Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber

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The biggest celebration in South Korea, Chuseok, has arrived.

The origins of Chuseok seem to be about the importance of farming and harvesting before the fall harvest… Anyway, after holding a ritual to honor our ancestors, the farming is done, the weather is nice, and we enjoy the holiday by playing around a bit.

As everyone in the family gathers, people have been coming into the house non-stop since the first day of the holiday.

“What did you bring so much of?”

“Sister, I just brought some side dishes. Oh? Is that Soo-hyun? You’ve gotten prettier since I last saw you!”

“Haha, thank you.”

“What? Is that you, Soo-hyun? Wow – now that you’re an adult, your looks really shine!”

“Thank you.”

With all the adults pouring in, it was becoming a bit chaotic.

Moreover, each time someone came in, they left a compliment directed at me, so I had to bow my head in gratitude to the point where my neck was getting sore.

Then, they generously handed out pocket money, and while receiving it, I bowed my head again, leading to a cycle of torturous moments until the living room was packed with adults.

Naturally, us kids gathered in my room where I had carelessly stashed my merchandise.

“Hmm…”

First up are the teenage cousins from Mr. Kim’s family.

Kim Nam-seok (17) and Kim Yuna (15).

Plus, we’ve got the younger sisters from Mrs. Jang’s side.

Jang Yul (3) and Jang Woo-ri (8).

We’ve got everyone from preschoolers to high schoolers here.

And then there’s me, the adult, which gives it a bit of a mixed bag vibe.

“Alright, kids, since the adults have some conversation in the living room, we should play among ourselves.”

Well, there are little kids around, so I didn’t want to go too deep into illegal gambling or whatever. But first, how should I deal with these kids?

“Wow, is the big sister a princess?”

“Yeah, yeah! The big sister is a princess!”

But honestly, I didn’t think it looked that tiring.

After all, Jang Yul (3) and Jang Woo-ri (8) are at a perfect age for loving pretty things, right?

They were already dazed, staring at me blankly.

On the other hand, our teenage siblings were awkwardly preoccupied with their phones.

Wait, doesn’t this mean I might not have much to do?

But the appearance of these teenage siblings seems off.

Are they delinquents? Both definitely inherit good looks from Mr. Kim’s side, but Nam-seok (17) has dyed brown hair, and Yuna (15) has yellow hair.

Moreover, Nam-seok (17) has even gotten piercings in his ears.

Hmm…

This isn’t my place to meddle in.

Besides, aren’t today’s middle and high school kids pretty intimidating?

I could’ve sworn I looked a bit ordinary when I was a guy, but is this the butterfly effect?

Did they change so much just because there weren’t any older cousins to play with during the holidays?

Or maybe it’s just my prejudice.

After all, they could just be kids who like to dress up.

Look at Loa; she looks rough around the edges but is super innocent when she’s on a broadcast.

As I quietly observed, Yuna (15) suddenly made eye contact with me and gasped in surprise.

“Why, why?”

“Which school did you say you went to?”

What’s this? Why is she so flustered?

Female Kim Soo-hyun doesn’t remember much about her younger cousins.

I was stuck in my room during the festivities.

So, I’m relying on memories from my male past, but everything is different in a way that’s too stark.

“I go to Dajang Middle School…”

Dajang? Then it’s not that different from when I was a guy.

The Kim siblings are relatives, and since they live close, I think they probably attended the same middle school as I did.

Then what high school did Nam-seok (17) go to?

“Nam-seok, what about you?”

As I asked, Nam-seok (17) only just took his eyes off his phone to look at me.

Of course, he can’t make eye contact.

Right, I’m still a bit much for a lowly first-year high school student to handle.

“I go to Dajang High…”

“Hmm, a junior.”

So, he’s enrolled at the same place I graduated from.

It’s been two years since I graduated; has anything changed since then?

“Which teachers are still there?”

Let’s try to break the ice a bit.

Talking about teachers should be fine when chatting with a junior in high school.

“But, do you know me?”

“Huh?”

“Are you famous or something?”

“Me? Why would I be?”

“From middle school onward.”

Me? Famous? Well, considering how small this town is, it’s possible.

Kim Soo-hyun, who even had a spotlight shining on him, must’ve gained some fame even back then.

“Really? Does every teacher know?”

“Yeah, and the seniors know too.”

“Seniors? Who?”

“The seniors in the third year.”

Third year? So, those kids were in the first year when I was in my third year?

“Why do they know?”

“Just, they seem to know.”

“Really??”

Did the third-year students from when I was in the same grade tell them?

But honestly, I can’t remember anything significant from my time as Female Kim Soo-hyun.

If I was tired, I’d sleep; I’d listen to classes; I’d cram before exams.

I didn’t even have a typical crush; I just hung around with friends.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Really?”

“Then, did I do something more than just hang out?”

“No, they just treat me really well.”

“To you?”

“They’ve always treated me well ever since middle school.”

Uh… is that a good thing?

No, hold up.

Why have they changed so much since I was a guy?

There’s nothing different about me that could’ve made an impact.

“Hmm, why’d you dye your hair and get those piercings?”

I asked, just in case. Was it really because of me?

“Huh? They suggested it, and I got it.”

Hmm…

“Then Yuna, what about you?”

“Me? The same, because my older sisters…”

This little brat.

Is it really my influence?

“Alright.”

This calls for my intervention.

I’m glad I withdrew some cash.

I took out a thick wallet that I had stashed in my pocket and pulled out ten 50,000 won bills to hand them out equally.

“What’s this?”

“Is this money?”

Sure, it’s not something that can be settled right away, but for now, it should be enough.

After all, they seem nice.

“Alright, after Chuseok, you change your hair back to black and take out the piercings.”

