I Became a Malicious Streamer

“Second round of karaoke, second round. Don’t say it can’t happen. I’m sober now.”

The street outside was buzzing with energy even though it was late.

Laughter echoed through the streets, filling the air with hahaha as everyone enjoyed the beautifully decorated lights.

Papi Joah felt like she was starting to understand Molru’s words that the real party starts at night.

Jacky’s team was just as lively as others on the street, chattering away.

Maybe it was because everyone had taken a sip of the strong wine, but they all seemed to be in a pleasantly tipsy mood.

Among them, Ryuah led the group with a silly grin.

Although Ryuah and Molru were the youngest in their team, Ryuah felt more like the true baby of the group.

Molru had an aura that made her seem older than her age.

The whole team was astonished to learn that Ryuah was the same age as Molru.

Her drunkenness wasn’t too wild, and at this level, it was bearable.

In fact, the older members of the team, Cheolwoo and Jacky, thought Ryuah’s antics were simply cute.

Tex, who had come up with Ryuah, let out a small sigh and asked her,

“Your face looks fine now, but why are you staring like that?”

“Am I~? What’s wrong with my eyes?”

With her half-closed eyes scanning the surroundings, Ryuah suddenly spotted something and smiled as she walked forward.

Perhaps it was the wine she’d drunk, but her cheeks were slightly flushed as she seemed lost admiring the night scenery.

Ryuah thought she looked just like a painting, and it seemed she wasn’t the only one, as both men and women who noticed her in Molru’s vicinity briefly paused to stare at her.

Like a predator chasing prey, Ryuah rushed toward her target with an energetic woooosh.

She buried her head against the shoulder of a woman who seemed small compared to her appearance.

Molru, who stood behind her, simply remained still, with no reaction as Ryuah hugged her closely and rubbed her face against hers.

If it had been any other day, Ryuah would have found Molru’s lack of response boring.

What the heck, she thought, feeling the urge to tease her and push away after hugging.

But somehow, even this indifference matched Molru, making Ryuah unconsciously want to be even more spoiled.

“Ji-eun! We’re going for a second round, right? Let’s go, okay?”

Ji-eun, who was a similar height to Ryuah and was often described by her friends as “easy to hang on to,” caught Ryuah’s attention.

Being the one in charge of the teasing felt oddly satisfying.

As Ryuah clung to Ji-eun, who had been unresponsive up until then, she finally turned her head and said,

“Second round… I’m fine since I live in Seoul, but are you okay? You live in Busan, right?”

“Uh-huh, Ji-eun, let me crash at yours, okay?”

“That’s a bit…”

Despite her usually expressionless face, embarrassment peeked through.

The way her eyelids drooped in a cold manner made her look intriguingly beautiful.

While admiring her face, Ryuah shook her head.

“I’m just kidding! I already booked a room. So we have to go for a second round, okay?”

Finally, Ji-eun nodded with her face relaxing.

Ryuah just gazed at her like a fool, with a heehee smile.

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<...Did you really cut it off here? LOL, legend>

If luck had smiled, maybe the Galju’s face would have been revealed during the stream, huh?

Molru’s Juice: Does Molru look like a jerk? Even if she looks like one, she acts with calculations ㅇㅇ. There’s absolutely no chance of a leak.

ㄴ Ricardo: Bro level ㅋㅋ

ㄴ Molru’s Juice: Your face

ㅇㅇ: Idiots

[Please refrain from indiscriminate streaming broadcasts]

Well, folks, I don’t know who this streamer named Molru is, but since this is the Dragon Road gallery, how about talking about Dragon Road?

Every single thought from you folks contributes to creating a clean community.

ㅇㅇ: Yeah, shut up~ Molru is the gallery, and the gallery is Molru itself. Praise the Molo-Emperor.

ㅇㅇ: Why this guy speaking honorifically in the gallery?;; Sounds so creepy.

ㅇㅇ: Streaming is fine, but honestly, the writer already lost by not knowing Molru.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ: If you don’t know Molru, get out for real.

ㅇㅇ: The Dragon Road gallery was completely overtaken by Molru, right? LOL

[Why are these idiots making a fuss over nothing? LOL]

Did Molru head out for an alcohol party without leaving a notice?

Was she really in the same space with male streamers after 10 PM?

Did she wear cute clothes for a change instead of her normal get-up?

And was her voice subtly indicating she was a bit drunk?

ㅋㅋ Why is everyone going crazy…?

ㅇㅇ: Hide, hide!

