Gender Reversed Geum Taeyang - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – Hater of Gangster Jerks

Laughter Suppression Level 999.

“Kuhuhuk…kuhuk.”

-Is this guy not just insane?
-Sir, you’ll end up in hell like that
-Your nickname is totally crazy
-Look how much he loves it

“No. A person can just laugh. How would you guys know why I’m laughing?”

-Change your expression and lie
-That’s a really vicious expression
-Looks like a psycho

For some reason, my tension is rapidly increasing. My mood spontaneously improves. The cold atmosphere from before and the unpleasantness I felt have vanished in an instant.

Is this the feeling of a beast that has found its prey?

Umm…but no, that’s not it. It can’t be that. I can’t admit it.

The reason I, who grew up as an orphan, could always be dignified to myself was because of my ethical mindset.

I didn’t look down on those having a hard time, and I didn’t do to others what I didn’t want done to me. I’ve always acted with dignity towards everyone.

Would I have called myself a sweet guy for no reason?

For me to be an NTR, lusting after someone else’s partner? It’s impossible.

The tension rising in me in real-time…it’s not because of such a vulgar reason.

Probably.

After some self-persuasion, to calm the atmosphere somewhat, I turned on a mild game and continued the broadcast.

But at 1 AM, when the broadcast ended, the atmosphere was…a festival of frenzy itself.

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“Yes, then I’ll wrap up the broadcast here today.”

-Laters
-Laters
-Take care going home
-Just do three more hours and go

Hearing the cute complaints of the viewers, I ended the broadcast.

It’s exactly 12 AM now. A bit late for ordinary people, but for a streamer like me, it’s when work is in full swing.

I have to review the broadcast, see if there were any scenes worth uploading to YouTube, check if I made any mistakes, think about how the viewers reacted, and chat with the managers and editors too.

When I opened the messenger program ‘Discord’, there were several notifications.

It’s the group chat that the managers for my broadcast participate in.

[Sister, you worked hard on the broadcast]
[It was crazy hard honestly]
-What do you mean worked hard. You guys worked hard too, so go get some early rest now.
[Okay gotcha]
[You too sis, don’t stay up late working]
[If you get sick, who’s gonna pay our salaries?]
-Haha get out of here

The younger siblings who work hard behind the scenes for my broadcast. It’s always beautiful to comfort each other’s efforts like this.

It takes the combined efforts of many to create a few hours of broadcast. That’s why I can’t help but love internet broadcasting.

Then another chat came up.

[Sis, I found that guy’s nickname]
-That guy? Who?
[Search ‘Keum Taeyang’ on Twitch. You’ll know when you see it]

Keum Taeyang. Short for “blonde tanned punk.” I learned it from browsing various community sites for the broadcast.

Even looking at it again, it’s not really a nickname I like. What’s so great about a girl who goes around stealing other people’s boyfriends that people call her that?

A streamer using such a nickname probably isn’t a very decent person either. Above all, tanning? Are there really people who do stuff like that?

As I was having those thoughts and putting my mouse cursor on Twitch’s search bar, one person came to mind. Come to think of it, wasn’t there someone like that?

A streamer who would deliberately let his loose clothes slide down when reacting to donations, seemingly without any shame. Thinking back on his demeanor that seemed not to care about decency in front of people, he probably did it on purpose.

There’s a limit to trying to attract viewers with your body – undressing like that in front of people is just unrefined. He really was an improper man, now that I think about it again.

“Keum…Taeyang…”

Blinking my eyes that had gone dry from staring at the monitor for too long, I typed in the three syllables. The search engine showed a male streamer. It was that guy, of course.

He may be good-looking, but he’s not someone I really want to see again. Why did my manager bring up this information again? Keum Taeyang…not someone with good memories.

-Why this guy?

[Want to find one of his clips? The one titled ‘Crazy Bastard’]

What is it about him? Even if it’s a request from my beloved younger sibling, the thought of seeing Keum Taeyang’s face again makes me just want to get it over with quickly, whatever it is.

The clip titled ‘Crazy Bastard’. That aggressive title really suits his image, doesn’t it? With a scornful look on my face, I watch the screen.

The clip is only 30 seconds long with 247 views. Given the overall low view counts of his clips, he seems to still be a small streamer, and I have a passing thought that I hope he stays small.

I may be cursing an unknown person too much, but what does it matter? It’s just my own thoughts. I have my own image of humans that I dislike.

[Sis, this might really be unpleasant…but I felt you should know…]

-Kk I’ll take a look.

