TS Vtuber Streaming Life - Chapter 100

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!!!”

I guess I have to wait until I cry myself out.

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!”

Hmm….

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!”

Hmm….

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!”

Huhm….

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!”

…It just won’t stop.

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!”

Watching it continue to cry, I gradually shifted from the feeling of ‘What should I do…’ to ‘Oh… it’s amazing that it’s crying for so long…’ as I noticed the little kid’s chubby cheeks.

Hmm… I want to poke it.

I immediately poked it once with my finger.

Poke.

“Huh! Don’t do that!!!!!!!!!!!”

Oh….

Poke.

“Don’t do that!!!!!!!!!!!”

Poke.

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ah, I need to get a grip.

Poke.

“Ueeng!!!!!!!! Mommy!!!!!!!!!!!! A scary noona is bothering me!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ah… I accidentally…

Um… but this is that little kid’s cheeks’ fault.

Who said the feeling of being poked is nice?

By the way.

“Noona?”

That’s the first time I’ve heard that title.

Ah, I’m talking about after TS, excluding memories.

“I’m so, so sorry!!!!!!!!!!!! Ueeng!!!!!!!!!!!”

Hmm, it seems like it mistook me for trying to scold it.

But if I were scolding, what would I have said at the point when I spoke casually? Why would I be scolding now?

“Hey, little kid. You seem calmer than before, so let’s talk.”

Since it had uttered some other words aside from crying, I judged that it was a bit more settled and decided to speak up—

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!! I’m scared!!!!!!!!!!”

…It started crying again.

Hmm… I can’t tell if it’s just not calmed down or if it’s bursting into tears again….

…Maybe both?

Anyway, it’s time to stop joking around and properly calm it down.

Then… first, I need to do something about this face….

Ah, should I try opening my eyes sweetly?

It might not have much effect, but I had no other sharp method, so I decided to give it a shot.

“Little kid~”

Ugh…! Disgusting…!

Since I was at it, I tried to sound as sweet as possible, but it felt cringe-worthy.

Yet, there seemed to be some merit to my sacrifice as the little kid looked at me with a noticeably calmed face while sniffling.

“Huh…! Sniff! Are, are you an angel…?”

Nonsense—

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!! I’m not an angel!!!!!!!! I’m a devil!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ah, I momentarily returned to my usual expression due to the sudden damage.

Hmm… But it seems like it had some effect.

…But if I open my eyes sweetly again, it will probably say something that will hurt me again, right?

Okay, let’s give up on this method cleanly.

Instead, I took out the snacks I had bought from the garbage collection bag.

“Little kid, do you like this?”

“Sniff! Yeah… I like it….”

“Do you like it?”

“I, I like it… Ueeng!!!!”

No… I’m not trying to scold you….

I heard before that repeating the last word is a sign that you’re listening in a conversation, but I guess that wasn’t the case.

Anyway, since it’s a snack it likes, I ripped it open and handed it over.

“Th-thank you… Sniff!”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re nice, right? Let’s stop crying.”

“Y-yeah… Sniff!”

“I’ll ask questions while you eat, so if you can’t answer because you’re crying, just nod your head. Got it?”

“Y-yeah… Ueeng!!!!!!”

…Why did it burst into tears again?

Gurgle!

Is it because it’s hungry?

“Little kid, didn’t you eat?”

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!!!”

…It’s just crying again.

It’s not like it’s a Magikarp with just one ability of crying, right?

“Where’s your home?”

I looked in the direction the little kid was pointing at with its finger while crying.

…That’s our apartment, right?

“There? Is that where 106 is written? Is it correct?”

Nod nod

…It’s the same apartment.

“But why are you out here instead of going home?”

“Sniff! I-I’m just… sniff! looking around… with mommy— Mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Hmm, I think I got all the information I needed.

“Do you know your mommy’s phone number?”

Shake shake

“Hmm… No, but why are you really not going home and doing this?”

Can’t you just walk into your house?

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!! I don’t remember!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t know my home!!!!!!!!!!!”

So you remember what building you’re in, but not exactly where it is?

…But wouldn’t it be easier to wait at the apartment entrance than to do this here?

I don’t understand….

Maybe because you’re young, you can’t think deeply.

“Hey. Little kid. Follow me.”

Well, I can just say I’m taking you to the security office and feed you.

The probability that your mother might come back thinking you went home is quite high, and since I checked the house and you’re not there, wouldn’t she just ask the security office if they’ve seen you?

“My mommy!!!!!!! Told me not to follow strangers!!!!!!!!”

…You’ve raised your kid well.

“I’ll give you food.”

“Ueeng!!!!!! I don’t want to!!!! It’s scary!!!!!!”

Gurgle!

“Hmm… Do I want to find it annoying to persuade you, or just kidnap you?”

Whether the little kid flinched at my words or cried more didn’t matter to me, so I decided to proceed with kidnapping.

