[TS] Malicious Sniper

Since the fan meeting incident, curry had always been thinking about her and worrying over her.

During what could be described as a long or short time, curry struggled to reach a conclusion.

The things she had done to Nayun Queen came flooding back, stirring up hatred within her.

The countless comfort and encouragement she had received from the president made curry feel hesitant to cross the line between them.

And now, while she was in a crazy shock, curry stared blankly at the game result window, all while barcode was engaged in a virtual marriage with her.

As soon as the broadcast started, Nayun Queen targeted her like she was waiting for this moment.

Memories of when the flower shop owner had friended her in exchange for sponsorship came rushing back…

Realizing now how Nayun Queen had so expertly targeted her all along, curry tried to steady her trembling hands and deleted the online ID of ‘flower shop owner’ from her friend list.

‘…’

Her first encounter with her was not particularly special.

It was just a relationship between an unpopular unknown streamer and a fan supporting such a streamer.

Back in the day, the relationship between flower shop owner and curry was just that, with an unbreachable line between them.

However, the flower shop owner was always by curry‘s side.

On the day when a dear friend’s father had been in a car accident and she had gone to the funeral,

Despite the fact that any regular person would have taken a break from broadcasting on that day, curry had turned it on without fail.

Naturally, her condition was abysmally low, resulting in a broadcast that was worse than not broadcasting at all.

It was the first time she disappointed the viewers she had tirelessly worked hard to gather.

The only viewer who did not turn their back and offered warm comfort at that time was the flower shop owner.

Of course, Nayun Queen had targeted her then too.

Pitter patter—

Lost in her memories, curry snapped back to reality from the presence she felt nearby.

Slowly turning her head, she locked eyes with barcode, who was holding a bowl.

Nayun Queen, what on earth do you want from me?

President, what on earth do you want from me?

If you’re going to torment me, why not do it more mischievously? Then I could have hated you without a second thought.

If you’re going to take care of me, why not just do that? Then I’d gladly be able to like you.

Questions she couldn’t voice out loud.

curr looked at her with a complex gaze that held those questions, but all that returned was Nayun Queen’s smile filled with distorted joy.

*

I set the bowl down on the desk and dragged the empty chair from next to me to sit down, prepared for this situation.

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Ignoring the question in curry‘s eyes that seemed to say, ‘Why are you sitting?’, I nonchalantly brushed it off.

It wasn’t like I wanted to sit beside curry just to tease her while she suffered.

[You said you were in a virtual marriage… what’s with the ‘housekeeping’…]

[Is this really a virtual marriage?]

[What on earth have I been watching all this time?]

[Wow, seriously, my teeth are gonna rot!]

[Just barcode showing up increased the viewer count by 1.5 times!]

[I envy curry so much, is this inferiority complex?]

[Yes~ It’s indeed an inferiority complex~]

I had the duty as a ‘streamer’ filming virtual marriage content with curry to meet the viewers’ expectations.

I was just fulfilling that duty and could proudly claim that there were no personal desires mixed in.

Although even I thought that opinion lacked credibility.

As I checked on curry, her mental state seemed slightly cracked.

Last time she panicked, I could see the mask of the streamer shattering and her face contorting.

But curry was still holding her streamer mask up.

So that meant it was fine to torment her a bit more.

I leaned my upper body toward curry and opened my mouth.

“Can I watch you do some solo queue, curry?”

“As much as I’d like to kick you out, I’m scared of public opinion. Go ahead and watch or not, I don’t care.”

“Hmm… Since you’re talking informally to me, can I take that as a sign that we’re closer?”

“Please don’t attribute unnecessary meaning to things.”

Who would look at this situation and think they were in a virtual marriage?

No matter how one viewed it, it seemed like barcode was passionately pursuing the barricaded curry.

[Curry, is it finally falling from grace…?]

[I’m seriously getting super frustrated right now, lol]

[Just judging by the current scene, the credibility of ‘that’ rumor is quite high.]

[For real, lol.]

[Mom! I want to be curry when I grow up!]

[I wish a girl like barcode would obsess over me, too!

The audience, unaware of the detailed backstory, began to see curry as a deceiver.

Though it must have felt unfair for curry, it was of no concern to me.

Right now, all I was thinking about was, ‘How can I torment curry even more in this situation?’

As I continued to ponder about this internally, a massive sponsorship came through.

{ A Malicious Virtual Marriage Fan has sponsored 100,000 won. }

– Do you accept the mission, curry?

“Oh my goodness! Thank you so much, Malicious Virtual Marriage Fan, for the 100,000 won. Of course, I accept the mission! But that nickname’s a bit… well, yeah…”

The moment curry granted permission for the mission, a new mission was registered in the once empty mission window.

{ Have barcode feed curry an apple. }

Reward: 100,000 won

(Remaining time: 23 hours 59 minutes)

“Hmm…?”

“Ugh, I have a bad feeling about this…”

“Curry? I’m right here!”

“…Am I always going to be wrong? This is wonderful. Haha.”

[Seems like a virtual marriage content-only president.]

[A virtual marriage fan with suspiciously vast wealth;;;]

[That person is definitely a malicious one, lol.]*

[Who spends 100,000 won just to have someone feed them an apple?]

