Chapter 4
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Breaking: That legendary Grandmaster potty-mouth, Chyeo Juk Juk Chyeo, was a woman
Whether they were pro gamers, streamers, or ordinary people, this bitch would casually hit them with family insults. Turns out she was a woman and a streamer, yeah.
The first link is the VOD, and the second is a selfie she took and posted herself, yeah.
I was so fucking shocked the moment I saw it, I had to make a post, yeah.
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Anonymous (223.62): What? Why is she so pretty?
ㄴ Anonymous (222.121): No, more importantly, why is she so sexy? There's just something really sexy about her.
ㄴ Anonymous (142.115): Wow, her voice is so fucking sexy.
ㄴ Anonymous (3.0): I already saved it and jerked off like crazy.
ㄴ Anonymous (112.123): Asgard, you gay lol
ㄴ Anonymous (123.45): She's wearing a mask and even covering her eyes, so where are you looking to call her pretty? Virgins are something else.
ㄴ Anonymous (124.43): Are you an idiot? You're the virgin, right? With those proportions, that face shape, and that voice, she's at least above average. Can't you see her figure?
ㄴ Anonymous (133.24): What figure? She's wearing a hoodie, you idiot virgin.
ㄴ Anonymous (117.111): No, seriously, you can't see it? And with a figure that size, even hunched over... damn.
Yukgaejang: But what does Chyeo Juk Juk Chyeo do? At least post something about her so we know who she is.
ㄴ Anonymous (112.113): Newbie beggar, just shut up and search.
ㄴ Anonymous (119.332): With a name like Chyeo Juk Chyeo, doesn't that tell you anything? lol
ㄴ Anonymous (110.111): https://www.dcinsite.com/1341335
ㄴ Yukgaejang: Thanks.
ㄴ Anonymous (110.119): Holy shit lol. You'd think those words came out of those dainty fingers and that head?
ㄴ Anonymous (223.222): 'Words,' my ass lol. Feminist detected.
ㄴ Anonymous (110.220): No, she rapes and kills everyone's mom and dad, maternal grandparents, and paternal grandparents, all of them lol. She's seriously legendary lol. What the hell is she?
ㄴ Anonymous (223.210): Wow lol; what kind of life do you have to live for words like that to roll off your tongue?
ㄴ Anonymous (12.14): There's this tattooed, chain-smoking whore who sells herself around my neighborhood, but even she isn't this foul-mouthed, yeah. I'm guessing this is some Andromeda-level slut with a body count of 8,314.
ㄴ Anonymous (223.221): lol, this guy's insane lol
ㄴ Anonymous (113.113): LMAO, that's fucking hilarious.
ㄴ Anonymous (123.43): But there aren't any female Grandmasters, are there? I looked it up and she's been Challenger before. Damn.
ㄴ Anonymous (134.14): There were a few back in the day, but I don't know about now.
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......
Hmm.
I'm fucked.
I'm so fucking fucked.
I hate using alternate accounts, so this is the only account I have. What do I do?
I don't want to go out and get a job, though.
Should I at least make a sincere apology for what I've done so far (from their point of view)?
I don't want to do that.
...And besides.
I want to pretend nothing's wrong, to act like I'm completely unfazed.
But I can't stop thinking about those comments.
'No, more importantly, why is she so sexy? There's just something really sexy about her.'
'Wow, her voice is so fucking sexy.'
'I already saved it and jerked off like crazy, yeah.'
'No, seriously, you can't see it? And with a figure that size, even hunched over... damn.'
'There's this tattooed, chain-smoking whore who sells herself around my neighborhood, but even she isn't this foul-mouthed, yeah. I'm guessing this is some Andromeda-level slut with a body count of 1,314.'
These sexual comments about me...
Seeing that kind of thing made my face feel hot.
Not metaphorically. It really felt like the temperature of my face was rising.
It got hotter and hotter until, eventually...
My eyes began to burn.
Tears spilled out.
"...Huh?"
It had been a long time since I'd felt like this.
This feeling was definitely shame, wasn't it?
I'd never felt such feminine emotions swell up this much before.
I'm a man—or, well, a woman now—but I still think of myself as a man inside.
And yet I was feeling ashamed.
Even when I thought it through rationally, my emotions acted in the exact opposite way.
The tears that had been coming one thin stream at a time soon began pouring without stopping.
"Sniff... sob... Why is this happening... ngh..."
Flustered, I hurried to wipe away the tears and even tried talking to myself, but they kept spilling out faster than I could wipe them away.
My body itches.
For some reason, I even feel like my body is being dirtied.
I'm glad my period is over.
If my emotions are this worn out even after my period has ended, I'm afraid of where that emotional whirlwind would have taken me if this had happened while I was on it.
It took what felt like dozens of minutes before I finally stopped crying.
