Chapter 422: Uncle's Pure Heart
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 422: Uncle's Pure Heart
“Should I just go home?”
I muttered the complaint while staring up at the sky. Not that it mattered; the girls would probably just show up at my place anyway.
I was also worried about them coming to a dangerous place like this when I wasn't around.
“……That son of a bitch, Jeong Chan-woo.”
So, I just settled for cursing Chan-woo.
If he hadn't gotten caught up in this mess, I could be sitting safely at home right now.
And Ahn Hyun-ho was no better.
“Oh, right.”
I pulled out my phone.
I took a photo of the woman who had been flirting with Ahn Hyun-ho from the pamphlet at the entrance and sent it off immediately.
The reply came back instantly.
That should be enough.
I was currently on the verge of being killed by my own girls, so I figured I was entitled to this much.
Besides, what Ahn Hyun-ho was doing was basically cheating anyway.
“Sigh.”
I wanted to wrap things up with Chan-woo before the girls arrived, and right on cue, the Bald Man and the rest of the group stepped outside.
Senior Ju-hee awkwardly avoided my gaze.
When I stared pointedly at her and started vigorously scrubbing the spot on my sleeve where she had just kissed me, her eyes narrowed into a glare.
That alone was enough to make me flinch.
Wait, why am I flinching? I didn't do anything wrong.
I tried to act confident, and the Bald Man spoke up with a smile.
“We found where Chan-woo is. Apparently, some Yakuza moved into the street, and it looks like they took him.”
“The Yakuza took Chan-woo?”
“The owner there is a woman. Word is he got caught by her.”
“Ah.”
Well, that was interesting.
I didn't really take it that seriously.
“Then he’s probably not dead.”
“Most likely, right?”
Then it was fine.
Whether they were Yakuza or whatever didn't matter to me at all anymore.
What mattered more was finishing this quickly and figuring out what kind of excuse I was going to give the girls.
The Bald Man set off immediately. Leaving behind Ahn Hyun-ho, who looked disappointed that he couldn't play with the women longer, Senior Ju-hee slipped over to my side.
“You’re certainly scrubbing that hard, aren't you?”
“…….”
“Was it really that unpleasant?”
I mean, it’s only normal to wipe off saliva, isn't it?
I wondered if I was the weird one, but I could sense a strange air of sulkiness emanating from her.
When I looked away without answering, Senior Ju-hee let out a sigh.
“They say Yakuza never back down from a fight. So once we get there, make sure you stay glued to my side.”
“How about I just wait outside?”
Like, not even entering the establishment.
Senior Ju-hee seemed to consider it for a moment, thinking it wasn't a bad idea, but then she shook her head.
“No, I think it’s better if I have you right next to me.”
“Well, I suppose being next to you is the safest place to be, Senior.”
She nodded firmly.
The safest place was indeed by Senior Ju-hee’s side.
“Then, can you protect me when the girls show up, too?”
“…….”
“Senior?”
“…….”
“Senior?!”
I called out to her, but she couldn't give me an answer.
“Hey, Kim Woo-jin! What did you send Gyu-a?!”
“Shut up! I’m stressed enough as it is!”
“How the hell do you have a photo of that Noona from earlier?!”
“It’s your own fault for acting up!”
I ignored Ahn Hyun-ho’s rambling and suppressed him with pure logic.
He was one of the main culprits who had ruined my current situation.
The place we arrived at was a karaoke bar that had a distinctly Japanese feel.
Since Japan is often called the "Land of Adult Entertainment," I wondered if their karaoke would be different, but it just seemed like the interior design was the only real change.
“Hold it.”
As we tried to swarm in, some big guys immediately blocked our path.
“They didn't say 'Chotto matte,' huh.”
When I whispered that from the back, the guys glared at me as if offended.
I immediately hid behind Senior Ju-hee, and she looked back at me with a somewhat pathetic expression.
It was a look of silent rebuke, asking why I was picking a fight.
But they’re Yakuza; I thought they’d speak Japanese.
If they speak Korean, how are they any different from local thugs?
“We’re looking for someone.”
The Bald Man stepped forward and showed the photo of Jeong Chan-woo on his phone.
