The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 51: The Saint Who Awakened to Sex…?
“Uuuuuugh...”
We did it like animals.
Until the break of dawn.
Even after coming back to the room from the hot spring, we went at it again.
‘How long has it been since I last felt this exhausted...’
Maybe I got about two hours of sleep...?
I turned my head slightly to the side, and there was Lyla, fast asleep like nothing in the world could wake her.
Meanwhile, I looked like shit, but her face was practically glowing.
Hero, pound me again please...
What should we name our son and daughter?
I’ll clean everything up for you♥
‘...’
Memories from last night flashed through my mind like a panoramic slideshow.
If someone made a movie out of it, it’d be filled start to finish with skin-on-skin action.
And then... one of the lines I said came back to me too.
I’m not letting you sleep tonight.
I’m not letting you sleep tonight... not letting you sleep... not letting you... not—
If I were alone in this room right now, I would’ve kicked the blankets off and shredded them out of pure cringe.
That kind of line? That’s something an alpha male who’s made dozens of women cry might say.
‘But me? A guy who literally just lost his virginity... what the hell...?’
I looked around. The blanket was soaked in... something.
There were even dried traces of that same “something” all over Lyla’s body.
‘Still... now Lyla is...’
My girlfriend.
No matter what anyone says, she’s mine.
In English... Girlfriend...
‘Hehehe...’
Just staring at her lying next to me was enough to make me grin.
They say a pretty face lasts three ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) months, a pretty heart lasts three years...
But my girlfriend? She’s got the face, the heart, and the body.
— Smooch.
I couldn’t help myself and kissed her on the forehead.
Wait a sec...
The corner of Lyla’s mouth curled up slightly.
Don’t tell me...
“Lyla, are you awake...?”
“Heehee... Did you sleep well?”
Lyla smiled happily and slipped into my arms.
— Squeeze...
“Mmmm~”
“Lyla, how’s your body? You okay?”
“Heehee, I feel amazing and totally refreshed...”
Refreshed?
I know we got some serious cardio in last night...
Why am I the only one who’s wrecked?
“Hero, it’s about time we get going.”
— Smooch.
Lyla glanced at the checkout time and planted a sudden kiss on my cheek.
Meanwhile, her hand was stealthily creeping under the blanket.
“Lyla, seriously, I don’t think I can...”
“Your mouth says no, but your body’s saying otherwise~”
She kissed my neck and slowly slid her hand lower.
“I’m pretty sure I’m all tapped out...”
“Fufu, I’ll make it come out again♥”
****
We flew back to Korea in style on a private jet provided by the Takamine family.
“Son... why do you look so...”
“Huh...?”
My mom stared at my face like she was trying to piece something together.
“Why do you look... so worn out?”
Hearing that, Dad gave me a once-over and chimed in too.
“Doesn’t look like you lost weight though...”
Meanwhile, Lyla’s face was glowing.
Like she went off on a solo wellness retreat or something...
“Son, if something went down with the Takamine Group, just tell me.”
“Ah, no, nothing like that. I’m just a bit tired...”
Thank God.
Dad clearly hadn’t put two and two together.
But Mom kept giving Lyla this weird look.
“Lyla... are you happy?”
“Yes! Super happy!”
Mom closed her eyes like she just realized something, nodded, and gently took Lyla’s hand.
Then she leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“...Still, try not to wear Hun out too much, okay...?”
“Heehee, I’ll do my best.”
“...”
Wait—what the hell did she just say?
“Don’t you two have a stream today? Go on, head inside. People are probably waiting.”
“Okay!”
[ zlSuperStrongHero : Back from Japan stream ]
[Finally! My dopamine’s back]
[Saintess-noona... I nearly froze to death]
[Noona where’d you go...]
[Nobody’s looking for the Hero lmao]
[What even is this]
“It’s been, like, three or four days, right?”
[...?]
[?]
[Something’s weird...]
[tf is this vibe?]
[ SaintessFootTowel has recharged 10,000 watts! ]
What happened to you? You look so pale.
“I-it’s nothing...”
So much happened, man.
I’m seriously wiped...
Before we boarded the plane, Lyla completely wrecked me in Japan...
We even went past checkout and had to pay extra.
“Fufu...”
Even now—right now—Lyla’s hand was sliding up and down my thigh, out of the camera’s view.
Ever since we made love, she’s been radiating this oddly thick, sensual energy.
Did she... awaken or something...?
Lyla, on the other hand, looked energized as hell, going on about what we saw, what we ate, what we did in Japan.
“Oh, right! We decided to move out!”
[???]
[Outta nowhere?]
“Yep! We can’t live with our parents forever, right?”
She gave me a wicked smile while squeezing my hand under the desk.
“Right, honey?”
[?????????]
