I Became a Malicious Streamer

The after-party ended without a hitch.

The atmosphere was cheerful, and everyone who hadn’t met in a while had bright faces.

In a way, it was only natural. Unless there were personal issues, we all had been steadily climbing an upward trend on the broadcasting charts.

At the start of that upward trend was the EOW streamer war, which had also strengthened our bonds.

It’s an unchanging truth that free food is always delicious.

Tex, boldly boasting about taking first place, was coaxed delicately into eating some beef. For this small body, the quantities were less, but the tastiness of food like beef was what mattered most.

It was clear that he had paid more than expected, yet Tex seemed unfazed. He truly was a big-hearted person. Considering he was managing his love life smoothly while also streaming, it seemed his depth of heart differed from mine. He must be living with some leeway in life, enough to lend a hand to others.

Despite improvements in my financial situation and life, my heart was still not spacious enough to spare a corner for others. Tex possessed what I lacked. Perhaps that was why I felt a twinge of jealousy. Some unconscious envy from my small mindset led to somewhat mischievous pranks.

Tex, though potentially finding my jokes rude, only laughed heartily without a hint of irritation. This truly highlighted his maturity. He must have thought that raising his voice over such trivial matters was a bit much now that he was in his thirties.

As I pondered, I realized I identified myself as I Ji-eun, a woman in her twenties. Unlike years past, where I desperately tried to fit that self-image, it felt natural this time.

The balding man of similar age to Tex had transformed into a beautiful young woman with smooth, fair skin.

Time had passed since becoming that young woman, and I had gotten quite accustomed to her body.

The unusually developed senses and the heavy feeling in my chest whenever I walked—everything was in harmony with the natural forces that rolled in once a month.

All the discomforts I once felt would seem odd if absent now.

I briefly wondered if I could adjust back to being a man—

But then suddenly, I felt a soft pressure enveloping me.

“Ugh…”

I turned to the side and saw Ryuah, tossing and turning, draping her arms and legs over me. The pressure I felt was from her weight.

This was also a familiar occurrence.

This was how I looked after the switch party the day before. The only difference was the location and the people.

I turned my head to the other side. It’s Siyoung. I wondered why she was sleeping here of all places. It wasn’t exactly spacious for three of us, was it?

To prove my point, Siyoung, despite being the tallest among us, was taking up the least space while lying down. It could be called slightly crumpled yet her sleeping posture was neat, in contrast to Ryuah who was draped over me in a more chaotic fashion.

What was I even lost in thought about? I had woken up to this scene immediately. It was awkward to get up in between us, so I just stayed still, letting my thoughts run loose.

So, what led to this sleeping arrangement? I slowly retraced my memories.

First, I was in my own home. Why did I end up here? Because my home was the closest to the after-party venue.

What’s more, I didn’t come alone, but why did I drag people along?

– “Let’s go for a third round, ladies! The spot is Ji-eun’s house~”

It was Ryuah’s fault, snatching up the excitement and deciding the location to be my place. Papi Joah, among the girls, had never been to my old place, let alone this new one that I had just moved into, so she showed intense interest.

I was quite tired at the time, so I mindlessly agreed. No, I might have even thought it was better that way because once we got home, I could comfortably rest.

After arriving, our so-called ‘third round’ commenced. It’s questionable to even call it that, as we didn’t drink any more. The host (me) was not a big drinker.

We all gathered in the living room to chat, but the main topic revolved around Papi Joah’s dating stories.

Starting from how she got together with Tex, to how he treats her now, and what their future plans were.

Of course, this kind of female talk wasn’t my specialty, so I listened lazily, but it was entertaining just to hear about a world I had never experienced.

Siyoung, like me, was not particularly chatty, occasionally chiming in, while Ryuah naturally became the leading character in the conversation.

The third round led by Ryuah wrapped up faster than expected, as it was because Iji-eun had expressed tiredness.

In short, I was sleepy.

So, it was time to sort out the sleeping arrangements in my home, which had two rooms.

One was my broadcasting room and the other was the bedroom with a queen-sized bed.

When guests came to my house, Ji-yeon, who expressed wanting to cuddle with her older sister, saw to it that there was only one queen-sized bed.

Then, there was a small beanbag in the living room to lean on, and one sleeping bag in the broadcasting room.

The sleeping bag was somewhat an impulsive purchase. I had ordered it unknowingly while burning dreams of camping. By the time I realized it, the delivery had already begun.

In the end, the sleeping bag remained in the broadcasting room as a makeshift blanket of sorts.

Four people, one decent bed.

In terms of efficient distribution, one on the sleeping bag, one on the beanbag, and two on the bed would be the best.

