I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers

Title: Streaming with a Really Pretty Guest

[‘Elderin’ is live.]

Wow, whiskey must be way stronger than I thought.

The moment I sat next to Elderin, I could feel myself getting tipsy.

Maybe Elderin was a bit shocked by my alcohol smell, as she opened a notepad on her broadcast monitor.

“Are you okay? Did you drink too much?”

“It’s fine… just enough to feel good now.”

– ???: I feel good right now
– Wow, but seriously, who are you?
– I heard someone named Gawol mentioned
– Don’t joke, there’s no way she’s pretty
– The voice sounds somewhat similar, though?

The chains that had been binding me started to fade away.

Once the negative feelings washed off, I could smile a bit.

Choosing to drink was definitely the right call.

Sometimes my eyes would lose focus, but reading the chat was no issue.

Elderin was watching me as if she was curious about what I’d do.

Everyone thought I was deep in thought, but my mind was already made up.

I had to let it out.

If not now, when?

Even if I end up kicking the blanket on my bed tomorrow, I’ll enjoy this moment.

“Yeah, I’m Gawol. I came along because my sister said she’d put me on the stream. Hehe… Did I disappoint you? Am I not good enough?”

Ah, thank goodness.

It wasn’t as torturous as I thought.

I still stuttered, but I didn’t want to scratch my neck with my nails.

My mind didn’t sink too deep, either.

I felt a bit chill, but it was still bearable.

“I don’t want that… so please tell me I’m pretty quickly. I’m scared.”

“What do you think? I brought my little sister here with great difficulty, and she’s super pretty, right? I told you, it’s a loss if you don’t see her.”

“Sis, can you give me some water…?”

“Yeah, here.”

– Those eyes can’t possibly not be pretty, right?
– Why has she not streamed before with a face like that?
– N-no, she needs to take off the mask to see if she’s pretty.
– I’m a fan starting today!
– For real, haha, who gets to see a wizard like once in a lifetime?

I slipped a straw into my mask and took a sip of water.

My throat felt strangely dry.

Maybe it was because I was so tense.

Unlike in the games, it wasn’t excitement that filled me, but trembling.

I squeezed my fists tightly, took deep breaths, and sometimes, when someone in the chat said “pretty,”

“Ugh….”

I couldn’t help but smile a little.

Thank goodness I wore a mask.

I didn’t want anyone seeing me smiling so broadly.

It would make me look too easy.

I had been thinking about my death earlier.

If my heart raced too much, I’d look too silly.

「Imaemangryang donated 50,000 won」

「Gawol, you look really different from in the game」

What a familiar username.

I didn’t realize this person was Elderin’s fan.

Should I say it fits or doesn’t fit?

“In the game, I’m the strongest. But not here. If you call me a loser… I’ll come find you.”

– Loser
– Loser girl
– Super loser
– Outcast
– Mr. Loser, I like thighs

“Wait, stop the chat for a bit. I’ll write everything down.”

“Okay, here. I’m sorry everyone, but today, I’m going to do everything Gawol asks.”

“Hehe. If you’re coming to the New Continent, prepare yourselves.”

I copied the IDs in the chat and sent them to my personal messages.

Now I could find them later when I return home.

This is why internet IDs and game nicknames should be separated.

In the meantime, Elderin’s gaze slipped down a little.

Was something up? I realized I was fiddling with her skirt hem.

When did I start?

I quickly pulled my hand away in surprise, but it felt oddly empty afterwards.

My bizarre anxiety wouldn’t go away.

I needed to grab something.

I picked up the water bottle again and took a sip.

– So when are you taking off the mask?
– (Blocked message: Why are you causing chaos in the game?)
– Wow, that chin line!
– Please show your face!
– No face reveal, or chaos will ensue!

It seemed my chin might have been shown while I was putting the straw in my mask.

The chat started escalating madly in an instant.

I felt like I’d been electrocuted.

What I drank might not have been whiskey but a dangerous substance like a drug?

Some pleasure was flowing through my veins.

A warmth spread from my chest down to my back that was indescribably intense.

The air coming from the back of my throat felt heated, too.

My lower abdomen tingled, making my toes curl.

My hands felt so empty.

So, I grabbed Elderin’s skirt hem again.

Fiddling with something made me a bit more relaxed.

“Do you want to see me take off the mask? What to do…,”

I held the mask and wavered, as if I was going to lower it.