[EXPLAINEXPLAINEXPLAINEXPLAINEXPLAINEXPLAIN]
[I don’t approve.]
What the hell is she saying...
I was just as shocked as everyone in chat.
Because we never had that conversation before...
Wait, do Mom and Dad know about this?
****
While I was resting at home,
the rest of the family was spending time at a nearby café.
“Hmmm... Our daughter actually came all the way to my office just to ask for some time with me... That’s rare.”
Dad nodded in agreement at Mom’s words.
“Yeah, it is. Is there something you want to tell us?”
“I want to move out and live with the Hero!”
Song Yongil nearly choked on his coffee, his expression lost for words.
In contrast, Geum Hyejeong stayed calm, like she’d been expecting this.
“You did it, huh?”
“Heehee...”
“Wait, honey—what do you mean, ‘did it’...?”
Geum Hyejeong gave her husband a sidelong glance and shook her head with a sigh.
“Lyla, look at this. All the men in this house are like this...”
Even with Hyejeong’s subtle jab, Lyla just beamed with a bright smile.
“Father, I’m dating the Hero!”
“...Oh?”
Song Yongil had already picked up on the subtle something-something between the two.
But this fast...?
“Wait, you mean when you two were in Japan?”
“Heehee... the Hero confessed to me!”
Lyla pressed both hands to her cheeks and smiled softly—absolutely glowing with happiness.
Anyone could tell just by looking that she was in love.
Naturally, Song Yongil grinned from ear to ear and fully supported the idea of them moving in together.
“Yeah, yeah. I actually encourage trying out living together before marriage.”
Lyla grinned like that was the answer she expected.
Then she turned to Geum Hyejeong, clearly expecting the same support.
But surprisingly, Hyejeong showed a hint of concern.
“Lyla...”
“Y-yes!?”
“Just... promise me you’ll be reasonable, okay...?”
“...”
Lyla was the kind of person who couldn’t lie to save her life.
She knew what she’d done in Japan. So she couldn’t respond easily.
“...Then at the very least, try not to let it mess up your schedule.”
“...”
She couldn’t answer that either.
Because Lyla’s reason for wanting to move out was crystal clear.
‘But... we can’t do it at home...’
The sticky love they shared got loud.
And that loudness? That was entirely on Lyla.
‘It hasn’t even been that long and already...!’
Thinking it couldn’t go on like this, Lyla had made her decision.
At the same time, she felt a bit miffed at Song Hun.
‘How sneaky... just taking care of himself...’
Guys have it easy.
No noise, no clean-up—just done and dusted.
Meanwhile, she had to worry about changing the sheets, and the volume, and everything else.
“...Lyla...”
“Uuh—i-is it a no...?”
Looking up with teary, doe-like eyes, Lyla made Geum Hyejeong glance away with a sigh.
After a moment of thought, she let out a deep breath and nodded.
“Alright... I mean, you’re both adults anyway... I’m sure you’ll manage fine.”
“Wait—so that means...?”
“Do as you like.”
Lyla smiled like she couldn’t possibly smile any brighter.
****
“That’s what happened?”
“Yup! Both Mom and Dad gave us their blessing!”
“...Alright, let’s head in.”
Gangnam, Seoul.
A real estate office tucked into a residential neighborhood.
As we stepped inside, a cheerful young realtor stood up to greet us.
“Welcome! You’re the ones who called, right?”
“Yes, we’re here to look at a place to live together.”
It kinda felt like we were a newlywed couple house hunting. Kinda embarrassing.
“A standalone house is fine, but a high-rise apartment’s okay too. Good public transport and infrastructure nearby would be ideal.”
Even with Lyla’s picky list of demands, the realtor typed away diligently, pulling up listings.
“Of course! Do you have a target budget in mind?”
“It’s unlimited. No matter how expensive it is, that’s fine.”
The realtor started typing even faster, trying to match Lyla’s search criteria.
Money talks, after all.
“We need at least five rooms—one will be a studio, one’s for the bedroom. Ah, and when we have kids...”
Lyla completely took over the conversation.
The realtor kept jotting everything down at full speed.
“Of course! As creators, having separate spaces is a must~!”
With a bright smile and a friendly tone, the realtor pulled up several listings on her monitor.
I just quietly nodded along. Lyla was clearly in charge here.
And then, she added one more thing.
“...And soundproofing. I want it to be really solid.”
The realtor blinked, looking up from her keyboard.
“Soundproofing...?”
Before her thoughts could spiral into something weird, Lyla gave a sly little grin.
“We’re internet streamers, after all.”
“Ah! I see, I understand!”
The realtor nodded brightly, clearly connecting the dots:
‘Right, streamers need soundproof rooms...’
But as she showed us listings and I looked at the monitor with her,
Lyla leaned in—so quietly that no one else could hear—and whispered:
“...And for, well... other things too♥”
