Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 78

Alright, stay calm.

I mean, it’s not like I got caught streaming—it’s just the equipment. Judging by the way Kim Namseok (17) seems to know a bit about computers, I should be able to smooth this over.

“Streaming? What are you talking about?”

“Oh, it just looked like the kind of setup for streaming.”

I kept a straight face, playing it cool. This is basic stuff. After all, I’m Miro, a big VTuber who can handle this kind of thing without breaking a sweat.

“Hmm, I can see how it might look that way. Actually, your unnie works in design, which is why the computer’s good and has two monitors.”

Sure, I may have dropped out of college, but I’ve done some design work every now and then. I even made album art for the popular artist SlimGold.

“Oh…”

“And where do you think that pocket money came from? Your unnie works hard to earn that, you know.”

Mentioning the money seems to satisfy him. Good—what’s he going to say? It’s not like he can turn on the computer and—

Whirrr—

…?

I heard the sound of the computer booting up. Glancing over, I saw that Jang Uri (8) had pressed the power button.

“Wow… it lights up.”

“Uh, hold on a second.”

The computer lights up, and within seconds, the Windows login screen appears on the monitor. Unfortunately, my high-performance computer boots in just five seconds.

As soon as it finishes booting, the high-quality illustration of my Miro character, courtesy of a fan artist, appears on the desktop.

A brief silence falls over the room.

My mind races. I can’t let this silence drag on.

Acting as naturally as possible, as if it’s no big deal, I step forward and gently place a hand on Jang Uri’s (8) shoulder.

“Uri, how about we go eat now?”

“But… who’s that?”

Her gaze is fixed on the high-quality Miro character on the screen—a pink-haired character with emerald-like eyes and small horns, looking every bit like a mischievous demon and captivating my young cousin completely.

And she’s not the only one.

Kim Namseok (17) and Kim Yuna (15) are also staring at the screen from behind her.

Why do I feel so tense? It’s not like I’ve been caught doing anything specific.

I mean, anyone can have an anime character as their wallpaper, right?

“Haha, it’s just a character I like. Now, we shouldn’t stare at the computer too long; it’s bad for your eyes.”

Quickly, I moved the mouse, shut down the computer, and scooped Jang Uri (8) up.

Okay, maybe not *quickly*—actually, she’s pretty heavy. What’s this? Why is this kid so heavy, or am I just that weak?

Anyway, with my arms trembling, I held Jang Uri (8) and headed towards the living room, followed by the clueless lunch siblings who carried Jang Yul (3) with them.

Alright… this should do it.

It passed smoothly, so it’s all good.

Although I feel like cold sweat is trickling down, I somehow managed to get through.

When we went out to the living room, I could already see the adults busily setting the table.

More importantly… wow, the menu already makes my mouth water.

Everything that comes to mind when you think of traditional Chuseok food is laid out on the table.

First, I put down Jang Uri (8), who I had been holding.

Even after putting him down, my arms tremble from the weight.

Honestly, it was a tough workout…

“I want to! I want to be held too!”

Did Jang Yul (3) find it impressive that I carried Jang Uri (8) around? Now he’s clinging to me.

Alright, alright… I know being held by me is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but could you spare me this time?

“Yul, why don’t we eat first?”

I should eat something myself and recharge my energy.

That way, I’ll be able to hold Jang Yul (3) if needed.

“Oh, Yul, don’t bother your sister.”

Thankfully, my aunt got up and took Jang Yul (3) away.

Finally free, I quickly went to sit next to Director Kim, who was already seated.

Director Kim is clearly the eldest son and the head of this gathering of relatives.

Naturally, that makes his status here quite high.

In these situations, it’s customary to stick close to someone with a high rank.

“Uri, did your sister play well with you?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, Suhyun is so considerate, even playing with the kids now.”

The way the adults looked at me was a bit overwhelming.

It’s understandable; last year, I didn’t come at all, and until the year before, I locked myself in a room, not letting anyone in. So it’s bound to be surprising to see me entertaining the kids.

Since I just became an adult, maybe they think I’ve matured?

Well, actually, it was the Kim siblings who were subcontracted to play with the kids, not me, but they got paid for it, didn’t they?

Since I generously paid them quite a sum, especially for students, they’re quietly eating while focused on their phones.

Come to think of it, they can’t seem to put down their phones even while eating. Kids these days… all their phones should be confiscated.

“Here, eat this too.”

“Sure.”

Eating the meat and jeon that Director Kim passed to me made me feel satisfyingly full.

I feel like I have the strength to do anything.

Is this the power of Chuseok food?

It would be perfect if I could broadcast in this state… but I already posted a notice for a break, and it would be too much to push myself today.

There’s a guest room, but the kids are all grown up. With Kim Yuna (15), Jang Uri (8), and Jang Yul (3) needing to sleep in my room, broadcasting is out of the question.

I probably will.

Even if I do, those curious little sisters might barge in at any moment.

If they interrupt the broadcast and start talking about princesses…

I don’t even want to imagine it.

After we finished eating, everyone, adults and kids alike, naturally gathered in the living room.

Now that our stomachs are full, it’s time for the whole family to sit around watching TV, eating fruit, while the kids put on a cute little show, and the adults open their wallets.

