Chapter 15: The Dancing Saintess Becomes an Embarrassed Saintess

The “Saintess” spun gracefully in place, lightly brushing her fingertips along her collarbone.

As the open sides of her nun’s habit fluttered in the breeze and with her movement, her skin—clad in white stockings and garters—was briefly exposed before modestly retreating behind her clothes.

Her delicate ankles led to white patent-leather shoes that tapped gently on the ground as she flitted around like a rabbit.

Since the concept of private property came into existence, it became inevitable that the world would revolve around capitalism.

The ignorant, who barely recognized even a single character, had spoken grandly using every impressive word they knew, but to put it simply: the world moves on money.

Money has value that can be exchanged for all other things.

The saintess’s gestures became increasingly provocative.

She clasped her hands behind her back and approached the screen, intentionally exerting force with each step as if she were climbing stairs, causing her full, voluptuous chest to sway and bounce.

It may be that the oppressed state of those without money, and the privilege of those with it, is a kind of natural order.

Being poor, in and of itself, is a grievous sin, and punishing the sinner is a rule passed down since the story of the fools who defied their father to devour the forbidden fruit.

The harsh life of poverty is indeed pitiful.

I don’t have to look far to find an example; I’ve scavenged through the discarded food deliveries left by my neighbors or rummaged through trash bins myself.

I laughed bitterly.

In contrast, the saintess smiled as radiantly as an angel.

Her clerical attire, meant to be pure, succumbed to the curves of her body, taking on a lascivious shape.

Her innocent face only highlighted the contrast to her sensual form, and that provocative imbalance stirred a man’s desires.

Money.

I love money.

Isn’t it another word for the power that allows you to live under a warm roof, eat good food, and be with loved ones?

But I couldn’t earn any.

After all, I’m disabled.

Who would hire a person who can’t use their hands when there are perfectly able-bodied people available?

There are some, surely, somewhere in this vast world, but none that came my way.

I know.

I’m aware of it.

I know that there are people worse off than I am who still shine, carrying on bravely despite their hardships, fulfilling their duties without complaint, and earning an honest wage to sustain their lives—some with more severe disabilities than my impaired fingers.

There are those with missing arms, legs, voices, or sight who nonetheless honorably perform their work.

I understand that.

The saintess continued to dance, then suddenly stuck out her long tongue, licking her lips.

Her thin, red lips, glossy with saliva, gleamed in the sunlight.

As if noticing the gazes flooding in from beyond the screen, she folded her dazzling eyes and smiled sweetly.

But I couldn’t do the same.

My very nature was rotten to the core, making it impossible to put in any effort to nurture a new start.

What was left was only a heart torn and blackened with resentment toward the world.

Unable to keep up with average people despite my blood-sweating efforts, I’d ended up living under a simultaneous burden of pity and contempt.

Maybe it was just easier and more satisfying to curse the unfairness of the world and hide away in a corner playing games.

And so, that’s exactly what I did.

Ten years passed, and I’m still here, alive and well.

The dance ended.

“Hah… Haah…”

She was catching her breath, exhausted from drained stamina.

The saintess’s heavy breathing echoed through the speakers, her sweat dripping from her chin, caught by her chest before soaking into her clothes.

[ᅩᅮᅣ]

[HNI]

[ᅩᅮᅣ]

[Is this what they call “cringe?”]

[Move aside, I want to try something.]

[I thought the customization was insane, but now…]

[The emote play is insane.]

[Just call it emotional expression, you weeb.]

[How is dancing an emotional expression? Jeez.]

[Did they really capture every single motion? How much grinding did they put in for this???]

[Please share the source code, sir.]

[Would throw up if a muscular male character did this dance.]

[lmao lmao lmao lmao lmao lmao]

[No wonder she’s called a prostitute.]

[Whoa, watch your words.]

[Still… it does feel like that…]

[Shouldn’t they slap an 18+ rating on this?]

[Overkill.]

[You’re the admin, but what are you making female characters do???]

[Not the subway, man.]

[If it’s during your commute, just close it already lolol]

[Disgusting weebs, do you really enjoy this stuff?]

[Oh yeah, totally love it.]

[Hello, police? There’s a tissue thief in the house.]

[There we go, baby.]

[Boobs bouncing, boobs bouncing, boobs bouncing, boobs bouncing…]

[People out there going to work while basement dwellers watch this—couldn’t be me lolol]

[You’re gay.]

[Guys, thank the chairman. Thank him, guys. Thank him.]

