[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 31

The storm of passionate emotions burst from my mouth.

Finishing the song with insane vocal skills, the audience, who had fallen into silence, quickly regained their composure and erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

─Clap clap clap clap clap

─Wow!! That was insane!!

Hearing that, Lim Yoo-joon seemed to snap out of it and spoke to me through the mic.

【Wow, I was really shocked. Are you perhaps someone famous?】

“Just an ordinary person.”

【Are you really just an ordinary person? I even felt a bit sorry, wondering if you were a singer and I just didn’t recognize you.】

“Yes, I’m just an ordinary person. But it seems like we’re drawing too much attention, so I think we should go now. We’ll cheer for the concert.”

【Ah! Wait a second!!】

Holding my sister’s hand, I left the plaza, and though I heard Lim Yoo-joon’s voice calling from behind, I didn’t respond and just kept walking away.

The place we arrived at, still holding my sister’s hand, was the smoking area where we’d been hanging out since the afternoon.

I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket, put it in my mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

“Phew─···· That was really overwhelming.”

“Wow···· Ga-eul, how do you sing so well?”

“Pfft, I’m just decent at singing.”

“···· Can you really call that ‘just decent’? What are actual singers supposed to do then?”

[Wow, the room master is a total cheat, insane.]

[The mic suppressor must’ve been broken. She sang like that even with that mic, they need to change it.]

[Ga-eul! Ga-eul! Ga-eul! Ga-eul! Ga-eul!]

[The room master’s mic was really trash.]

[For real, she’s using a good mic like the ones in broadcasts, and it’s insane.]

“Ga-eul, the viewers are spamming the chat like crazy. Look at this.”

At my sister’s words, I took the phone mount and saw the chat exploding.

“You little brats, I didn’t change the mic because you kept whining about it.”

[It was half-joking, half-serious, but now you really need to change it.]

[Did you see Bom Baram and Lim Yoo-joon’s shocked faces earlier? LOLOLOL]

[Our room master makes me so proud.]

[That was so satisfying, my ears are blessed.]

[Bom Baram’s face was so messed up, she looked like a total psycho.]

[Didn’t that psycho Bom Baram try to mess with our room master by shoving the mic at her?]

[For real, it seemed like that. Lim Yoo-joon was totally mesmerized by our room master, and Bom Baram saw that and went crazy.]

[Our room master, forever loyal ^^7]

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“Damn it, stop it, you brats. I’m so embarrassed.”

[Ding!]

[Red Parade has sponsored 10,000,000 won.]

[Damn, what’s the room master doing? That ‘Ga-eul viewer’ pride is so satisfying.]

[Wow, insane 1000 LOLOLOL]

[For real, I’m so proud LOLOL]

“Wow, Red, thank you so much. Isn’t that too much?”

“Last time I checked, your username is the name of a car worth 7 billion won. Do you really own that?”

[Ding!]

[Red Parade has sponsored 1,000,000 won.]

[Yeah, I own two. Red Per and Blue Per. And yeah, I’m rich.]

[No worries.]

[The chairman is seriously filthy rich, damn.]

[Wow, owning two of them, damn, living in a different world.]

[Black Parade is so damn pretty, I’m so jealous.]

[Cha-ching!]

[Red Parade sponsored 1,000,000 won.]

[Red Parade and Black Parade require owning a car from the previous season, so they have more from the same company, lol.]

[“Damn, the chairman talks like he owns several cars in a car game, damn.”]

[Cha-ching!]

[Red Parade sponsored 1,000,000 won.]

[Lol, I’m self-made, so I have nothing to be ashamed of, rather proud.]

[“Damn, the chairman spends 1,000,000 won with just one word, is this real life? Lol.”]

[Ah, this is the average for Han Ga-eul’s broadcast viewers, this is what I’m talking about.]

[The chairman alone is doing the work of 10,000 people to raise the average, lol.]

[How rich is he? I wonder if rich people don’t get stabbed.]

[“Yeah, how rich is he?”]

[Cha-ching!]

[Red Parade sponsored 1,000,000 won.]

[Not super rich, just a regular upper-class rich, lol.]

[“Why is this rich guy watching a stream?”]

[Cha-ching!]

[Red Parade sponsored 1,000,000 won.]

[It’s passive income, no worries about living expenses for life, nothing to do so watching the stream, crazy fun lol.]

[Even the rich watch streams.]

[Do rich people also lick yogurt lids?]

[Passive income is the most enviable, damn.]

[Cha-ching!]

[Red Parade sponsored 1,000,000 won.]

[Rich people also lick yogurt lids, eat ramen, watch streams, and take dumps, you idiots, rich people are human too.]

[“Pfft, really licking yogurt lids? That’s so funny.”]

While chatting and laughing with the viewers, Eonni asked curiously.

“Ga-eul, is this the chairman you mentioned earlier?”

“Yeah, he owns several 7-billion-won cars and even licks yogurt lids.”

“Wow, he’s really rich. Ga-eul, your viewers are all cheerful and fun.”

“They might seem a bit crazy, but they’re actually honest, they hate pretentiousness. They’re just too honest, so they seem like wild animals.”

[Deputy Commander, loyal life ^^7]

[Lol, you’re crazier than us, why are you saying that to us?]

[Lol, you’re the crazy one here, why are you saying that to us?]

“Damn, should we check out our baby’s mana?”

[Kyaaa, mana!]

[Han Ga-eul! Han Ga-eul! Han Ga-eul! Han Ga-eul!]

[Anyone messing with our chief will lose their head, no second warnings.]

[Let’s send Mana to the National Assembly!]