Before long, even Boksil, who was called in from the yard, was with us, making the once-spacious living room feel almost packed.

“What did our little one play earlier?”

Next to me were my aunt and the Jang sisters, with my aunt holding Jang Yul (3) in her arms, speaking to him.

Hmm… I hope he chooses his words carefully.

If he says, “Suhyun just lay in bed while the other brother and sister played with us,” it’ll put everyone in an awkward spot.

So I gave a subtle signal to Jang Yul (3) with a glance, though a three-year-old probably wouldn’t get it.

He responded quite honestly.

“I saw something amazing in her room!”

“Hmm, something amazing?”

“Yes, it was all shiny and there were two TVs, and there was a pretty lady on them.”

Hey, isn’t that phrasing a bit strange?

Not that it’s inaccurate, either.

He probably didn’t know the word “monitor,” so he called it a TV, but saying it like that might pique the adults’ curiosity.

“Really? What does Suhyun have in her room?”

Sure enough, my aunt gave me a curious look.

“Oh, I just have a computer in my room, and Yul must have found it fascinating.”

Of course, it’s a high-end model costing well into the hundreds, but it’s still just a computer, right?

Given how adults generally don’t know the details about computers, they nodded in vague understanding and let it go.

Is there anything for me to gain by being here?

It’s not like I need pocket money bad enough to entertain for it.

If I hang around too long, the kids might say even more about me, which could be troublesome.

Besides, if the adults, now familiar with me, start asking questions like, “What are you up to these days, Suhyun?” it would be awkward.

What am I supposed to say? “Oh, I dropped out of college and became a VTuber,” and then show them my channel?

Yeah… time to head back to my room.

I stood up quietly, making my way to my room as naturally as possible.

Mrs. Jang gave me a knowing look along the way, but I’d already played with the kids, so I’d done enough.

As I entered my empty room, I felt an instant wave of calm wash over me.

This is my space.

Using the chatter outside as background noise, I comfortably lay on my bed.

My stomach is full, my back is warm, and I can feel sleep taking over.

Now that I think about it, I should lay out the blankets for the kids to sleep on, but my eyes keep drifting shut.

Well, Mrs. Jang or one of the other adults will handle that.

Or I can do it if I wake up later.

With those thoughts, I closed my eyes, planning just a short nap…

“Uh…”

When I opened my eyes again, I felt a heavy weight on me.

What’s going on? It seems kind of warm, too…

Since I felt like I’d slept enough, I opened my eyes.

In the dimly lit room, I saw Jang Yul (3) lying on top of me, drooling all over his chubby face as he slept.

Does he like me that much?

Luckily, the blanket was covering me, so my clothes didn’t end up soaked with drool.

Well, the blanket got some on it, but it’s just a three-year-old’s drool; it’s not that dirty, right? I’ll wash it later if needed.

Carefully moving Jang Yul (3) to the side, I sat up and saw the kids sleeping in the darkened room.

The Jang sisters were asleep on the bed, while the futon spread out on the floor was empty.

What’s going on? Kim Yuna (15) should be sleeping there. Where did she go?

Since I was already awake, I decided to go out of the room.

In the living room, a few adults were sleeping on blankets spread out on the floor.

Ah, Kim Namseok (17) is also sleeping among them.

It looks like the men are sleeping in the living room, while the women are either in the guest room or my room.

Moving quietly to avoid waking anyone, I went to the kitchen, drank a glass of water, and decided to step outside for some fresh air.

Where’s Boksil? If she was in the living room earlier, she must have already fallen asleep, exhausted.

Breathing in the cool, refreshing outdoor air, I walked through the yard, opened the front gate, and stepped outside.

In the moonlit alleyway, I spotted… Kim Yuna (15), who had been missing from the room.

Hmm…

Under the moonlight, her yellow-dyed hair fluttered in all directions.

What is she doing in the alley?

With her phone propped up in front of her, she seemed to be dancing, reminiscent of Hyunjun and Hyunsu filming some kind of challenge.

Of course, since she’s a middle schooler, her limbs are short, and her moves are a bit rough.

As I watched her from behind for a while, Kim Yuna (15), who was dancing alone, took a deep breath, picked up the phone she had placed in front of her, and turned around, locking eyes with me.

She stared at me with wide eyes as if she’d seen a ghost. Unsure of what to say to the mortified teenager, I finally managed to say something.

“Uh… so, what is it… TokTik? Is that it?”

“Ack! Forget you saw it!”

I was trying to establish some common ground, but as soon as she heard me, she squeezed her eyes shut and slumped to the ground.

Yeah, yeah, I know that feeling of embarrassment all too well.

When I feel that kind of embarrassment, it’s really excruciating…

But seeing someone else go through it… I can’t help but laugh.

I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t laugh.

At times like this, as an adult, I should comfort her and tell her it’s okay.

“It’s oka… pfft! Hahaha!”

“Don’t laugh!”

Sorry…

But…

How am I supposed to hold it in? It’s just too funny.

“Pfft! Ahaha!”

“Ahhh, please!”

See? Who told you to dance in front of someone else’s house?

It looks like Kim Yuna (15) is going to be kicking her blanket all night from embarrassment.