The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 52: When do you think the crisis of life is? Right now.

While Song Hun and Lyla were busy touring listings,

a post popped up on the community forums speculating about the Hero and the Saintess’s "something-something."

[Author: anon]

[Title: So... are they officially dating or what?]

[Content: (Photo of the two sitting together)]

Hmm... came back from Japan... Hero looks drained, Saintess is glowing—this is totally...

ㄴ Hey hey hey!!!

ㄴ LOL she totally sucked him dry!!!

ㄴ Alright... pay up. You lost the bet, remember? LOL

ㄴ Whoever said “no way they’re dating, and if they are I’ll eat my keyboard,” SHOW YOURSELF unless you wanna die.

But alongside the celebratory posts, there were some less cheerful ones.

[Author: anon]

[Title: Wait, what the fuck—they were secretly dating this whole time?]

[Content: So when they were melting us with emotional moments, this was going on behind the scenes? Fucking LOL.]

ㄴ Meat... soup?

ㄴ Bro had the “Hero” nickname and showed up on Day 3 of his stream already looking like that, lmao.

ㄴ Idiot LOL

Naturally, all the trolling got nuked quickly thanks to downvotes and moderator blade strikes.

[Author: anon]

[Title: (image of someone with dead eyes) Seriously though, why does this guy look so dead inside?]

[Content: Saintess-nim... the Hero’s dying!!!]

ㄴ LOOOOOOL

ㄴ Dude got milked HARD

ㄴ So are they officially a couple now or what?

ㄴ Not officially, but they said they’re moving in together. That’s basically confirmation, right?

Lyla, of course, wore her ring in the form of a necklace during streams—

it was obvious if you looked closely,

but she had no desire to publicly announce they were dating on stream.

****

A good amount of time had passed as Lyla, the realtor, and I toured different listings.

I didn’t know Seoul had this many apartments with tons of rooms.

“This one’s got... a lot of rooms too.”

The ceilings were high enough, the walls were clean, the living room was spacious.

It even had great natural lighting...

‘Isn’t this more than good enough...?’

But Lyla shook her head, clearly not satisfied.

“Excuse me, is there any nightlife nearby?”

“Isn’t that a major road out front... won’t there be noise?”

“Hmm... and thinking ahead for our kids’ school districts...”

Without giving the realtor a second to breathe, Lyla fired off questions like bullets.

The young realtor was breaking a sweat trying to keep up.

“Ah, yes... This building’s well-maintained and most residents are pretty quiet, so... haha...”

I glanced at the realtor with sympathy.

Sorry...

We’ll tip you big when this is «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» over...

“Lyla, do we really need this many rooms?”

At that, she slowly turned her head toward me.

Her eyes softened into a curve, and her lips pulled into a smile.

Then she stepped closer, quietly.

“Hero... you lack imagination.”

“...?”

Lyla leaned in so close her lips almost brushed my ear,

her breath warm as she whispered:

“We don’t know... how many kids we’ll have, right?”

A playful smile spread across her face as I inhaled a beat too late.

“...Ah.”

“Um—excuse me!”

The realtor, who’d been intensely focused on something, suddenly tapped at her tablet.

“If your budget really is unlimited... there’s a penthouse listing that just opened up. Interested?”

“Price doesn’t matter. Can we go see it in person?”

“Y-yes, of course...!”

With Lyla’s subtly commanding aura, we got in the realtor’s car and headed for the property.

Even in the car, Lyla took the realtor’s tablet and meticulously combed through the listing.

“Hmm... it’s got a Han River view, a department store right next door... and another one across the bridge?”

I just quietly looked away.

What was I even gonna say?

When we arrived, we stepped into the top floor of a luxury residence.

The elevator opened directly into a private hallway.

As soon as we stepped inside, we were greeted by polished marble floors and an expansive living room.

“Whoa... I’ve only ever seen houses like this in celebrity home tours online...”

At my muttered comment, the realtor puffed up proudly and tapped her chest.

“Fufu, this place is way out of reach for your average celeb.”

“But... why was a place like this vacant?”

I tilted my head.

Why would a home like this be empty?

“It wasn’t. A famous international investor bought it to stay in Korea,

but their plans changed. That’s why it came on the market—pure luck.”

While the realtor and I talked,

Lyla had already stepped out onto the terrace, past the living room.

Leaning against the railing and bathed in sunlight, she murmured to herself:

“Out on this terrace... grilling meat with the Hero and our kids, all laughing together... hehe...”

“..."

Hearing that, I instinctively looked away.

“...Wouldn’t neighbors complain about the smoke?”

“Ah, no worries! This place has a private exhaust system built into the terrace—no smoke or smell leaks out.”

“Wow...”

The realtor went on to list all the amenities.

Valet parking. Private cleaning services. High-end security.

There was a gym, a pool, a tennis court, and even a room service chef on call.

“So what do you think, Hero?

Wouldn’t this be a good place to live?”

I silently turned my head to look at the terrace.

