Became the Mother of Virtual YouTubers - Chapter 64

In the middle of the empty cafe.

You clutch your head and scream silently.

Sales were terrible again today.

The rent payment date is just around the corner. No, actually, it’s already piled up as much as it can.

Adding to that, the numbers written on the ledger and receipts scattered on the table weigh down your shoulders even more.

“Does money come out just because you wrap your head like that?”

‘Winter’, who was watching you with her arms crossed from the opposite side, speaks bluntly.

At her sarcastic remark, you feel a prickle of guilt and lift your head.

Winter taps the espresso machine and lets out a deep sigh.

“You’d be better off practicing latte art in that time.”

Winter’s gaze was sharp, but her words carried a hint of worry somewhere.

You…

[Rub your face against Winter’s chest.]

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…smile bitterly.

Certainly, Winter’s words have a point.

Just then, a cheerful voice rings out from the cafe door.

“What, don’t tell me you can’t pay the rent this month either?”

Through the wide-open door, ‘Gaeun’ enters, her large chest bouncing.

“This is big trouble~ If I’m late again, my dad will scold me.”

As the daughter of the building owner, Gaeun might have said it as a joke, but you couldn’t just laugh it off.

“I’m not letting you off this time~”

Gaeun issues a warning with a playful twinkle in her eyes.

It’s truly an awkward situation.

Gaeun’s tone was cheerful, but the content was by no means light.

Winter scoffs and adds.

“Since I’m just a part-timer, I can just look for another job, but the acting manager might really end up on the street.”

You…

[Drag Winter and Gaeun to the staff break room and engage in a hot 2-on-1 wrestling match.]

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…scratch your head with an awkward expression and say. I know. I’ll figure something out.

Just then, a customer visits the cafe.

It’s ‘Bomi’, who recently opened a flower shop in the building across from your cafe.

You quickly get up and take her order.

“One Americano, please.”

“Yes, I’ll prepare it right away.”

You firmly resolve to do it properly this time.

“Can you handle it? Should I just do it?”

Seeing your somehow clumsy demeanor, Winter asks worriedly.

“No, I’ll do it.”

The rich aroma of coffee extracted from the espresso machine spreads.

The first ‘proper coffee’ you’ve ever made.

You carefully hand that monumental first cup to Bomi and say. Here is the Americano you ordered-.

Bomi cups the mug with both hands and bows her head in thanks.

You, Winter, and even Gaeun hold your breath watching her take a sip of the coffee.

…It’s unclear why Gaeun is joining in.

Soon, a bright smile blooms on Bomi’s face.

“Wow, it’s delicious! The aroma of the coffee here is really nice.”

“Really? Thank you!”

Relief and joy flood deep into your chest. The feeling of having succeeded spreads through your heart.

Winter looks at you with a slightly surprised expression.

Gaeun narrows her eyes and glares at you.

“Hmph~ Not bad. Still, the acting manager is better than the owner.”

You don’t know if it’s sarcasm or a compliment, but you.

[Immediately want to lay Gaeun on the floor and inject whipped cream…]

[…suppress the feeling and force a smile.]

Of course. Your opponent is none other than the daughter of the building owner, who ranks above the creator.

Harboring disrespectful thoughts is unacceptable.

Bomi bows her head to you repeatedly with a bright smile.

“It’s my first visit, but I’m glad I came. I think I’ll become a regular. Can I come often?”

You repeatedly bow your head to Bomi, expressing your gratitude.

For the first time, a warm spring breeze-like atmosphere fills the cafe that had only been gloomy.

For a fleeting moment, you feel hope.

Although it’s just one cup.

You think that maybe you can do well.

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[-No Summer LOL Is this choice selection for real? LOLOLOL]

[-Seriously, if it weren’t for the censorship warning, the stream would have already exploded LOL]

[-Wow, but the quality of the illustrations appearing in real-time is f*cking insane. I’d pay money for that level.]

[-Summer Perv LOL]

Watching the exploding chat window, Summer chuckled.

“Whoa, whoa~ Everyone calm down~”

Summer playfully waved her hand, pretending to soothe the viewers.

But she couldn’t hide the smile spreading across her lips.

“I mean… In the end, I’m following the standard route properly, right? Admit it?”

However, the chat window boiled over even more at Summer’s words.

[-Standard Route (Forced)]

[-So where’s the part where whipped cream comes out of the protagonist’s body? (Genuinely don’t know)]

[-Wow, since there are no fixed choices, it’s possible to create such novel choices.]

[-Summer’s play with the ethics module removed… I’m a little curious.]

Summer looked at the chat for a moment and then chuckled.

“…But honestly, guys.”

