Gawol. To be precise, Da-eun’s voice is quite soft and gentle.
Rather than being cute and lively, it carries a lethargic and calm atmosphere.
To borrow and soften the expression from the community, it could be described as a “voice that exudes a subtle allure.”
However, subtlety is only a part of the story in everyday situations.
When intoxicated or overwhelmed by the demons of sleep, the occasional soprano that leaks out has the power to stimulate some deep human desire.
Beyond mere arousal, it evokes a certain primal instinct that pulls at your animalistic nature.
“Broadcast? Hmm… It’s fine. Phew… Hah. Hahnn.”
“…?”
“Haaaaaaaaaaa… Fh. Hmmmmm… Anyway, why?”
Beneath that voice…
A heavy, ragged breathing was spread thickly.
Breathing that couldn’t be contained as it burst forth, labored and heated, tinged with an undercurrent of subtle pain—but a pain that seemed not entirely unwanted.
Just listening was enough to feel the warmth seeping into her voice.
– Huh..
– My horn broke.
– (Message deleted by the moderator.)
– I liked you first and I was going to confess first.
– (Message deleted by the moderator.)
– You crazy bitch.
Strong stimuli inevitably provoke strong reactions.
Even Soobin, who had met Da-eun in real life, was reacting, and the viewers who had only seen her through her voice and the camera… For those who thought of Da-eun as a mysterious figure, the stimulus doubled.
“Uh, I’m just asking because I don’t know… What exactly are you doing right now? Is it okay to talk about it?”
“Hmmmmmmm… Hmm? Oh, sorry. Was my breathing too loud? I’m just tired.”
“It’s not particularly loud or anything, but I’m curious about what you’re doing right now.”
“Exercising. I was working out. Hmm.”
– My horn grew back!
– Dude, do you really believe that?
– What kind of exercise? What kind of exercise? What kind of exercise? What kind of exercise? What kind of exercise? What kind of exercise?
– Ah ㅋㅋ
– Hmm~ Being devoured like a dog in a hotel suite.
– Should I pull out your horn again?
– I got it while rolling around with the master.
“People don’t believe it.”
“They don’t believe it? Oh, right. Sorry, I should greet everyone. Hello everyone…”
Her voice steadied a bit.
It seemed she had finally caught her breath.
But the chatter among the viewers didn’t stop.
The intensity was so overwhelming that even the managers within the broadcast couldn’t suppress it.
Gawol was still just starting to get her footing, and Soobin was already a well-seasoned veteran.
If the chat chaos continued, sanctions would come from the platform.
“I don’t really care, but don’t you think you should clarify the misunderstanding? Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t feel so good either. Please, do something.”
“Uh, give me a moment.”
A desperate plea from the streamer whose life depended on the broadcast.
Gawol hesitated for a moment before sending a photo.
The man’s face first lit up upon seeing the photo but quickly contorted.
For some reason, even he couldn’t maintain his composure in front of Gawol.
“Seriously, Gawol. Sending this kind of photo, what are you supposed to do with it? It doesn’t explain anything.”
“Hmm?”
“You should have included yourself in the shot. How will anyone know what’s going on?”
“Oh… you’re right. I’ll take another one.”
A laugh laced with exasperation.
At the same time, a photo sent by Gawol appeared on screen.
The photo showed a clean room with props like yoga mats, gym balls, foam rollers, and resistance bands scattered here and there.
Given Gawol’s personality, the statement “I was exercising” was likely true.
However, since there was no image of herself in the photo, it was understandable why the viewers wouldn’t believe her.
Watching this, it was clear that her broadcasting instincts were still lacking.
Elderlyn, for instance, would’ve immediately taken a proper selfie and sent it out. Or better yet, she might’ve not even answered the call until fully prepared.
“It’s taking a while. Switching to subscriber chat wouldn’t even matter at this point.”
Despite the influx of newcomers, Soobin and Elderlyn had been the primary conduits of communication for Gawol, helping her establish her position. Regardless of how this situation played out, Gawol needed to clear things up.
But when Gawol sent the photo…
Soobin briefly entertained the idea that sinking with the broadcast might not be so bad.
Even if the platform issued penalties, it would likely just be a week or so.
He could use that time for a vacation, right?
Even if they revealed the photo, the broadcast would blow up regardless.
Still, the picture was sent by her own hand.
He supposed he needed to post it.
