I Became a Malicious Streamer

Suddenly, it felt like the viewers were driving me crazy with their adorable antics, and I wasn’t trying to make a broth-selling stunt out of this.

This was more like my own confirmation procedure.

Confirmation of what, you ask? Well…

Could I actually feel my heart racing and fluttering for men? Just a little experiment.

The subjects of this experiment were me and my viewers.

The viewer selected through a lottery would succeed if they could get my heart rate above a certain level within a time limit.

They would accomplish this by saying or doing things that make my heart race. Basically, their victory condition was to seduce me into having a meaningful physical response.

The viewers enjoyed experiencing a pseudo-romance with me, while I stacked up data to simulate whether I could date a man or not.

In conclusion, it was a win-win for both parties.

I do admit that there’s something a bit rough about this. It’s downright ridiculous to think that I could simulate a real relationship with a man through such a short broadcast content.

If I truly wanted to experience a relationship with a man indirectly, it would have been better to get introduced to someone in real life. It wouldn’t have been too hard, either.

Just the other day, didn’t I hear comments from Papi Joah about how ever since the wedding, requests to introduce Mollru have been pouring in?

This is not even meeting a man in person; it’s just a light conversation online. It’s difficult to develop romantic feelings when I don’t even know what the other person looks like.

But for now, I judged that this was enough.

Meeting a man in reality felt burdensome in many ways, and I also felt it would be unfair to the guy who might have been led to believe I was genuinely interested.

I was simply there for an experiment, yet the other party might really want to date me or might have already imagined us getting married.

I had to act with care, worried that I might crush their feelings by giving them false hope.

This content had been hastily cobbled together. It could be called quite a slapdash return broadcast.

Honestly, the idea had just hit me yesterday. Should I even be thankful that I had nothing to prepare?

I just had to get Discord IDs from the viewers, call them up, and chat. That’s all it was. With a real-time display of my heart rate on screen.

Looking at it that way, it was just a phone date, really. The challenge of raising Mollru’s heart rate was just an extra task added on.

However, regardless of whatever the content was, the viewers had no idea why I was doing it. I couldn’t tell them the reason, either.

They were only given fragmentary information: Mollru is conducting a virtual romance with the viewers for her return broadcast.

So it was no surprise I heard such comments.

[OMG]

[Virtual romance? Virtual romance? Virtual romance? Virtual romance? Virtual romance?]

[You… cheeky… Ryeon…!]

[Seems you’ve changed your broadcast style after your trip.]

[Long hiatus… traveling… open-minded… ugh… my head…!]

[Reuniting with her was the worst…]

[The black video delivered to Molbunnies afterwards…]

[Whoa!]

[Stop!!!]

[Well, usually when girls need quick cash, they make broth, you know?]

[I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!]

Bubbling…

[Mollru declares to officially make broth, whoa!]

[The girl streamers are on high alert, LOL!]

[A species disrupting the ecosystem has arrived, LOL!]

[Big spenders flocking in after hearing the news, whoa!]

[Their wallets are opening… Does that mean 100,000 won for a Zero Two dance now?]

[For a Yaro Two, you’d need to charge 1 million, okay?]

[Shall we spin the reaction roulette? Should be able to collect a hefty amount!]

[Ah… is this person the president of your chat room?]

[Each room will be NTR’ing hard, LOL!]

[Mollru~~ I want to embrace you~~~]

Things were getting wild, with all sorts of speculations flying around about making broth, claiming I came to reign over the Switch girl streamers, and even that my virginity was taken during my trip.

There were many guesses, but none were correct.

After all, they couldn’t read my mind. Who would guess that I was doing this crazy thing to test if I could date a man?

From their perspective, it would seem normal to think I was making broth. That would certainly be a reasonable assumption.

[The user JustMolHwang donated 10,000 won!]

– Are you finally admitting you’re the top-tier beauty in the area?!

I learned this phrase not too long ago while browsing my fan cafe. Everyone seemed to have gone a bit crazy during my long hiatus, as there were all kinds of posts appearing.

I learned the phrase “top-tier cool beauty” from a post analyzing what kind of character Mollru would be if adapted into an anime.

It detailed a lengthy analysis, claiming I’d be a cold beauty known for being top-tier in the area but secretly kind to me, but the comment section exploded with fierce rejections, so I took down the post on my authority.

To be honest, it gave me chills too.

However, separate from that, the phrase itself was interesting enough that I decided to use it today in my broadcast.

“Well… I do have to admit that I’m pretty, so we recognize what needs to be recognized.”

