Friede went on another streaming break after her early morning broadcast that day.
It was a true case of mindless seclusion… Even when an angry mob of viewers lit up the message boards with complaints, the broadcast remained silent.
Eventually, the viewers, worn out from their efforts to get a reaction from Friede, shifted their attention elsewhere.
Instead of her unresponsive channel, they turned to a place that provided more immediate, vivid responses.
And that target was…
***
[LimitZero donated 250,000 won!
—Forming, you said you saw Friede’s face? Is she pretty? What does she look like? Is she blonde?]
“Ah, yes. Thank you for the donation, LimitZero. But I’ve decided to keep quiet about my sister. If you keep this up, I’ll have to ban you.”
[Forming is sweet again today, thanks to Friede.]
[How many times is this now? LOL]
[Are these people even functioning in real life? Please tell me they are.]
[Nope, they’re just leeches sucking their mom’s wallets dry for donations.]
[Hey, stop with the nasty comments. Ugh.]
[Anyway, how was Friede’s face? No photos?]
‘How many times had this happened already?’
The viewers were chattering like jesters, spitting out comments at rapid speed, but ultimately, it boiled down to one thing: their desire to learn something, anything, about Friede—an obsessive, lowly attempt to grasp at her secrets.
‘This is exhausting, seriously.’
‘Should I take a break, too?’
Even though I’d set the donation minimum to 200,000 won, this was already the 14th donation of the day.
Forming grumbled internally as she increased the donation limit to 300,000 won.
Sure, it was sweet in its own way, but the constant chirping about Friede’s face here, there, and everywhere made her frown involuntarily.
At this rate, the stream’s content and even the streamer herself were being consumed by the mood of the crowd.
‘Why do I have to put up with this?’
She asked herself the question, but the answer came easily.
Because she was the easiest target.
Among the industry figures associated with Friede’s alleged face reveal, there were only three nicknames: Lotus, Forming, and Ajin.
Ajin, being an editor with no contact with the audience, was out of the picture.
Lotus was a franchise star for a prestigious team.
Meanwhile, Forming was just an exposed streamer with no backing—a perfect punching bag for those obsessed with Friede’s face reveal.
Though a strong urge to overturn everything boiled inside her, she couldn’t act on it.
After all, this was part of the service industry.
“Alright, enough about my sister, Friede! Instead, I’ve got a new game I’d like to try today….”
Since her job was to sell smiles and content to viewers, giving in to impulse wasn’t an option.
‘Fine. Always smile, no matter what.’
A big smile.
***
[TaegukPenguin donated 450,000 won!
—Forming, you bitch. Are you turning into your sister? Stop with those sexyy game jokes and spill what you two did together. That’s the content we want, you clueless idiot.]
To the explosive cry of independence from a hefty donation, Forming silently banned the user.
The banned viewer, who had thrown away 450,000 won in an instant, left a figurative shadow in their wake, and the chat window erupted once more.
[What a savage move! That’s like a colonial officer!]
[Colonial officer? More like a hero fighting capitalism with pure Marxist spirit!]
[Tiananmen Square! It’s Tiananmen!]
[Even the great Friede is defended by her loyal Forming!]
[Then who’s her left-hand protector?]
[Lotus.]
[You crazy old boomers! Get lost already!]
[No way, Friede isn’t some demon queen—she’s a hero!]
Although Forming’s stream wasn’t originally a battleground for fiery clashes, today’s broadcast had turned into a fierce showdown, with everyone clenching their teeth and veins popping.
[No one told you to leak personal info; just give us a vague description, you dumbitch!]
[Forming even matched outfits with Friede once. Highly suspicious, don’t you think?]
[We’re not asking for much—just tell us if she’s a stick with slit eyes or a fat blob with acne!]
Wow. Unbelievable.
Even her long-time viewers seemed subtly hopeful for answers, leaving Forming feeling dizzy.
“Alright, alright. I’ll explain briefly, but that’s it. This is a privacy issue for my sister, okay?”
Massaging her temples, she abandoned the game she’d planned to play and closed her eyes, trying to recall Friede’s appearance.
She was like sunlight, floating high in the distant sky.
The sheer intensity of her beauty made it hard for Forming to focus, so she deliberately tried to concentrate.
Without doing so, her sister’s stunning appearance would not come to mind clearly.
“Blonde. Really long. It reaches down to her hips.”
[Oh wow, hair long enough to cover her hips!]
[That’s some luscious hair—makes my mouth water.]
