Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 53

It’s a refreshing morning.

The sunlight streaming in through the curtains is warm, and the cool air from the air conditioner blends harmoniously with the cozy blanket, making me feel really good.

What a pleasant morning; should I just sleep in a bit more?

But what did I do yesterday to sleep so deeply…?

“Oh.”

As I recalled yesterday, my mind snapped to attention, and I jumped out of bed.

Damn it.

I immediately grabbed my phone from the bed and turned it on.

The time was already well past 10 o’clock.

And there were 24 missed calls displayed below.

“Ha… It’s an accident.”

I’m late. Really late.

Calming myself, I headed to the living room and poured myself a glass of water.

Alright, first things first: I need to go on air and apologize.

This is definitely my fault.

I could brush it off with a smile for about 30 minutes, but now that it’s more than two hours late, it qualifies as a broadcast incident.

Feeling a slight tension, I entered the soundproof booth.

Come to think of it, after two hours, the viewers might have gotten tired and left, right?

To think I’d have to do the demotion I was considering last night right away the next day…

Lost in thought, I sat in my chair and stared at the monitor, only to see a scene completely different from what I expected.

– When the hell are you coming, damn it!!

– Me

– Lock

– Damn it..

– Holding my breath until you arrive

– Let’s see how long you’ll keep this up

– Me

– Please come back..

– Lock

– Lock

Seriously… Seeing the chat light up like this made a bead of cold sweat trickle down my forehead.

It’s the first time I’ve seen the chat burn like this.

People usually light up the chat whenever they get the chance, but today feels different.

Being late is definitely a mistake.

But does that really warrant the chat being on fire for two hours?

If anything, they’d mock me, but to burn like this…

Stuck on how to even start speaking, I sat quietly, and despite my absence, donations started pouring in.

[Thank you for the 10,000 won donation, Jang In-mi-ro!]

What the hell? You said you were going to sleep last night and now you’re here at dawn? Damn, damn, damn…

And it’s even 10,000 won.

Wait, looking at the nickname, it’s the guild president.

– Rr… I’m so mad right now.

– Seriously, damn it, I adjusted my schedule to wake up early and wait, but why are they…

– Yeah, I watched that late-night chat live, haha.

– Damn, damn, damn…

– Just wait until you come back.

Damn… Was it last night’s chat session that caused this?

For the die-hard Mi-ro fans who adjusted their daily routines to spend 24 hours with me, last night’s surprise chat must have been nothing short of a disaster.

As they were feeling the emptiness of missing out, I ended up being late, and that disappointment turned into anger.

This is all my fault, something I’ll have to carry…

I swallowed my urge to run away and turned on the microphone.

“I’m here.”

“I will never! Be late again!”

*Bang!!*

– Whoa, that was pretty intense.

– Did you use your fist again this time?

– Are you sure you didn’t actually hit it with your head??

“Of course! I used my fist again this time!”

– I knew it, damn, haha.

– Just do a cooking stream already.

– Show us your hands.

“Well then, let’s move on to the morning cooking show.”

It was closer to lunchtime, but it was still just barely late enough to count as morning.

And so, this unprecedented firestorm was successfully extinguished with the skilled and professional handling of a seasoned streamer.

Today’s dish was egg fried rice.

To be honest, it was much easier than the soybean paste stew I made yesterday, so there were no major mishaps while cooking.

“How many points?”

– Perfect score.

– Ah, excellent, haha.

– Much better than yesterday.

– This is great.

The key point of this egg fried rice was the golden color, and it turned out perfectly this time.

Maybe it’s because I used to make fried rice a lot when I was living alone, so I was pretty good at it.

“Looks delicious, right? It really is tasty.”

– Everything tastes good when you’ve had a good sleep, haha…

– I was starving while waiting.

“Haha… I truly feel sorry about that.”

Though the fire was put out, today’s oversleeping would likely be used as material to poke fun at me for a long time.

That’s something I’ll just have to accept. I took a bite of the fried rice.

And wow, it’s really good.

At this point, I’m starting to think I might have some talent for cooking.

Maybe it’s just that I’m good with my hands?

After frying, stirring, and marveling at my own creation, I finished eating the delicious egg fried rice and returned to the soundproof booth.

