Mukbang Stream Secret

My boyfriend's childhood sweetheart bound herself to a transfer system: everything she ate would be redirected straight into my stomach.

She opened a streaming account and broadcast herself eating for twelve hours straight. She earned a fortune. Meanwhile, I collapsed with acute pancreatitis and was rushed to the hospital.

When I explained the situation to my boyfriend, he only stared at me like I was insane.

"How could something that absurd exist? If food could really be transferred, no one in the world would ever starve. You're just jealous that she's making money from streaming."

After that, every time his childhood sweetheart went live, I ended up hospitalized again. I kept hovering between life and death.

I sought medical help, but the doctors couldn't explain my condition. Some even wanted to commit me to a psychiatric ward.

Then, one day, in order to outdo her rivals in a PK match, she devoured ten pounds of rice in a single sitting. At that very moment, my spleen and stomach ruptured, and I bled to death on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of her very first livestream.

This time, I was prepared. I rushed out and bought twenty takeout meals.

"This time," I said, "I'll eat first."

The moment Tina Watson finished devouring an entire fried chicken on camera, a wave of fullness surged through my stomach, even though I hadn't touched a single drop of water all day.

So I was right. Even though I'd been reborn, nothing had changed.

Everything Tina ate still ended up in my stomach.

While I was reeling in horror, she dragged out a basin-sized bowl of pasta and a towering bottle of Coca-Cola.

"That chicken was just an appetizer. Now for the main course," she cooed sweetly into the camera.

From behind the screen, a man's voice marveled, "Oh my god, Tina, you're incredible! You eat more than I do, and I'm a grown man."

As she lowered her head toward that bowl—bigger than her face—I snatched up my car keys and bolted out the door.

I couldn't let her keep eating. If she did, the outcome would be the same as before: a dead end for me.

On the way, I used my phone to order twenty takeout meals. This time, I was determined to uncover what trick she was playing.

My car screeched to a stop beneath my boyfriend Nick Harding's apartment. The delivery riders arrived at almost the same moment.

Hauling the bags of food, I raced upstairs and banged on his door.

He opened it with a scowl of annoyance. "What are you doing here? Checking up on me again? Tina's streaming right now. Don't make a scene. Leave! She's eating happily. If you scare off her big spenders in the livestream, I'll never forgive you."

In my previous life, after graduating, Tina had moved straight into Nick's place under the excuse of "temporary lodging" until she found a job.

I'd thought it inappropriate, but Nick snapped back, "She and I grew up together. If there was ever going to be something between us, don't you think it would've happened already? You're overthinking."

Later, Tina decided to become a mukbang streamer. To support her, I even followed her account.

That was when the nightmare began. Every time she streamed, my stomach swelled as if stuffed to bursting, like it would split open.

Eventually, I was hospitalized with acute pancreatitis—a disease caused by overeating. Severe cases could even be fatal.

I told Nick, but he never believed me. He said I was just jealous of Tina.

Now that he was managing her account with her, he forbade me from coming anywhere near, terrified I'd interfere with their profits.

Meanwhile, I writhed at home in agony, rushed to the hospital by ambulance again and again. The doctors warned me: another attack, and I could die over nothing more than food.

But Tina didn't stop. In one PK match against a top-tier streamer, the challenge was simple: whoever finished ten pounds of rice first would win.

The moment she started eating, my spleen and stomach ruptured. My organs hemorrhaged, and I died.

As I slipped away, I saw Tina claim victory. She became the number-one eating streamer, celebrated as the queen of mukbang. She and Nick embraced in triumph, their faces glowing with happiness.

Even in death, I couldn't understand why this was happening.

So this time, no matter what it cost—even if I had to drag her down with me—I would never let her succeed.