Chapter 102: My younger sister is a streamer.

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“Ugh… I’m so damn tired…”

Cheongjeokun’s—Sanghyun’s—mornings were slow. Falling asleep late naturally meant waking up late. His life as the streamer Cheongjeokun revolved around a chaotic cycle: streaming until dawn, shutting off as the sun peeked out, washing up, crawling into bed, and passing out. That was his existence.

He’d lived like this for years. Boring? Problematic? Sure, it was tedious and riddled with issues, but Cheongjeokun was content. His outgoing personality and love for talking made streaming his calling—the most enjoyable job among countless others. Like eating instant ramen every dawn, it was repetitive, but what else would he do? It was too familiar now.

Even if it’s boring, I’ll just mess around with those idiots today. How do I play that game badly enough to look convincing? With those thoughts, he left his room. A quiet weekday afternoon, no signs of life in the house—except for a faint kitchen light.

“…Come to think of it, hyung said he’s not doing bakery shifts on weekdays anymore.”

It was obvious who was there. His brother… or rather, the family member who, due to some mysterious condition, collapsed one day and woke up a blonde, slender beauty. Also, the unofficial mascot of Cheongjeokun’s streams. When idle, they’d peel piles of fruit, munch on them all day, and flip through books—a quirky, slightly precarious sibling.

“Reading magazines again…”

Feeling oddly light today, he bounded toward the kitchen, starting to speak. But his words cut off, mouth agape. Amid the pouring sunlight, neatly trimmed black hair shimmered faintly.

“Huh? You’re up early today,” a voice said.

“…Hyu… hyung…?” Cheongjeokun stammered.

“Hyung?”

The man raised his head. Not ruggedly masculine but delicately handsome, with a gentle impression. A faint smile, slightly upturned lips, and large, clear eyes that seemed almost too soft for a man locked onto Cheongjeokun.

That face. That presence. One he’d forgotten, thought he’d never see again. Cheongjeokun knew it.

“…Yoonseo-hyung…?”

“Yep. Your unemployed, odd-jobs guy, Yoonseo,” the man replied.

His slow rise from the chair felt surreal. Am I too used to the short, blonde version? Cheongjeokun thought Yoonseo looked taller. The distance? No, a few steps wouldn’t make him look that big.

“…You still haven’t fixed that habit,” Yoonseo said.

“Huh?”

“I can’t do much about your speech, but since you’re continuing streaming, you suggested changing how you address me to avoid weird looks,” Yoonseo reminded.

“What’s that mean?”

One step. Another. As Yoonseo approached, Cheongjeokun’s confusion grew. This isn’t my imagination. His head’s higher up. If Yoonseo’s height hadn’t changed, then… the need to change how he’s addressed…?

“In daily life, call me oppa,” Yoonseo said.

“Sanghyun… no, Seohyun-ah,” Yoonseo corrected.

A hand rested heavily on Cheongjeokun’s head. His wide eyes filled with shock.

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Somehow, Cheongjeokun had become a girl. It didn’t take long to accept it. Rushing from the kitchen to the bathroom mirror, he saw not his 170-something cm, near-triple-digit-weight frame, but a petite, barely 150 cm, slim silver-haired, red-eyed beauty. Not exactly shocking.

“Crazy.”

He’d seen it before with Yoonseo, so it wasn’t that surprising, but he couldn’t help cursing in awe. Standing on a stool to see his cute features, he tried for a menacing expression—but on a face that looked barely mid-teens, it just came off adorable.

“What the hell is going on…”

“Nightmare again?”

A sudden voice made him whip around. Yoonseo—male Yoonseo, the original Yoonseo—stood there with a wistful expression. What the hell is this? Cheongjeokun’s head spun, silver hair flailing wildly.

“Hyung, what’s—”

“Not hyung, oppa. And whatever dream you had, this is reality. Snap out of it,” Yoonseo said.

With a sigh, Yoonseo approached, combing Cheongjeokun’s near-tangled hair and deftly tying it into a ponytail. Cheongjeokun remembered Yoonseo doing this for bakery shifts, stuffing hair under a cap.

“…Hyung,” Cheongjeokun said.

“Oppa,” Yoonseo corrected.

Damn it.

“…Oppa,” he muttered.

“What?”

“You’re good at tying hair,” Cheongjeokun said.

A soft chuckle echoed in the bathroom. Yoonseo replied in his usual gentle tone.

“Well, I’ve been doing it for almost three months. Since you woke up, I’m the only one around.”

That confirmed it for Cheongjeokun.

Something fateful had switched. His and Yoonseo’s lives. Perfectly swapped.

“…Ouch,” Cheongjeokun said.

“What’re you doing?”

“Checking if it’s a dream. Pinching my cheek,” he explained.

