The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 35: The Cheetah(?) Is Laughing Right Now.

The sun rose, and birds chirped outside.

Lyla’s eyes fluttered open, feeling more refreshed than usual.

“Uh, huh...?”

Her pupils trembled like there’d been an earthquake.

She frantically touched her body—she wasn’t in the same clothes as yesterday. She was wearing a clean, oversized shirt.

Her heart immediately started pounding out of control.

“D-Don’t tell me... did I finally do it with the Hero...?!”

Her hand crept under the blanket, cautiously.

She’d waited so long for this day, never even glancing at the other suitors who came her way.

But... there was no soreness, no tenderness—nothing at all. The bed felt fresh and untouched.

“Why am I fine? I heard your first time’s supposed to hurt?”

Even so, a giddy little smile slipped out.

She was already imagining seeing her grandkids.

“Hyaaa...! I don’t remember anything! I must be out of my damn mind!”

Clutching her pounding heart, she calmly scanned her surroundings.

But instead of what she’d hoped for, there was only one pillow.

No... trace of anything.

And this wasn’t her room. Or the Hero’s. It was the master bedroom.

The moment it all clicked in her head, Lyla’s eyes went ice-cold.

“Ah...”

All that foot-stomping happiness she’d been basking in?

Turns out it was just delusion.

The realization hit hard. Her heart, which had been soaring, crashed into the floor.

Still, the fact that her clothes had changed meant someone had dressed her.

Even if she hadn’t meant to, she’d shown the Hero her beautiful, pure, untouched—well, you know.

“He definitely noticed...!”

Her mood lifted just a bit again.

Grinning like an idiot, she tidied up her shirt and stepped outside.

It was the weekend, so Mom was already making breakfast.

“Mom, I’m sorry...”

“It’s fine, sweetheart. You do realize I’m an S-rank Hunter, right? Helping a girl change clothes isn’t exactly a challenge~”

Turns out it wasn’t the Hero who changed her clothes.

It was Mom.

Her heart, which had barely floated back up, now plunged straight through the earth’s crust.

****

Clink, clink...

Normally, this would be the time for casual chatter, but the only sounds at the table were utensils on plates.

We both just quietly ate.

Eventually, Mom couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“Did you two get in a fight?”

“Nope. Why would we?”

“There’s no reason to fight with the Hero...”

Lyla, probably still embarrassed by what she did last night, seemed noticeably subdued.

Me? I felt weird after talking with the chat during last night’s drunk stream.

‘Damn it. Alcohol’s the real enemy here...’

Bits and pieces of the chat started coming back to me.

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Virgin alert: that wasn’t a misunderstanding, it was obvious AF lmao

I’ve never seen anyone more hopeless than this dude

Looks like the kinda guy who’s slept with dozens, but he’s totally clueless lol

Okay, yeah, that last one got banned.

Anyway, the reason she’s always clinging to me, always touchy?

I figured it was because I gave her freedom after pulling her out of that convent when she was a kid. I thought it was just some fatherly or brotherly attachment.

I mean, emotions like that were a luxury for people like us who always lived on the battlefield.

‘Or maybe... maybe I kept denying it because I knew I’d have to return to Earth someday.’

Shit. I’m screwed.

How the hell am I supposed to look Lyla in the eye while streaming now?

After we finished eating, we cleaned up and headed back to the room.

[ zlSuperStrongHero: Hangover ]

[S-ranks get hangovers?]

[Is this real life?]

[lmao dumbass]

Normally, I’d have handled the stream like a pro. But something was off today.

[SaintessFootTowel has donated 10,000 WATs!]

Are you two fighting? Why does the Saintess look so dead inside?

“You’re just like my mom...”

We didn’t fight at all.

I just... couldn’t bring myself to look at Lyla.

[Something's sus...]

[Wait, did you two yesterday—!?]

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[Mod flexing his banhammer lol]

[Lmao it’s always awkward the next day after your first time]

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I purged the feed of those degenerates spouting nonsense.

Then the chat turned dramatic.

[A brave soldier has fallen...]

[We’ll never forget your sacrifice, comrade.]

[Rest in peace, champ.]

“You wanna get banned too?”

They just love making people squirm, don’t they?

Like I’m not already mentally spiraling.

[SaintessFootTowel has donated 10,000 WATs!]

(Video dono)

A video popped up, and I clicked without thinking.

