Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Did Na-young Give Permission? (1)
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“Ugh... Groan... Huh?”
The moment I opened my eyes, a throbbing pain hit me. When I placed my hand on my forehead, I could feel my heart pounding 'thud thud'.
“Hoo...”
A musty residue lingered in my mouth like grime, and the smell of alcohol seeped into my nose. This was a hangover. I stared blankly at the dim ceiling for a moment.
“Ahem! Cough! Ah, uh. Hem!”
I cleared my hoarse throat and searched for water. Forcing my limp body upright, I staggered toward the kitchen's water purifier.
Thud!
“Ow.”
Still drunk? Why was there a wall here?
I groped along the wall to find the door, stepped outside, and tilted my head again.
Right outside my room should be a small room, so why could I see the front door?
That's when the TV news blared from the living room.
-Police believe it's the work of a single perpetrator and are continuing their investigation. A total of 12 deaths have been confirmed so far, including three lawmakers from the Daehan Party. On the 20th at 9 p.m., the Daehan Party held an emergency assembly meeting at the National Assembly, labeling this murder case as 'political terrorism' against the opposition...
“Pomi left the TV on again and passed out? Always spending my money like it's nothing.”
I ought to smack her butt.
Sure enough, as I peeked into the living room, there was a silhouette on the sofa, covered head to toe with a blanket, TV still on. I tiptoed over and sat lightly beside the lumpy figure.
“Hey, you. Go to bed properly.”
Smack!
Pomi, this girl. She's been eating and sleeping nonstop lately—her butt's gotten a bit plumper. Feels good to smack.
“You little punk. I told you to turn off the TV before bed!”
“Mm! Mmm...”
Smack! Knead knead.
“Hm.”
Oh? Still not waking up?
Leaving the hand kneading her butt as is, I yanked the blanket covering her head clean off with my other hand.
“Always the type who can't earn a dime... Oh my god!”
“Ahh...”
“Eek! N-Na-young's mom.”
At my shrill scream, Na-young's mom stirred, her eyelids twitching before slowly opening...
Whoosh!
'In, Invisibility!'
I hurriedly threw the blanket back over her and cast Invisibility in a panic!
'Ugh, this too.'
I quickly pulled away the hand that had still been stroking Na-young's mom's butt. Holding my breath like that for a moment.
“Mmm.”
With a groan, the auntie started snoring softly again and fell back asleep.
'Phew...'
Lucky she didn't notice. Still, ma'am... You said you had Na-young young, but you're still pretty... Ugh, you thug bastard.
I rubbed the hand that had groped the auntie's butt vigorously on my pants, then bowed my head deeply to the sleeping woman.
'Sorry, ma'am!'
Only after carefully getting up from the sofa did I realize this was Na-young's house, and memories flooded back of last night—pouring drinks back and forth to seduce her. The problem was I remembered nothing after that.
“How much did I drink... Ugh, Yu-ra said to get permission for staying out.”
Is my phone in the room? Or...
“Inventory.”
Whispering while picturing my phone, it suddenly appeared in my hand. The clock showed 4 a.m., and there were eleven missed calls.
“Ugh, I'm screwed.”
The last one showed as answered, but was that permission or not? No clue.
I checked texts too.
[Yu-ra, just one beer at hyung's friend's place.]
[Sorry. I'm off to bed first? No staying out.]
10:45 p.m.
[Drink in moderation.]
10:46 p.m.
[Hyung, when are you coming?]
[Running super late?]
12:05 a.m.
[Don't drink too much.]
12:06 a.m.
[Can't sleep without you here.]
12:30 a.m.
“Ah. Driving me crazy. She's still up, isn't she?”
One thing's clear: while I was out cold, Yu-ra blew up my phone. Imagining her pissed face made even my dry throat vanish from my mind. I rushed back to Na-young's room. Gotta pack and bounce.
Opening the door, the living room TV light briefly illuminated Na-young's face. Despite me coming and going, she was deep asleep, not making a peep.
'Snikt. Did I do it with her last night? Or not?'
A faint floral night scent lingered—maybe? Or not.
No condoms or tissues scattered on the floor either, so zero clue if we'd hooked up.
I groped around, hastily grabbed my clothes and stuff, and headed out.
“Ugh, Invisibility. Flight.”
Out at last, but my head still throbbed. Hope I don't puke mid-air.
A bit later.
“Ugh, urp. Bleeech...”
Speak of the devil—I hovered mid-air multiple times to hurl. It was the dead of night with no one around below, but puking like a pigeon crapping... mortifying.
After all that ordeal, I reached the villa entrance. Looking up at the building, I pondered.
