I Became a Malicious Streamer

Love is a blind emotion.

It becomes impossible to make rational judgments and manifests actions that cannot be understood with logic, leading to continuous discoveries about one’s own inner self that one was unaware of.

Therefore, love is beautiful and romantic.

Great love that transcends social status, heartbreaking love between enemy families, and a strong love that doesn’t break even when leaving to distant lands.

Having read countless romance fantasy novels, she encountered tragic and poignant love stories.

Ryuah yearned for stories that made her heart flutter and her face heat up just by looking at them.

But deep down, she had to admit to herself. Reality isn’t as sweet as a fairy tale.

“This is nonsense.”

Though her friends said her mind was filled with flowers, she had long been awake to reality.

Love in reality is not as romantic or fateful as in novels. Sometimes it’s predictable and boring, and negative emotions like anger and jealousy might arise.

After realizing this, Ryuah showed little interest in dating itself. For her, who had learned the difference between reality and ideals, love and romance were trite stories that had become uninteresting topics.

Instead, she couldn’t understand those who were absorbed in dating and desperately clinging to their partners.

What on earth is love that they go to such lengths? Is there a reason to cast aside oneself like that? Why? What is the reason?

For a brief moment, there might be excitement, but afterwards it’s a continuous loop of boredom. No twists, just the monotony of daily life.

At 20 years old, Ryuah established this value regarding love and relationships and maintained this stance ever since.

And now, at 25, Ryuah has become an utterly ordinary person who has fallen in love, a love that is anything but ordinary, requiring its own strategy to take shape.

“First step, successful…”

Step one: live together in the same space every day.

It’s to create familiarity. At the same time, it was to make Ji-eun feel empty without Ryuah and make her think she couldn’t be without Ryuah.

“This is a bit much…”

To be honest, it’s a living arrangement with a clear purpose. The guilty face of Ji-eun, who smiled brightly at the idea of living with a friend, flashed before her eyes.

Though she felt a slight reality check about so deliberately moving to establish a relationship, reflecting on those who endlessly attempt to date others made her realize she wasn’t that different either.

Isn’t a male peacock’s tail feather similar to a flashy foreign car for men?

To attract the female, it’s natural to show off one’s beauty and perform courting dances—a behavior all living creatures engage in.

Humans are no exception. By exercising, maintaining one’s appearance, and boosting their credentials, they appeal to attractive qualities to continue competing in the dating market.

“Yeah, this is normal… perfectly normal.”

Not to mention, Ji-eun is a stunning beauty that could make anyone turn to look back at her at least once as she walks by. Putting in this level of effort was only natural.

Moreover, Ryuah is a woman like Ji-eun. With the drawback of being the same gender, she would need to put in twice the effort as anyone else.

This time, being the same gender actually worked in her favor. If Ryuah were a man, this living arrangement would have been merely a dream.

“I’ll use everything I can.”

First, let’s start by closing the distance. By sharing living space, they would get to know sides of each other they didn’t know, gradually fostering interest…

Currently, the goal is a relationship that is more than friends but less than lovers. They could say they’ve taken a step forward in their relationship.

Ryuah firmly resolved this as she slightly opened Ji-eun’s door. Cautiously, so as not to disturb the broadcast.

In her hand was a plate with a cut apple. A strategic move to boost favorability by providing her friend with snacks like a mom would do.

However, contrary to her original plan, Ryuah was unable to hand the apple to Ji-eun.

Ryuah noticed Mollru’s roughened breaths. Mollru could not resist Ryuah’s approaching hand.

“What is this madness…?”

“Are you sick or something?”

Ryuah asked teasingly. Mollru’s appearance was clearly abnormal. Disheveled clothes, beads of sweat on her neck, and shaken pupils.

With a smile that seemed to say she knew what was going on, Ryuah continued.

“I’ll help you…”

Ryuah’s hand reached for Mollru’s garment. Weak, Mollru couldn’t resist and simply…

“Hieek…”

Ryuah unintentionally inhaled sharply. Instantly, Ji-eun, who had been focusing on the screen, jerked around in surprise.

“Uh… when did you come in…?”

“W-what are you watching…?”

