Chapter 27 : Daily date (1)

Their fight wasn’t the typical hair-pulling catfight one might imagine.
It was a serious, all-out brawl.
I wanted to intervene, but the atmosphere clearly screamed ‘stay out of this or you’ll regret it.’
Their hands, veins bulging as they grappled with each other, were frankly, an unpleasant sight.

“Who are you to interfere?!”

“Honestly, I can’t just stand by and watch you two go at it like this.”

“I said I’d share it! I wasn’t going to keep it all to myself!”

“Yet, you’ve been holed up in the corner giggling for the past two hours! What if the game ends before we get a chance?!”

“Seriously?! Do I take that long?”

“Two hours says otherwise!”

I didn’t know when it started, but their conversation suggested they’d been at it for a while.
It seemed they’d planned something together, but their opinions had clashed, leading to this fight.
Unaware or uncaring that I was there, the intensity escalated.
Role reversal or not, it was reaching a point where I really couldn’t intervene.

“Did you just hit me? You really want to go there?”

“Give it to me! Ugh, I haven’t even touched it!”

Clean. Straight shot.
Gaia’s fist landed squarely on Yena’s face.
And thus began the fisticuffs.

Just moments ago, they were taking down zombies, yet now, post-game, they were fighting for real, making me think games could never replicate reality.

Each blow landed with a heavy thud.
The ring above Gaia’s head glowed ominously.
Yena’s usually relaxed smile began to disappear.

I started to wonder why they were fighting so intensely right in front of me, oblivious to my presence, while hiding other things from me.
Judging by their conversation, it seemed trivial.

My waiting room was just a temporary space used before and after the game.
There was nothing special there. It’s usually just used to prep for the next content, change clothes, set up the broadcast with the manager, or chat with viewers.

It’s a virtual space, so there shouldn’t be anything for them to covet.
Why were they fighting so desperately?

Suddenly, I remembered Yena from last night.
Yena pocketing the used tissue…
Yena happily putting that tissue in her mouth…

Something she would be interested in was present in my waiting room, something I only used once.
My civilian clothes.
I had a feeling Yena would be after those.

It was sad to see her reduced from a cheerful, tanned athletic girl to someone who steals used tissues, but I was certain that was it.
With that thought, I turned towards where my clothes were.

The wardrobe, which Gaia had boasted she’d handle personally, was now half-destroyed.
The contents had spilled out, including costumes I planned to use later and my broadcasting equipment.
And the clothes I wore?

Gone.
They were nowhere to be found.
If they were fighting over the clothes, they should be there.

I must have been wrong.
I thought they were fighting over the clothes, but they weren’t there.
I felt bad for misjudging them.

Even with Yena’s odd tissue habit, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.
Resolving to mediate, I mentally apologized to Yena.
But if not the clothes, what were they fighting about?

“Hey, guys, I’m done with the stream…”

“I don’t mind using things after someone else, but spit? Really?!”

“Wh-when did I spit? I just put my face on it and…”

“Rejected after confessing your feelings…”

“You can’t even confess, so why are you butting in?!”

Found them.
Something felt off about their words, so I looked closer. Yena was wearing my clothes.
So that’s where they went in this virtual world. Still, isn’t this a crime, even with the gender reversal?

“So, hand over the priest’s robe as promised!”

“No way, that’s a limited edition! I said we were keeping it perfectly preserved! Do you know how much I spent on that preservation unit?!”

“Fine, I’ll let it slide this time, but about that promise…”

“Don’t worry, trust me. With WooSeok like this, it might actually work.”

Suddenly shifting gears, Gaia and Yena put their arms around each other’s shoulders.
The needlessly heartwarming atmosphere resembled a scene from a movie with boys laughing in the rain.
Of course, they both froze when they turned and made eye contact with me.

“Done fighting?”

“S-since when were you there?”

“Since the ‘let’s do this and that’ talk?”

“No, it’s not… Whatever you heard…”

“And the clothes you’re wearing now?”

Finally realizing the situation, Yena looked down at her outfit and went pale.
It was amusing how her expression could change so rapidly.
Leaving Yena speechless, I turned to Gaia.

“I tried my best to stop her…”

“I heard everything.”

“…”

“A… a chance…?”

Gaia cringed and held up a finger with an awkward smile.
Her wings drooped, reflecting her mood, and the vibrating ring returned to normal.

Would I have acted the same way if only a few tens of thousands of women were left in the world?
Looking at Yena, still speechless and trembling, and Gaia, gauging my reaction, I sighed.

“It’s fine. The stream was a success. Consider it a first-broadcast celebration pardon.”

“The police? You won’t report it?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, WooSeok! I knew I could count on you!”

Yena’s usual cheerful expression returned.
That must have been her biggest concern in this changed world.
Her wearing my clothes was a bit awkward, but…

“Am I not fired then?”

“Nope.”

“That’s my master!”

As expected, Gaia tried to smoothly brush it off.
Since I found myself a useful, unpaid editor so easily, I didn’t want things to turn sour between us.
Their beauty, top-tier both globally and in this world, was a definite plus.

“So, are we having an after-party or not?”

“Me too?”

“Yes. Who else would be at the party besides me, you, and Gaia? Now, take those clothes off.”

Subtly changing the subject, Yena tried to sneak away in my clothes. I quickly retrieved and put them back in the drawer. They were a little damp, as Gaia mentioned, but…

“Um…”

Yena, looking utterly wronged as she undressed, met my gaze.
Gaia, who was talking to me with a nod, looked so trusting of each other that no one would believe they had just been fighting. It was like a sitcom. Acting like a pair of Dumb and Dumber, their every move was hilariously clumsy.

Curious to see how far they’d go, I gestured for them to continue.
They fought like they wanted to kill each other just a moment ago. What was it that even got Yena looking like this?

“It was the first broadcast, you know?”

“Right?”

“I worked hard! Of course, so did Yena!”

Changing the subject like this never goes well.
Still, it was a good first day, so I wanted to hear them out. The fight was partly my fault for not paying attention.

“So, since we’re having a party, could you grant us a small favor?”

“I’ll hear you out.”

“Go on a date with each of us! Where else are girls like us going to meet a guy?”

“A date? Sure, something like that…”

For me, spending a day with beautiful women was a no-brainer.
Being the only one with a different perspective, I was open to such requests. It seemed they simply wanted to have fun with a guy, nothing serious.

“In ‘My Saintess Can’t Be This Bitchy’!”

“No.”

I could almost hear a unicorn laughing somewhere.