And there it was—drunk me, on stream, talking to chat.

“Lyla? Yeah, she’s pretty... Honestly, she puts me in awkward spots sometimes.”

“Dating Lyla? I mean, I guess that’d be nice...”

“She confesses first? I can’t even imagine it...”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!”

A level of cringe that could raise the dead.

It felt like our private group chat had been broadcast to the world.

[Rare sighting of Song Hun blushing]

[Ooooh~ this might actually be real]

[“Might”? Bitch please lmao]

[Is she a girl-dog or what?]

A string of profanities shot out of my mouth before my brain could process them.

I braced myself for Lyla’s signature claw attack.

‘...?’

Nothing happened.

I turned to the side—and there she was, lips curled into a smug grin, looking way too pleased with herself.

“Hmph~?”

[SaintessFootTowel has donated 10,000 WATs!]

Any guy who doesn’t think the Saintess is hot is either impotent or gay. I’ll vouch for that.

[Okay but who asked you lol]

[And who tf are you to vouch for anything?]

“Sigh... fine. I’ll admit Lyla’s... on the pretty side.”

I glanced back at the screen and resumed chatting with the viewers.

Lyla sat beside me, giggling like she’d won something.

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Then one comment slipped past while I wasn’t looking:

[Look at those Saintess eyes. This man’s gonna get devoured real soon...]

In that moment, Song Hun—the idiot streaming—missed both the chat and the glint in Lyla’s eye.

She was staring at him, eyes gleaming like a predator closing in.

And the viewers?

They silently paid respects to their brave, doomed Hero.

****

It had already been two hours since we started streaming together.

The Hero had stepped away for a moment to take a call.

“All the people I met at the party seemed really nice.”

Lyla was hosting the stream solo, chatting with the viewers.

But her mind was definitely elsewhere.

‘The way the Hero looked at me... He’s definitely aware of me now.’

That alone was enough for her.

She’d been studying diligently. She listened to stories from his mom about his past, looked into his hobbies, figured out what kind of woman he liked.

‘Just waiting for someone to notice you? That’s just dumb... You’ve gotta take what you want.’

She couldn’t stop smiling, already imagining the future she would build.

[Saintess is scaring me with that face...]

[What kind of thoughts are making you smile like that...?]

“Huh? Oh, I was just remembering how fun the party was.”

A clueless Hero who can’t even pick up on obvious signs?

Didn’t matter.

She only needed him to look her way once.

And the moment he did—snap—she’d sink her claws in.

‘I’m never letting go...’

Isn’t the classic happy ending where the Hero ends up with the Saintess?

She’d make sure he became someone who couldn’t live without her.

‘I’ve already figured out his tastes based on all the videos he kept...’

Well—she deleted all of them out of pure spite, of course.

‘Fufufu...’

No matter what, she’d achieve what couldn’t be achieved back in Everheim—right here on Earth.

And if possible, raise a bunch of kids who looked just like the Hero.

‘Hmm... maybe start with three?’

If she handed over some bunny-like grandkids, his mom would definitely be thrilled.

...Probably?

****

Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine in the middle of the call.

I couldn’t even remember the last time I felt hot or cold.

“Ugh... what the hell was that chill...”

“...Anyway, that’s why I’m asking you this personally...”

The guy I was talking to was none other than the Chief Presidential Secretary.

He was politely requesting me to visit the Blue House to receive an official commendation.

‘Normally, a streamer should never get involved in politics or gender issues...’

But this guy was practically begging.

It was obvious there was something else beneath the surface.

“I’ll be honest with you.”

So I laid it all out—my worries, my frustrations.

I wasn’t sure if a guy like him really understood how streamers lived, but he made the right noises and actually listened.

“If this is just about taking a photo with me to boost approval ratings...”

“Absolutely not! I swear, it’s nothing like that!”

Phones these days are great.

They automatically record all your calls.

There was a moment of silence, and then his tone shifted—serious now.

“Actually... it’s about China. Their economic pressure and sanctions are becoming a real threat.”

“...And what does that have to do with a commendation, exactly?”

Apparently, the Blue House needed a public excuse to meet with me.

That excuse? Handing over an award.

If the president met privately with a Hunter, rumors would fly no matter what.

‘Goddamn it. You could’ve just told me that from the start...’

Still not used to the way these government types beat around the bush.