“Feel like a dream?”

“It hurts like hell.”

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Sorting out the situation took time, but the conclusion wasn’t much different.

Like Yoonseo’s case, Sanghyun—now Seohyun—had been comatose for about two weeks. Yoonseo found him collapsed, and after meeting Dr. Kang Young-hoo, poof—silver-haired loli beauty.

“Ugh, I’m losing it,” Seohyun groaned.

Since most of his relationships were online, he didn’t have to explain much to others. Still, his mental state was a mess, teetering on extreme choices until Dr. Kang and family’s care helped him recover. He’d restarted streaming about a month ago.

“What the hell happened?”

Piecing it together from hundreds of texts and Yoonseo’s concerned answers, Seohyun figured he’d lost about three months of memories.

“Damn, I thought I’d be fine with any look, but going from a goddess’s voice to a guy’s is rough,” he muttered.

Checking texts he’d sent as Seohyun and clips of his new streams took an hour. Guessing his usual IDs and passwords, he lucked out finding the right one. The stream setup was brighter—new lighting, cute props.

“100% Yoonseo’s work,” he muttered.

The vibe was cheerier, likely to hide his old self. Streaming at night, nibbling sandwiches due to a smaller appetite, playing games, Yoonseo popping in, and bantering in a richer soundscape.

“This guy’s popular even as a dude? Insane.”

Yoonseo, the worried older brother checking on his sibling’s stream, had both female and male fans for reasons Seohyun couldn’t fathom.

“…Alright, I get the gist.”

Who chose the cutesy name Starcloud? Why use it as a fixed intro? Was it okay for a country to let someone with this face profit off it? Questions piled up, but…

“Hello, everyone! Starcloud here! How’s the weekday evening of all you folks who’d rather stream than hang out with friends?”

He was Cheongjeokun, the streaming guy.

She was Starcloud, the streaming girl.

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• Oppa, Cloud’s about to cry again.
• Lolllll.

“…Seohyun-ah, I told you someone’s there,” Yoonseo said.

“No!!!! I suck at this game, so how’s your vision so good?! How do you see through bushes?!” Seohyun yelled.

“Calm down, I know you’re good at games…” Yoonseo soothed.

“Argh!!!!”

The screen grayed out. Seohyun had seen this pattern in clips, but experiencing it was infuriating. Yoonseo, who played piano but had slow hands and sucked at games, had an uncanny map-reading ability, almost prophetic when focused on the minimap.

“Ow, Seohyun-ah,” Yoonseo said.

“Your chill face saying that pisses me off the most!!!!” Seohyun screamed.

Yoonseo’s knack for coaching, paired with Seohyun’s shouting and shotgun-blasting defiance, had become a meme on Starcloud’s streams.

It’s a meme. Just a reaction for fun. But…

“How does a Silver-rank guy out-read a Diamond?!” Seohyun demanded.

“You’re way better at games. I’m just spectating like it’s a board game. You’re the star, Starcloud. Maybe look at the monitor?” Yoonseo teased.

“Grrr…!”

Controlling her respawned character, Seohyun ground her teeth. The laughing chat made her want to smash the screen. A Diamond getting coached by a Silver? Humiliating.

• Oppa’s so sweet…
• You wanna see me lose it?

“Why do you all want oppa when you’ve got a beauty like me?! Are you all gay?!” Seohyun yelled.

• Lololololol.
• This is it.
• Aww, Cloud’s mad? Want a donation?

“I’ll deal with you all after the game! I’m memorizing your IDs!!!”

Her play grew reckless, anger rising, chat laughing. Starcloud—Cheongjeokun—thought, Guess this job suits me, no matter the situation or form.

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“…So, noona, wanna check the minimap?” Seohyun said.

“What’s that about? I’m bad at reading it,” Yoonseo replied.

Watching golden hair spill as Yoonseo tilted her head, Seohyun spun the mouse in circles to highlight the minimap. Sighing, Yoonseo glanced at the screen’s corner, and Seohyun continued.

“Anyway, I saw something in a dream,” she said.

“What’s a weird dream got to do with this? You game in your dreams too?” Yoonseo asked.

• Noona’s scolding gaze… 😍
• Ugh, noona… I’m feeling things…

“No weird donations,” Yoonseo said.

Seohyun felt a strange tension watching Yoonseo, now unfazed by viewer antics. It was just a dream, but it felt so real I can’t shake it.

“You know how the game works, right?” Seohyun asked.

“Yeah?”

“Where’s the enemy jungler now?”

“Who’s the jungler?”

“That bald monk,” Seohyun said.

“Probably at wolves,” Yoonseo guessed.

Seohyun’s cursor marked the wolf camp with a vision ward.

“Huh…!” Yoonseo gasped.