misunderstood that I got excited over Irina.
It was an utterly ridiculous misconception that sullied my noble camaraderie with lust.
The moisture she felt on her thigh really was just sweat.
The reason I even went to the bathroom to check was simply because ‘I don’t know my own body that well.’
After all, this body might be the type that mistakes happiness for arousal.
Worried about that, I rushed to the bathroom to inspect my lower half, and the result was, naturally, ‘smooth’ instead of ‘slick.’
But yelling ‘reply in my place!’ while running to the bathroom had been a mistake.
I’d meant it as a way to buy time so Hwarang wouldn’t end the chat, but I never dreamed Shin Ara would doubt my innocence.
“I trusted you, sis, and now I’m disappointed.”
“S-sorry...”
Of course, I wasn’t entirely blameless.
Shin Ara’s misunderstanding stemmed entirely from my careless actions.
If someone suspected of being aroused runs into the bathroom, anyone would misunderstand.
On top of that, sitting on her thigh without drying the sweat first was definitely my fault.
But the mood had already soured too much to just accept it and forgive.
It had made me overly conscious of sexual topics, so I couldn’t even look at Shin Ara’s face.
[Hwarang: Sukka, could you spare a moment? I’d like to meet you in-game with the relevant staff.]
While I was like that, the chat with Hwarang resumed.
I’d asked him to make the Morozova sisters invincible, and his response was to meet and discuss.
It wasn’t an immediate fix, but it wasn’t negative either, so I was glad.
A smile crept onto my face at the anticipation of being able to protect Irina and Yelena.
[Sukka: Sure, I’m free right now. Are you going to make Irina and Yelena essential NPCs?]
[Hwarang: We plan to accommodate your requests as much as possible. We’ve discovered an issue related to you, Sukka. We’re gathering staff for a countermeasures meeting. I’d really appreciate it if you could join as well.]
Somehow, it felt like things were escalating.
All I wanted was a few ‘clicks’ to protect the Morozova sisters, but now they were asking me to attend a heavy-duty countermeasures meeting.
Having been burned by Universe once before, I couldn’t welcome this.
The reason they wanted me didn’t sound good either, so hostility crept into my typing fingers.
[Sukka: Why me?]
[Hwarang: I heard you modeled for an Eastern Battlefield character. There’s an issue related to that right now. Unfortunately, that’s all I can say with my authority. If you attend the meeting, we’ll explain everything.]
[Sukka: What if I refuse? You guys can handle it internally and just notify me.]
[Hwarang: I’m truly sorry. It’s such an urgent situation. Please understand.]
Surprisingly, Hwarang was bringing up the past.
Even though it was (former) Victoria’s past that I didn’t know, since Eastern Battlefield was mentioned, it was as good as my problem.
I’d tried to bury it as God’s prank, but I never expected them to bring it up first.
Of course, Universe didn’t know my identity, but in this case, I had no choice but to deal with them.
In that case, it’d be best to hear the details in-game as Hwarang said.
If I chatted next to Shin Ara and ‘Sergey’ slipped out, it’d be trouble.
[Sukka: Fine. I’ll join the meeting.]
[Hwarang: Thank you so much. If you log into Frontline Archive now, I’ll guide you to the meeting room. Access restrictions should already be lifted.]
[Sukka: Got it. By the way, is there a way to hide my online status? There’s this one sis who charges at me if she sees me. I don’t want to be misunderstood as sneaking in alone.]
[Hwarang: You mean Ttalgwi? Activate secret mode then.]
[Sukka: Thanks for letting me know. Logging in now.]
Fortunately, this would prevent any controversy about playing games with the stream off.
If Ttalgwi, who was streaming, said, ‘Huh? Sukka’s ban must be lifted! But why isn’t she coming in?’ viewers would get upset.
With all preparations complete, I stood up, and Shin Ara, still reflecting, fidgeted awkwardly.
Her legs must have gone numb from kneeling on the chair.
“Why’d you kneel when I didn’t even tell you to? I forgive you now, so sit comfortably.”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks... but I can’t get up... my calves are tingling...”
“Hmm...”
“V-Victoria? What are you doing?”
“Your calves are numb, huh...”
“Hey! You said you forgave me!”
“Take that.”