Fortunately, Yuna (15) hasn’t gotten piercings yet, probably because she’s still young.

As for Nam-seok (17), well… it looks decent on him, so he can take them out from now on.

“Why?”

“Don’t you lack money?”

“Oh, no.”

I probably shocked them when I suddenly threw money at them.

Honestly, I’m more shocked than they are.

Back when I was a guy, they were good kids, and suddenly, they’ve all turned into delinquents…

“Alright, if I relax it, you should too.”

Just because their older siblings aren’t bad doesn’t mean they should all go downhill.

Even if they had their intentions behind it, they showed kindness, and now their younger siblings are following lead.

But this isn’t right.

They shouldn’t go astray.

“This older sister really can’t let her halo shine without doing anything.”

Besides, I have zero intention of being nice to them.

Why should I do anything for them? I didn’t even bother answering calls from classmates, and these kids are two years younger than me.

Taking out my wallet again, I pulled out two more 50,000 won bills and handed them to Nam-seok (17).

“Wait? You’re giving me more?”

“Here, if I happen to go out later, you have to take care of these kids.”

At 17, he’s in the perfect age range to take charge.

Even now, the youngest sisters, Jang Yul (3) and Jang Woo-ri (8), are starting to get tired of just observing.

If I can’t hold on, Nam-seok (17) will have to pay up.

“Uh… okay…”

“Yeah, now this older sister will play with the little ones, while you both can just go back to your phones like before.”

Though I said it with a smile to mean to relax, both Nam-seok (17) and Yuna (15) jumped in surprise, quickly stuffing their phones away and approaching me.

“Oh, no. We’ll play with them. We did that last Chuseok too.”

“Wow, I’d be really grateful if you do!”

“No worries! You just take a rest, big sister.”

Even though I didn’t really put on pressure, they offered to play with their younger siblings on their own.

Was I mistaken to think of them as delinquents? They’re actually nice kids.

But what will I do if these high school siblings are taking care of the younger sisters?

What am I supposed to do? Guess I’ll have to lay down comfortably on the bed since I’ve got nothing to do.

I’m not shirking my responsibility to Mrs. Jang.

I’m just delegating appropriately.

Besides, they volunteered to do it themselves.

Right, this is the ideal circulation.

Now I understand why big corporations delegate tasks.

The big corporations benefit without exerting effort, while the subcontractors earn money.

Sometimes, when Jang Yul (3) can’t control himself, he comes dashing toward me on the bed, but I can handle that gently.

Plus, isn’t he adorable?

His cheeks are so chubby; they’re just asking to be pinched.

“Hey, which country’s princess are you, big sister?”

What a clever child; he speaks well.

Isn’t three years old when they usually just talk to their parents?

“I’m a princess from up in the sky.”

“From the sky?”

“Yeah, over there, I have subjects numbering over ten thousand.”

“Wow…”

Just a casual comment, but his eyes widened brightly as if he was waiting for more.

Well, it’s not a lie.

In fact, I might have downplayed it.

How many subscribers do I have on YouTube?

“I want to be a princess like you!”

“Hmm, but Yul, you’re still too young.”

“Can’t I?”

When I say no, he starts to get teary-eyed, and it’s just too adorable.

After dealing with the troublesome Mirodangs, seeing the innocence of a child warms my heart.

“It’s not that you can’t, you just need to wait a bit.”

“How long?”

“Hmm… from now, if you sleep for a hundred nights?”

I guess a hundred nights would be about right? I thought I heard they don’t know numbers well beyond that.

“Is that a lot?”

“But after that, you’ll be a princess!”

“Really?”

“Yeah~ really.”

Well, even if you don’t become a princess, I won’t be around by then anyway.

Sorry, uncle and auntie. If suddenly your child cries wanting to be a princess, please comfort her well.

“Alright, shall we go back to playing with oppa? He’s a knight~”

“Yeah!”

After preserving the pure innocence of the little one with a harmless fib, I handed Jang Yul (3) back to his designated caregiver, Kim Nam-seok (17).

Playing with the kids is a piece of cake!

After this, Mom Jang should definitely reconsider how she thinks of me.

As I skillfully kept the kids entertained, I felt like it was almost dinner time, so I headed to the living room.

By now, the table setting was looking quite full.

“Is my daughter back? Are the kids playing well?”

“Playing with them is a cinch! But wow, have you already set the table for dinner? You didn’t call me?”

“It’s fine. The adults had things to discuss, and it looked like you were taking good care of them, so there was no need to call.”

Well, that’s true. I was keeping a close eye on the kids.

“Then can we eat now?”

“Yeah, tell the kids to come out too.”

Finally, today’s task is wrapping up.

There might be things to deal with tomorrow, but they don’t seem that hard.

Maybe I’ll give Kim Nam-seok (17) some money and send him to an internet café or play area?

Turning out to be best to send the kids to the playground.

With that, I returned to my room.

“Kids, time for dinner… huh?”

But then.

“Wow! This is so cozy!”

Why is that open?

What greets me is the soundproof booth wide open.

And there’s Jang Woo-ri (8) sitting innocently in a chair inside.

I just stepped out for barely a minute, and in that time, how does Jang Woo-ri (8) manage to sneak in there?

“Woah… this graphics card is insane.”

In the meanwhile, Nam-seok (17) was in awe as he looked at my computer.

Yeah, I suppose this is the age where he’s interested in those things.

The computer is fine, but…

“There are two monitors… and is this a camera? A microphone too.”

This kid knows way too much. Please, let’s just keep it at that level.

Don’t investigate further… Even if we’re cousins, there’s a line…

“Are you streaming, noona?”

Oh crap.