[If her hair’s that long, it must be hard to manage. Friede must be pretty determined, huh?]
“Well, anyway, even as a woman, I have to say she’s unbelievably beautiful. That’s all.”
[How beautiful? Come on, just tell us!]
[Give an example of an actress she looks like.]
[Is she the type of beauty that makes you die from cuteness overload?]
“Actress? She’s not someone who can be compared to an actress.”
[Is she as stunning as that one idol from the opening show?]
The blatantly lustful questions made Forming frown as she maintained a vague stance.
She didn’t want to reveal more, but she also didn’t want to downplay Friede’s beauty.
This ambiguous explanation didn’t satisfy the viewers’ curiosity, and the chat filled with hook and flame emojis.
Even then, Forming refused to say another word.
Ultimately, Forming’s broadcast ended much earlier than planned, as she could no longer endure the situation.
“Ugh!”
Forming let out a sigh, removed her virtual reality gear, and stretched her neck.
Sitting nearby, Pepe grinned mischievously as he commented.
“See, Dayoung-gay. This isn’t a festival; it’s a funeral.”
Pepe wore a sly smile as he watched the current situation with great interest.
***
Even after several days, the “Friede Face Reveal” drama showed no signs of dying down.
No, it was gaining even more momentum, making this the perfect scenario to enjoy with popcorn in hand.
Perhaps feeling the pressure from this excessive fervor, Bitch-Sehee hadn’t streamed since the issue began.
“Nice. It tastes so sweet,” Pepe murmured, savoring the moment.
Bitch-Sehee usually had a specific saying for situations like this.
“Cheers-nu.”
The only regret was not having a beer in hand.
A face reveal… It was undoubtedly a massive topic.
“Dayoung-gay. Shouldn’t you get involved when Bitch-Sehee does her face reveal? You know, piggyback off her momentum?”
“What?”
Dayoung scoffed.
“What was this talk of piggybacking when her sister was doing a face reveal? She had no desire to get involved in some dramatic, soda-filled scenario.”
“Don’t talk nonsense. If you say anything weird to my sister, you’ll get scolded.”
“Don’t worry, Dayoung-gay. Trust is my middle name.”
“Yeah, sure.”
She knew better.
‘Tch,’ she clicked her tongue internally.
This was why Pepe would never make it in the big leagues.
There’s no reason to view connections negatively.
Mutual support among allies is essential.
‘Did she not realize that Bitch-Sehee’s face reveal stream was an untapped gold mine?’
‘It was frustrating enough to elicit a sigh.’
‘A bouquet isn’t made up of just one flower.’
‘A variety of blooms surrounding the centerpiece makes the central flower stand out even more.’
‘At a time like this, if Dayoung joined the event, Friede would shine, and Dayoung’s presence would also grow. It was the so-called “win-win scenario.”‘
‘The question was how to naturally create content that tied Dayoung to Bitch-Sehee’s face reveal.’
‘If I force it, she’ll refuse a hundred or even a thousand times.’
Taking it more seriously than a fight against the demon king, Pepe’s mind raced until a bolt of inspiration struck like lightning.
“This is the perfect moment to use the strategy of fighting fire with fire.”
An official event could be hosted.
‘Though I’d hate to bring in an uninvited guest along with Dayoung…’
This might be a job for SweetHanNam.
Yeah, nothing in this world is eternal.
No fact can remain hidden forever.
People would surely question why a game streamer, with such skills and looks, was holding back.
Perhaps they’d call it a happy dilemma, the kind only unpopular streamers could dream of.
Still, I found myself sitting at my computer, staring blankly at the monitor.
When the time came, this hesitation would prove useless—a waste of thought.
***
Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 10 p.m.
It was a bit late, but for students, office workers, and anyone who had just wrapped up their day, this was the time to unwind.
Well, except for those stuck in overtime or at cram school—they deserved a moment of silence.
‘Shall we begin?’
Turning on the computer, I deliberately avoided the virtual reality setup.
Reality was the best way to quell this controversy.
Dragging this out any further would only make things worse.
‘If only I’d handled this with the utmost care earlier.’
No, there was no use in such thoughts now.
I shook my head.
Unpeeling this onion layer by layer would only exhaust me in the end.
Even if I felt fine now, there’d come a day when I wouldn’t be able to endure it and would spill everything in a fit of rage.
‘In that case… wouldn’t it be better to cleanly reveal everything while I was still in control?’
Adjusting the settings on my streaming channel, I typed out a clear and definitive broadcast title:
[Friede Face Cam]
Broadcast Start.