[Thank you, Chairman.]

[Thank you… Overwhelming gratitude…!]

[“If I succeed, can I make the saintess do something like this too?”]

[“First, go succeed.”]

[“It’s impressive that your motivation for success is to make a 2D character perform a suggestive dance, sir.”]

[“Stop… stop using facts…”]

[“I’ll make a two-line poem with the word ‘saintess.’”]

[“00”]

[“Damn, watching that nun move her hips, I’m about to lose it.”]

[“That’s not a ‘saintess’ two-line poem, lolol.”]

[“Oh man… it’s wild…”]

[“You’ll get kicked out if you keep going, lololol.”]

[“Why is the atmosphere in this female streamer’s chat like this???”]

[“The admin doesn’t intervene, lolol. Might even be enjoying it.”]

[“Is this a gathering of degenerates or what, lololol?”]

[“This is what a real stream is like.”]

[“Even if they’re like this now, the moment the admin says something, they’ll be all like ‘heuuunng, noona,’ acting pathetic, lolol.”]

[“Hearing noona’s voice cleanses my filthy heart…”]

[“Noona, turn on the mic! Noona, turn on the mic! Noona, turn on the mic! Noona, turn on the mic! Noona, turn on the mic! Noona, turn on the mic!”]

[“If she doesn’t speak up, the harassment continues.”]

[“These guys are so bold, lolol.”]

[“How much has the chairman donated in total?”]

[“Elementary math, lolol.”]

[“So, how much is it?”]

[“Fifty thousand five hundred won, idiot, can’t do simple addition?”]

[“Teacher, it’s fifty thousand five hundred won.”]

[“Sorry, sorry.”]

[“It’s not a major; it’s elementary education, lololol.”]

It all began with someone’s donation.

『You received a 100-won donation!』

The minimum threshold for text-to-speech donation messages on my stream was set to one thousand won by default.

So, at first, I didn’t realize.

『You received a 200-won donation!』

『You received a 300-won donation!』

I thought it was just another crazy person pulling a prank.

But then the amounts started growing.

The hundred-won increments passed in a flash, and the notifications kept coming.

『You received a 2,000-won donation!』

『You received a 2,100-won donation!』

『You received a 2,200-won donation!』

『You received a 2,300-won donation!』

Up to that point, I ignored it.

Breaking my teammates’ heads was more entertaining.

『You received a 4,700-won donation!』

『You received a 4,800-won donation!』

『You received a 4,900-won donation!』

But when the amount reached that level, even I, who was eagerly smashing my teammates, couldn’t ignore it any longer.

How much had this person donated? Before I could even calculate, the donations kept coming, increasing by a hundred won each time.

『You received a 5,600-won donation!』

『You received a 5,700-won donation!』

『You received a 5,800-won donation!』

What the heck, this is scary.

They must want something, right?

I stopped what I was doing and apologized to my teammates.

“We’ve done quite a lot of training today… shall we end here?”

“Just a moment, please.”

“Um, excuse me, hold on…”

“Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

[“…You look really happy.”]

Anyway, I muted the voice chat on Discord for a moment and spoke to the donor, who was spamming mysterious amounts.

“Uh, it’s kind of hard to handle getting so much from you…”

『You received a 6,500-won donation!』

『You received a 6,600-won donation!』

The only response was the next donation message, raised by a hundred won again.

I was flustered and stammered, but the donor didn’t seem willing to stop, continuing without mercy.

『You received a 9,800-won donation!』

『You received a 9,900-won donation!』

『You received a 10,000-won donation!』

In the end, they completed the sequence from a hundred won to ten thousand won.

And then it stopped.

The chat in the streaming room became noisy, but for me, the sudden break in the flow of donations felt like everything had fallen silent.

A sense of pressure washed over me, making me feel like I had to do something.

But what should I do?

The donor said nothing.

This seemed like free money handed over without conditions, but it was too much to simply ignore.

I’d seen similar behaviors from donors to the orphanage.

At first, they’d smile kindly, saying they were only donating because they felt sorry for the starving children, but during their next visit, they’d make the children cling to them, carve their names on a big plaque, or make a big show of their arrival, demanding some kind of acknowledgment.

If that acknowledgment wasn’t given, they would never return.

Of course, maybe this donor was simply very wealthy, throwing money at me like they would at a random beggar.

It’s possible they weren’t expecting anything in return.

If so, I could just take it without any further reaction.

However, how this would be perceived by the other viewers was another matter.