When I played the video, a broadcast with a tense atmosphere began playing. Seeing my nickname in the chat, I roughly grasped the situation.

The streamer, who had been frowning, suddenly changed his expression and gave an unpleasant smile.

“Damn. I’ve never seen a face like that in my life. You really have the face of someone full of themselves.”

This punk I’m seeing for the first time is assessing my face, which doesn’t sit well with me.

While I do take a certain pride in my appearance, which is the product of thorough self-management, I didn’t groom myself to be evaluated by a guy like him.

Moreover, why is he swearing so unnecessarily? Doesn’t he think viewers will find it uncomfortable if there’s too much swearing? How much is he looking down on the internet broadcasting industry?

The more I see, the lower my evaluation of this person becomes.

“…? You have a…boyfriend…?”

This bastard?

After assessing my face, he brings up my boyfriend and starts making a weird expression.

This guy. Isn’t he really rude?

Anger is welling up inside me. I don’t like this weirdo messing with me.

“So…you have…a boyfriend?”

……

“F*ck…”

Even though I don’t usually swear much, it’s hard to hold back. Isn’t this going too far?

Why is he even talking about my boyfriend? We don’t even know each other.

Look at that vile expression. What is he trying to do? Is he disrespecting me?

This is why you shouldn’t even associate with punks.

I should have just ignored it when that video donation came into my stream earlier.

[Sis, did you watch it all?]

-Yep, thanks for letting me know, I’ll go first.

[Don’t take his weird talk too seriously]
[And if you need anything, just call me right away. I’ll help you out]
-Got it, you can go now

I turned off the monitor for a bit and laid my body on the chair.

My body is trembling and my teeth are grinding.

I feel really dirty.

How should I respond? Should I post a diss video on this small-time streamer?

…No, I need to calm down first. No right answer will come out when I’m agitated like this.

After closing my eyes for about 5 minutes, my mind gradually calmed down.

And after a little more time passed, I became completely calm. Let me come to a conclusion.

……Yeah, I shouldn’t react.

What that punk wants is probably attention. He deliberately provoked me in front of a lot of people, maybe trying to gather even toxic viewers.

There’s no need for me to play along with that person’s intentions, is there?

Hmm.

I opened the messenger again and left a chat.

-Watch that guy for a while, let me know if he says anything weird again. I’m counting on you.

But if he keeps messing with me, I won’t just stay still.

My head hurts. Although I still have computer work to do, I just shut it down and left the room.

“Ari-ya. Is the broadcast over?”

“…Yeah. I just finished. Were you resting well, Jun-hyeok?”

Jun-hyeok Lee. My childhood friend of 18 years and my boyfriend.

Seeing Jun-hyeok’s face is healing after looking at the unpleasantly born punk. I can’t help but smile.

I wondered if we might be going through a bit of a rut lately, being more lukewarm to each other than before, but thinking about the happiness that wells up just from seeing Jun-hyeok’s face, I must really love him after all.

I gently embraced Jun-hyeok.

I wish this moment could last forever.

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The morning after the third broadcast ended.

My dazed mind was filled only with yesterday’s events.

The suspiciously large influx of viewers from community sites.

If not for my enhanced reflexes from having my body changed, I wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the rapidly rising chat window.

Then my Keum Taeyang instincts emerged and my tension spiked rapidly. I tried hard to control that tension, but to no avail.

I may have made a mistake with the streamer Letre…but well, didn’t she ruin the atmosphere of our broadcast too?

To be precise, the root cause was the viewers of my broadcast, but that’s not important.

The viewer count when the broadcast ended was 230. It might be difficult to break that record for a while, but isn’t it normal for broadcasts to grow slowly unless something special happens?

I just need to faithfully do my evening broadcast today.

My brief reverie was interrupted by a creaking sound.

“Can’t you pull straight?”

The sharp voice scolding me is my own voice right now.

…I’m currently pulling a rickshaw.

Seeing an emaciated grandfather loading a rickshaw with scrap paper, seeming not to have eaten properly, for some reason I felt pity and have been guiding the rickshaw together for 20 minutes.

Someone might call this a simple self-satisfaction, but what does it matter either way? In a world where we live together, if I can help someone while exercising, isn’t that good?

“You’ll hurt your back if you stumble on an uphill road. Be careful.”

“I’ve been doing this for ten years. I know better than you, young man.”

“Heheh…but still. Isn’t it better to be careful?”

“Heheh. This young guy giving me backtalk. Yeah, better to be careful.”

Laughter doesn’t cease in the small space surrounding the rickshaw.

What does it matter that I became Keum Taeyang?

I really do like helping others.