Lowering it just to the bridge of my nose— then back up.

Raising the bottom to show my chin line, then back to normal.

The way the chat buzzed with my every little gesture made me burst into laughter.

“Oh, haha! This is fun! Hehe… Do you want to see more? No, I don’t want to show you.”

– You didn’t show it, so chaos will happen!
– I think the fleeing ninja will defeat the legendary ninja!
– Menaldo vs. Hoshi!
– Show the back of your neck!
– Are there any scars?

“Oh, chaos is a no-no. This is my sister’s stream. Hehe. The back of the neck? Why do you want that? I have no scars. It’s clean.”

– I won’t believe until you show it!
– Is there a rank called ‘junwi’?
– Show, show, show, show, show, show, show!

“Ugh, I don’t think we can show something too provocative. The back of the neck might be safe? Sis, what do you think?”

“Wouldn’t it be too stimulating?”

“That’s what they say? Then I won’t show it. Hehe, I’m a good listener.”

I tightly wrapped the hem of the clothing I was wearing.

Already visible skin shouldn’t be visible anymore.

Of course, the chat was lit up, but it was enjoyable in its own way.

By the way, how many people are watching right now?

Oh wait… the number seems a bit strange.

I’ve rarely seen numbers like this while watching streams.

Official Pro League of Inbl, and stuff like popular game showcases.

No way these numbers could usually reach beyond the typical 20,000 viewers.

No, if it goes a bit higher, it might go above that.

“Uh, um…? A lot of people have come. Why is this happening? My sister is a big deal.”

“Right now, they’re not here for me, they’re here for you. Word must spread fast. I’ve never seen numbers like this either.”

“Eek? With this many, I don’t want to take off my mask…,”

No matter what, isn’t this too much?

It became tough to even check messages with my eyes now.

Only the rare flaming emojis stood out.

Donations seem to keep pouring in.

After one message gets by, I wouldn’t know what to respond to next.

“Sis, what do I do? I can’t see the earlier messages…”

“I’ll show you one by one.”

“Right… You asked to show the back of my neck. I’ll show just a little since I almost forgot.”

I pulled at the wrapped edges of my clothing slightly to open up.

I slipped my finger in toward my shoulder.

I pushed my white neck and collarbone up for the camera.

“Don’t spread this elsewhere… it’s embarrassing.”

– Last time she went so far as to show her panties, why is she embarrassed now?
– Let’s see the armpit too?
– Softy, squishy, smooth, squishy, squishy, squishy, smooth!

“W-why do you like the armpit so much? I really don’t get it. You all seem like perverts. Hehe… I don’t want to show my thighs.”

My legs were too hard to move.
I was slowly getting more drunk.

It was good having the alcohol’s support, but it seemed like I borrowed too much.

Did I mistakenly say something?
Many people were asking me to show my armpit.

I thought I wouldn’t say no, so I held my neck and opened my arms.

“Really, is this something you like? This is insane. You guys are seriously pretty weird. Then, do you like this as well?”

Revealing rarely shown skin between my armpits.

I cautiously placed my fingers in and lightly rubbed.

The soft flesh squished a bit before popping back.

Gently pressing with my finger while playing with it.

I opened the skin a little with my index finger and then pulled my hand back.

Seeing the explosion of chat made me feel loved.

This is risky.

I should be careful; my mind was swirling with desire, leaving me empty-headed.

“Can you wet it? No, I don’t want to. It’ll be a pain to wipe it again. I’ll do it next time.”

In between donations, there were talks about games.

What happened with the war? Are you sticking with Sulbbang?

Are you really not thinking about going pro?

Hehe, that one’s a no. I won’t answer.

That way, they’ll come back to see me again.

I still crave more love.

“Right, I had something to say. Should I take off the mask after I say this? Hehe…”

I still had a few weeks left.

In that time, I could handle the first Siege War.

After all, it could be Gawol’s last battle, so I wanted to make it glamorous.

“Is Kyocha watching? The Cross Gilma?”

Phew.

I paused to catch my breath.

“Please don’t mess with me. You with the baldness. You’re nothing but trash now. If you beg on your knees, I might let you lick my toes.”

Having said that, I took off the mask.

I was a bit scared, so I looked at my face on the screen.

Thankfully— I wore a cheerful and playful smile.

– It’s Gawol!
– You’re really Gawol!

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