I didn’t start streaming for money, but I’d long since realized that streams could bring in money.

This was a form of labor, exchanging my time for money, though the correlation between time and income wasn’t fixed.

Depending on my efforts, I could make nothing or make over a million won.

So, I needed to do something.

I needed to spark the spending urge of the next potential donor.

And what caught my eye was the emote play, something I’d created as a bit of fun whenever I had the time.

Almost as if possessed, I clicked on the button labeled “Sexy Dance 3.”

This was the result.

[“Hey, gather some money!”]

[“How much did they say?”]

[“Seems like a 500,000-won reaction.”]

[“Making money sure is easy.”]

[“20”]

[“Some people work all day and can’t even make 100,000 won.”]

[“Idiots.”]

[“If you’re that jealous, why don’t you be the saintess?” lolol]

[“For 500,000 won, you could go to a host bar multiple times. You guys, are you seriously this invested in a 2D character?”]

[“I don’t even know what a host bar is, never been.”]

[“But it’s called Sexy Dance 3.”]

[“So, that means there’s a 1 and 2, right? Aren’t you curious?” lolol]

[“No, I’m not curious.”]

[“Well, I’m super curious, so whatever.”]

[“Don’t you feel like you’re wasting money?” lolol]

[“I’d lose it all in crypto anyway, so might as well give it to noona.”]

[“Give it (a reaction is required).”]

[lololololol]

[“Why isn’t the streamer saying anything?”]

[“Respond, streamer.”]

[“Open your mouth, donations are incoming.”]

[“The rumors about the ‘Dark Streamer’ aren’t lies?? Seems real if she’s making her character do those kinds of dances.”]

[“How is that a rumor, lolololol.”]

[“It’s literally the first result in a search, gg.”]

[“Wouldn’t recommend watching.”]

[“Noona, I like you more because you’re sexy.”]

[“Crazy bastard, lololol.”]

[“I can just imagine him spouting nonsense to a real girl and ending up in the police station.”]

[“Shouldn’t we first ask if he could even meet a real woman?”]

[“Ah…”]

[“Show us something else, quick!”]

[“Streamer!!!!!!!!!”]

But… this was something I created, something I was proud of.

Yet, somehow… it’s more embarrassing than I imagined.

Now that I have the same body as the saintess on screen, spreading my legs, swaying my hips, and sticking out my tongue feels like it’s actually me doing it.

“No, I can’t. No more of this. No matter how much you give, I’m not doing this again.”

[“?????”]

[“???”]

[“?”]

[“??????”]

[“The hook collector has arrived.”]

[“Captain Hook has landed.”]

[“Noona, why are you doing this to us? Noona, why are you doing this to us? Noona, why are you doing this to us? Noona, why are you doing this to us?”]

[“Damn tease.”]

[“Watch your language!”]

[“Shut up, I’m pissed.”]

[“‘Not doing it’ (Translation: insufficient funds).”]

[“How much? A hundred thousand won? Would you be satisfied if I gave you my entire month’s part-time salary?”]

[“Guys, please calm down, lololol.”]

[“Oh, do you think we can calm down now? Lololol.”]

[“Look at these degenerate nerds, getting excited over a 2D character.”]

[“I love embarrassed noona. I’m going to save this and listen to it every day.”]

[“Ahh…”]

[“The streamer seems to have a talent for making these motions. It’d be a waste to let it go unused. Not that I want to see it again or anything, ahem.”]

[“What are you waiting for, idiots? Clip it!”]

[“Already clipping, lololol.”]

[“Don’t go exporting this somewhere, it’s embarrassing.”]

[“Are we embarrassed? Are we embarrassed? Are we embarrassed? Are we embarrassed? Are we embarrassed?”]

[“Yeah, a little.”]

[“This is for personal collection, who’d export something like this, lolol.”]

[“Don’t you guys feel embarrassed, gathered here first thing in the morning, going crazy over a dancing character?”]

[“I’m a woman, though.”]

[“Ahem (flaps around).”]

[“Oh really, you degenerates.”]

[“2D, whatever, I just want to grab those big… uh, yeah, those… just…!”]

[“Hey, Kim, stop fantasizing and come haul some cement!”]

[“So, streamer, how much for Sexy Dance 1 and 2?”]

[“It’s about time the streamer set her reactions, too.”]

[“Why do you get to decide that, lolol?”]

“Hey, no… nothing sexy…”

My face was burning so much I thought it might burst.