Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Pool Villa
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"Haaah."
I let out a long yawn.
"Tired?"
Na-young, dressed in a pristine white dress that draped just low enough to gently cover her knees, topped with a pink cardigan for a fresh and innocent vibe, glanced at me as I walked beside her, stifling yawn after yawn, and asked.
"Of course I'm tired... But Na-young, aren't you exhausted?"
Just last night—no, until the crack of dawn today—Na-young had single-handedly taken on what felt like my endless lust.
Even when she teamed up with my third girlfriend, Chae-yeon, they couldn't keep up.
And now with Mi-jin, my newest girlfriend, joining the mix for a total of three, nothing had really changed.
The end was always the same: me standing strong, while the girls collapsed around me, drenched in my release, panting and utterly spent.
So it was only natural that handling me alone was too much for her.
Sure enough, in the early hours, after I'd ravaged her thoroughly, Na-young finally gave out, exhausted, and fell asleep.
I'd explored every inch of her body at my whim, leaving the flower-like beauty, full of perfection, looking faintly wilted from the strain.
After treatment like that, her body—steeped in endless pleasure—had to be aching, her mind temporarily weighed down, even if just for a bit.
Yet here she was, walking right beside me, looking perfectly fine.
Was that even possible?
Maybe she'd been swapped out for someone who just looked like her without me noticing.
Ridiculous thoughts were creeping in.
No way.
Someone might resemble her a bit, but no one could match Na-young's transcendent beauty.
"Mm. A little tired, but I'm okay!"
She furrowed her brow as if pondering for a moment, then flashed a bright smile and pressed her body right up against mine.
Na-young rubbed her face against my solid, muscled forearm playfully.
People who'd been staring, captivated by her otherworldly beauty, now shot jealous glares my way.
Among them were plenty of adults who looked twice our age, and inexplicably, some women too.
What? What's their problem?
She was so stunningly beautiful that she'd charmed beyond reason, even drawing in her own sex.
I vaguely remembered hearing, before my regression, that some famous female celeb had shyly named Na-young as her ideal type.
Age didn't make much difference.
Having such a gorgeous girl look only at me was amazing, and even with these little issues... it was still great.
How could I not love her perfect face, figure, and sweet personality?
"Yeah? Hehe."
I wrapped my arm around Na-young's slender waist as we walked side by side, pulling her even closer.
She seemed a bit surprised by the sudden bold affection but responded by wrapping her arms around my waist in a cute hug.
This rare alone time felt so sweet it was melting my teeth.
I loved Chae-yeon and Mi-jin too, but right now, I just wanted more time alone with Na-young, even if just a little.
But.
"Ah...! Chae-yeon!"
Na-young spotted a beautiful smiling girl.
And next to her.
"Mi-jin~!"
Mi-jin was there too.
"Who are these guys?"
My face hardened as I strode quickly toward them, glaring sharply at the four guys hanging around the girls and demanding answers.
They all shared the same awesome boyfriend—me—yet here they were with other dudes. Unforgivable.
Not that I had room to talk, already holding four girls and eyeing a fifth.
It was peak hypocrisy, trash-tier double standards, but that was their problem, not mine.
As long as everyone in this setup was happy, including me.
Anyway.
"Ahaha. Don't worry, it's not cheating."
Chae-yeon, reading my mind, smirked and whispered in my ear.
Definitely not cheating.
"Then who are they?"
"Hm... Same class?"
"What?"
Same class?
I scrutinized the guys' faces.
Still no recognition.
"No, wait, different class...?"
Chae-yeon didn't seem sure either, tilting her head in thought.
"Probably a different class."
Mi-jin chimed in uncertainly from the side.
What? These two don't even know them?
Guess they paid zero attention to any guys but me, so no clue who they were.
"Ji-hoon. You're on a date with Na-young. Don't sweat it."
How do they even know my name?
One of the four flashed a nice-guy smile and patted my shoulder.
That smile probably meant: You've got a girlfriend, so stay out of our business with Chae-yeon and Mi-jin.
"They just came up to us out of nowhere, acting all friendly while we waited."
I ignored him and asked Chae-yeon.
"Ah...! Exactly! Spot on!"
Chae-yeon, looking annoyed as hell, clapped with exaggerated admiration.
Yeah, figured.
These kids thought they were hot shit at school, noses in the air.
So they figured stunners like Chae-yeon and Mi-jin were girlfriend material.
Girls their age liked handsome guys, sure, but they were also drawn to strong, manly types.
That's why even ugly delinquent bullies ended up with pretty girlfriends.
And I hated those delinquents.
Lots of reasons.
Back in school before regression, I'd seen enough of their crap to last a lifetime.
Even celebs who'd gone public with their faces had disgusting histories of brutal school violence that made my ears burn.
How could they commit that stuff and then strut around shamelessly? Gave me chills.
"Hmph. Yeah?"
To anyone watching, I just looked like a guy on a date with his girlfriend Na-young.
The boys glared, their smiles hiding "get lost."
But.
"Scram."
We'd come out solely to meet those two.
"What...?"
They froze, faces stiffening at the sudden command.
"I said scram."
"......"
I repeated it, and their blank stares hardened.
"What? Wanna throw a punch?"
I offered my cheek.
I towered over them.
Delinquents or not, even if they boxed, kids were kids.
Especially against my thick arms—theirs were like bamboo stalks. No way they'd dare.
No confidence.
"Tch... Let's go."
They tucked tail and left.
"Lately, these types keep buzzing around."
Na-young was off-limits as my marked girlfriend, but the others...
Unclaimed beauties like Chae-yeon, Mi-jin, and even Eun-bi—these animals were all over them lately.
"Huh? Just in case?"
Mi-jin tilted her head and spoke.
"Don't know?"
"Ah... Guess not."
Seeing my confusion, Mi-jin smiled slyly.
"Confession Day's coming up."
"Confession Day? What's that?"
I could barely stomach kids fussing over Pocky Day, and now this?
"What? You really don't know? If you confess and start dating that day, your 100th day hits Christmas. That's Confession Day."
Chae-yeon explained, shocked.
Typical pointless holiday with a dumb reason.
Me before regression, me now—didn't care.
"Got it."
I replied flatly.
"Aw. I explained and that's all?"
Chae-yeon pouted, disappointed.
"Of course. You, me, Na-young—we've already got four girls. No interest."
"Hm... Makes sense?"
Mi-jin nodded at her own nonsense.
Wait, was it?
"Confession Day..."
I glanced at Na-young; she was mumbling it, lost in thought.
Ah. Did she want me to confess to her on Confession Day?
I'd check the date, prep big-time in secret, and do something romantic like the observatory confession.
Then.
"Ji-hoon!"
Na-young beamed, calling me.
"Yeah, Na-young."
"Confession Day! Confession Day!"
Yeah, yeah. Say the word, I'll do it.
"Let's confess to Eun-bi then!"
"......"
I felt like an idiot for expecting something else.
"Eun-bi hates over-the-top stuff, so maybe keep it simple like this, then this—she'd love it, right?"
I pulled Na-young, explaining her plan eagerly, into my arms.
"Huh?"
"Na-young. I'll handle Eun-bi. Let's catch the bus. Time's almost up."
No need to hear more.
I urged the girls toward the bus that'd take us to our home base for the next four days and three nights of fun, food, and sleep—away from this Confession Day nonsense.
But even after reaching the terminal with time to spare, they dove into a serious debate on how I'd confess to Eun-bi on Confession Day.