The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 54: The Saint’s Love Consulting(?)
A box that should never be opened—Pandora’s Box.
Inside were countless disasters waiting to be unleashed.
‘Still...’
The contents of this box stirred a man’s primal desires.
Even if it meant having my vitality—or whatever life force I had—drained from me...
‘For her to show me this now...’
She was such a ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) sinful Saintess...
The message behind her look was crystal clear: “You really gonna see all this and not do it?”
Inside the huge box were even more smaller boxes, all neatly stacked.
Every one of them was labeled with a sticky note listing the costume inside.
‘Game characters... anime girls... wait, even this kind of stuff?’
Never mind where she even found all this—
How the hell did she figure out my exact taste?
‘She must’ve found my precious collection...’
Even after I vanished, my parents had kept every last one of my belongings intact.
She must’ve gone through all my books and figures to do her research.
“Hero, are you lost in thought?”
Lyla, still under the blanket, raised her hand and made a teasing little gesture.
And even knowing what it meant... I walked toward her.
Like a moth to a flame.
****
Our plan to move into our own place was going smoothly.
We were out shopping, filling up the new house.
“So... you think this one’s good?”
[Bro just buy the biggest, priciest appliance. That’s the rule.]
[Why you being all serious about it lol just use it till it breaks and get a new one]
[Swear this is the first time I’ve seen a department store this empty]
We made sure to come after hours, when the department store was closed to the public—
Just in case turning on the camera would make people uncomfortable.
I’d heard it was a VIP-only service if you reached Trinity tier or higher.
‘Man... I bought a luxury watch I’ll never wear just for this.’
Still, the haul wasn’t bad.
The bracelet and earrings Lyla picked out looked absolutely stunning on her—just like they were made for her.
“Money really is nice.”
[Damn right]
[LMAO did you really fill the spending minimum by buying a watch you won’t use?]
[I get takeout dumplings to hit minimums too]
[Did this dude just compare dumplings to a freakin’ Patek??]
All she had to do was point, and the staff took care of everything.
You didn’t even need to pay at each store—they consolidated it all at the end.
And of course, they delivered, installed, and arranged everything too.
[SaintessFootTowel has donated 50,000 watts!]
– So uh, when’s the trip?
“Ah, we’re going after the move.”
[When’s the move?]
[Can you move in right away?]
[Let’s be real, you could just carry your stuff over after today’s shopping]
My PC was already moved into the new place.
I just needed to pack up my clothes and head over.
“The cleaning’s all done, so probably tomorrow or the day after at the latest.”
Most of the furniture and appliances were bought already.
We spent the most time picking out a bed.
Lyla was being ridiculously thorough with it—
And she kept glancing at me while doing it.
‘The bed is important. Especially the frame. Gotta be sturdy.’
****
“So we’re going to the U.S. first, right?”
“Yes! Emilia said she’d handle the rest—I just booked the plane tickets!”
I was kinda familiar with Max,
but not so much with Emilia.
Surprisingly though, Lyla and Emilia seemed to get along pretty well.
Maybe it’s a girl thing?
“So we don’t have anything left to prep?”
“I think we’re pretty much done.”
New furniture and appliances were getting delivered nonstop to our new place.
All the essentials came in—fridge, washing machine, speakers, TV, you name it.
Meanwhile, the studio soundproofing installation had just finished in one corner of the house.
‘Even with good soundproofing... you never know with streaming.’
[This house is insane]
[I’ve seen celebrity homes on TV but nothing this detailed before]
[First time I’ve actually seen every damn corner of a house LOL]
But my eyes kept drifting toward that one wardrobe in the corner.
The one filled with all of Lyla’s... “outfits.”
“Anyway, we’re heading to the airport now.”
Lyla and I got into the car and started the engine.
We chatted with viewers during the ride, and after about an hour and a half, we arrived at the airport.
“There’s a lot of people inside, so I’ll just stream with the phone camera.”
[Cool]
[Yeah that’s smart, could get sketchy otherwise]
[Imagine flying a drone around in that crowd lmfao]
We parked in a good spot and headed into Incheon Airport.
Went straight to the dedicated First Class check-in counter, and passed through security and immigration in no time.
“This is why people spend money, huh?”
[Bro’s shocked by First Class after flying in a private jet]
[You got the cash, just buy your own jet already lol]
“Nah, I’m not buying a jet.”
Honestly, flying by plane was actually slower than just flying myself.
But I wasn’t about to fly manually on a damn vacation.
“Ooh...”