It was an adult video. Not just any adult video, but one featuring Ryuah and Ji-eun.

“No, it’s not what you think.”

Ji-eun waved her hands in denial, but behind her, something quickly rose on the monitor.

It’s the chat room. They were live broadcasting.

Ryuah roughly grasped the situation. What Ji-eun was reading was probably a fanfiction written by viewers linking Ryuah and Ji-eun together.

Ryuah also knew of its existence, having heard about it like an urban legend. But she never expected to experience it indirectly like this.

She didn’t understand how Ji-eun ended up seeing that on the broadcast. But that wasn’t what mattered.

“Let’s talk later… for now, finish the broadcast.”

“Wait—.”

With a bewildered expression, she left without even handing over the apple she had prepared. Without hearing Ji-eun’s explanation.

Ji-eun must have been quite embarrassed, too. She couldn’t have imagined Ryuah would walk in at that moment.

The embarrassment was mutual for Ryuah, but a subtle smile lingered on her face.

“More than friends, less than lovers.”

It seemed the goal wasn’t so far after all.

“I wish there were two suns.”

“Huh?”

“What are you talking about now?”

“Mollru, the one and only sun of Switch…”

“The weather would get nice and sunny(SunSun) then.”

“Khaaaaa!”

“I’ve heard that enough to get used to it now ㅇㅇ…”

“It’s fun as you listen to it.”

They exchanged banter while doing the broadcast.

Turning the stream on tends to attract donations at least once a day.

[MollruXRyuah donated 5000 won!]

Ryuah slowly approached the sulking Mollru. As she gently patted the back of her head, Mollru could only blush and feel flustered. Ryuah smirked mischievously…

“Oh my, doing that again.”

“Oh…”

“Mollru, welcome!”

“What did she smirk about? What happened next?”

“This person has been consistent for days.”

“Is Ryuah the dominant one and Mollru the submissive one?”

“Where do they publish this?”

“And it just cuts off here.”

The fanfictions that linked Ryuah and me started rolling in after it was revealed that I was living together with Ryuah.

The day Ryuah’s voice flowed into my broadcast mic was the day the streaming almost didn’t happen.

I already knew that various writings linking me with various female broadcasters were scattered everywhere in the shadows.

But to think they would take action as soon as they sensed something was going on between Ryuah and me…

“We’re just living together as friends, okay? We’re not that kind of relationship, but you all keep bringing it up. You’re making it more uncomfortable for us.”

I clarified, but it seemed to have little effect.

“When we get old, we’ll go to a retirement home together, and take each other to hospitals when sick.”

“The main host is weak, so they probably need a caregiver.”

“Sickly lesbo beautiful girl ㅗㅜㅑ.”

“Did you get consent from Ryuah?”

“She’s already stuck in Mollru’s pheromones…”

“Don’t cross the line; you’re being rude to Ryuah.”

I was in the middle of punishing some viewers when a secret post that only the highest ranking admin in the cafe could see appeared.

The highest rank admin of the cafe is the one who founded it—me.

Sometimes these secret posts would be fan letters confessing sweet feelings or direct criticisms directed at me, but they often contained helpful feedback too.

I could have checked it after the broadcast was over, but curiosity got the better of me, so I asked the viewers for a moment of patience and checked the secret post.

Ryuah noticed Mollru’s roughened breaths…

“E…?”

I couldn’t hide my shock. This was clearly connected to the explicit content that came with the donations earlier.

The writer kindly detailed the aftermath in a lengthy message just for me to read.

In fact, I could have banned the writer and continued the stream after that.

“Hmm…”

For some reason, I slowly scrolled down, reading each line with care.

It could be rationalized as a spirit of exploration for the unknown… and in truth, it felt somewhat close to that. It was my first time reading something so focused on me.

But perhaps because I was too immersed, I completely failed to notice the shadow lurking behind me.

“Hieek…”

Turning around, I found Ryuah staring at me wide-eyed, quickly scanning the screen as if inspecting the content.

What Ryuah must have thought of me was obvious. A crazed psycho lesbian reading an explicit story centered around herself…

“What if she kicks me out of the room…?”

I stumbled over my words while ushering Ryuah out, my mind going completely blank, incapable of any further thoughts.

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