Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Lemon Gallery? What's That?
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-Hyung-nim's face is overflowing with malice.
-Whoa, is this a person or a poisonous frog?
-Those eyes look like they could kill someone.
"Shut up."
Goddamn Lemon TV.
Taking a fucking 35% commission cut.
Streamers do all the work, and they pocket the cash. Typical big-corp bullying. Groan.
Yeah, who am I gonna blame here?
Me, the idiot who slammed that refund button without even checking properly. I'm the one who deserves to die.
Just thinking about it still makes my teeth grind and my heart pound like crazy, but if there's a silver lining, it's this:
Donations suddenly spiked after the refund fiasco.
Maybe they pitied me after I got cleaned out—now even 10,000-won tips are popping up left and right.
Viewership's creeping up on 300 now.
And it's still climbing.
I have no idea where these people are coming from.
Curious as hell, I asked once.
"Lemon Gallery? What's that?"
"Hate-stirring again."
Do these guys have some obsession that I have to be a girl?
Seeing them flail desperately to dent my masculinity was kinda pitiful.
Anyway, from what they told me:
Someone posted about me on Lemon Gallery, it blew up a bit, and it advertised me to the masses.
"So, people are talking about me on this Lemon Gallery place?"
"What's so different about you guys anyway?"
Irony of ironies.
Viewers who love the lowest-tier jokes more than anyone, mocking the community's level.
What do you call this? Spitting from your bed? Tribal self-hate?
Our viewers, the ultimate hypocrites, were like dogs with shit on them scolding dogs with crap on their snouts.
If there was a national trash-talk contest, our viewers would win hands-down—yet they see being compared to Lemon Gallery as a disgrace.
Makes me scared already. What kinda place is it? World-champ degenerates? National training center?
Ah, my colon's rumbling—maybe it's the colon village.
"Guess I'll find out when I check it out."
Perfect timing too. I was getting bored just sitting and chatting.
Today's content decided: Lemon Gallery expedition.
Comparing who's worse, like viewers said, sounds fun.
"What's with the freakout?"
"Whoa, laying down a 'you can't not go now' curse on me."
Now I was genuinely curious.
If they're trying this hard to stop me, there must be something there.
Human nature: tell 'em not to, and they wanna do it more.
Fueled by the chat meltdown and cheers, I searched "Lemon Gallery" right away.
Top result:
<Lemon TV Gallery (m)>
Pointing at it:
"This it?"
"Heh. Nothing else comes up."
Just like bros reacting when their little sis finds the porn folder.
As an expert, this was 100% it.
Site loaded, endless posts everywhere.
One recent title caught my eye.
"Oh..."
Definitely amazing.
Chat was tame by comparison.
I'd called out viewers for crossing lines, but next to this? Lambs.
Even these guys knew this was too far—they turned ultra-moral for once and condemned it.
Not planning to sue.
Some might call for sweet justice, but it's like celebs not suing every toxic comment.
Not image damage or anything grand for me. Just lazy.
Plus, after a lifetime as a guy, sexual harassment like that doesn't hit home.
Stuff that'd enrage a woman feels like trashing a fictional character to me.
Like buddies' sex jokes with extra spice.
So I brushed it off easy.
"This guy's loaded, huh?"
"I thought my viewers were the horniest no-backspace weirdos out there. But this place has worse."
And then.
Unintentionally, taking it lightheartedly...
The lurking viewers started loosening up one by one.
Like ice melting, chat came alive again.
I figured viewers were shameless pros, but their sudden self-roasts cracked me up, fully thawing the stiff vibe.
Watching them laugh and banter again, I nodded involuntarily.
Yeah, this suits you guys.
Since when did you care about optics?
Oh, and I dropped a comment on the post.
Tap tap tap.
-TS Hyo-jeong's a real tough guy, won't submit to crap like that. No slander.
Reply popped up quick.
"Kid's got spunk."
Pretending otherwise but dropping every gag to cheer me up.
Cute effort— I smirked and asked back.
"Kids. What should we do to this guy? I'll go with your call."
"Pfft... kekek!"
Stuff I'd only seen in punishment vids—couldn't hold back the laugh.
Cheering crowd on one side.
Naysayers too, naturally.
Yeah, specific enough for settlement cash.
But... didn't sit right.
Lingering unease.
Suing felt like admitting I'm a girl.
Tough guy's pride won't allow it.
Stubborn? Fair.
Plus, spite welled up.
Feels like I'd lose if I did.
Pondering that, donation pinged.