Damn it, not again.

The phone notification sound today likely means my darling has chosen streaming over me as a means to make money, and that thought makes my heart sink coldly.

Is money not enough? Or do you just want to see my reaction? Whatever it is, the fact that you'll carry out those rotten missions hasn't changed.

Gritting my teeth, I entered the stream. That small screen pressed the image of your small face, which I've seen countless times, back into my retinas.

Looks like those damn missions have already piled up. Cosplay...? What is this now. As someone who has never liked any of the missions sent to you, these strange words were nothing but unsettling.