Her gaze towards the screen was incredibly meaningful.

“You’re curious, aren’t you? What would happen if I wrote ‘rub face on chest’. What would happen if I injected etiquette cream into the building owner’s daughter. No? Is it just me?”

[-Aww, Summer Teacher!!]

[-Really can’t be helped LOL]

[-Summer is really exploding today LOL]

Summer moved the mouse with a mischievous smile.

“Anyway, let’s move on to the next event. I’ve got a rough idea of the ethics module’s standards now. The real romance starts now.”

[-Romance (Physical, Forced)]

[-Is this finally the main part of the dating sim?]

[-Summer plays dating sims the most deliciously LOL]

[-So can’t that illustration generator be distributed somehow? ㅠㅜ]

As Summer clicked the mouse, the screen turned black.

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Late at night, as the cafe is about to close.

You hold a broom, sweep the floor, and speak to Winter, the store’s only part-timer and ace.

“I’ll close up by myself today.”

Winter, who was busy calculating today’s sales at the counter, slightly furrows her brow at your words.

“The acting manager? Can you handle it properly?”

How could she trust a rookie manager and leave first?

But you nod your head confidently.

“Of course. This much is easy.”

However, Winter still looks unconvinced.

She hesitates for a moment, then takes off her apron and blurts out.

“Alright. You certainly have a sense of responsibility, unlike your brother.”

At her words, you smile awkwardly and scratch the back of your neck.

“Well… I’m the manager for now, right?”

Winter stares at you blankly for a moment, then lets out a short sigh.

“It would have been nice if that person, your brother, was half as good as you…”

Her tone was dry, but a deep fatigue seemed to emanate from somewhere.

On the other hand… there seemed to be a hint of affection mixed in as well.

You part your lips with a troubled expression, then quietly close them.

A question you wanted to ask rose to the tip of your tongue… but knowing it would change the current relationship, you force yourself to swallow it.

You carefully hide your inner thoughts and casually ask a question.

“By the way, Winter, why do you work so hard?”

Maybe because she’s interested in you.

Or… though you don’t even want to imagine it, maybe she’s interested in your reckless brother.

You feel a little concerned.

Winter stops her hand, which was finishing the bill calculation, and glances at you.

“Because they pay me a lot.”

Her blunt tone seemed to say, ‘Why are you asking the obvious?’

“I work as much as I get paid.”

Winter’s tone was firm, but there seemed to be something deeper hidden in that short answer.

However, before you can dwell on its meaning, Winter heads towards the changing room.

“Then I’ll leave first. Please take care of the closing.”

Silence suddenly descends.

The cafe is soon enveloped in stillness.

You continue tidying up the cafe and mutter to yourself.

“Responsibility…”

You find yourself unknowingly mulling over Winter’s words.

Time flows like that.

You’ve finished cleaning up the trash and even mopped the floor.

…Winter hasn’t come out of the changing room.

“Does it usually take this long to change clothes?”

Looking at the clock, a good 10 minutes have already passed.

At first, you thought she was just tired and changing slowly.

But even as time passes, there’s still no sign of movement.

…Could something have happened? Anxiety creeps in.

You hesitate, then walk up to the changing room door and knock gently.

“Winter?”

At that moment, Kyaaak- a shrill scream echoes from inside the changing room.

Simultaneously, Udangtang- a loud noise is also heard.

You…

Without hesitation, unlock the door and go inside.

Fortunately, the key was in your pocket! It’s really fortunate to be the acting manager!

The moment you step inside, an unbelievable scene reflects in your eyes.

Inside the small changing room.

Under the dim fluorescent light.

Your eyes meet Winter’s, who is only in her underwear.

Winter is frozen on the floor, lying on her side, halfway through putting on her pants.

A familiar shirt is draped over her shoulder.

None other than.

Your shirt.

…What?

Why is my shirt over there…

But your thoughts don’t last long.

“Kyaak!! Why, why are you coming in!!”

The moment a scream erupts from Winter’s mouth, your mind also goes blank.

“Ah, no… I was just…”

You know you need to make an excuse.

But the current situation is too shocking for words to come out.

“Get out quickly! I said get out!”

The shirt flies and hits you squarely in the face.

You hastily turn around, filled with confusion and shock.

“Ah, s-sorry! I was just worried…”

“Didn’t I tell you to get lost!?”

You hurriedly exit the changing room and close the door.

Winter’s image remains vivid in your mind.

A body without a single flaw, and breasts larger than expected.

In your hand is the shirt that just hit your face and fell.

“…This is my shirt, right.”

You frown and mutter.

“But… what was she doing with my clothes inside?”

It seems too early to know the answer to that.