The man’s brow furrowed instantly, and he shook his head.
“Don’t know him.”
Wow, he really can't lie.
“I know he’s in here.”
When the Bald Man replied with blatant irritation, the Yakuza swept his bangs back as if annoyed.
“I said I don’t know.”
That guy is dead.
Sweeping your hair back in front of a bald man?
That’s practically a declaration of war.
“If you let him go now, I won’t make a scene.”
However, the Bald Man graciously overlooked the provocation like a saint.
His incredibly deep patience made him look like a monk who had spent years building virtue in a mountain temple.
Well, they both have the same hairstyle, after all.
“I said I don’t know, so get lost.”
The Yakuza bared his teeth.
Sensing that a fight was about to break out, I pressed myself even closer to Senior Ju-hee.
“Aren't you… aren't you getting a bit too close?”
She seemed flustered, perhaps a bit embarrassed.
Finding that somewhat amusing, I whispered into her ear.
“Sorry.”
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren't you?!”
Thwack!
Just then, the fight began up front. The Yakuza threw the first punch, but the Bald Man took it and immediately landed a counter.
“Let’s go in.”
The Bald Man led the way.
I’m just glad the Yakuza who just went down was ugly.
If he’d been handsome, he probably would have ended up in some humiliation scenario later.
As we headed inside, I heard the sound of a crowd rushing toward us.
Thinking that knocking one guy down had triggered a whole swarm, I stuck even closer to Senior Ju-hee.
“Who the hell are these guys?!”
“You think you can just barge into our territory?!”
“So you want a war, is that it?!”
The Bald Man began tearing through the rushing Yakuza. Watching him, I felt a bit disappointed.
“I thought they’d be shouting 'Kono-yaro' or 'Baka-yaro,' but I guess not.”
As I said before, if they’re going to act like this, they’re really no different from Korean gangsters.
“Baka-yarooo!”
Just then, a rough roar echoed from behind.
It was a welcome sound, but a fresh wave of Yakuza was pouring in from the entrance we had just used.
Senior Ju-hee immediately raised her baseball bat and blocked the path.
The Bald Man was in front of the hallway.
Senior Ju-hee was at the back.
This felt like an invincible formation.
In fact, Senior Ju-hee’s bat was currently pummeling the Yakuza without a shred of mercy.
“Senior could even make it in the big leagues.”
Ahn Hyun-ho watched in awe.
He used to be a school bully back in high school, but even for him, trying to hang in this environment would be a stretch.
Suddenly, one of the karaoke room doors in the hallway swung open, and a Yakuza charged at us.
I instinctively curled into a ball, but Ahn Hyun-ho, apparently having some pride left, clenched his fist and swung.
Crack!
He took a direct hit to the face and collapsed instantly.
“You idiot, why are you even trying to fight?! Do you think you’re some kind of tough guy? You’re just a loser!”
“Ugh—.”
“If you’re trash, just stay crumpled like trash! You moron, acting up when you don't even know your place! That’s why you live like that, you dork!”
“……Hey.”
“If you go down in one hit, were you lying about being a bully in school? Were you actually the one getting beaten up?! You don't know your own level at all! Know your place!”
“Knock it off, you asshole.”
Still on the floor, Ahn Hyun-ho threw his shoe at me.
Why was he taking his anger out on me when it was the Yakuza who hit him?
Anyway, the moment Ahn Hyun-ho went down and the Yakuza’s eyes landed on me—
Senior Ju-hee’s flying kick landed squarely on the guy, slamming him into the wall.
“How dare you! How dare you! How dare you!”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
She then proceeded to beat the Yakuza with her bat.
Finally, she swung her bat like she was returning a package and sent him flying back into the room he had come from.
“Now that’s world-class.”
Senior Ju-hee is seriously amazing.
“Backs against the wall!”
At her command, I pressed my back firmly against the wall. She immediately stood in front of me, swinging her bat to keep the thugs at bay.
“Me, me too! Me too!”
The fallen Ahn Hyun-ho begged to be protected as well, but he was quickly forgotten and left to huddle in the corner.
At least he wasn't getting beaten up anymore.
My chest was pressed right against Senior Ju-hee’s back.
