Chapter 6: Side story NemoMi (Bonus chapter)

I was hosting a pretty successful stream. Wasn’t 110,000 subscribers in just four months incredible?

At first glance, the number 100,000 might seem small, but the peak of 100,000 was higher than expected.

How many of those who start broadcasting, with the perception that it looks fun and easy, can actually reach the peak of 100,000?

In that sense, I definitely succeeded.

Of course, my tower was made up of perverts who came to gawk at my lower-body cam.

I, NemoMi, was a successful streamer.

“Hmm…”

Roll.

I rolled around in bed.

The soft touch of the blanket held my ankles.

Telling me not to leave.

“Ugh…”

Eventually, unable to resist the temptation, I tossed and turned while pulling the covers back over myself.

Bored.

Every time I ended a successful stream, fighting off countless sexual harassment and pranks, everything became tedious and boring.

Since when did everything in daily life become so dull because I always pursued stimulating things?

It might seem absurd that I felt this way when money was piling up in my bank account and the number of subscribers kept increasing, but I couldn’t help but feel bored.

Broadcast…

“Yeah, let’s watch a broadcast…”

Rustle. Rustle.

I threw off the covers, grabbed a 1.5L cola, a cup, and two bags of chips from the refrigerator in the living room, and returned to my room.

I wasn’t the type to gain weight easily, so this much should be fine.

I knew my popularity stemmed from my body, so I had quit snacks.

Shrugging, I crawled back into bed, hugging the snacks.

Surely, crumbs would fall, but that was a problem for my future self, not my present self.

With only my head peeking out from under the covers, I tore open the bag and ate a potato chip that popped out, crunch.

Salty.

“By the way, Dragon oppa was making a fuss about me not showing up, but even so, isn’t the dog role a bit much?”

Crunch again.

The potato chip crumbled.

Still, someone filled in for me and the collaboration ended well.

I was grateful.

I wondered if there was anything I could do for them, and one thought came to mind.

Even though I mainly relied on my lower-body cam, one collaboration could boost the recognition of a small-time streamer.

So I reached out, but there was no news for two days.

“Was it too sudden?”

Even I would have been suspicious.

I licked the chip crumbs off my fingers and poured cola into the cup.

Bubbles rose and overflowed, so I quickly brought the cup to my lips and drank.

“Gulp… That was close…”

My future self should thank me.

I prevented the bed from getting sticky!

Ahem!

My throat burned since I hadn’t had any in a while.

But isn’t that the charm of cola?

“Who’s streaming today…?”

While scrolling through the list of followed streamers, I searched for Liera, the person who replaced me in the collaboration, just in case. I saw they were live.

21 viewers?

That’s pretty good for a small streamer!

As long as there were viewers, there was a possibility for growth.

“Come to think of it…”

Liera’s nickname had been mentioned non-stop in the streamer group chat for two days.

Apparently, the collaboration had twice the usual views.

Maybe they’re just naturally entertaining.

Otherwise, those picky people wouldn’t be praising them.

“Alright, this is the one for today!”

I clicked on Liera’s stream, and as soon as I entered, I heard a flustered voice.

It sounded teary and indignant.

I’m not sure if this is the right expression, but it was a voice that seemed fun to tease.

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I wanted to tease them, so I sent a donation.

And a moment later, I heard, “Should I refund you?”

I spat out my cola.

Oh no…

My bed was dirty.

Tonight’s sleep would definitely be sticky.

Wait, more importantly, they’re worried about my money? Not just any other streamer, but me?

It seemed I wasn’t the only one who found it absurd.

The chat exploded.

I was unfamiliar with being cared for, but it wasn’t a bad feeling, so I grinned and sent another donation.

100,000 won.

It was a small amount before, but with an extra zero, it wasn’t small anymore.

I sent Liera a playful message, and a cute reaction came back.

Would a country dog that only ate dog food react like that if you gave it a treat?

The reaction was so cute, it was addicting.

My heart raced as I opened the donation window, writing and deleting messages repeatedly, wondering what to send next.

Ding!

A cute sound rang out.

What was that?

Was that a cough?

I couldn’t stop my hand from typing in the chat.

No, I didn’t want to stop it.

Because it was 100% sincere.

“You’re really cute…”

The way they insisted they weren’t cute was also cute.

Oh, what should I do…?

My hand hovered over the subscribe button.

I hadn’t even subscribed to Dragon oppa…

Groaning, I stopped my mouse-wielding hand with my left hand.

Right, not yet.

Not yet!

“But aren’t you going to play the game?”

Chatting was cute, but the stream title was “Isaac Clear,” wasn’t it?

I naturally petted the cat that approached me.

The purring sound was cute.

I wondered if Liera would purr if I petted them.

No, since they’re more like a dog, they might wag their tail instead of purring.

“Sigh…”

They seemed a little air-headed, but that was also charming.

Why hadn’t someone like this become popular yet?

They were this entertaining just by chatting, so what would they be like during gameplay?

I sent a 300,000 won mission for clearing the game, and Liera’s panicked refusal made me feel defiant. After checking my bank account, I yelled,

“Argh…! 500,000 won if you clear it…!”

“What’s she doing now…?”

NemoMi’s mother, who had been searching for the missing snacks, opened her daughter’s door, sighed deeply, and sat down on the living room sofa, putting on her earphones.

Dragon had started his stream.