Chapter 20: Does the silver-haired girl dream of beef?

Ssszzzzz~!!!

The sound sizzling on the hot grill was practically a symphony of appetite.

The chuck flap tail steak, beautifully marbled like frost patterns, was slowly losing its redness in the intense heat.

Just as one side of the meat finished cooking—

A pair of chopsticks suddenly swooped in from nowhere, snatching the barely grilled meat in the blink of an eye.

“Nom~!”

“Y-Yuki! It’s not even fully cooked yet!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine~ Ever heard of medium rare?”

“At that point it’s basically raw meat…”

That’s our Miho-mama.

With mama levels as overflowing as her bust, she’s always taking care of the little things like this.

But there’s no helping it.

Beef is meant to be fought over.

In this survival-of-the-fittest feast, where it’s eat or be eaten, stealing meat is the only way to survive.

“So, uh… Miho-unnie. How was your monetization stream?”

In response to Rin’s question, Miho answered in her signature soft tone.

“It wasn’t much. I just read out some of the donor messages.”

“That’s nice… I couldn’t even stream because of moving…”

“You can stream tomorrow. By the way, Miho—how much did you make this time?”

Leaving pouting Rin behind, I turned to Miho and popped the big question about her superchat income.

I mean, how could I not be curious?

You always want to know how your peers did on their first monetized stream, right?

It’s not like I wanted to compare or anything.

It was just pure curiosity, that’s all.

But I already knew the outcome.

Obviously, the one with the most subscribers—me, Yuki-sama—must’ve gotten the most donos—

“About… 60 million won, maybe?”

“…What?”

“There were a few people unusually obsessed with animal ears, so… haha…”

“……”

Furries… what’s with your infiltration power?

As expected of beings who are everywhere and nowhere at once.

Still, with that kind of absurd capital floating around, I guess it wasn’t that shocking.

Not that it made me feel any better about it.

“…Tch.”

“Eh? Yuki, are you sulking?”

“No, I’m not sulking.”

Jealousy made me puff out my cheeks, and I snatched a piece of meat that the manager was grilling.

Then I dipped the half-raw beef in ssamjang with a bit of garlic and popped it in my mouth.

“…Um, Yuki, could you please wait until it’s fully cooked?”

Was the manager getting annoyed by how much half-cooked meat I was stealing?

Her forehead veins popped as she slammed more raw beef onto the grill.

“I told you, medium rare. This way it’s not tough.”

“If anything, that’s just raw…”

“Rin, stay out of this. You know people eat beef sashimi too, right?”

“You literally just said ‘medium rare’ a second ago…”

“Mind your business.”

Honestly, I was halfway gone by this point—thanks to the rare protein finally reaching my starving stomach.

God, beef is f*cking amazing.

It just melts the second it hits your tongue.

And that umami? It’s practically erotic.

This… This is the birthright of apex predators.

I should be grateful to my ancestors for granting me power over the food chain.

I was so busy stuffing my face, I didn’t realize how much time had passed.

Only after demolishing two servings of premium A++ Korean beef did my brain finally reboot.

With a steady grip, I picked up my chopsticks again, ready for round two of this feast.

“Ajumma!! Four bottles of beer, please!!”

“Y-Yuki unnie? You’re drinking?”

“Of course~ It’s a party! One bottle per person is standard!”

Rin looked at me with wide bunny eyes at the sudden order.

As I played it cool, the manager chimed in, now wearing a worry line on her brow.

“…Are you sure, Yuki? If you get blackout drunk, I’m dumping you on the street.”

“I told you, I can handle my booze!”

Back in the day, I could down vodka like water and still stand straight.

Sure, part of it was being a man back then, but more importantly—this cute girl body I’ve got now is built like a tank.

[TL Note: She’s implying her body handles alcohol unusually well.]

No way I’m getting wasted off just one beer.

“Um… Yuki? I’m not very good with alcohol…”

Meanwhile, Miho looked visibly uncomfortable.

Of course, mama’s gotta be a lightweight, right?

Though, imagining Miho as some kind of raging alcoholic is… weird in its own way.

