Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: A Man Full of Gaps (4)
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The next day, I was heading to So-jin's place early in the morning. I'd woken up at dawn with a parched throat and checked the barrage of KakaoTalk messages she'd sent.
[My Bitch: Mister. Got nothing to say?] 12:32 AM [My Bitch: Wow, for real. Like they say, can't trust anyone in this world.] [My Bitch: Is it true you're Bomi's brother?] 12:35 AM [My Bitch: Mister, you asleep?] 12:40 AM [My Bitch: All that about having a wife and daughter was bullshit? You said you didn't even have a girlfriend when we first met?] [My Bitch: Liar.] [My Bitch: Should I just report your ass?] [My Bitch: You asleep or what.] 12:41 AM [My Bitch: Guess you're out cold.] [My Bitch: Night, you fibber!] 12:42 AM "Haa..."
I reread the KakaoTalk messages I'd seen at dawn and pocketed my phone.
Damn, why am I so sloppy? It hadn't even been that long since Yu-ra figured out who I was, and now So-jin too.
At least she didn't know about Pomi or my abilities, but it was clear I wasn't cut out to be some meticulous schemer. No matter how many skills I unlocked, I'd never make a good villain.
"So-jin's pretty chill about it, though."
Unlike how she'd grinned in front of Yu-ra, she must've been pretty shocked deep down. She'd vented every bit of it in those messages, but that was it.
No talk of breaking up or never showing my face again. She joked about reporting me, but it was probably just that—a joke.
"...Probably a joke, right?"
I arrived at her place. No cops, I hoped.
I flew there in no time and landed in front of her building. I'd worried the front gate on the first floor might be locked like last time, forcing me to call Pomi, but luckily it was open.
I climbed to the third floor where she lived, hesitated before punching in the door lock code, then reached for the doorbell instead.
Ding-dong.
I waited a few seconds, but no answer. She'd been drinking with friends late last night—still asleep?
I moved my hand back to the door lock, but then there was a click, and So-jin's groggy voice came through.
- ...Who is it.
She could clearly see my face on the camera, but she was playing grumpy anyway.
"Ahem. So-jin-ah, it's your mister."
- Mister? Nah, you look too young for that. Wait, you're not Bomi's brother, are you?
"So-jin-ah, let's talk face-to-face."
- I can see you just fine. What's wrong? Can't you break in like usual?
"I'm sorry, so I came early in the morning. Come on?"
- Hmph!
A snort, then the intercom cut off, followed by small footsteps from the other side of the door.
The door flew open.
"Come in."
So-jin peeked out, glaring up at me with puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes.
"Sleep well?"
"I stayed up late because of someone, and now that same someone woke me up from a good sleep!"
"Heh, let's head inside. Come on, So-jin-ah."
I stepped in, grabbed her shoulders, and shuffled forward.
"Hey, let gooo. I'm mad."
"Even mad, our So-jin's cute."
"Ugh."
She grumbled but didn't shake off my hand on her shoulder.
We sat facing each other on the bed where she'd been sleeping soundly just moments ago. And the moment we sat, the rapid-fire interrogation began.
"You ignore me when I beg you to come over, saying 'Mister, you're busy? Just send a tit pic?' and playing hard to get. But ha! Now that you've got something to hide, you show up quick? Must feel sorry, huh?"
"Mister's all wrong. I'll come by more often from now on."
"Who said I'd meet you again?"
"Playing coy?"
"This guy's hilarious. What makes you so cocky?"
"The bond between you and my dick?"
"Ewww..."
Her disgusted face, like she'd seen a bug, was charming too!
"Before we get back together, let's do a background check. How old are you, mister?"
"Even kids these days say 'background check'?"
"How. Old. Are. You."
"Th-Thirty."
"Not mister material? More like oppa?"
I remembered she had a thing for older guys—thirties and up—so I quickly added,
"Nah, thirty's still mister territory."
"Your face says mister, yeah."
"Hey."
"Hold still. Let me get a good look."
She'd always whined about wanting to see my face, and now she scooted right up like this was her chance. We stared at each other from so close I could feel her breath.
"So this is what mister looks like. Kinda ugly, but I like it. Feels like you're getting defiled?"
Perverted tastes, this girl.
But wait—I just got hit with some harsh judgment there. Did she know this was my face with the [Charm] skill buff?
"Heehee. Why's your face red, mister? Too close? So cute."
"Hey, I'm holding my breath. You brush your teeth first. How much garlic did you eat last night?"
Smack!
A chop to the top of my head.
"Ow. Brat, hitting an adult?"
"You're the one always messing around!"
"Not messing—this is real stink."
"Hey!"
After a bit of 'huff huff' breathing, So-jin spoke up again.
"From now on, answer only what I ask. Got it?"
"No."
"Married?"
"Nah."
"..."
"Okay, okay, no more jokes. Not married."
"Haa. So that Kim Yu-ra from yesterday? Her, right? Your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Answer properly."
"Yeah, she's my girlfriend."
"Hmm. Kinda disappointing."