“Ga-eul, it’s already gotten really dark.”

“Yeah, what should we do now? Want to have a drink?”

“Ga-eul, do you like alcohol?”

“Yeah, I like it, so I drink often.”

While chatting, we put out our cigarettes and went outside, where we saw a man in his mid-30s heading towards the smoking area.

“Excuse me.”

We thought he was coming to smoke, but he suddenly spoke to us.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Lim Yoo-joon’s manager.”

“Okay, so?”

The self-proclaimed manager, who had been listening to my response, took the mount from my hand again, looked at my sister who was filming me, and then came out with a sudden remark.

“Are you perhaps doing a personal broadcast?”

“Yes, why?”

“Please turn off the broadcast.”

“Huh?”

“I have something to say, so please turn off the broadcast.”

Hearing that, my sister and I were dumbfounded, and the viewers went wild.

[What the hell is that bastard doing?]

[Who does he think he is, lol, is the manager some kind of official?]

“Why the hell should I turn off my broadcast, you idiot bastard.”

Hearing my words, the manager was stunned and asked again as if he hadn’t heard correctly.

“…Yes?”

“What do you mean ‘yes,’ you bastard? Did you stuff a dick in your ear? Who the hell are you to tell me to turn off my broadcast, you fucking idiot worm.”

The manager’s face turned red and then he spoke again.

“I think you misunderstood me. I’m the manager of singer Lim Yoo-joon. He has a message for you, so please turn off the broadcast.”

“I heard you just fine, you bastard. Is the dick stuck in your ear your master’s? Did the cum your master shot into your ear crawl all the way to your brain so you can’t understand properly? Who the hell are you to tell me to turn off my broadcast?”

“Fuck… what kind of bitch is this?”

“Did you get left on Mount Everest as a child? Where did you sell your manners, you idiot? Go suck your master’s dick and asshole, he must be lonely, you moron.”

“Fuck! You don’t even know how to be grateful. I said the celebrity has a message for you!”

“You know how to say ‘fuck’ but you don’t know how to tone down your damn authoritative attitude, you bastard. Go learn some manners from your parents, bring them back from Everest. I should ask why they didn’t teach you any manners.”

“Fuck, are you done?”

“No, not yet, you irredeemable nuclear waste. What kind of shit-filled, shit-headed bastard like you is walking around? You’re not worth existing, so why don’t you just go die and stop bothering people?”

Ignoring the panting idiot, I took the phone mount from my sister.

“Autumn, hold on, you can’t film the other person with that.”

“Huh? Eonni, how did you know? I was thinking of smashing that bastard’s head with this if he kept messing around.”

“Uh… I meant filming, but you were going to hit him with it?”

“Yeah, the bottom part is pretty sharp.”

“That’s even worse!”

“What’s worse? If I smash that bastard’s head full of his master’s cum instead of manners and end up in jail, I’ll just ask the chairman to bail me out.”

“Hey, Autumn, calm down.”

“Eonni, money can do anything, and if it doesn’t work, it’s because there wasn’t enough money, right, Red?”

[Cha-ching!]

[Red Parade has sponsored 1,000,000 won]

[Lol, just trust me, I’ll make sure to clean up properly, lol]

“Wow, our god Red is the best.”

[Cha-ching!]

[Red Parade has sponsored 10,000,000 won]

[Lol, but if a body shows up, it’s a hassle to clean up, so just half-kill him]

“Hey, you bastards, grab your sashimi knives and run to Rodeo Plaza. Fuck, I need to drown that damn bastard.”

Even though my playful words wouldn’t fool a child, the loud sound of a 10 million won sponsorship coming from my phone made me realize this was no joke. My face turned pale, and I quickly turned around and started running towards the plaza.

As the self-proclaimed manager ran away, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Ah, this is so fucking stressful.”

[Damn, the room master’s words are so intense lol]

[But seriously, people like that actually exist in real life? I thought they were only in dramas.]

[Damn, she really seems like a crazy bitch.]

[Is it over, Eyes? I just changed my panties and came back.]

[Fuck, I sharpened all the sashimi knives, but where did that bastard go?]

[I filled the flamethrower with oil, but it’s a shame.]

[Damn, I love hearing her swear with that pretty mouth.]

“You guys like the weirdest things, you idiots. It’s not good.”

[I knew Bom Baram was a crazy bitch from the moment she shoved the mic in my face. Birds of a feather flock together.]

[That bitch did it on purpose, it’s a kingly move.]

“Enough, you bastards. It’s tiring to care. I just want to live comfortably.”

[Her appearance was already messed up, Room Master.]

[For real lol, it’s already messed up.]

[Damn, even with that shitty beat, she’s still so pretty.]

“Ah, it’s god-tier, but you kids don’t know the true taste of god-tier.”

[Then use something more normal, damn, the sunglasses are too dark.]

“Hello there.”

While smoking, someone called out to me from behind.

[Damn, is she back?]

[This time, I’m really leaving.]

“I really like you, can I get your number?”

“…I like you too. I’m not a weirdo, just a student studying life. You have such a good energy, teacher.”

“Ah… really? I think I’ve heard that a lot.”

“Yes. But that good energy is being blocked by your ancestors. To release it, you need to perform a ritual.”

“Suddenly a ritual?”

“Of course! It’s absolutely necessary. Your life could get tough because of your ancestors. Why don’t you come with me to where I study? Are you healthy? Any illnesses?”

[You crazy bitch, stop lololol]

[Damn, she’s not after money but organs lol]

[This crazy bitch is definitely Han Ga-eul.]