– Crazy bitch crazy bitch crazy bitch…
– I’ll be back in a sec.
– I’m back.
– ?
– (Message deleted by the moderator.)
– ‘Sick’
The photo displayed the famous face of Gawol.
Although seemingly similar, her expression had a subtly weaker, more decadent look.
Her skin glistened with sweat, damp and smooth.
Her pearl-white leggings left nothing to the imagination in terms of her bodily contours.
The soft sheen of water blended with her skin, and as the light traced her silhouette, a strikingly deep valley was revealed between her prominent breasts.
The hand that covered it in a modest fashion only served to draw more attention, highlighting the delicate expanse of flesh between her collarbone and her cleavage.
“Yeah, looks like you were exercising. You really put in some effort, didn’t you?”
Moreover,
Just a bit lower, a curve narrowing from her armpits toward her waist could be seen.
The slimness of her ribs contrasted with the pronounced outline of her pelvis.
Lastly, between the two thighs…the indentation there was…
Soobin shook his head from side to side.
“I’ll remove the picture. She’s relatively new to broadcasting and hasn’t fully developed the knack. Please bear with us.”
– You’re the one lacking a knack.
– Re-upload the photo.
– Honestly, who needs you when we have the photo?
– Just turn off the broadcast for us to see it later, right?
– Are you a genius?
– …
“So, why’d you call me?”
“I noticed the girl who usually turns on her stream disappeared suddenly. I thought something might’ve happened.”
“I guess I forgot to post an announcement. I must’ve spaced out.”
“Did you almost ruin my broadcast because of your forgetfulness?”
“Hmm?”
“Never mind. Exercise hard, and I’ll hang up now.”
*
After the brief call ended, she wiped her sweat with a towel once again.
Was there anything unusual about the photo?
It was already sent, so there wasn’t much to be done.
I covered my chest that was too revealing.
It was good that I moved the left leg and the rehab equipment out of the frame.
I didn’t want to reveal my leg issues yet.
It’s not that I have a secret or anything.
I just don’t feel like disclosing it early.
Maybe I just want to run away.
Anyway, it was time to head for a shower.
[A message from Yuserin]:
– (Attachment: Map, Location)
– Come here by 4.
– If it’s too far, I can pick you up.
I succeeded fairly well with my broadcasts.
The average number of viewers and mentions far exceeded what new streamers typically achieved.
I passed through what others considered the grueling early phase almost effortlessly.
This time, we decided to meet for both celebration and practical reasons.
Considering my leg condition, it limited where I could go. I wanted to establish a proper schedule for hangouts.
Though somewhat embarrassing, I picked the location.
[A message from Kim Sina]:
– I’m done preparing.
– It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a jjimjilbang.
– Did Da-eun go often?
“Ever since I started exercising, I’ve been getting such severe muscle soreness…”
I used to endure in-game wounds and slashes, but this body was particularly sensitive to muscle pain in reality.
Especially after rehab and upper-body workouts, I was constantly groaning from my soreness.
Though I didn’t want to, I couldn’t help but vocalize it whenever I moved.
Camellia gave me a reprimand.
– Owwooooooh, it hurts. Hmmk.
– Sister. Your moans are too obscene.
– What, what?
– Are you doing this on purpose? There are boys here.
– Gah, it’s not like that. I didn’t even think about it.
She’s now busy preparing Prelude with Luche, but her commentary shocked me.
I really needed to find a way to calm the muscle pain.
In the middle of trying various remedies, someone suggested a sauna.
There used to be jjimjilbangs everywhere, but the surviving ones are more appropriately called “saunas” or “spas.”
They’ve either gone high-end or attached to leisure centers, making them rare otherwise.
My master liked the old-school jjimjilbangs very much.
He mentioned that when he was young, they were still around, but now they are entirely gone.
While lamenting the loss of the old charm, he occasionally took me nonetheless.
Since gaining this body, he hasn’t invited me to go along.
I understand why.
But what can I do about the regret?
I genuinely enjoyed it before.
Even in my athlete days, I dealt with severe muscle soreness.
Dunking my body into warm water felt like melting away the fatigue.
After the accident, I never went due to the lack of time and companions.
A curious anticipation arose.
In the shower room, I quickly washed and changed clothes.
The sweat-soaked leggings were placed in a separate bag. I also changed into a fresh piece of underwear.
As I first reached for a fresh bra…
“…?”
What is this?
A sense of bewilderment overtook me.