Beautiful flight attendants greeted us as we boarded.
And they subtly glanced at Lyla.
‘Would be nice if Lyla wore one of those uniforms too...’
Our eyes met.
Maybe she read my mind—
Because she flashed a sly smile and whispered:
“I have a flight attendant outfit too, you know?”
“..."
We sat and waited as the captain made the pre-flight announcement.
“See you all in the States~”
[Bye bye~]
[Say hi to Maxham for us]
****
About twelve hours later, the in-flight announcement finally said we'd arrived in the U.S.
Just like at departure, we breezed through immigration using a private fast-track lane.
Even our luggage came out first.
“Hero, they said to come this way.”
Guided by the airport staff, we headed into the exclusive fast-track corridor.
Unlike the packed terminals, this place was nearly empty.
And once we passed through the doors and stepped outside—
We were greeted by some familiar faces.
“Hun! It’s been a while!”
“Man, how long’s it been?”
I shook hands with Max and nodded a greeting to Emilia, who was standing next to him.
‘Okay, maybe I shouldn’t say this out loud, but...
Why is Emilia looking like a puppy that’s about to poop?’
She kept glancing at Lyla like she wanted to say something but couldn’t.
“It’s been a while, Emilia.”
“N-Nice to see you... I spoke to you on the phone but—are you really dating the Hunter?”
Hmm...
Is it that weird that Lyla and I are dating?
She sounded the same on the phone—what’s got her so curious?
“I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet. You came all the way to America, so let me treat you.”
The man who ruled over the U.S. like a king as an S-Rank Hunter...
I was kinda curious what he ate on a regular basis.
“...?”
The place he led us to was...
Max’s house.
“Keh-heh-heh!!! Emilia said she wanted to personally serve you for your first meal here!”
Honestly, I expected some penthouse suite or a giant mansion.
But it was surprisingly humble—a cozy two-story house.
‘Or wait... is this a mansion...?’
The yard was massive compared to the size of the house.
Even though I wasn’t that surprised, Max kept chuckling like he just won the lottery.
“Now that I think about it, you live pretty modestly for someone with your income.”
“Really?”
I never thought I was living modestly.
I mean, I bought a luxury home, drive an imported car, and fly First Class. That’s not exactly frugal, right?
“Puhuhu... Before you go to Cancun, I’ll show you firsthand how the upper class really lives.”
“Ooh...”
“Wanna hit up a casino tomorrow?”
I nodded.
You know, like in the movies—
The main character in a slick suit, swirling whiskey in one hand, slamming down all their chips and yelling “All in!”
“Yeah, I’m curious.”
****
Max and I were still laughing it up in the living room.
Well... mostly Max was doing the laughing.
“Um... could you tell me how you two ended up dating?”
Emilia had been carving meat like a pro, prepping roast chicken stuffed with herbs.
Now she finally spoke up.
“Actually, when we went to Japan...”
Lyla, helping prepare the side dishes, casually started talking about the trip like it was no big deal.
“Gasp...! So if the Hunter hadn’t confessed to you...?”
At Emilia’s words, Lyla’s hands stopped mid-motion as she mashed potatoes.
Then, with a chilly glint in her eyes, she said:
“I probably would’ve eaten him alive.”
Emilia froze in place, her hand still hovering over the sauce.
Her neck and cheeks flushed red, all the way up to her ears.
“E-Eaten him...?!”
She understood exactly what Lyla meant by “eaten him alive.”
“Emilia, if you just sit there, nothing’s gonna happen. Have you ever tried seducing Max?”
“Uuuugh... how could I ever do that...”
Lyla tilted her head, clearly confused.
She’d always heard that Westerners were supposed to be bold and direct.
But Emilia was shaking her head like a panicked puppy.
“I’ve... never even held a guy’s hand, let alone dated...”
“...”
Lyla stared at her.
More precisely—at Emilia’s main-wife potential pouch.
To have the goods but not use them? She couldn’t understand that.
“If you keep hesitating, someone else might steal him away, you know?”
She’d almost lost her own man too, once.
But she’d protected Song Hun with the might of a fully-stocked main-wife pouch.
“There are plenty of women out there gunning for a man like that.”
“...!?”
That fear—of losing the man she liked—was slowly starting to change Emilia.
Lyla smiled inwardly.
‘Fufu... I bet we’ll be hearing some good news from her soon.’
Before long, the food was ready.
Lyla stepped into the living room to call the two men who were still yapping away.
“Time to eat, everyone~”