“Wake Pomi?”
Whisper in Pomi's ear to quietly open the window. Nah? If Yu-ra's up, it'll be worse.
All my mental simulations went to waste—my home entry plan fizzled before takeoff. Landing on our balcony, I spotted flashing lights through the blinds. Someone watching TV inside.
If it's Pomi, fine—but no way it'd be that easy.
Chicken-pussing out, I canceled Flight and walked to the front door.
Beep, beep beep beep.
Ahh, just get me inside already.
Creeeeeeak—.
Flinch!
Opening the door snail-slow, why's it louder than slamming it?
Creeping in, eyes darting, I froze eye-to-eye with Yu-ra on the living room sofa.
'She's really still up!'
The TV's blue glow cast eerie shadows on her stony face.
“Finally back?”
Beep—.
Yu-ra mashed the remote, and the TV went dark, her face now pallid blue.
“...Turn on the light and sit here.”
“Huh? Uh, yeah.”
I frantically kicked off my shoes and flipped the fluorescent light. Yu-ra's eyes were bloodshot red—hadn't slept a wink waiting. Before my butt hit the chair, I apologized.
“Yu-ra, hyung's sorry. Got drunk and passed out. You called a ton.”
“...With friends?”
“Y-yeah, friends.”
Her piercing stare made me want to look away, but I held firm.
My mouth was parched. Gulping dry spit, Yu-ra spoke again.
“I was worried sick. Thought something happened. No answer.”
“Sorry.”
I bowed my head deep. Here comes the infinite nagging...
But Yu-ra's response threw me.
“You're safe, so it's fine.”
“Huh? What?”
What was this reaction?
Yu-ra's a watchlist figure with [Yandere] stamped in her status window. No way she'd let it go this easy...
“You must be tired. Go wash up and sleep. You stink.”
“Uh? O-okay.”
What's with her today? Sick?
While fretting over Yu-ra's health, she brushed past me into the room. Dazed, I headed to the bathroom. Even showering felt off.
Am I bummed she's not yelling? Got used to her scoldings—now no nagging feels wrong! Is everyone turning into pervs like this?
After a thorough shower, I entered the room. Yu-ra's silhouette lay under the covers.
'No Pomi?'
A fleeting question, but it happened sometimes. Where else would she go?
Sure enough, focusing inward, I sensed her presence.
'Sleeping inside me today, huh.'
Ignoring the troublemaker, I slipped beside Yu-ra. It'd been ages since sharing a bed, so I could tell if she was asleep by her breathing alone.
“Yu-ra, you up?”
“Mm.”
Knowing she wasn't, I asked anyway. She groaned and turned her back to me.
“What were you watching on TV? Something fun?”
Classic guilty-guy move! Chit-chat to deflect!
“Mm. I need sleep. I'm really not mad, so you sleep too. Work tomorrow.”
“Uh? Y-yeah.”
Tsk. Too obvious?
But seriously, not mad? She seems mad.
Posting a story would scream 'pissed' and get me called clueless, but Yu-ra's straightforward when angry—hence the confusion.
Anyway, my probe-a-word-from-Yu-ra plan flopped. I drifted off uneasy.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Next morning.
Yu-ra had already left for school. Pomi tagged along—house empty, no presence felt.
Clutching my pounding hangover head, slurping hangover ramen, Pomi's whisper hit.
—Jun-yonggg~ —Oh, Pomi! Slept inside me last night? —Huh? Y-yeah. Um, but... —What's up? Spill. —Did Yu-ra chew you out much last night? —That's what I'm saying. It's weirding me out. Why didn't she yell? Just said she was worried. Told me to pick up calls better next time? —R-really? Just that? —You'd love if she ripped me a new one, huh? —N-no? I-I'm hanging up now? —You called just to hear how bad I got it, didn't you? —Hehe. See ya! She went silent after that.
What the hell? So uneasy.
“Worrying won't solve it.”
Head already hurts. Finish the ramen first.
“Slurp slurp, smack smack. But did I hook up with Na-young last night?”
The topic I'd forgotten in Yu-ra panic resurfaced. Blackout like that after ages. Does Na-young remember anything?
Grabbed my phone to KakaoTalk her, typed halfway, then deleted.
“Don't wanna get chewed out for nothing.”
If nothing happened, I'd look eager; if it did, she'd snap.
A guy who doesn't remember her first time? Lame.
And yeah, boasting tolerance is dumb, but one-on-one drinking with a girl and her fine while I'm wrecked? Embarrassing.
“Hmmm. Oh right.”
Groaning, I smacked my forehead.
“Dumbass move. Check quest and points—clear answer. Status!”
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