Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Aren't These Guys Completely Insane?
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Day 3 of starting the stream.
The moment I started streaming, people flooded in as if they'd been waiting for me to go live.
The number reached a whopping 100.
"Yeah, come on in, everyone."
There were too many people to greet each one warmly.
By the time the skyrocketing viewer count stabilized, I'd fumbled through some casual greetings.
"Content? Isn't it fine to just do the same as yesterday?"
My response, that I hadn't really thought about it, made the viewers wail from all directions.
"Wonhalmeom Bogo Ssam... wait, what? Why's your nickname like that?"
I read the nickname absentmindedly and ended up wrinkling my nose.
One stroke grandma gawk...?
I expressed shock at the guy's enormous defensive range, wondering what kind of womanizing history let him accept even her, and the viewers cackled like it was hilarious.
Things felt off from the start.
But contrary to my worries, the stream was proceeding decently.
Or was it?
Donations kept coming nonstop, and money piled up in the till without end.
But there was a problem here.
A huge problem.
If there's an abyss, this must be it.
Actually, it wasn't like this at first.
Just once in a while. Rare sex drips popping up sporadically.
Reacting to each one felt a bit try-hard, and compared to chats calling me pretty or cute, I figured responses loyal to their desires were better, so I let it slide. That was the root of the problem.
Those occasional one or two started multiplying, and before I knew it, they became the mainstream.
Were they trying to mentally attack me into a trance?
Forcing a hiatus on purpose?
No wonder it felt too easy yesterday.
They must have taken my declaration of streaming freely as permission for them to run wild.
They chatted and sent donation messages without restraint.
Why did I think streaming was doable?
Get a grip, Hyo-jeong.
Taking other people's money can't be easy.
If it were, every Tom, Dick, and Harry would live in Hannam The Hill or Banpo Xi.
The more I streamed, the more incomprehensible amounts of donation money piled up, but I had to peer into the abyss just as much.
Mood lifting from the easy cash, then plummeting from the lowbrow questions.
Sweet and bitter alternating like a duet of evils, perfectly balanced in their golden ratio of annoyance.
"Kukukuk..."
1,000 won stacks into 10,000.
10,000 stacks into bigger bucks.
Look, just 10 minutes in and already 35,000 won.
What part-time job pays three times the hourly wage in 10 minutes?
I hear in China there are human sandbags you pay to vent stress on. Maybe this is like that.
A human sandbag for venting lust freely for money.
No, fuck, that's just a sex worker.
Yeah, right.
Think of it as mascot costume work.
Kids sometimes try to yank off the head with a somersault kick, but like that blue hedgehog character scattering coins every hit, it's a job where 1,000 won dings accumulate.
No stuffy hot costume, just AC blasting in my room taking hits from text scraps. Difficulty greatly reduced.
That's the sweet gig I'm doing now.
No.
The donation contents were a nonstop shock parade.
Doubting if they were even human language.
Seeing these scoundrels defiling King Sejong's great invention meant to benefit the people widely, even nonexistent patriotism welled up.
Is this the future of Korea...?
This is fucking ridiculous.
Armpit bugs, navel bugs, and now foot bugs.
The feast of countless vermin made my mind reel.
I instinctively groped around.
Escila, I need Escila...
Exterminate them before they lay more eggs.
"Aren't these guys completely insane?"
What the hell's so great about those soles anyway.
I was dumbfounded by how perfectly in sync they were, like they'd sworn a peach garden oath under a peach tree.
"No, doesn't anyone else not get it? Talking like that to someone who was a guy until just now?"
"Goddamn it."
Now even the TS thing has solidified into a gimmick.
No matter how much I insist I was a guy, they just go 'Yeah yeah, that's the concept' and brush it off.
Ridiculous, licking grapes without knowing if they're sour.
I clicked my tongue at these deluded mortals trapped in the narrow prejudice that women are women from birth.
Yesterday's man can be today's woman.
This life's woman could have been a man in a past life.
Mayflies faithful only to today, not grasping worldly truths.
These lust-soaked sweaty rag bastards.
A helplessness I'd never felt before enveloped me.
Was this emptiness? Resignation?
Whatever the answer, the reality I faced didn't change.
Having declared no hiatuses, like it or not, I had to carry the stream for the next month.
So in times like this, I needed to stay calm and handle it.
"Yeah yeah, whether I'm a woman or man, believe it or not, whatever. But don't cross the line, folks. Especially you, O-fan-mu, you bastard. Ask about panty color one more time and I'll really send you to jail, so watch it—sky blue."
"Yeah, kid. You're donating a ton, right? Just brotherly advice."
I can't fathom how their minds work.
The world was already overwhelming with just Ye-eun, and now suddenly gaining 200 little bros... wait, what? Already 200?
I couldn't help sighing at yet another viewer count record broken.
No wonder the crazy level felt especially high today.
Just more headcount.
"Jeez, you'd think I discriminate. Of course I love all viewers equally. I just love the donating ones a tiny, tiny bit more."
"You're hopeless."
Finally, as an example, I hit him with a 1-hour ban and forced nick change, which somewhat quelled the little bro game.
The guy had donated tens of thousands today alone, so I let it slide with that; otherwise, permanent ban.
After that, we exchanged more pointless banter, and after the first ban, they seemed a bit more prudent.
But that didn't last.
"What's a lash perm?"
"What is..."
Suddenly picking on my looks out of nowhere.
"No, this is literally just a room."
"So what? Wanna fistfight?"
"Ugh, this place is full of perverts."
Making me recoil from overwhelming deviant lust.
That was the pattern.
Viewers tease, I freak out.
They say something, I react, they cackle at my reaction and poke again.
A vicious cycle repeating.
"What, new nick?"
"Ah, released already."
O-fan-mu, the ill-fated viewer executed first for excessive chat.
Back after perfectly serving his 1-hour ban and nick change.