The Saintess Next Door is a Super Popular VTuber Whose Character was Designed by Me
Tonari ni Sunderu Seijo-sama wa Ore ga Chara-Design o Tantoushita Daininki VTuber deshita
Chapter 38 - Saintess' Blunder
Due to her computer being broken, Asumi was streaming with Iori in a room, separated only by a wall.
During the break, even while being toyed with by Asumi, Iori returned to the stream and resumed broadcasting with her.
Though still unsettled by some of Asumi’s earlier remarks, the stream itself was progressing smoothly.
"Guess this is the final Shit-Mallow message."
"Yes. Let’s go with the final Shit-Mallow. Mama, could you read it for us?"
"Alright, let’s see… hmm…"
{I love Ukamaru. I love, love, love Hyouka. Mama loves you so much. I loooove you!!}
"…What the hell is this?"
"Thank you, Mama. I love you too."
[A confession??] [So wholesome] [That's some Wholesome-Mallow] [What a good marshmallow] [Blessed] [Congrats, UkanKitsu] [So sweet] [Mama being forced to confess lol] [Since when did you think they were all just Shit-Mallow?] [The final marshmallow was the best one]
What Akizumi had made him read wasn’t even a Shit-Mallow anymore—it was a forced confession marshmallow.
Well, since it did include the word "Mama", one could argue it was more like a family-love kind of message, from a parent to a daughter.
Even so, what kind of marshmallow is this to make me read aloud? Iori thought, exasperated.
Even if those weren’t his own words, being made to say something like that was far too embarrassing.
Normally, he could brush off "wholesome fanservice" as just business, but being forced to read such a passionate line made it impossible not to blush.
A faint sense of embarrassment was enough to overwhelm him.
"Hyouka, you wrote this Shit-Mallow yourself, didn’t you?"
“Whatever do you mean?”
Iori suddenly realized it.
Maybe she’d sent it herself.
When he pointed it out, Asumi responded with feigned innocence.
So it really was a marshmallow she had come up with.
All for the sake of creating a punchline—completely outrageous.
She was clearly full of intent to toy with Iori. Her mischievous side, so different from her usual prim and proper image, was showing through clearly.
“Seriously, this is how you’re ending it?!”
"And with that, let’s wrap up for tonight. Otsu-Ukaa~"
“Hey, wait! Don’t just end it on your own! Next time I’ll send you a Shit-Mallow!”
[Sending a shit-mallow to yourself and making Mama read it out loud, Ukamaru is too funny, lol] [KUSA] [KUSA] [Honestly, who even benefits from this? Only the listeners lol] [Mama’s getting toyed with] [Hilarious] [KUSA] [Perfect way to end it]
So, with the chat buzzing and Iori snapping back at her, the stream came to an end.
Or at least—that's what he thought.
“Phew. Good work today.”
“Yeah, good work. …Though seriously, making me read a shit-mallow like that.”
“Hehe. But it was fun, wasn’t it?”
“…Well, I guess.”
As always, their post-stream chatter continued in the background.
Since they were at Iori’s place, they could’ve just walked over to the living room or dining area, but out of habit, they kept talking over voice chat instead.
And that was where things went wrong—though neither of them realized it yet.
“It didn’t really turn out the way I imagined, though.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“What do I mean, I wonder?”
Asumi spoke vaguely, refusing to give any concrete details.
She clearly had something else in mind, but she wouldn’t say.
Maybe she was working out some kind of new project, Iori thought, and decided not to pry any further.
“Alright, guess I’ll hang up for now.”
“Yeah. Let’s have a proper meeting later.”
“Sure, later—wait! Hey!!”
The conversation was wrapping up, nothing much left to say.
But just as Iori went to disconnect the call, his eyes fell on his phone.
And that’s when he realized—
The stream was still live.
[C-part, let’s go] [Wait this is a C-part?] [Blessed with a hidden C-part] [Thanks for the behind-the-scenes convo] [So cute] [This feels different from their usual banter] [Maybe it’s not that they forgot to cut the stream, it just didn’t end?] [This kind of unscripted C-part is great] [They're just being themselves]
Iori had the stream open on his phone to monitor instead of sharing his screen.