“Little kid. Just stay still.”

Since I was going to kidnap it, I decided that there was no need for a kind title and grabbed it by the side.

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!!”

Hmm, it’s a new sensation having both hands and a kid under my side….

Even if people around me think my appearance is strange, since it’s my face, no one approached me.

And even if they looked at me strangely, they would probably mistake it for an older sister looking after her younger sibling.

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!!”

It seems like instead of saying something strange, the little kid is just spamming its crying technique until its PP runs out, so I doubt it would look like a kidnapper.

Flail flail!

“Hey, if you don’t stay still, I’ll scold you?”

“Ugh!”

Hmm… I envy this little kid’s mother….

She must be doing well with discipline….

Ah, maybe it’s just because it’s a kid?

…That must be it.

Hmm… But thinking again, it’s true that I envy this little kid’s mother.

If I were given this kidnapper role, wouldn’t the little kid listen to me well?

Since we live in the same apartment, there could be times we’ll bump into each other, so it would be effective.

While I was having these pointless thoughts, I arrived home.

“Little kid, do you want to watch TV?”

Maybe it’s due to the shock of being kidnapped, but there wasn’t any response when I returned.

Right now, its PP, which was hanging by a thread, seems to have run out, as it doesn’t even cry.

Well, it should get its act together once I cook something for it.

I tossed the little kid on the sofa and turned the heater on full blast, then washed my hands and contacted the security office.

Ah, right.

“Hey, little kid. Go to the bathroom and wash your hands with soap.”

If you go out, you should wash your hands first.

“Little kid?”

I didn’t hear any movement even though I called, so I checked the sofa and saw it had fallen asleep.

[Yes~]

Ah, the security office answered the call.

I explained the situation to the uncle.

[So, you’re that lady~? Yes, I understand~ Oh, I mistook you for a scary person~]

“That happens a lot.”

If I had actually kidnapped someone, I wouldn’t feel wronged— oh… wait, I did?

Hmm… Let’s move on.

“Yes, thank you for your help. Yes, yes.”

Click.

Now that I’ve done what I needed to do, I started cooking.

“You like beef, right?”

Well, if it’s delicious, you’d like anything.

I started by grilling a steak.

“Now… just rest it, and it’ll be done….”

Next, I took out salmon fillets.

“As for the salmon… should I grill half and age the other half to cut sashimi later?”

Hmm, let’s do that.

After some time, I finished cooking and finally plated everything properly before waking up the little kid.

“Little kid? Wake up.”

“Uuung… Mommy… just 5 more minutes….”

“I’m not your mommy, so wake up.”

“Mommy…?”

When the little kid opened its eyes and saw my face, it jumped up in shock and started to cry.

“Ugh!”

Ah, it’s not just making a crying face, it’s actually crying.

“Time to eat.”

As I pointed with my finger, the little kid turned towards that direction and moved to the table as if mesmerized.

“Hey. Wash your hands first. Cleanly.”

Then, I grabbed the back of its neck and stopped it from going.

“Ugh, u-eu—”

“Stop crying. It hurts my ears.”

After waking up, it seems like its PP has returned, so it covered its mouth from trying to use a technique, and looking into my eyes, it spoke.

Then, the little kid’s eyes started to well up.

Ah… I need to soothe it….

I pulled it into my arms to calm it down and patted its back.

“You’re nice.”

“Ugh…! Sniff!”

“Just don’t wipe your nose on my clothes. That’s not a nice thing to do.”

I lightly patted the little kid’s back again.

“I was scared….”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Mommy….”

“Right, you’re nice….”

As I gave in to its little whim for a moment and time passed, it seemed finally that the little kid had eased its wariness towards me.

“Noona….”

“What?”

“…Th-thank you.”

“As long as you know, let’s wash your hands and eat.”

“Ca-can you hold my hand to the bathroom…?”

“You didn’t wash your hands. Wash them, and I’ll hold it.”

“…Is Noona a T?”

“Yeah.”

But do I really look that T?

How come the little kid, who is seeing me for the first time, is asking if I’m a T?

“…You looked like one.”

“Is that so?”

I guess so.

“But then… does that mean… Santa isn’t real?”

…Are you still worried about that?

It seems like it had quite the impact.

“Hey, little kid. Can I tell you a shocking truth?”

“What, what is it…?!”

“Pay attention.”

I put on a serious face and began to speak.

“All kids believe in Santa, but you can be overwhelmed by the sense of relative superiority of realizing that Santa is actually a fictional being used by adults to deceive children. So, you should be grateful to me for making you feel that way by revealing the truth.”

“…W-what?”

“To put it simply, Santa is a fake made by your mommy and daddy to trick you, and you should be thankful to me for letting you know that.”

“Ueeng!!!!!!!!!!!”

…Why are you crying?