I was still sniffling, but at least I could think somewhat normally again.
Do I have to keep streaming while being treated like this?
I don't even know if I'll succeed anytime soon.
...Should I quit streaming?
Honestly, if I were going to quit, now would be the best time.
It wasn't even enough to call it a failure yet.
...But it feels like a bit of a waste.
After lying there for a long time with my face buried in the pillow, I suddenly realized something.
...But honestly.
Honestly, was I in the wrong?
At that thought, I lifted my head from the pillow and gave it some serious thought.
It wasn't my fault.
Wasn't it the fault of the people who made me angry?
I didn't hit anyone, so what was the problem?
In the world of games, isn't it your fault if you're bad at the game?
Just like how it's natural to get criticized at work if you can't do your job.
Isn't it the fault of people who can't stand being insulted?
Right.
I did nothing wrong.
Not a thing.
It's only the fault of the people who made me angry.
Once I'd settled on that thought, my head felt clear.
I quickly got up and sat down in my chair.
I should let the viewers know what I believe.
What if no one comes in?
...I might cry again.
I sat down and turned on my computer.
Then I set up the stream again in the studio.
I started the stream.
'The stream has started.'
I swallowed hard.
I'd started the stream boldly, but when I thought about facing the criticism head-on, I felt a little scared.
I hadn't felt like this when I was stirring up trouble on the internet.
Before long, people started joining.
10 people.
34 people.
45 people.
...94 people?
More people were coming in than I'd expected.
My body began to tremble a little.
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Hey, potty-mouth bitch lol
Is that really you from DC?
Teach me some family insults.
Wow, even a bitch like this streams lol
Why lie about being a virgin when you're not?
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Countless sarcastic comments and blunt insults.
My heart sinks a little.
I realized that getting cursed out after stirring up trouble on the internet and getting cursed out in a space where I was the host were worlds apart—much more than I'd expected.
My fingers were trembling. My chest hurt. The corners of my mouth twitched.
No, don't be scared.
If I'm going to keep streaming, isn't this something I have to do?
I can't back down.
I tried to steady my increasingly ragged breathing and took several deep breaths.
Then I opened my mouth.
"F-fuck off, you idiots..."
I raised my middle finger, even though they couldn't see it.
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Damn.
lol, crazy bitch.
Damn.
?
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I tried not to let my voice shake, but it trembled wildly against my will. I started stuttering, too.
"I... I, did I do something wrong? It's their fault for being bad at the game."
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Your way of thinking is completely different from ours.
She really was crazy.
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"I only c-cursed out people who were really bad. The ones who started shit with me."
I tried to keep talking.
So far, it was at least okay. I was shaking and stuttering quite a bit, but I could still talk.
"I-I'll keep streaming."
"I don't have any money. So I have to at least stream. If you don't like it... g-get out."
I made that threat.
Trying to hold on to my voice as it grew quieter.
But then one of the chat messages caught my eye.
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Looks like this stream's a flop. Flash your tits, get banned, and call it a day.
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"Y-you...!"
More, more sexual harassment!
My face turned red.
"Hey, you, you bastard!"
I'm screwed.
Before I'd spoken, I'd imagined myself calmly and logically arguing back. But there was nothing of that in sight—just a woman flushed red and shrieking curses.
"So what t-tier are you guys?"
I was getting emotional. Ah, I shouldn't be doing this.
"If y-you've got a problem with it, fight me in Bell, you n-no-life bastards."
I realized that speaking out loud was much harder than typing on a keyboard.
It's embarrassing.
I hate this whole situation.
The sexual harassment keeps coming, and I keep feeling like I'm all alone.
In the end, my eyes began to burn again.
"Sniff... sob..."
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?
Why's she crying after cursing at everyone herself?
What the hell is this bitch lol
This stream is legendary lol. Glad I got up early for this one.
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"You guys keep sexually harassing me! On DC and here, too!"
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I screamed at the top of my lungs.
But as if that only made it more fun, the chat filled up again with all kinds of sexual harassment and laughter.
Assholes... Should I just turn off the stream and disappear?
Maybe there's a part-time job I can do from home.
But then.
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'Anonymous donated 10,000 won.'
Wow, you're seriously fucking crazy. I'll give you some pocket money.
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"Te...!"
10,000 won!
10 cups of instant noodles!
Enough to last me ten days with this body!
Whatever the message said, all I could see was the number of zeroes.
As someone who had to worry about starving to death any day now, that person was like a benefactor.
But even so, I wanted to make it obvious that I was angry.
I wanted to act like nothing was wrong, like I was cool.
So I propped my chin on my hand, covered my mouth, and looked at the chat from an angle as I spoke.
Then I spoke in a calm, cool voice.
"Th... th-thanks!"
That's what I wanted to say.
My voice cracked as I swallowed back my tears.
It was the first donation of my life.