Yu-ra Kang was confident in her drinking capacity.
It was inevitable, given the environment she'd been born into where alcohol was unavoidable.
How many times in her life had guys tried to get her drunk out of her mind?
To protect herself from those types, her tolerance had naturally built up.
So it was laughable that she'd thought, against this guy Ha-rang Lee she'd just met—who kept making her feel oddly defeated—she'd at least win in a drinking contest.
"No way! Five bottles of soju is insane tolerance!"
"Is it?"
"Yes!"
She'd even lost in drinking.
My tolerance isn't that great. I can only handle five bottles of soju.
Seeing Ha-rang say it so casually, both Jun-su Kim and Yu-ra thought it sounded like total bullshit.
Could "I can't hold my liquor" and "five bottles of soju" really come out of the same mouth?
Sure, by hardcore drinker standards, maybe. But five bottles was damn good by normal people metrics.
Was he a natural lightweight? His face didn't show it, though.
If that was acting, Ha-rang should ditch streaming for movies.
In truth, Ha-rang meant it sincerely.
Back in his Ugly Ha-rang days, he could drink even more. But after becoming Heavenly Ha-rang, his limit had dropped—which was a fact.
The body's lingering memories pegged the tolerance at five bottles.
Ugly Ha-rang had no choice but to think, This body's not great with booze, huh.
And that led to this unintentional deception.
"Hoo."
Had that gotten under her skin?
Yu-ra slammed her glass down with a clack and refilled it.
Then, without any side dish, she downed three shots in a row. As the buzz hit, she grumbled at Ha-rang—half complaint, half sigh.
"Do you have to take everything?"
Grumble grumble.
Seeing her pouty face, both Ha-rang and Jun-su's eyes went wide.
Is she...?
Drunk and sulky...?
Jun-su had collabed with her plenty, but this was the first time he'd seen Yu-ra like this.
"Pretty, nice personality, good at games, and now tolerance too..."
Truth was, Yu-ra was buzzed right now.
Her temper had flared, making the alcohol hit faster.
So she was borrowing the booze's courage to say this stuff.
"Even a real girl—or whatever, any girl—would be jealous, so... just be proud of it."
She'd learned Ha-rang's dark past from Green Wiki.
Seeing parallels with her own history, she'd wanted to offer some comfort.
Sober, it would've been tough. But tipsy like this, she could forget the embarrassment.
As someone who'd been through similar pain, she knew firsthand how much those words of solace could help—so she had to say it.
Ha-rang nodded with a smile at Yu-ra's words.
"Thank you."
And as if in return, he politely gripped the soju bottle with both hands and refilled her empty glass...
💬 Twinkle Chat- Bishoujo serving drinks...! This is rare stuff.- But... she's an adult, right? Watching that face chug booze feels like peeking at a drunk idol live.- Ooh~ Booze-loving girls are my type. Pretty Boy's my oshi starting today.- ?? Dude's a guy.- Kehehe! Treat 'em like a girl long enough, and they become one~!- Who cares about gender if it tastes good?
The Starless fans were at it again with their nonsense.
Swept up in the drinking mukbang vibe, viewers flooded the chat with drunken ramblings.
As if absorbing the dizzy, boozy energy from the chat,
"Lemme have one too—."
Jun-su slyly requested a pour like Yu-ra.
Ha-rang flashed him a sweet smile.
"Pour it yourself."
You got no hands? No feet? her eyes said.
Jun-su deflated instantly, sniffling as he self-poured solo.
Ignoring him, Ha-rang kept serving Yu-ra.
- Kya~ Yuri interrupted by a spicy pepper! Love it~- Huh? Not yuri though?- Looks like yuri, so good enough lol.- Ah! So this is pseudo-yuri?
The Starless fans cheered at the sight.
💰 Donation: Mon-Tue-Wed-Thu-Fri-Gold-Gold-Gold (₩50,000)Pretty Boy, feed Yura Yura some side dish with an "ah~."
More.
We want more intense yuri staging!
Ha-rang eyed Yu-ra at the big donor's intent-laden message.
Can I?
They'd only known each other a few hours.
But money was powerful.
Go for it.
Yu-ra read his eyes perfectly and nodded back.
For business, this was nothing.
"Ah♡"
"Ah, ah~."
Even so, doing it made their hands shake.
This is so cringey...!
This isn't my character! I'm losing it.
But with the booze buzz... and 50k wasn't chump change?
For that, this reaction was easy enough.
They shut their eyes and delivered the thick yuri fanservice the viewers craved.
"Mm?!"
The moment she chewed the wrap shoved in her mouth, Yu-ra's eyes watered from the intense garlic and chili blast.
She barely held back a spit-take.
This wasn't some punishment food...
