Chapter 544
Chapter 544
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 544
Chapter Title: Shattered Illusions
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I knew our relationship wasn't normal. I knew it would eventually crumble into emptiness one day. But... even so, I never imagined it would end this quickly. The boss wouldn't pick up my calls. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service"... Don't bullshit me, no way that's true! It felt like the sky was crashing down on me.
Meanwhile, the unnies couldn't care less.
They even congratulated me on hearing the marriage news.
They act like they couldn't survive a single day without the boss... What? Yeah, it was fun? Their cool-girl act made me sick. Switching up overnight was laughable. Yesterday they were getting railed by the boss right alongside me... What the hell... Was I the only one who was serious? I was pissed at the unfeeling unnies. And I resented the boss for ditching us.
"What I said back then... that was the truth for you."
He'd sworn it was real—at least with me...
What the fuck... Was even that a lie?
I hated the boss for ignoring my calls.
But that didn't mean I could cling to the boss.
Chaebol heir, private land, legal elite—all worlds far from ordinary. The boss really was special. Hooking up with someone like that was impossible. Running the café was just his whim. Now he'd returned to his real world... How could a nobody college girl like me hold him back? It was time for me to face reality too.
"Hic, sob..."
But by now, it was too late to turn back...
I'd gone way too far.
My gallery overflowed with filthy photos and videos. Far too depraved for a normal twenty-year-old's album. Me spreading my pussy to offer my virginity... Me slurping cock on a toilet seat. My pussy still throbbed even now—Yujin was a broken woman. I needed the boss... I needed his dick.
"Boss... sob... B-Boss..."
How the hell did I end up this ruined?
I regretted everything.
While my peers made friends and built their resumes, I was sucking dick and begging for creampies. While they enjoyed normal college life, I dove into sleazy gatherings and soiled myself. All I could remember now was the boss's cock. I'd once deluded myself into thinking I was special... But now I was back to being a timid outcast.
No—a trashier slut than that.
Thanks to that, I'd lost all will to live.
"You okay?"
"...Huh?"
"I'd normally just ignore you, but... sigh..."
"...What?"
"No clue what's up, but drink this and cheer up."
But even for a wreck like me...
One friend remained.
"Th-thanks..."
"Forgot about that assignment too, huh?"
"Ah..."
"Here, borrow this and copy it."
"R-really okay?"
"I got it from the answer key anyway, so no biggie."
Park Siwoo—the one classmate who'd actually befriended me. I'd forgotten him amid my sex addiction... But yeah, Siwoo was my friend. We clicked well. On MTs, group projects—he always treated me easygoing. I'd taken it for granted... No, Siwoo was a good guy.
"...Thanks, really."
"You eating okay?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Got some worries?"
"..."
"Don't have to say if you don't want. You just look so pitiful, I'm worried. We're not super close or anything... but same major, right? Hit me up if you need anything. I'll help where I can."
Why had I overlooked such a kind classmate?
He was a genuinely good guy... the ideal friend I'd wanted...
Memories of my past brusque attitude made me feel guilty.
"...Hic, sob..."
"Wh-whoa?! You crying?!"
"Sorry... sob, sorree... hic..."
"H-here, drink this and calm down. Haven't touched it yet."
"Sorry... hic, hiiic..."
But what I truly owed Siwoo an apology for was something else. Memories of the boss brewing warm coffee whenever I was down. Why did those surface now? Coward that I was, I started seeing the boss in Siwoo.
Falling Yujin or corrupting her didn't budge my NTR rank. Stuck at B for weeks now. And I knew why. My ability's Heroine NTR. With her single and no prior attachments, A Rank or higher was off the table. Precisely—she needed feelings for Siwoo first. Only then could it qualify as Heroine NTR.
But... doesn't mean I can just hand her over.
All I wanted was the NTR qualifier. So I poured effort into Yujin. Gaslighting, every skill in the book—to play the ideal man she craved. Even if she strayed to Siwoo, she'd bounce back fast.
For the record, the chaebol stuff and marriage? Total bullshit.
Pure fabrication to hook Yujin.
But if it doesn't get exposed, it's "truth" forever.
I exploited that to fool her. Planned to act like I'd ditched everything for her sake. One side: average college guy. Other: chaebol heir who sacrificed it all. Yujin's pick was obvious, right? Sorry to Siwoo... but hey, Sorry I Am Strong. Even a lion goes all-out for a rabbit. Can't let my guard down against Siwoo.
...Though it's still just Siwoo.
Cowardly as it was, Park Siwoo saw this as his "chance."
And it was undeniably one.
Jinni and Yujin were blatantly depressed. Silent on SNS, quiet in real life... She was an "easy" mark. A little kindness, and she lit up. Jinni, dependent on "woosiwoo" chats, and Yujin suddenly aware of "Park Siwoo." Felt a bit sleazy... but better me than some worse guy.
So he had to make his move now.
And it was easier than expected.
Yujin was undeniably tainted.
No longer a virgin, marked by another guy—facts. But Siwoo liked her anyway. Longtime SNS pal with shared tastes and hobbies... And her looks matched his type perfectly. Park Siwoo felt destiny.
Her past? He could overlook it.
Not that it didn't bug him...
But he could make her happier than that ever did.
Her ex(?) was a flaky player, probably great in bed... Fuck, maybe killer sex, but Siwoo was confident he could outdo that in joy. That guy summoned her daily for bangs... shit, bangs, but Siwoo knew her hobbies. Games together, anime marathons... Way more fun. Siwoo held hope.
"Can't shake this anxiety 'cause of you."
"...Huh?"
"Just date me, okay?"
"...!"
"Won't let you down."
"...Hic, S-Siwoo..."
"I like you, Yujin."
"I... I like you too, Siwoo..."
In the end, they became a couple.
"We'll sit separately."
"Sure thing."
But Park Siwoo was blind to one crucial fact.
Everything he saw as "normal" was extraordinary to Yujin. She'd eaten meh dinner, gone Dutch, then boarded the bus with him. As she recalled the plush imported car seats...
He offered her his spot.
Their thoughts crossed—tragically out of sync.