The Heroine God Maxed Out On — Han Yeseul
Huh? What was she talking about? Embarrassed because of Yeseul?
I hadn't even met Yeseul yesterday, so what was there to be embarrassed about?
Since I had no idea what she meant, I decided to just brush past it.
Huh? Thinking about mine?
What on earth was she talking about?
Anyway, the fact that she'd fallen asleep thinking about me put me in a good mood.
I tapped her profile picture and enlarged it.
Haaah.......
Looking at her again, our Yeseul was just too cute and too pretty.
That pure, innocent beauty that looked like it had never once been tainted by the touch of a man—that especially killed me.
Sure, the bitches at the company could clean up decently enough when they went outside, but the truth was they weren't even in the same league as our Yeseul. If the company bitches sat somewhere between Platinum and Diamond, our Yeseul was Challenger—the heavenly realm. In other words, if you ranked the beauties of South Korea, Yeseul was a legendary-grade top 0.01%.
On top of that, her height was on the petite side for a woman in this world, which made her just about the perfect ideal type for me.
And that Yeseul had fallen asleep thinking about me.
It almost felt like I was dreaming.
I waited for Yeseul's reply, but for a while her chat stayed silent.
Huh? Did I say something wrong?
Was that too forward?
But just as I was almost at the Development Business Department, my phone buzzed again.
That was an incredibly embarrassed-looking emoticon, wasn't it?
Was she that shy about having fallen asleep thinking about me?
Honestly, our Yeseul was just so pure.
Just thinking about her made my heart pound and my face heat up.
It was that same fresh, fluttering feeling I used to get back in elementary school whenever I thought about my favorite foreign actress, Kaya Scodelario.
Ah, enough just torturing myself like this—I should ask Yeseul out once.
A real man should be the one to speak up first.
The truth was, starting a month from now I wouldn't be living as Yu Sihyun anymore—I'd be living as South Korea's super idol Park Jihyun—so I didn't have much time left.
Once I started living the life of idol Park Jihyun, I'd be insanely busy.
Before that, I wanted to capture Yeseul's heart no matter what.
I could guarantee it: no matter how many gorgeous top-tier beauties filled the glittering entertainment industry, there wouldn't be a single girl prettier than our Yeseul.
And on top of that, while our Yeseul looked like a heavenly-realm legendary beauty, from everything we'd talked about so far her heart seemed as pure and kind as a child's.
In an entertainment industry crawling with fake, fox-like women, I could guarantee that even in this gender-reversed world you wouldn't find a girl as modest and pure as Yeseul.
I mustered my courage and sent her a message.
And........
Just as expected, no reply from Yeseul for a while.
Ah, maybe I shouldn't have said anything.
Did I approach her too easily?
Even in a gender-reversed world, a girl like Yeseul would have enough guys hanging off her to fill an entire military parade ground.
Even back in the original Korea before the genders flipped, regardless of the male-to-female ratio, a guy as handsome and charismatic as Z-Dragon would have women going crazy for him.
Just like no one who isn't a complete idiot would trade a single jewel for a thousand rocks, even in a gender-reversed world where the ratio was insanely stacked in men's favor, a jewel was still a jewel.
Its value didn't change.
Ah, had I just charged in recklessly without any buildup just because Yeseul had shown a little interest in me?
Other guys would have been showering her with jewels and all kinds of gifts while laying on the affection offensive.
I already regretted asking her out so hastily in my impatience.
Ah, fuck. This is irritating—should I just go mess with Seo Yuri instead?
I suddenly felt like taking my completely unrelated frustration out on Seo Yuri.
But that thought only lasted a moment!
Oh!
What was this.
Our Yeseul was surprisingly simple, wasn't she?
And more than anything, I could feel the sincerity in her message about fretting over how to reply to me. And those cute free emoticons!
There wasn't a single thing about our Yeseul that wasn't adorable.
Looking at it, with looks that put her in South Korea's top 0.001%—legendary Challenger-tier—she could have already bought several houses in Gangnam just by getting sponsored by guys, yet she didn't even have a single proper paid emoticon. That hit me as genuine high-level affection.
No matter how hard things got, she refused to dirty herself by using men as sugar daddies the way the kimchi bitches of the original Korea did, and instead insisted on surviving on her own strength.
How could I not find that lovable!
Of course—that was why a girl pretty enough to make a celebrity cry was out delivering pizza.
Damn, this was God maxing out stats so hard it was almost unfair.
Legendary Challenger-tier looks and a personality that was a total cheat character.
Afraid she might be waiting on my reply, I answered right away.
Now that I knew Yeseul wasn't some fox-like woman who calculated and tested men like the other bitches, I no longer needed to put on an act of being a bad boy just to hold her interest.
Manna Snack Bar was a snack place I used to frequent a lot—always quiet, never many people.
Now that I knew I was Park Jihyun, South Korea's hottest male idol, it was better to be careful.
I wanted to avoid crowded places as much as possible.
And anywhere near the company was too dangerous.
I wanted to protect Yeseul from the crazy femi bitches at work.
—Buzz, buzz!
A message came back from Yeseul instantly.
Huh? I was the one fretting over whether it was too shabby to take her to a snack bar for our first meeting.
And yet Yeseul was the one feeling sorry........
Well, this was a gender-reversed world, so maybe that made sense.
Usually the woman picked the date course and the men just went and ate deliciously—a total paradise!
But I still came from the original Korea where men asked women out and paid for the date, so the idea of Yeseul covering the cost felt uncomfortable.
I sent her a cute little emoticon of my own.
I wanted to keep chatting with Yeseul longer, but now it was time to carry out the massive mission of re-taming those crazy femi-trash bitches.
Right on cue, a message arrived from Assistant Manager Lee Miyoung.
She sat right behind me, so messaging me meant she had something secret to say.
I shielded my phone with one hand and opened the message from Assistant Manager Lee Miyoung.
What Assistant Manager Lee Miyoung had sent was a file containing chat logs.
With a tense heart I clicked the KakaoTalk file she had sent.
When the file opened, the conversation the Development Business Department team members had shared through a secret chat scrolled out in a long stream.
And the contents were truly astonishing.
I really had done well planting Assistant Manager Miyoung as my spy.
Oh-ho. Seo Yuri, you fucking bitch.
She really couldn't hide her true nature.
For now she was keeping her sharp claws tucked away, but it was obvious these fucking bitches would soon try to corner me again to seize the initiative.
So I firmly decided what I would do this afternoon.
It was the Seo Yuri femi-trash feminist bitch total annihilation project.
You fucking bitch.
I'll turn this afternoon into a living hell you'll never forget for the rest of your life.
Because if I don't step on them, I'll be the one getting stepped on—that's the relationship between me and these slutty femi bitches.