[I’m confident I can eat an apple well, too.]

Seeing the chatroom’s reactions, it seemed like the virtual marriage side had a well-known presence.

Sure, if someone could casually throw around 100,000 won for a simple feeding, they would inevitably become famous.

After the mission was successfully registered, I shifted my gaze back to curry.

Curry was seriously deliberating between her beliefs and survival in this harsh capitalist society.

It seemed she thought that the moment she allowed me, I would automatically feed her.

“Ugh… Ha… Well, fine. Since it’s virtual marriage… barcode, I’m fine with that mission…”

“I don’t want to do it.”

“What?”

“I said I don’t want to. That mission.”

I had originally planned this virtual marriage to torment curry at my own pace.

I didn’t want to see this amusing game being altered because of one sponsor.

I’m someone who saves the tastiest bits for last even during meals.

That person must be looking for a sprightly yet romantic atmosphere between curry and me, something that seems sweet enough to rot away my teeth just by looking at it.

However, given curry was taking my good intentions for granted and the situation was being forced by the sponsor, I felt no desire to comply.

Well, I could create such an atmosphere and situation right away, but…

I didn’t want to mar this moment, which would be cherished as a precious memory with someone else’s colors.

Yet, seeing curry‘s disappointed expression made my heart soften for some reason.

“Ah, I see. Well, if barcode doesn’t want to, then it can’t be helped.”

“If you let me have just one of my requests, I will feed you.”

“What request are you going to make… Ugh… barcode, what do you want?”

Scratching her head as if it was troublesome, curry asked me.

I pretended to think, resting my index finger under my chin while staring at the air.

Then, pretending I had thought of something good, I opened my mouth slowly.

“Barcode, just say, ‘Feed me.’ and I’ll feed you.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it strange? I’m older than curry, I’m 24 years old.”

“…”

Was my request too shocking?

After a while, curry couldn’t speak, her shaking eyes couldn’t take their gaze away from the mission window.

The thought crossed her mind that 100,000 won was dancing right in front of her and was within her reach.

Yet, there was a conflict between the thought of ‘Do I really have to do this?’ and her inner turmoil was clearly visible.

The look in curry‘s eyes, wandering like a lost child, always brought joy to me.

I could never understand why that gaze brought me such pleasure.

Fulfilling my desire for enjoyment, I maintained a facade of audacity.

“No, um, really. Do I have to? This is driving me insane…”

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I don’t mind.”

Leaving the choice to curry, I simply sat back and enjoyed the situation.

I thought that this should be enough to satisfy my sponsor too. Waiting for curry to finally speak up.

[Ah, lol, just with one word, 100,000 won rolls in.]

[It’s too much of a pride to keep as a man, curry!]

[Are you not gonna do it? Are you not gonna do it? Are you not gonna do it? Are you not gonna do it?]

[I would totally do it for 100,000 won!]

[One thing’s for sure, curry‘s an MSAD.]

[What’s MSAD, you nerd?]

[It’s a morasollada mujasikha! lol.]

As the deliberation extended, the audience’s frustration only heightened.

Of course, curry was aware of the situation, so she didn’t prolong her thoughts anymore.

With a resolute expression, seemingly having made a decision, curry spoke in a shaking voice.

“B, barcode unnie… please feed me… that… uh, no. Feed me…”

Having barely completed her request, she looked at me with eyes that seemed to ask if it was enough.

I gave her not a comforting smile, but a cold expression.

“You didn’t do it properly in the middle. Do it again.”

“…”

Feeling a sense of satisfaction seeing curry with a face that looked like she would cry,

Yet this thirst for emotion had yet to be quenched, and I really wanted to see curry‘s embarrassed side.

Since she hardly showed her embarrassment while broadcasting.

In a way, this was just consideration for the viewers.

Even I knew it was a ridiculous mismatch.

As curry let out a despairing sigh, she tightly closed her eyes and said.

“Barcode unnie, please feed me.”

“Hehe, good job.”

I moved my hand to pick up the apple with a fork.

I raised it and moved my hand toward curry‘s mouth.

She accepted the apple right before her eyes.

[LOOOOOOOOOOL!]

[LOOOOOOL!]

[Oh my god, this is so funny!]

[Clip this right away!]

[Exports of curry channel is happening here~]

[Who already posted this on mutube? lol.]

[Export complete.]

“Hey, f*ckers don’t you dare send this clip to other people! Don’t make it!”

Despite curry warning them not to send or create clips,

Clips capturing curry‘s lively dark history began to pop up in the chatroom in succession.

Watching that scene in a daze, curry finally moved her hand to press the mission completion button.

{ Mission Complete! }

– 100,000 won obtained!

{ A Malicious Virtual Marriage Fan has sponsored 100,000 won. }

– I’m fully satisfied. This is a separate bonus for barcode!

Having received a mission completion bonus and a sponsorship, curry bowed her head, having obtained 200,000 won in an instant.

Along with the sound of money pouring in, it felt as if her self-esteem shattered too, and curry couldn’t lift her head for a while.

“Curry, I’ll be leaving now. Best of luck with the remaining personal broadcast!”

Having thoroughly enjoyed myself, I left the room with a smile.

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