I Became a Malicious Streamer

Humans are weaker than they think.

Just a gentle poke at their soft skin can make blood ooze out, and a little extra gush of thick red can put their lives in jeopardy.

It’s not just physically; it’s also mentally.

While everyone wears the skin of sociality and pretends to laugh and have fun, nobody knows what’s really going on inside.

People with festering hearts, those twisted in their own ways, and the thoughtless roam around as members of society. These diverse folks conceal their true feelings and kill their own hearts just to live as part of a community.

It’s a bleak world. Few have the courage to express their true feelings, and most are too busy watching others.

If you stray just a little from the straight path, you’ll get stinging glares. Just like a sharp rock gets the nod from the smooth ones, anyone who doesn’t follow society’s established norms naturally attracts strange looks.

Of course, truly great figures endure those gazes and don’t shy away from being seen as odd.

But most people can’t do that. Expressing one’s heart and pushing through on one’s beliefs? For modern folks struggling to even choose a lunch menu, it’s a monumental task.

To assist such people, our society has developed a special drug.

Alcohol, that magical potion that gives the courage to spill one’s innermost thoughts.

There are words you can only say when drunk. There are actions impossible to perform while sober. At these times, borrowing the strength of alcohol, one boldly does what they wouldn’t dream of doing in their right mind.

One could say it’s the positive function of booze. It paralyzes the central nervous system, eradicating fear and hesitation.

This leads to discovering a side of oneself previously unknown.

Used wisely, it can be both poison and medicine. As long as you don’t commit crimes like drinking and driving or harming others, it’s totally okay to color your body with alcohol.

Yes, right now, I’m in quite a tipsy state. I couldn’t possibly sit soberly here.

“Ji-eun, you’re not asleep, are you…?”

“Uh-huh…”

Ryuah, sitting next to me, suddenly asks. Her face is flushed as if she’s definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol.

I bet my face is just as red.

“Are, are we really going to? Are we really doing this?”

Ryuah looks at me with droopy eyes. I waved my hand like, hurry up and do it.

-Ryuah might have known from a long time ago, ever since the first meeting with Mollru, that our relationship would turn out this way.

‘Why are you looking at me like that-’

“Why are you staring at me like that… Are you interested in me?”

Ryuah’s trembling voice echoed the text.

The late-night erotic story reading was progressing smoothly as per Ryuah’s wishes. Whether Ryuah’s earlier hesitation was genuine or not has become irrelevant now.

This is a reading that I pushed through on pure stubbornness. With the intention to show Ryuah how it’s done while she was avoiding eye contact, I pulled her close and sat her beside me.

But once I ended up sitting in front of the computer, looking at the content, I realized I couldn’t possibly go through with it sober.

So, here I am, borrowing the power of alcohol.

-Mollru gazes at Ryuah with hazy eyes and says,

“If you’re interested, what will you do?”

I spoke just like the script suggested while looking directly into Ryuah’s eyes.

I heard Ryuah gulp. She was stiff as a frog before a snake, unable to hide her nervousness.

Seeing her flustered like that made her seem rather cute and pitiful, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Ji-Ji-eun…”

“It’s your turn. Hurry, say the next line.”

“Uh… Um…”

With a teary face from my firm attitude, Ryuah opened her mouth.

“W-what should I… do like this…”

-Ryuah approached Mollru and sensually caressed her hair with a gentle touch. Long fingers dove into lustrous locks, teasing behind the ear- tingle.

“Uh…!”

“Ah…”

Suddenly startled, I flinched because Ryuah’s shoulder bumped against mine.

I wore a thin tank top, and Ryuah was in a sleeveless slip, both of us donning nothing else on top, claiming it was hot.

The heat from our bare skin lightly touching was an oddly stimulating sensation.

Turning my head, I looked to the side, and Ryuah shivered as she placed her hand on my nape.

“Haah… Hah…”

With a roughened breath for some reason, Ryuah’s right hand ventured toward my nape.

Her trembling fingers slipped through my hair and moved slowly. They grazed the back of my head and made a soft touch against my earlobe before returning to their original position.

Right, so she’s going this far. I can’t lose.

With a mix of competitive spirit and various emotions bubbling inside me, my face flushed as I continued reading the text, meeting Ryuah’s expectations as she looked at me with half-lidded eyes.

-Mollru’s breath becomes ragged. Mollru’s fingers explore Ryuah’s face: cheeks, lips, earlobes, and nape. Wherever Mollru’s hands touch, Ryuah’s skin radiates heat as if it’s been burned. Mollru’s hand, lingering at her nape, gradually moves downward.