Saying that, I glanced at the camera, making brief eye contact for about ten seconds.

I blinked while gazing into the smooth lens and then turned my gaze away.

Hmm… It’s better than before, but I still feel embarrassed. Other streamers can flirt and dance right here, but how do they do that? That’s impossible for me.

[Wow!]

[I can’t take it anymore… I can’t take it anymore… I can’t take it anymore… I can’t take it anymore…!]

[Making broth properly, LOL!]

[Molbunnies are being cooked live right now!]

[At this rate, I might become braised pork!]

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[Seriously, how are you this pretty? How can someone look like that?]

[What’s amazing is that there’s no special lighting, no enhancement at all.]

[Haha, that doesn’t matter; I can still make broth just fine!]

[A genuine concept showing everything as it is, whoa!]

[This place sure knows how to do business well!]

“Ahem. Now, let’s pick people who want to engage in virtual romance with me. How many should I choose? Hmm… about 10?”

Currently, there are about 30,000 people in my broadcast. With the buzz of a return broadcast, it surely felt like some fluff around here.

Not everyone would participate, and even if half just tried, that would mean 15,000 contestants for 10 slots. A brutal competition ratio of 1500 to 1!

[Is the selection criteria random?]

Criteria… Last time I held a viewer participation content, I gathered just volunteers and spun a roulette wheel.

This time, though, I wanted to have some differentiation.

“I will limit the applicants to subscribers only. Non-subscribers, I’m sorry; please look forward to the next opportunity~.”

[Wow!]

[This is right.]

[Correctly rotated world, yay!]

[Dating a subscriber (for real).]

[Is there really anyone left who hasn’t subscribed? LOL!]

[I can’t subscribe because I’m still a student and have no money! T_T]

[You’re too lucky, LOL!]

[Seriously now, what’s with this unsustainably high ratio of subscribers…?]

[When Hatang gives away subscription rights at random, what the heck are non-subscribers still doing here?]

[Non-subscribers, just get out already; it doesn’t cost much at all!]

[LOL, just sit back and enjoy watching!]

“Let me put the subscriber chat mode on for a second.”

I change the chat mode to subscriber-only. Only those who are subscribers can chat.

I was using the internal function of the Switch to randomly pick one person among the subscribers.

“Let’s spin the roulette!”

As if a Pachinko’s roulette were spinning, the viewers’ usernames flew past quickly. Since I was only picking from subscribers, the names that passed were quite familiar.

And thus, the 10 date partners were finally chosen. Saying “date partners” felt a bit weird since the viewers called them that, but to me, they were merely subjects for my experiment.

The selected individuals ranged from long-time subscribers of over 20 months to a newbie who had just subscribed for only a month, a varied distribution.

The newly subscribed 1-month user was harshly chastised by the chat.

“Now, let’s connect with the first person. The time limit is 10 minutes. The one who raises my heart rate the most during that time wins.”

[Let’s see…!]

[1 minute to Butterboy’s entrance!]

[Even if an ace from a hostess bar comes here, they won’t stand a chance.]

[Since they can’t see my face, it’s all about talking smooth!]

[But can someone really make my heart flutter with just words? Like, my heart racing?]

Yeah, that was what I was curious about, which is why I was doing this.

I too connected the call with a hint of anticipation.

“Hello, can you hear me?”

“Yes, I can hear you well.”

“Ahem. Then let’s start now.”

I didn’t quite know what we were starting, but I could tell they were prepared for something, the way they said they were about to start.

What, did they come armed with cringy lines written down? That’d be a bit much, wouldn’t it?

However, contrary to my worries, the first participant didn’t whisper sweet nothings to me.

“Looks like Mollru’s skills are just fluff? I don’t really understand what the EOW does. I think I’m better! People call me good at games, but isn’t it all just because of the looks? Haha.”

[LOL!]

[He’s not flirting; he’s crashing down hard!]

[What a bold guy!]

[He’s really kind of trashing her, isn’t he?]

[Contestant #1) Mollru is terrible at games!]

[My heart rate is rising, shoot! LOL!]

[Actually, this turns out to be a pretty great strategy? How unique, LOL!]

The voice that had started out casual and reasonable devolved into an annoying whine mixed with a child-like tone that just made me want to smack him upside the head.

If his goal was to infuriate me, he succeeded. My heart rate, which had been lingering around 80, shot up over 100 in no time.

However, it was a bit humorously ironic that things were flowing contrary to the original intention, and I couldn’t help but smirk inwardly.

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