Normally it would have already switched over to the ending screen, but instead, it was still stuck on the stream closing background.
Combined with the comments flying by, Iori instantly understood,
This was a streaming accident.
“What’s wrong all of a sudden?”
“The stream isn’t cut yet!”
“What!?”
Asumi still hadn’t noticed, her voice airy as ever.
But when he told her directly, she finally let out a startled squeak.
“Oh no, the listeners are hearing everything! End the stream now!”
“F-fufufu… o-oh, you noticed? A-alright, ending it now~”
Iori panicked and ordered her to end the steam.
Flustered, she stammered as she finally hit the button to end it.
Iori realized right away, however, that Asumi must have been acting—that she ended the stream while pretending to keep it going as a prank.
Given her experience shining in emergencies and unscripted situations, her quick thinking was impressive enough to even surprise Iori.
After all, the “oops, our voices are still on” bit was a classic gag.
And she had pulled it off brilliantly.
To be safe, though, Iori cut the voice chat entirely, making sure nothing else could leak before they confirmed the stream had truly ended.
“Man, that was bad.”
“I-I’m so sorry! Really, I’m so sorry!”
After cleaning up the mess, the two of them held what was essentially a reflection meeting in the living room.
Asumi, who had caused the stream accident, kept bowing her head over and over. She looked so apologetic that her eyes were even starting to tear up.
“Isn’t this the first time you’ve had a stream accident?”
“Yes, it is.”
“You really did it now.”
“I’m sorry. It was my carelessness. I usually put up a warning note in my room to make sure I don’t forget to cut the stream, but I didn’t have it this time, and I made a mistake checking…”
“I see, so that’s what happened.”
Though she’d had some minor controversies before, Asumi had never actually caused a stream accident.
Iori knew how cautious she normally was when streaming.
The reason it happened this time was simply because she was working in an unusual environment.
It couldn’t be helped.
Before streaming, she had been very thorough in checking everything—messages, usernames, her desktop, and so on. No one would have expected her to make such a basic mistake as forgetting to cut the stream.
“I managed to play it off somehow, but for a while it’s probably going to end up as clips or a little running joke.”
“If that’s all it amounts to, then we got off easy. Still, I’m surprised neither of us said each other’s names or opened the door.”
“I thought so too.”
The two of them could have spoken face-to-face just by leaving their rooms, so using voice chat after the stream wasn’t really necessary.
That’s what caused their voices to get picked up.
But if they had gone to the living room and left the doors open without realizing the stream was still live, even more private conversation might have leaked.
If that had happened, it would’ve been obvious they were streaming from the same place.
In that sense, staying in their rooms afterward was unlucky in one way, but lucky in another.
“Anyway, revealing that we live next door to each other would be pretty bad, right?”
“Yes. Even though I joked about it, when it came down to it, I realized I absolutely don’t want that to get out. It was terrifying.”
Asumi’s voice trembled as she spoke, clearly shaken.
Iori wasn’t sure what she had been thinking when she made that joke earlier, but hearing her true feelings like this was a relief.
“Either way, it didn’t turn into a big deal, so let’s just be careful from now on. And no more streaming in the same place.”
“I will. I’m really sorry for all the trouble I caused.”
“I’ll reflect on it too. From now on, I’ll double-check on my end that the stream is cut.”
“…Okay.”
They both agreed to be more careful going forward. For Iori, that was enough to settle things.
But Asumi still seemed downcast, lowering her eyes and clenching her fists tightly.
She must’ve been mentally exhausted from it all.
Seeing how pained she looked, Iori couldn’t just sit there. Before he realized it, his hand was reaching toward her head.
“Uh—um?”
“Relax. It’s fine. It’s all over now, so don’t worry about it anymore.”
Asumi flinched slightly at his touch, but she didn’t show any sign of dislike.
Iori’s desperate attempt to comfort her manifested in the simple act of gently patting her head.
She seemed to notice his intention, responding with a quiet “Yes. Yes… yes,” nodding again and again as she accepted it.
After a while of Iori consoling her, she seemed to have calmed down. She moved away to the sofa, hugging her knees and burying her face, but with a soft, gentle expression this time.
[To be Continued]
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