Chapter 186: Handsome Guy
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 186: Handsome Guy
Heo Jeong-ah, a freshman in the Department of Architectural Engineering.
She was the girlfriend of Jeong Chan-woo—a "catch" that every girl wanted—yet she herself was on the rather plain side.
She wasn't exactly ugly, but she wasn't a beauty either.
She was just... average.
I’d heard that some people possess a charm that transcends physical appearance when it comes to dating. I wondered if that applied to Heo Jeong-ah, but it seemed there was some room for doubt.
After all, despite landing a "big fish" like Chan-woo, she had just walked into the cafe arm-in-arm with another man.
"Usually, in anime or novels, a guy like that is either the older brother or the younger brother."
"What are you talking about, you fucking otaku?"
Yoo Ah-rin, who dismissed my opinion without a second thought, watched the situation unfold with a dead-serious expression. It seemed she felt the gravity of the situation—the possibility that a friend’s partner was two-timing.
"Does that look like an older or younger brother to you?"
"…No."
But maybe he was a cousin or something?
I tried to steer things in a positive direction so Chan-woo could keep his composure, but...
"O-Oppa..."
The look on Heo Jeong-ah’s face was filled with a level of panic that couldn't possibly be faked.
Ah, we’re screwed.
This was definitely an affair.
"Hey, who is the person next to you?"
Chan-woo asked courageously.
"No, well, you see..."
While Heo Jeong-ah stammered, unable to give a proper answer, the other man actually looked at her with a bewildered expression.
"Is... is this him?"
Him.
The way he referred to Chan-woo with such extreme deference made it clear he was intimidated.
Since he knows who Chan-woo is, Jeong-ah must have told him she had a boyfriend.
I figured they’d probably met naturally while he was listening to her complain about her relationship or something similar.
"No, I mean... a guy like this?"
The man stared at Heo Jeong-ah as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He probably wanted to think he wasn't a bad-looking guy himself, but the gap in their levels was just too vast.
Was he wondering if Jeong-ah had been playing him instead, because the difference was so extreme?
Just as the man was looking at Jeong-ah in disbelief...
"Jeong-ah, I guess... this is the end for us, right?"
When Chan-woo asked bitterly, Jeong-ah hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah. It’s been so hard because of you, Oppa. I haven't dated much, but... you’re so inconsiderate."
"I see."
Chan-woo hung his head. Seeing him apologize and say he was sorry for everything made my chest feel strangely tight with frustration.
"Excuse me..."
"You crazy bitch."
I was about to step in and ask how she could be so shameless, but Yoo Ah-rin, who was standing beside me, had already stepped forward and was glaring at Heo Jeong-ah.
"You’ve lost your mind. Sure, Chan-woo might be clumsy or lack a bit of tact. You can break up with him for that."
Look at her rolling up her sleeves. If I wasn't careful, a punch was going to fly.
"But then you should’ve said it properly and broken up before dating someone else! How dare you bring another guy around and talk shit about being 'exhausted' or whatever!"
"Whoa! Ah-rin! Ah-rin!"
I barely managed to grab her from behind just as she was about to throw a punch. She even tried to kick, so I hoisted her up and dragged her back a few steps.
"Let me go! I’m going to break that bitch’s head!"
"Hey, hey! Calm down! If you fight her, she’s going to end up in the hospital!"
"Then you get hit instead!"
I don't know why she suddenly raised her hands and started drumming on my head, but as I stood there holding Yoo Ah-rin and taking the hits, my mind started to go a bit hazy.
"Another! Another woman! Argh! You son of a—!"
"Why are you suddenly cursing at me?!"
I have no idea why the girl who was screaming about killing Heo Jeong-ah suddenly turned her target on me.
Anyway.
Ignoring the two of us making a scene, Chan-woo stepped forward. He gently took Heo Jeong-ah’s hand and spoke with a sorrowful smile.
"Thank you. Thanks to you, I realized how much I’m lacking as a person."
"Ah..."
"So... take care. I did this because I wasn't good enough, but you’re a good person."