‘You said you liked it too… No, it was you who liked it first.’

“Eh…”

Like a splash of cold water, my senses sharpened. I hadn’t drunk enough to be completely out of it; I still had clarity.

This couldn’t follow the script. It wasn’t even a script to begin with; it should only remain at the level of reading.

What? Touching a face and moving hands downward?

I could manage a brief pat on the head or hold hands, but this was a no-go. There was a line here. Crossing that line meant we could never return to our original relationship.

Wasn’t this something couples do? Even if our relationship like this exists in fiction,

it wasn’t real. Just as simple friends, if we did something like this, we’d both find it hard to look each other in the eye the next day.

“…Why aren’t you doing it?”

“Uh, what?”

How do I handle this? If Ryuah has eyes, she must’ve read the content, and her heated gaze kept locked onto me, almost as if urging me to proceed.

“Shouldn’t we stop here?”

A strong intuition urged me to hit the brakes, but Ryuah seemed to think otherwise.

“Stop here…?”

“Yeah, let’s clear this up tomorrow. I’m tired.”

Ryuah grips my wrist as I subtly try to get up from the chair.

“Who says… who says we’re done?”

“Ryuah? You seem really drunk… We should go to bed…”

“Sit. I’m not drunk at all.”

Not drunk, huh? Her eyes alone scream otherwise.

Handling a drunk person is always tricky. I let out a sigh and sat back down, unable to shake Ryuah off.

“Ji-eun, you started this… So why are we stopping now?”

“Well, that’s…”

“It’s just the beginning.”

What exactly is beginning? Sure, it’s the climactic part of the story, but that doesn’t mean we can just follow that.

After holding my wrist for some time and gazing into my eyes, Ryuah asked,

“Ji-eun… do you dislike me?”

“What?”

“Do you dislike being with me?”

That was a rather out-of-the-blue question. But it was a question with an obvious answer.

“If I disliked you, I wouldn’t be living with you.”

When it comes to likes and dislikes, it’s definitely a ‘like’. Inviting someone into my space and living together would be absurd if it was with someone I didn’t like.

Upon hearing my words, Ryuah gazed deeply into my eyes as if enamored and then, with a resolute expression, spoke.

“Then… stay still.”

“Stay still? What do you mean by…”

Before I could react to her unusual demeanor,

Ryuah’s face was inches from mine.

-Ryuah couldn’t hold back any longer. She couldn’t turn her gaze anywhere else. The only thing in her eyes was one thing.

-Mollru’s lips. Those bright red, plump lips. Every time those lips opened and closed, enchanting sounds flowed out. They felt like delectable fruit.

‘Stay still.’

-Without realizing it, she craved that fruit.

Warm hands gently wrap around the back of my head. One hand covers my ears.

Sharp, closed eyes, intensively red face showing she’s tense.

As if she’s held her breath, her body trembles gently.

…And something that isn’t as soft as I imagined.

Our lips only barely grazed, leaving an indescribably sweet ache. Though I had never done this before, I knew this wasn’t the kiss I was familiar with. It wasn’t just pressing our lips together.

For a brief moment, I was shocked by Ryuah kissing me. But as she pushed her lips against mine, with her eyes tightly shut, I felt her heart reach out.

Suddenly, that sight seemed so adorable to me that I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Puhuh…”

Our close position unraveled, and our noses brushed.

Ryuah opened her eyes and complained, “Why… why are you laughing?”

Did she think I was laughing at her kiss? There was a hint of anxiety in her voice.

“Just… because I like it.”

“…Heh… Ji-eun, you too, mmm…”

To quell her anxiety, I held the back of Ryuah’s head, pulling her toward me.

In an instant, her surprised eyes widened before fluttering her eyelashes and settling comfortably with her eyes closed.

-Slowly, our lips brushed, exploring each other’s tongues. Our legs tangled. My knee snugged tightly between her thighs. The position of sitting facing each other felt oddly comfortable, as if we had already been made one.

We pulled back briefly.

“Pah…”

As if awakening from a delightful dream, Ryuah opened her dreamy eyes.

She then turned her head in embarrassment and mumbled softly, “I-I… my first kiss…”

“Me too.”

Ryuah’s eyes curved into crescent moons. Perhaps they took joy in having shared our first experiences.

I too was lost in thick contentment, unable to escape. Was my brain releasing chemicals? I just couldn’t think straight.

I traced my lips, trying to remember the feelings from just moments ago. This sensitive body was now holding onto a memory for a lifetime.

Our first kiss was incredibly sweet.

It was enough to make my head spin.

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