Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 162

“Your album is coming out today?”

[Yeah, it’s not long now.]

Today is the release day of Hyunsoo’s new album, Reality.

From what I heard, it’s supposed to drop sometime in the afternoon.

Thinking back to when he first mentioned preparing the album… it’s crazy how fast it was finished.

His work speed is insane.

Meanwhile, Heavenly Realm’s third album doesn’t even have any updates yet.

I heard they’re working on the first album for the second-gen members, though.

This is a company, and yet they’re slower than Hyunsoo working solo.

“How do you feel?”

[How do I feel? Like I said before, I don’t really have any strong feelings about it.]

“Really? Even after doing all those variety shows?”

[…]

He says that, but Hyunsoo has been on so many shows promoting his songs.

My YouTube algorithm keeps recommending videos with his face.

And it’s all different shows too.

[I figured, since I made it, I might as well get as many people to listen as possible.]

“Of course you would.”

From what I’ve seen, he’s basically a full-fledged celebrity now.

Well, he’s an adult now, so it’s the perfect time to go all out.

“You’re in your prime.”

[Nuna, how much older than me do you think you are?]

“Watch your words, you little brat who just became an adult.”

How dare a mere 20-year-old talk like that?

I’m a whole 22 years old.

If you count my past life, that’s double his age.

[So, there’s a celebration party today too. I assume you’re not coming?]

“You know me well.”

I already saw him last time. Do I really need to congratulate him again?

Those guys really love partying.

Well, they are a band.

[I figured as much.]

“Besides, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t go today.”

[Huh?]

“I have plans.”

Saying that, I glanced at the apartment complex in front of me.

It should be around here.

I can’t check the map while I’m on a call.

“Hyunsoo.”

[Yeah?]

“I’m hanging up now. I need to check my map to find the way.”

[…Got it.]

And with that, I ended the call.

After closing the call with Hyunsoo, I opened the app and checked the map.

Is this the right place?

It’s my first time in this neighborhood, so I’m not sure.

It wasn’t too far—just a short bus ride away.

Let’s see… Building 112.

I lifted my head and scanned the buildings.

Oh, there it is.

There sure are a lot of people around.

Maybe because it’s an apartment complex?

I spotted all sorts of people—students in school uniforms, elderly folks, and more.

Since I live in a quieter residential area, this kind of lively atmosphere felt unfamiliar.

I entered the building and walked inside.

The security guard didn’t even stop me, so I gave a slight nod as I passed by and took the elevator up to the floor I was told.

Is this the right one?

Ding-dong—

—Who is it?!

As I stood at the door and rang the bell, a voice called out before the door opened.

“Uh… W-who are you?”

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman.

Hm, is this Eunha’s mom?

“Are you Eunha’s mother?”

“Oh, yes, I am. And you are…?”

She looked at me cautiously—probably because of my unusual appearance.

I politely bowed my head and introduced myself.

“I’m Suhyun, Eunha’s senior at work.”

“What? Oh… Eunha’s senior at work.”

She repeated my words but still seemed confused.

At that moment, Eunha peeked out from inside.

“Uh, Mom, let me handle it…!”

“Eunha.”

Seeing my junior, I raised a hand and smiled lightly.

She hesitated for a moment before awkwardly raising her hand in return.

“Uh, uh… W-welcome….”

Seeing her act even more timid than she does on stream made me sigh internally.

Though, I guess this is less about being awkward and more about Eunha’s naturally shy personality.

Where was that boldness when she kicked me from the call and swung a sword at me?

Is this what people call a gap?

“Come on in.”

“Thank you.”

Following her guidance, I stepped into Eunha’s home.

The interior felt cozy and lived-in.

Family photos hung on the walls, and the living room had a warm, homely atmosphere.

It reminded me of when I used to visit my friends’ houses back in elementary school.

After passing through the living room, I entered Eunha’s room.

Her room was surprisingly spacious, with a proper streaming setup—computer, desk, the works.

What caught my eye was the soundproofing foam on the walls.

“How’s the soundproofing?”

“H-huh? I-it’s good.”

I had considered getting soundproofing panels instead of my booth.

The booth works well, but sometimes it feels too cramped.

“Nice room.”

“R-really?”

I pulled a chair from the dining area and sat down.

“It’s better than mine. It’s surprisingly neat.”

I expected to see a bunch of merch cluttering the place, but it was unexpectedly tidy.

“M-my mom cleans it for me.”

“Ahh.”

That makes sense.

At her age, it’s normal for her mom to still help clean.

After all, my own mom does the same for me.

I get nagged constantly by Jang Yeo-sa to clean my room.

“What were we doing today again?”

“J-J-Pop Live World Cup….”

“Right, good memory.”

Playing a game would be fun, but with how nervous Eunha looks, I don’t think that’s a good idea.

A World Cup format would work better.

Since we’ll be discussing each option, we’ll naturally keep talking, and that should help ease the awkwardness.

“Alright, should we start streaming right away?”

“R-right now?”

“The announcement time is soon.”

“Ah, y-yeah, that’s true.”

She looks so nervous….

For today’s collab, we decided to stream on Eunha’s channel.

She said we could use mine, but an offline collab on my channel would be exhausting.

My chat can be brutal.

It’s better to do this in a stricter, more moderated space like hers.

“S-should I s-start the stream…?”

She’s really tense.

I’m starting to wonder if visiting was a bad idea.

She’s shy in real life—what if this leaves her traumatized?

“Relax. I’m not going to eat you.”

To help her relax, I reached out and lightly ruffled her hair.

“…Eep!”

But instead of calming down, she froze up even more.

I sighed internally.

Will this stream even go well?

At this rate, I might have to carry the whole thing myself.

Still, we can’t just not stream, so I nodded.

“Go ahead and start.”

[Streaming: Offline Collab with Miro-senpai]

“H-hello, everyone…?”

I sat back in my chair and let Eunha start the stream.

She’s the host today, after all.

I’m more like… a guest.

“Miro-senpai just arrived a little while ago… haha.”

Her whole demeanor changed as soon as the stream started.

I guess she’s naturally suited for broadcasting.

She still seemed a bit nervous, but it wasn’t as bad as before.

“Miro-senpai, do you want to introduce yourself?”

She shifted to the side, motioning for me to join her.

I nodded and leaned forward.

“I’m Miro. Looking forward to today.”

– That was so unenthusiastic…
– She didn’t even try.
– Bring Eunha back!

“Haha.”

Even in Eunha’s stream, my chat is chaotic.

I recognized some familiar usernames.

Well, it’s not surprising that my regulars followed me here.

“Just so you all know, if you act like you do in my chat and get banned here, that’s not my problem.”

– LOL
– Got it
– We’ll behave… probably.

“Sure you will.”

I clicked my mouse and personally banned a few borderline messages.

Trying to test the limits?

I’ll move those limits for you.

“Consider that a warning. Anything worse, and you’re out.”

– Damn…
– Terrifying.
– This is the kind of stream we’re watching?

“Yes, it is. Now, Eunha, continue.”

“Y-y-yes!”

This stream is going to be long.

But at least she’s finally talking more.

Even if my ears will suffer.