ㅇㅇ: This dude’s a concept juicer. Real juicers are probably marathoning the streamer they’re recording instead of writing these posts, trying to discover which bar this is.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Isn’t that stalking instead of being a juicer?

ㄴ ㅇㅇ: For real, LOL

ㅇㅇ: I can feel the seriousness in the last line with all those dots.

ㅇㅇ: These crazy people are noisy even though they didn’t tune in from the beginning. I’ve been watching since it was small-time, donating, subscribing, and promoting since day one, and now they’re just annoying the chat without anything special to share.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Molru is working hard to earn money…

ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Juicing ain’t easy, you know? ㅋㅋ

[True fans wouldn’t be writing here, they’d be in the cafe.]

All the troublemakers going after Molru are just stirring the pot ㅋㅋ.

ㅇㅇ: But the cafe is too stuffy… We gotta write in honorifics there.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Why does this dude talk like that? Is he gay?

ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Just think of it like wearing a mask.

ㅇㅇ: The cafe isn’t any different from here, what’s he talking about? LOL

ㄴ ㅇㅇ: For real, are they all taking off their masks and acting like that?

About twenty minutes into Jacky’s team’s night broadcast, it caused quite a stir in the community.

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<...Did you just wake up? How much did you drink? >

“I didn’t drink much. I just came home a bit late last night.”

What was waiting for me, with just a vague memory of getting home before dawn, was a furious phone call from my little brother.

Feeling a sense of déjà vu from this situation, I replied to my angry little brother’s words like a tape recorder.

[Don’t lie. You drank a lot again, right? I told you to get in touch when you got home.]

Whether I’m bad at lying or Ji-yeon has a good intuition.

I was heavily drunk and currently paying the price for falling into a stupor.

“I’m sorry for not contacting you. I came home late and was tired, so I went straight to bed. But really, I didn’t drink that much. Maybe just a few glasses of wine.”

[That’s not the point. You went to meet people you’ve never met before without being cautious.]

“There were two other girls besides me. They’re all teammates.”

[But what if you went and it was only guys there?]

“I said everyone was coming by message; what’s the worry? You’re overthinking it, Ji-yeon.”

It’s reckless to stream too. What if someone recognizes your face? Or what if someone comes looking for you at the shop they saw on the stream? What if…>

“Then it’d be an opportunity to reveal my face, right? It would increase my viewer count, and there’d be no downside-”

[Unnie!!]

“I’m just kidding. Why are you so angry? I never intended to reveal my face. I’ve been careful so that my face wouldn’t show on stream, so why are you mad?”

Even now, I feel like there are too many viewers, and there’s no reason to give them more opportunities to stir the pot.

Sometimes, I miss the times when there weren’t that many viewers.

My first stream, when there were 800 people chatting and joking together…

Honestly, even 800 was more than I deserved.

As I pondered such trivial thoughts, I heard a sniffling sound from the other side of the phone.

[You’re always like this. Like, never listening to what I say. Do you know how long I’ve… Sigh. I’m always the one...]

No, Ji-yeon. What do you expect me to do when you squeeze me like that?

If you know your enemy and know yourself, you’ll never lose.

However, in this battle, I wasn’t the one in control.

Ji-yeon knew all my weaknesses, while I knew nothing about my little brother.

This severe gap eventually led to my defeat, and I lost my precious personal time again.

She kept trying to contact me to go to Eun-ha’s shopping mall again because she wanted to go with me.

[It's already winter. You should buy some clothes too. You might catch a cold.]

“I’m fine-.”

[But, but.]

Unable to resist Ji-yeon’s subtle insistence, I failed to attend to my cluttered wardrobe, which looked like it was about to explode.

I’m sorry, just hold on a bit longer. It’s too bothersome to tidy up right now.

Is there a reason to buy more clothes when I have winter clothes that look like they would fit just fine?

I’m not one to go out much, and having more clothes just makes things messier.

Ji-yeon, however, didn’t share that sentiment and repeatedly emphasized her point.

This girl, where does she get that money from, I wonder?

It seems like my parents’ wealth is not something to be trifled with.

[Are you going to go shopping with me sometime when you have time?]

Setting this indefinite promise with Ji-yeon, I lay down on my bed and picked up my phone.

After waking up late in the afternoon, suffering from a slight hangover due to the drinks from last night, I casually logged into the community.

Oh right, I had opened a fan cafe—my fan cafe made by Si-young.

I accessed the space solely made for talks about me.

“What the heck is this?”

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I found myself confronted with a flaming hell.

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