“Come on, just one drink’s fine, isn’t it? It’s a celebration!”

“Haha… well, just one…”

“Yuki, don’t pressure Miho. She might really not be able to handle alcohol.”

“Hey, when did I pressure anyone? Miho said she’d drink, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yeah… I did.”

“Siiigh…”

Miho gave an awkward laugh, and the manager wiped her face like she’d just aged a year.

I don’t know why they’re acting like I forced her.

I just wanna bond with my friends over drinks. That’s it.

‘Pressure’? Never did such a thing.

“Four beers, coming up~”

Before long, the server arrived with our drinks.

I hooked a spoon under a bottle cap and popped it off with a satisfying POP!

Golden liquid flowed into four glasses, bubbling and fizzing like something out of a soda ad.

Just watching it was refreshing enough.

“Well then—cheers to LunaVerse KR’s meteoric rise~! Cheers!”

“…Cheers!”

“C-Cheers…”

“……”

The glasses met at the center of the table with a clink.

And as the crisp carbonation slid down our throats, the real drinking began.

“Bwaaaaaaah~”

A shrill, adorably pathetic sob rang out from a woman’s lips.

Then she hugged me like a stuffed animal and started bawling even harder than before.

“You’re all so mean… s-so meeean…”

“……”

“Why am I the only one getting old… Everyone else is so cute…”

Believe it or not…

That was Miho.

Yeah.

“Bwaaaaah~”

Mama was full-on baby-mode right now.

“Miho? I think you’re a little drunk—let’s take a breather, okay?”

Sweating bullets, I tried to calm her down.

It didn’t work.

With her alcohol-fueled restraints fully disabled, Miho slipped her hand into my clothes and started rubbing my belly.

“Y-YOU CRAZY WOMAN!!”

“Hehe… So soft~”

“W-Where the hell are you touching!?”

“I want soft, pale skin too~ I don’t wanna get ooold~!”

I tried pushing her off with a shout, but it was useless.

The size difference meant I couldn’t overpower her.

She reached out with her free hand and started squeezing my cheek.

After letting her toy with my face for a while, I suddenly found my head engulfed in two giant boob-pillows.

“Hehe… you’re like a doll…”

“I—I can’t breathe…”

Seriously, how does someone with tits that big have this much strength?

No matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t shake free.

And to make matters worse, her clothes… kinda smelled really nice…

Crap. Danger alert.

My consciousness is starting to fade…

My face turned pale from lack of oxygen.

Right as I was on the verge of death-by-boob-smother—

“Your hair’s so floofy…”

Miho finally released the hug just in time and started playing with my hair instead.

Her hands moved like a stylist’s—precise and dazzling.

In just moments, my plain hair was styled into a two-side-up look, identical to my streaming hairstyle.

“Hehe… it’s Yuki, just like on stream…”

“W-What the hell are you doing!?”

“Cute…”

“You’re so cute…”

“I am NOT a living doll for hair practice!!”

Wait—where did she even get hair ties?

And how the hell did she pull this off in seconds!?

I looked into Miho’s eyes.

They had no shine. No sparkle. Just the abyss, staring back.

Even at a glance, her eyes radiated madness—definitely not the eyes of a normal human being.

Drunk Miho is terrifying…

She’s not mama anymore—she’s gone full yandere.

[TL Note: ‘Yandere’ is a character archetype for someone who becomes psychotically obsessed, often in romance.]

No matter what, I am NEVER letting her drink again.

If I’m not careful, I’ll end up as Kim / Seo / Eun instead of Kim Seo-eun…

“Hehe~ What should I try next~?”

“Rin… please… do something about Miho…”

Unable to take it anymore, I turned to Rin—who was calmly sipping her beer beside me—for help.

But—

“Ahaha… ahahahaha…”

She just gave me an awkward laugh and looked away.

As I watched her betray me with her apathy—

“Kyaa!!”

“Hehe, gotcha!”

Miho’s grabby hands came for me again.

She immediately started groping my whole body in a weirdly lewd way.

Her pale, elegant fingers wriggled like centipedes as they sensually roamed over my soft, fragile body.