After bowing to the other man and asking him to take care of her, Chan-woo walked straight out of the cafe.
"O-Oppa!"
Heo Jeong-ah called out to him with a hint of regret, perhaps having felt something from his final display. However, her voice didn't reach him. She just stood there, blankly staring at the back of the man she had discarded.
Yoo Ah-rin and I followed him out, throwing in our own parting shots.
"Don't you dare go looking for him later because you're feeling 'lingering regrets.' It’s disgusting."
"Stay out of my sight. I’ll kill you."
After giving her a satisfying piece of our minds as friends, we stepped outside. Chan-woo was waiting for us, smiling sadly.
"Should we go somewhere?"
Yoo Ah-rin and I looked at each other at the same time. Then, we nodded and shouted.
"How about karaoke? Let's go belt out some songs!"
"Sounds great! I’m actually a killer singer!"
At our exaggerated reactions, Chan-woo managed to let out a small laugh.
* * *
Exactly three days later.
While waiting for the professor after arriving early for a lecture, Yoo Ah-rin, sitting next to me, gave me a tip-off.
"I heard Heo Jeong-ah broke up with her new boyfriend."
"Serves her right!"
I reflexively pumped my fist and shouted, making Yoo Ah-rin smirk.
"Right? That look on her face at the end definitely screamed regret."
"Doesn't Chan-woo have this class too? Are you going to tell him?"
Knowing Chan-woo’s personality, I didn't think he’d be happy to hear something like that, even if it was about an ex. Yoo Ah-rin held her phone to her mouth, thought for a moment, and then shook her head.
"No, I’m not going to say anything. He’s got a soft heart; if I tell him, he might actually go find her."
"Yeah, you’re right."
Just then, Chan-woo walked into the lecture hall. Wearing his Department Jacket and approaching with a bright smile, there was...
"..."
"..."
A woman I’d never seen before was clinging to his arm.
"Am I seeing things?"
I rubbed my eyes and checked again, but it was definitely a woman. And this time, she was quite pretty. She was wearing the same Department Jacket, and her physical affection was quite intense—and Chan-woo was accepting it without any hesitation.
"Hey, these are my friends."
Chan-woo smiled and introduced us to the woman.
"Hello! I’m Min Se-rin, a freshman in Architectural Engineering. I’m Chan-woo Oppa’s girlfriend!"
She looked so smitten as she rubbed her cheek against his arm.
"We’ll sit somewhere else."
Maybe because he’d mentioned at the gym that his girlfriend felt uncomfortable meeting us for the first time, Chan-woo had learned his lesson and moved to a seat where they could be alone.
"...It’s been three days."
Literally exactly three days.
Yoo Ah-rin and I stared blankly at Chan-woo before I spoke.
"Want to bet on how many girlfriends Chan-woo has this year?"
"How about a bet on how many girls he makes take a leave of absence?"
"That does sound more interesting."
It was only the end of March, and he’d already finished one.
"I’m betting on exactly ten."
"I say fifteen."
"At that point, isn't he basically public property for the department?"
"More like the guy’s a sociopath. Should we call the police?"
"Let’s call a hospital instead. We can have him take a sociopath test later."
The professor arrived, so the conversation couldn't continue, but...
"Seriously, they say you should never worry about handsome guys."
As I muttered while clicking my tongue, Yoo Ah-rin, who was watching me, replied with a smirk.
"You’re fine as you are. If you got too handsome, things would just get complicated."
"..."
"In my opinion, if you had a face like Chan-woo’s, you wouldn't have asked three girls to date you—it would’ve been five."
"Hey, come on. I’m only human. Five is a bit much."
"Right? Five is a bit much, isn't it?"
"Of course. If it’s five, isn't that more like a stud than a human? If two more get added to the list, I’ll walk a lap around the school completely naked."
"Noted."
After finishing our idle chatter, we began to focus on the lecture.
"Wait a minute, you jerk."
Yoo Ah-rin, who had been resting her chin on her hand, suddenly frowned and glared at me.
"You just naturally acted like three is okay?"
"..."
Caught.