Not knowing what to do with my hands, I ended up hugging her.
“Is this sexual harassment?!”
Startled, she shouted, and in the process of hugging her, I instinctively ended up grabbing her chest.
Even while being "harassed," she continued to fight well.
Jokes aside, other than me grabbing her chest, she didn't seem to be in even the slightest bit of danger.
“Stop!”
Suddenly, a woman’s voice echoed through the hallway.
A black-haired woman holding a karaoke microphone stood at the end of the hall.
She was beautiful.
To be honest, she looked familiar.
“She looks like someone you’d see in an adult video.”
She had that specific look common in Japanese AVs.
Hearing my murmur, Senior Ju-hee nudged me in the solar plexus with her elbow as a warning.
“You came looking for Chan-woo-san?”
I thought a female Yakuza would be wearing a kimono, but she was in ordinary clothes, which was a bit disappointing.
“Where is he?”
The Bald Man strode toward her. She wore a complicated expression before answering.
“He is here. May I ask why you are looking for him?”
“I came to save him. I heard he was out of contact and in danger.”
“And what exactly is your relationship with Chan-woo-san?”
“I hold him in my heart.”
For a moment, the Bald Man’s former lackey flinched in shock.
The woman, however, didn't seem particularly surprised and replied calmly.
“Chan-woo-san is in no danger. Because he is going to marry me.”
“Damn, if you’re handsome, even women who look like AV actresses make moves like that.”
As I marveled at the situation, Senior Ju-hee glanced back at me.
“You’re not exactly one to talk, Young Master.”
“I’m not handsome enough to compete with Chan-woo.”
“……I wasn't talking about your looks.”
In times like this, you just have to be shameless.
Since Senior Ju-hee kept staring at me, I slid my hands up and squeezed her chest again.
“……?!”
“Ahem, let’s focus over there.”
“Th-this is workplace sexual harassment!”
“You did it too, Senior!”
While we were having our own conversation, things were progressing over there.
Eventually, they called Chan-woo out.
“G-guys! You came!”
Chan-woo didn't look particularly hurt.
In fact, it looked like he’d been having a pretty good time.
His face and neck were covered in lipstick marks.
This guy… he was totally enjoying it.
“Chan-woo-san! Was the reason you wouldn't accept my confession because of that man?!”
“Huh?!”
“Don’t tell me…… you’re into that?”
“I am not! Absolutely not!”
Chan-woo denied it vehemently.
“They say a strong denial is basically an admission.”
“Kim Woo-jin, shut the hell up!”
Chan-woo shouted at me, having overheard.
Even when we come to save him, he’s still a jerk.
“Sigh, Miyako-san. I appreciate your feelings…… but I can’t date you like this.”
Perhaps because we were there, Chan-woo spoke up confidently.
“I’m going to the military soon, and I don’t want to date someone who does such scary work.”
“Chan-woo-san…….”
“My friends came to save me. Please, just let me go.”
At Chan-woo’s plea, the woman named Miyako’s expression darkened.
As expected, being too handsome is a problem.
“Chan-woo, I’m so glad you’re safe.”
With teary eyes, the Bald Man placed a hand over his heart. His bulging muscles twitched impressively.
“You have no idea how worried I was when I heard you were in danger.”
“…….”
“It only confirmed how I truly feel about you.”
I thought it was incredibly random, but then I realized it was the Bald Man’s strategy.
The suspension bridge effect, combined with an unexpected surprise confession. Not only that, but a public confession in front of everyone.
The Bald Man’s brilliant brain had chosen the confession with the highest probability of success.
“If it’s too much pressure to date, how about we just try going on one date?”
“Ooh! Date him! The man came all this way to save you!”
I was on the Bald Man’s side.
“If you date him, maybe you don't even have to go to the military!”
Is that how it works?
Honestly, I had no idea, but I just threw it out there.
“Why is this turning into such a weirdly touching atmosphere?”
Senior Ju-hee muttered, scratching her head awkwardly.
And then.
Under the watchful eyes of both Yakuza and gangsters.
Chan-woo covered his face with both hands and replied, sobbing.
“Fuck, I absolutely cannot do that.”
Well, yeah.
That’s only natural.