Then looked back at Lyla.

‘How could anyone say no to that face...’

****

Dinner time.

Mom and Dad came home from work, and we all had dinner together.

Of course, before they got home—I’d already “eaten” something else(?).

‘No wait, it was me who got eaten, wasn’t it...?’

“My son... you’re wasting away day by day...”

Now that they fully understood the cause and effect...

Mom glanced at Lyla, then back at me.

“...”

Still, love between lovers.

Thanks to Lyla’s thoroughness, everything was left spotless.

After we made love, she handled the cleaning, the laundry, and even the drying—restoring everything perfectly.

‘If I move in with Lyla, I’m seriously gonna die from dehydration...’

“So, when are you two moving out?”

“Uh... probably not right away...”

“Huh?”

Mom looked confused, remembering how strongly Lyla had insisted on moving out.

“I mean... I’ll miss your home cooking, and I haven’t had much time to talk with you lately, Mom...”

A pathetic excuse.

If I let myself get dragged off now, Lyla would definitely squeeze me dry all night again.

I could already feel her sharp gaze burning into the side of my head.

— Sliiide...

“!?!!”

Under the table, Lyla placed her hand on my thigh.

Then she gave me that gentle, innocent smile.

“Oh my, didn’t you say you liked the house too, Hero~?”

“...Yeah.”

We finished our meal and headed to the room.

As soon as we were inside, Lyla sat down right on top of me in the chair.

“Hero... do you not want to live with me...?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked at me with those tear-brimming eyes.

‘Ah, that’s unfair...’

“No, of course I want to live with you. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Hmph... That’s only worth 80 out of 100.”

Eighty?

That line was easily worth a 90, at least.

“In moments like this, you’re supposed to say, ‘You’re my future wife.’”

“Ah, that...”

Before I could make any excuses, she shut me up.

With her lips.

— Smooch... Mwah... Chuu...

“Paha~ We’ve got a stream to do, so let’s stop here for today♥”

That’s just how guys are.

No matter how drained we get, one cute move from our girlfriend and we’re instantly back in fighting form.

The mouth says no, but the body? The body’s honest.

[ zlSuperStrongHero : Streaming On ]

[You find a place?]

[Where you moving to?]

[The Hill? Niel? Felice?]

I’d already posted a notice that I’d be starting stream late because we were house-hunting.

And just as expected, as soon as the stream went live, chat wanted to know where we were headed.

“...”

[ SaintessFootTowel has recharged 200,000 watts! ]

So where the fuck are you moving, rich bastard? Still milking donos too, huh?

I was planning to do a newlywed home(?) vlog later anyway.

When Lyla cheerfully answered for me, the viewers lost it as expected.

[You’re moving THERE?]

[Guess being S-rank doesn’t mean shit anymore...]

[You’d have to work 700 years on a $100k salary to afford that place, ffs lolol]

[ ThrowThatResignation has recharged 10,000 watts! ]

By the way, did you see that Japan vlog you uploaded?

“Mm... No, I haven’t watched it yet.”

[Is this guy even a real YouTuber?]

[No QC at all, lmfao]

[Throws review standards in the trash LOL]

“If I wanted to chase money, I’d handle it. I let go, but I don’t neglect.”

That’s my motto.

An excuse?

Yeah, so what.

[This dude’s nuts, fr]

[Truly off the rails;;]

[Well, to be fair, it’s already racking up hella views LOL]

“...Oh, really?”

[ SaintessFootTowel has recharged 10,000 watts! ]

Let’s just watch it together, gogogogo

[ OverflowingDivinePowerPouch has recharged 10,000 watts! ]

Yes! Watch it with the Saintess!

Donations poured in, and chat was begging us to watch it live together.

I worried for a sec—maybe there was something weird in it?

But nope. It was just a casual trip through Japan—

exactly the kind of stuff a subculture-loving tourist would do.

“...Alright then.”

I logged into YouTube and opened the channel.

Right at the top was a 30-minute monster of a vlog.

We watched it while casually chatting with viewers.

[I’ve been to that tower too!]

[Oof, this place is a mecca for otaku lol]

[Why does this guy know way too much about these characters...?]

Maybe because Japan’s close to Korea, but the viewers really connected with it.

They kept chatting, asking where we went, what we ate, if it was fun, etc.

But then—at a certain point—chat and donations dropped off hard.

The exact moment: the part where I went into the maid café with Lyla.

[LMAO what a dumbass]

[Called it.]

[The real kicker is, Saintess didn’t know about his face at that time either lolol]

[She does now. Raise your glass~]

‘Ah... these bastards... I knew it...’

[ SaintessFootTowel has recharged 10,000 watts! ]

When do you think the real crisis of life hits?

[Right now = instant upvote LOL]

[No lie]

[Literal life crisis right here LOL]

“...”

The video cut to a close-up of my face as I gawked at the maids.

At the time, I had no idea.

But seeing my face on the screen now... it was dumb, wide-eyed, and embarrassingly obvious.