The original plan after breakfast was to explore cafes, so I stuck to the schedule and started the stream again as I entered a cafe on my computer.

“Well then, shall we check out some popular posts?”

– Let’s dive into the old ones, haha.

– Other members do this daily, don’t they?

– She’s gotta go to the community.

– There’s so much more to see than just a cafe, haha.

Some viewers mentioned anonymous communities, but I absolutely couldn’t respond to that.

The moment you become officially associated with a community, whether by mistake or on purpose, you can’t avoid damaging your image.

Surprisingly, the moment I spoke, the chat briefly paused.

And just as I realized that the chat had stopped—

– Hey, you damn bastard, why are you only showing up now when you stayed up late last night?

– Damn… Damn… Damn… Damn… Damn…

– Bow your head! Bow your head! Bow your head!

The chat exploded.

It sped up so fast, beyond the critical point, that it became impossible to read, and I couldn’t help but avert my eyes.

This isn’t good.

There’s no way to resolve this in a normal way.

But who am I?

I’m Miro, the professional streamer.

It’s too early for Miro 24 hours to sink in a situation like this.

“I’m really sorry. I’ll bow my head right now!”

Thud!

I suddenly yelled and slammed the desk hard.

Of course, I used my fist.

If I did it with my head, wouldn’t it hurt too much?

My fist still hurt, but it’s much better than my head.

But the viewers wouldn’t know whether I hit the desk with my fist or my head.

Anyway, an apology or compensation wouldn’t calm their anger.

Apologizing won’t bring back last night’s chat session.

Even if I give compensation, the people who watched the chat session would get it too, right?

If the normal method doesn’t work, I’ll have to break through.

“I’ll do it again!!”

Thud! Thud!!

This time, I hit the desk twice, harder than before.

But not too hard.

Just enough to make it feel like I really hit it with my head.

– Ugh, seriously, ah;;

My reputation is already at rock bottom, and if it falls any further, there will be no coming back.

“Shall we start from the top?”

I went through the top posts one by one, but the popular posts… well, they weren’t much different from those on milder communities.  

After all, it’s harder to find viewers who aren’t part of a community. It’s just the nature of the platform.

But still…

“There’s a lot of fan art of me, isn’t there?”

There was more fan art than I expected.

Especially the fan art related to this Miro 24-hour stream, which was still being uploaded in real time.

“I guess a lot of talented artists watch my stream.”

– O O

– Probably because they like having your stream on while they draw.

– Battle time?

“Battle? Fighting with art? How sacrilegious…”

– You scared?

– Haha, you’re definitely scared.

“But I can at least share my thoughts on the drawings, right? After all, they’re my fan art.”

Scared? Of drawings?

Drawing is a source of pride for the “female Kim Suhyun.”

She valued her drawing skills as her greatest asset.

…In my opinion, it’s her looks, but still, the female Kim Suhyun takes great pride in her drawing ability.

“Alright, let’s take a look at the efforts of those who call themselves my fan artists.”

I’m not planning to belittle anyone just because they might not be as skilled. Who starts out perfect, anyway?

There’s no such thing as being bad or good at drawing.

There’s just a personal ideal and the process of striving toward that ideal.

And if someone’s posting fan art in a Naver cafe, they’re at least showing a glimpse of that ideal.

So, I clicked on the first fan art, which had a preview blocker attached.

I immediately pressed the back button.

“…?”

– Hahahahahahahaha

– Oh my…

– Wait, there are no limits here?

– That’s crazy.

The first fan art I clicked on was quite explicit.

It was very clear that the emphasis was on certain exaggerated body parts, with a clear intent behind it.

I specifically said not to post things like this because of the guidelines, but there’s always someone who pushes the limits.

“This is unacceptable…”

– CC

– Is it time for Mi-ro the Viewer Slayer to make a comeback?

– You’re done for, haha.

I quickly went back in and saved the drawing.

– ?? What kind of reward is this?

– Wow, so jealous.

– I can’t believe she saved it.

“They must’ve been confident to post a drawing like this, right?”

I know that having your artwork scrutinized can be a rather embarrassing experience, especially for the artist.

So, as a fellow artist, I silently apologized to them in my heart.

But.

“Alright, it’s time for Miro’s feedback session.”

An apology is an apology, but today, they’re going to have to take some heat as an example.