“Kyaaah!!”
I started massaging Shin Ara’s legs mercilessly.
It wasn’t really revenge; massages were just the best remedy for numb legs.
I rubbed her thighs, kneaded her calves, pressed her soles.
Everywhere was soft and squishy, making it pretty fun.
Plus, every touch elicited lewd moans, which was satisfying.
Of course, this was just a simple massage; I had no intention of revenge.
“How’s this? Feel good?”
“Hah! W-wait a sec!”
“You like it that much? How about here?”
“N-not there!”
“Take that, take that.”
“Eek! Hahh!”
I massaged her bare legs for quite a while.
Even after the numbness faded, her moaning was more erotic than I’d imagined.
Her flushed face and ragged breathing made her look aroused to anyone.
Shin Ara, who’d mistaken me for a pervert, was now showing utter satisfaction.
Before long, a warm heat began wafting from inside her pajama dress.
I lightly stroked up her thigh for the finishing blow.
“Sis, you’re wet.”
“N-no! Really not! It’s just sweat!”
“Huh? I meant sweat too.”
“Ugh!”
“If you’ve reflected, don’t tease me anymore. Every time you do, I’ll knead you like this.”
“.......”
“Why are you avoiding my eyes? Planning to tease again?”
“.......”
“Ara sis?”
“.......”
“Answer.”
“Hah! O-okay! I won’t tease! Sorry!”
“Good. I fully forgive you now.”
“Ugh...”
Having finally tamed Shin Ara, I smiled brightly and pulled my hands away.
Then I neatly straightened her disheveled skirt.
Only then did it hit me: ‘What the heck did I just do?’ But if I got embarrassed now, the mood would turn weird.
So I hurriedly stood to escape into the game.
“I’ll be off to the meeting then.”
“Y-you’re really going? Eastern Battlefield is the game Victoria possessed, right? Aren’t you scared of Universe people? You okay?”
“Yeah, we’re just meeting in-game. If anything happens, sis will save me. I trust you, Ara sis.”
“Oh, yeah... I’ll keep watch... How long will it take?”
“Not too long. Let’s eat dinner together after.”
“Got it. I’ll prep dinner and wait. Call if you need help?”
“Yeah. I’m off.”
With Shin Ara seeing me off, I lay down in the coffin.
It felt like I was raising a death flag from the Eastern Front, but since I wasn’t going to fight, it was just needless worry.
Soon, I set my account to secret mode and logged into Frontline Archive. A new friend request notification arrived with a session invite.
Naturally accepting, the nickname was, of course, ‘Hwarang.’
“Oh, Sukka. Thank you so much for coming. I’m Yoo Hwarang, the programmer for Frontline Archive.”
“Sorry I’m late. I said I’d log in right away, but time flew playing with sis.”
“It’s fine. Will you follow me? I’ll guide you to the meeting room.”
“Yes.”
I joined the invited session and followed Hwarang.
As expected of a special area for staff only, the hallway with its red carpet was dazzlingly luxurious.
It was like being in Moscow’s Kremlin Palace.
Remembering the day I was heading to meet Stalin made everything—Hwarang leading ahead included—irritate me.
So I walked silently down the hall without properly looking at Hwarang’s face.
Fortunately, the meeting room wasn’t far.
“I’ve brought Sukka.”
Entering, I glanced around.
Whether to intimidate or just for show, five men and women sat at an unnecessarily huge round table in a grand atmosphere.
Among them was a familiar face.
Han Jintae, the lead director of Eastern Battlefield, who’d made me experience the hell of the Eastern Front.
“First, let me introduce everyone. The person on the far left is... Uh, Sukka?”
Ignoring Hwarang introducing the bigwigs, I headed to the center of the room.
Up until now, I’d only resented God, not Universe, but facing the people involved in person boiled my anger.
Especially their attitude of sitting comfortably and looking at me cutely.
I growled lowly at the game company employees like they were my enemies.
“Vstavaty.”
But despite my threat, only one stood up.
Thanks to his experience making the Eastern Front game, only Han Jintae shot to his feet.
They probably needed Korean, not Russian.
Judging so, I scowled fiercely and commanded everyone again.
“Stand up.”
What right do you have to sit comfortably?
Stand up, all of you.