Of course, among them, the absolute worst choice was undoubtedly the sleeping bag. Sleeping on the floor was harsher on the back compared to the comfy beanbag. Sure, I had gotten used to it by now, but still.

So, I concluded I should sleep in the sleeping bag. I had gotten used to it, and after all, the others were guests at my house. What kind of bad host would I be if I only offered one sleeping bag?

Hence, I entered the sleeping bag, suggesting they figure out who should take the beanbag and bed, but—

– “Let’s first let Ji-eun in since she looks tired.”

My opinion was lightly dismissed, and I was forcibly led into the bedroom. After being tucked in warmly, my exhausted mind slipped away, and when I woke up, this was the result.

I could guess that the original arrangement was decided for Siyoung and me to sleep in bed.

I had intentionally left the inner position empty for someone to come in;I left it open.

Siyoung, having caught onto my intentions, must have filled that spot later while making sure not to disturb my sleep, taking up as little space as possible.

Then later, Ryuah must have invaded. Given that she was sleeping on the very outer side, it seemed likely.

When I peeked up slightly, my guess was confirmed by seeing a sleeping bag sprawled across the bedroom floor. I guess she must’ve found her sleeping arrangements uncomfortable to invade the bed like this. Maybe Ryuah was nurtured with such care that she had never slept on the floor. It happens sometimes; there are people who just can’t sleep on the floor.

“…”

Anyhow, that’s the crux of the matter, and it was slowly time to wake up. Because I had been lying in the same position for too long, my limbs had started to go numb. While it was bearable while sleeping, there was nothing worse than this once awake.

I debated whether or not to wake Ryuah, who was next to me.
– Knock, knock.

A soft knock, followed by the sound of the bedroom door opening.

“Is everyone up…? I’m coming in?”

It was Papi Joah’s voice. Upon entering with her tiny voice, she seemed a bit taken aback by the room’s appearance.

“Why is Ryuah here…?”

In a moment, she gestured to wake Ryuah, and Ryuah stirred awake.

Papi Joah, nice assist!

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“Ugh…”

The voice escaped naturally, feeling a refreshing sense of relief washing over me.

Ryuah, who was next to me, snickered and said, “You sound like an old man. My dad makes that noise when he eats.”

Well, considering I technically used to be one. And slurping soup like this is definitely not polite.

“How’s the seasoning?”

“It’s great, the best.”

I gave a thumbs-up to Papi Joah with a smile, signaling my approval.

In the late morning, Papi Joah had rolled up her sleeves and taken over my kitchen, and what she had whipped up was this beef seaweed soup. I had no idea when she went shopping, but she pulled out my fridge’s stock of dried pollock and seemed to whip up a feast in no time.

From the moment the scent wafted, I knew something special was cooking. This girl had incredible skills. This clear broth was unbeatable as a hangover cure.

“Mollru didn’t drink much, but you’re eating it like it’s the best,” she remarked.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t really drunk much out of caution from my past antics. I felt slightly hungry but didn’t need a proper hangover cure.

Nonetheless, with this kind of beef seaweed soup, I could enjoy it even without drinking. Starting the day with a clear soup was ideal for me.

With that in mind, I jokingly said, “Hey Papi Joah, can I marry you? I’d hate to give this to Tex!”

“Mollru, you truly sound like an old man now.”

Is that so? I guess these days, I tend to speak my mind even more.

To get the group’s take, I turned to look at Ryuah, who seemed a bit serious.

Siyoung also appeared to be lost in thought, absentmindedly stirring her spoon.

“Do you like someone who cooks well…?”

Then Ryuah casually dropped the line.

Do I like someone who cooks well? Of course.

“Yes, if I were to categorize it as ‘all or nothing,’ I’d prefer someone who cooks well.”

When I used to drink often, I sometimes thought about how I wished someone would cook me some hangover soup every morning. It was not just because of the line “I’ll make you bean paste soup every morning” being famous for proposals.

“Yeah, I see… Hmm, cooking is indeed important.”

Ryuah appeared to have made some sort of resolution upon hearing my answer. Was she thinking of learning to cook?

Cooking isn’t bad. These days, regardless of gender, everyone seems to be mastering it.

Thinking about it, maybe I should learn a bit. I couldn’t always just live on my staple of soy sauce rice, and finding someone who’d prepare breakfast for me every day might take longer than learning myself.

Papi Joah, the one in front of me who made this soup, would make a great teacher.

I wasn’t the only one to have that thought as Siyoung also spoke up.

“Could you share the recipe with us?”

Siyoung said, glancing at me. I felt a strange connection in her gaze.

So you feel the same way.

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