How many raw garlic cloves and green chilies were in that wrap?
Finally swallowing, Yu-ra couldn't hold back and exploded.
"You trying to poison me?!"
"Pardon?"
Ha-rang looked genuinely puzzled, innocently prepping his own wrap.
Piling in more garlic and chilies, no less. Yu-ra shut her mouth.
Not messing with me on purpose...?
Ha-rang munched away, looking delighted, face screaming "what's wrong?"
Yu-ra pointed it out.
"Aren't you eating it too spicy? Your stomach'll hate you."
"Really? Don't you gotta eat it like this with meat...?"
His innocent tone sapped her will to argue. She just chased the spice with booze.
That's when sunken Jun-su perked up again.
"I love garlic and chilies on my meat wraps too, it's fi—."
"Not fine. Make your own."
Caring for others was one thing; wrapping for some dude and going "ah~♡" was another.
She'd do airplane for girls endlessly, but peppers? Hard pass.
Jun-su, who'd hoped to indulge a little crush despite future regrets, got KO'd.
Eyeing him pitifully, Yu-ra crunched carrot to soothe her burning mouth and asked,
"What's your main content plan for the Pretty Boy channel?"
Dipping sashimi in soy-vinegar sauce instead of meat, Ha-rang replied,
"Probably games, since that's what I'm most used to."
Just chit-chat streams felt too bland.
But face-only beauty stuff out of nowhere? No.
Mukbang? He ate well, but not pro-level.
Cooking? Decent home cook, nothing special.
Each lacked punch as a main. And no standout fresh ideas either.
So games as core, with occasional cooking and variety for fun.
"Might be a mishmash, but I decided to shoot my shot."
Life so far: endure and give up.
Now, follow his heart—even if it flops.
"Nothing wrong with that."
Yu-ra nodded approvingly.
"We should collab sometimes."
Today's stream? Newbie? No way—broadcast instincts on point.
Collabs with Pretty Boy? Win for her. And just broadcasting together was fun.
Guy you could touch without weirdness? Wild. Felt less like a guy, lower mental barriers.
She could see them getting along great.
"To that—a toast?"
"Sure."
Glasses clinked, downed in one.
"Ah~."
Buzz or excitement? Yu-ra absentmindedly went to feed Ha-rang.
Too late, cheeks burned realizing her slip,
- It's here it's here it's here!- Kraa~ This is it!
Starless loved it, so she framed it as pro streaming and held back.
Already done anyway.
Plus,
Gotta pay back that punishment wrap.
She got revenge: wasabi-slathered meat, out of Ha-rang's sight.
No matter how spice-proof, wasabi's burn was different.
Meant to make him tear up,
"Hooah~ Meat fed by a beauty truly is top-tier delicacy! No wonder tyrants love their harems."
- Juji what?- Gasp! Such naughty words?- "Juji" from those pretty lips... my juji's reacting.- ?? Don't know "women and children"? Why's juji in it lololol- They know. That's the Starless gentlemen for ya.
Unlike spice-weak Yu-ra, Ha-rang—who truly handled heat—seemed unfazed.
Even straight wasabi? Should react, right?
Competitive now, Yu-ra kept "ah~" feeding spicy terror under yuri business guise. All fails.
At this point, fake a reaction out of courtesy?
Nothing going her way, Yu-ra grumbled and slammed shots in frustration.
That angry drinking was the mistake.
Late night + stream fatigue + rage booze.
The combo hit: usually fine, but she blacked out. Came to in the women's nap room.
Passed out...?
She was always careful at drinks. First time.
How long?
Faintly, Jun-su's voice outside—sounding like stream lines. Room dark, night sky through curtains. Film hadn't cut long.
Instinctively grabbing her smartphone for time, Yu-ra sensed wrongness.
"Huh?"
Someone in her arms.
Precisely: she was clutching someone tight, dakimakura-style.
Gasping, she checked in panic.
"Mm..."
Angel-faced Ha-rang, sleeping.
Seeing him... buried memory surfaced.
Would've been nice if the blackout stayed blacked. But her brain reconnected, recalling.
Drunk her: "Nap time," dragged Ha-rang to nap room, "Hug as pillow for deep sleep."
K-Kill me now...
Viewers probably saw. Wanted to die on the spot.
Then,
"Hm...?"
Ha-rang stirred at her fidgeting, eyes opening.
Eyes met naturally.
Gulp.
Heavy, awkward silence. Yu-ra swallowed dryly.
Should say something—but words failed, lips flapping uselessly.
"Pl-Please... be gentle."
Misunderstanding something, Ha-rang squeezed eyes shut, murmuring.
No comeback.
Truly... hole to crawl into? Yu-ra drowned in shame.
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