"You're my girlfriend too. Don't be too bummed."
She stared at me like, what're you on about?
"Huh? Oh, I mean, less disappointing than hearing you had a wife."
"Huh?"
What the hell was she saying?
I gawked at her. She liked ugly old guys and had a cheating fetish? I grabbed her hand and said warmly,
"How'd you end up like this, So-jin-ah?"
You weren't always this way.
"Hey, you're the one who made me this way! Yeah, all your fault."
She averted her eyes under my gaze—the homewrecker herself.
"Ahem. Anyway, Bomi really your sister?"
"Yeah."
Pomi, the origin of all my lies.
"So all that wife and daughter talk before was bullshit? Wow, trash."
"Trash? What're you saying, you homewrecker? Don't deflect onto me."
"I said answer only what I ask. Come to think of it, wasn't it that day you and Bomi came as guests? When you snuck in at dawn and jumped me? Wow. Planned it from the start."
She eyed me up and down with a smug look.
"Fell for me that day, huh?"
"Sneaking in what you wanna hear?"
"Tch. Would it kill you to say it?"
She clicked her tongue, then bragged,
"Y'know, last time you said your wife was scary, that she'd stab you and then herself if you broke up. That's why I played dumb yesterday. You know?"
"When you winked yesterday, I thought you were Thousand Mountain. Gave me chills."
"I got chills when you lowered your voice and went 'So-jin-ah, it's your mister.' But for real? Her personality like that?"
"Yeah, no joke. She's mellowed lately, but back then she'd say if I left her, she'd kill me and go with me. Or if she saw me with another girl, who knows what she'd do."
"Whoa? Makes sense. Even from our short chat yesterday, she seemed intense."
"Right?"
"I was totally intimidated when she got serious and grilled me yesterday. How do you just unload on a stranger like that?"
"That's just how she is."
Huh? This was turning out nicer than expected?
Yu-ra was always trash-talking me with Pomi, and I had no allies.
Only Pomi and my mom knew about Yu-ra, and they were firmly Team Yu-ra. Pomi especially—if I badmouthed Yu-ra, she'd spy on me like a total snitch!
Who'd have thought I'd snag an unexpected back-talk buddy like this.
"Still, if Yu-ra doesn't get mad, she's so pretty and sweet."
"Don't defend her. But yeah, she is gorgeous. Why's she with a guy like you?"
"What the hell, dude?"
"Facts hurt a bit?"
"Hey, you're pretty too, and you lose your mind over my dick. One taste and she'd... You know."
No Yu-ra around to hear, so I bluffed hard.
Meanwhile, So-jin glanced down at my crotch and grinned like a perv.
"Heh."
"That laugh was straight-up old man."
She giggled for a while, then her eyes went wide.
"Oh, right. Almost forgot. What were those pics that sister showed yesterday?"
"Huh?"
She meant the two photos Yu-ra had shown her.
"I thought they looked familiar when I saw them yesterday."
"You seen them before?"
"Yeah, remember that porn going around our school? Yonsei Ping Pong Girl, Ghost Girl."
Her words jogged my memory. The outdoor sex vid with Yu-ra at Yonsei was still circulating, and my face (Yu-ra's first ver.) was fully visible in it.
So-jin, obsessed with her school's rival hotness and rewatching it daily, spotting the similarity between the video face and yesterday's photo? Totally natural.
"Checked at home, and yeah, not exact, but super similar. Whose pics were they?"
"Uh... well?"
Cornered.
"No way, yours?"
Her eyes bulged as she pointed at my head.
I flinched!
"Wh-Why?"
No way she figured it out?
"This face a mask too? They do that in movies sometimes. Come here, lemme tug!"
She said it like a joke, hopped up, and jammed both hands under my chin, yanking upward hard. No joke in her grip strength.
"Urghhh."
"Hey! Mister's head's gonna pop off! Stop, you're doing it on purpose!"
After a solid tug-of-war, she wiped sweat from her forehead, panting.
"Haa, haa. Real face, huh?"
"Of course it's real! What am I, a CSI agent wearing fake faces?"
I rubbed my neck, grumbling, and she burst out laughing.
After that, we talked for ages. Mostly about me—stuff I'd held back on to hide my identity. She listened with sparkling eyes, never bored.
Since I'd come so early, even after all that chatting, we had time left. About three hours till her certification class in the afternoon?
So-jin gave me a sly look.
"Mister, what now?"
"Gonna do you."
I said it like it was obvious, but she wasn't after the cliché line. She made an unexpected offer.
"You tricked me all this time, so today you're my slave. Time you felt what it's like being a bitch."
"What?"
"Today, you're the male dog! Tsst tsst, come here, puppy. What was your name again, mister?"
She dove into roleplay without my okay.
"Fine. I'm sorry, so I'll play once. Name's Choi Jun-young. That hard to remember?"
"Mister rolls off the tongue too easy. Hehe. Hmm, Choi Jun-young, so..."
She pondered a few seconds, then beamed and beckoned me.
"Choi! Come here. Gotta lick sis's pussy. Tsst tsst!"