“Hhnngh… Hyah! S-Stop it…”

“Ssssshhh… haah… you smell so good…”

“Hggiiih! N-Not thereee~!”

She touched a sensitive spot, and I couldn’t stop a moan from escaping.

Hearing that, Rin blushed bright red, and all the other customers in the restaurant started turning to look.

Dozens of eyes were now violating me with their gaze…

To have this many people watching me like this…

My… my body…

It’s… it’s starting to feel…

W-Weirdgg—

……

…

……?

Suddenly, Miho’s hand stopped.

Confused, I turned around—and saw her slumped over silently, head down.

“……”

“M-Miho…?”

“Snoooore…”

She started snoring.

As I slowly pulled myself away, her body slumped down and collapsed on the floor.

Honestly?

Now that she was passed out, she looked really good.

Her clothes were disheveled from all the drunken chaos, revealing an adult-style set of underwear.

The enormous boobs spilling out of it easily looked past a G-cup.

Man, must be nice to have boobs like that.

No matter how hard I try, I’m barely an A-cup…

I wanna have some boing-boing of my own and get jealous glances too…

…Though I could do without the pervy stares from guys.

Below the chest, even through tight jeans, the curve of her butt was totally visible.

If I were still a guy, my “lower half” definitely would’ve stood at attention.

Moments like this, I’m so glad I’m a girl now.

I can stare all I want at this blessed view without worrying about getting arrested.

Truly, life is good.

SLAM!

Just then, the manager—who’d been totally quiet until now—slammed her glass on the table.

“Fffffuck…”

“Manager…?”

“M-Manager-nim? Are you okay?”

“I’m fiiiine… I’m not even drunk…”

She spoke in a weirdly high-pitched, slurred voice, then reached for her beer—and knocked it over completely.

“KYAH!”

“I SAID I’M NOT DRUNK!!”

“Your tongue’s literally twisted…”

“Why is everyone always on my case… hic, like seriously, whyyy…”

Yup. She’s wasted.

Like, fully wasted.

Both Miho and the manager passed out after one drink.

They must be really lightweight.

“Fu*king Yuki, you crazy b*tch… It’s all your fault… I… I…!!”

Suddenly, the manager looked my way and went into a full meltdown.

She slammed the poor table again, pointed at me, and exploded with rage.

“STOP WITH THE GODDAMN s*x JOKES, YOU PSYCHO!!! WHY IS IT A FLAMEWAR EVERY SINGLE STREAM!?!?”

“Hey, come on—it’s not every stream.”

“SHUT UP, YOU B*TCH!!!”

“Nope :)”

“FUUUUUUU*K!!!”

Wow. The manager gets super foul-mouthed when she’s drunk.

Normally she uses polite speech all the time—except when she’s mad at me.
Now she’s just throwing f-bombs like candy.

“You terrible brat… It’s all your fault… I worry about you so much…”

“What the—so all that yelling was because you care?”

“…Shut up. Please just shut up…”

“Manager-san is a tsundere~”

[TL Note: ‘Tsundere’ is a character type who acts cold/harsh but secretly cares.]

Alcohol really brings out the truth in people.

I thought she just hated me because she was always yelling.

But it turns out, she was worried all along?

Makes sense, I guess.

If she really hated me, there’s no way she’d keep covering my messes like this.

Thunk.

And then—

“AAAAAAAH!!!”

The manager suddenly grabbed a beer bottle and screamed like a banshee.

Maybe the shame finally hit her after sobering up a bit?

Her face turned bright red—like a perfectly ripe tomato.

Then she tipped the bottle straight to her mouth and started chugging like her life depended on it.

The beer disappeared down her throat in seconds—

“BUAAARGHH—”

—and she vomited a rainbow right onto the table before collapsing.

“……”

“……”

“So… how do we clean that up?”

“Yeah, uh… good question…”

Miho passed out after groping me.

Manager passed out after hurling on the table.

Our once joyful dinner party had become a disaster of epic proportions.

And the cleanup duty?

Fell on the last two people still standing:

Me and Rin.