"Don't you think four people could get along well? It’s the perfect number for a game of Monopoly."
"Did you confess to three girls just so you could play Monopoly? Seriously, how am I supposed to deal with you?"
Yoo Ah-rin’s hand twitched as if she were ready to hit me right then and there. Fortunately, because the professor was lecturing, she couldn't move as she pleased.
In the end, she started kicking me under the desk.
"Don't step on my feet. Stop it."
Even as she poked and prodded, she had taken off her shoes, so it felt soft rather than hard. After hitting me with her sock-covered soles for a while, she naturally shifted her body and rested her legs on my lap.
She kept her chin on her hand and looked toward the professor, showing off some impressive waist flexibility.
"What do you want?"
"Massage them."
That was random.
As I carefully began to press down on her soles with my thumbs, Yoo Ah-rin flinched slightly and gave a silly grin.
"I’ve thought this since last time, but you’re actually pretty good at massages."
"I learned so I could do it for you guys."
"It would’ve been nice if you said 'for you' instead of 'you guys'—hngh?!"
When I intentionally applied a bit more pressure, Yoo Ah-rin’s hips lifted slightly off the chair, and she clamped her mouth shut. Luckily, there was no one in the seats directly behind us.
Well, even if they saw, they’d probably just think, Look at this couple being lovey-dovey during class. Go die.
"Haaa, that feels really good."
Seeing her enjoying it, I lightly tugged at the tip of her sock. The sock slid off slowly, revealing her fair, bare foot.
"What’s this? Why are you taking it off so erotically?"
"I didn't."
"Tsk. Is it because it’s you? I feel like even if you recited a Buddhist sutra, it would sound erotic."
"How can reciting a sutra be erotic?"
"The tongue?"
I pulled each of her toes one by one and gently pressed the center of her foot with my fingers. After giving her a fairly dedicated foot massage, I gave her sole a final slap.
"Done. Put them down."
"Do it a bit more."
She must have liked it.
Despite feeling a strange sense of satisfaction, I grumbled for her to put them down.
"Your feet smell. Put them down."
"They do not!"
"I’m telling you, they do."
Actually, they didn't, but I thought saying that would make things a bit more manageable.
Swish!
Yoo Ah-rin swung her foot up to my face and shoved her toes into my nostril.
"Pffft—!?"
"Smell them. I told you they don't."
"Hey! The professor is looking!"
I definitely have to give her credit for her flexibility. Raising her leg to my face while sitting down was impressive.
Come to think of it, she could even do the splits while standing.
Yoo Ah-rin had some surprisingly impressive traits. She could even do a windmill.
When I grabbed her instep and yanked it down, she covered her mouth and giggled, finding it hilarious.
"Hahaha! Look at Kim Woo-jin panicking. I only raised it when the professor was looking at the chalkboard, so it’s fine."
"..."
"Besides, they don't smell, right? You brat, you were sucking on my toes last time, so what’s this about a smell?"
"Did... I?"
When I stuttered in embarrassment, Yoo Ah-rin immediately got annoyed.
"You don't remember? When we were playing around with the handcuffs, you were licking them and stuff."
Ah, right.
I guess I’d forgotten because there were so many other intense memories.
"Ugh. I only have experience with him, so I remember it instantly, but this jerk has his memory partitioned into folders for Seo Ye-rin, Choi I-seo, and Oh Yun-ji. You bastard."
"..."
"Ah, get lost. I don't want a massage anymore."
She was the one who put them there, but man, what a temper.
Just as Yoo Ah-rin was about to pull her legs away...
"You two, the couple?"
The professor pointed in our direction and gestured.
We both flinched. Startled, we pointed at ourselves, but the professor shook his head.
"No, not you. The very back row."
When all the students turned their heads, there sat Chan-woo and his new girlfriend.
"I’m sorry, but please refrain from public displays of affection in the lecture hall. Everyone can see you."
"Ahem, ahem. I-I’m sorry."
Chan-woo apologized, his face turning beet red. Judging by the lipstick marks smeared near his mouth...
"As expected."
You really don't need to worry about handsome guys.