EP.316 Yggdrasil (3-25)
“From the first moment I saw you... I think I liked you.”
It was nonsense that defied all common sense.
What the hell is this bullshit!
Fortunately, there were entities affirming that Han Yeoreum's common sense was perfectly normal.
That was exactly the part that left Han Yeoreum dumbfounded.
Fuck, she's spouting complete bullshit! Even if it's a bluff, Han Bom, why the hell would you say you fell for that guy at first sight!?
Han Yeoreum judged that Han Bom was just putting up a front for Min Hayeon, fighting a petty battle of wits between women.
Otherwise, there was no reason for her to fall for Seong Su-ho at first sight.
Even with her man-hating tendencies, Han Bom had lived her life fending off advances from all the top-tier guys.
And she fell head over heels for some average joe?
That was spot on.
Stupid bitch... What's so great about fluttering over falling for that loser at first sight...
Han Yeoreum decided she wouldn't get any more useful info and tried to focus on sleeping again.
But the two kept chatting, completely ignoring Han Yeoreum's existence.
“Yeah... Honestly, I felt something hit me hard right from the start too.”
“Right?”
The conversation grating on Han Yeoreum's nerves chased away any trace of sleep.
Because it wasn't someone else—Min Hayeon was saying something similar.
Fuck! Min Hayeon! Why the hell are you saying that too!
It was incomprehensible.
No, understanding this conversation would mean you weren't normal.
Seong Su-ho clearly had an ordinary appearance.
Sure, his skills were top-notch, and he pulled out insane abilities exactly when needed, with no end in sight.
If he shone like that in life-or-death moments, it would be understandable for women to fall for him.
For Min Hayeon or Han Bom, they might resist admitting it, but instinct would nod along.
But at first sight?
Before even seeing his abilities or knowing his personality, falling for some average-looking guy? Impossible.
No, by Han Yeoreum's standards, it shouldn't be possible.
Fucking bastard! There has to be something! Some weird ability or...
That was when she was inwardly fuming.
“Bom, want some advice from me?”
“Huh? What advice?”
“When you like someone, don't hesitate. Grab them right away.”
Han Yeoreum's chat exploded at Min Hayeon's words.
Seeing the channel's chat, Han Yeoreum clung to a sliver of hope.
Al-alright, if I can just pull Hayeon away first... Yeah! Get Hayeon back, then deal with Han Bom... Fuck! I still hate that shit...
She was willing to do anything to save Min Hayeon, but handing over her little sister? That was another story.
Han Yeoreum had never felt an ounce of disgust handing her possessions—women—to other men.
But her blood sister? That was a whole different matter.
Ha, but... Ha, if I get Hayeon back first... Then somehow beg her forgiveness...
Min Hayeon losing her first time to Seong Su-ho was irreversible now.
But to Han Yeoreum, Min Hayeon was everything.
She was the one woman she'd sworn not to touch until marriage.
A few others had refused premarital sex too, but they'd all spread their legs quick once she seduced them.
Min Hayeon was different.
She'd wanted to treasure her like a jewel until the very end.
He'd endured, waited, holding back just to see her insides one day.
Fucking other women had sated his urges somewhat, but nothing compared to his hunger for Min Hayeon.
That's why he'd devoured even more women.
To Han Yeoreum, Min Hayeon was all.
For now... I have regression. It sucks, but figuring out how Hayeon can break up is key!
But as Han Yeoreum spun her hopeful delusions, the chat started throwing cold water on it.
Han Yeoreum cursed inwardly at the chat that popped up unbidden.
Fucking assholes, it's not your problem so you just keep yapping!
But her curses faded fast.
Just get Hayeon back first and call it good. Regression will find a better way later...
That was when a glimmer of hope peeked from behind the curtain.
But the light Han Yeoreum glimpsed wasn't hope—it was a nuclear bomb of despair.
“I'll set it up for you. Have sex with Su-ho.”
The chat went haywire at Min Hayeon's words.
Han Yeoreum felt the same.
What? What? I must've misheard. Right?
But Han Bom's reply snapped her back to reality, shattering her denial.
“S-Sis... but I'm scared of that stuff...”
“Only the first time hurts. I was scared when I got raped too, but once it started, it felt amazing!”
“R-Really?”
This was no sweet, bubbly exchange.
Even as Han Yeoreum's mind short-circuited, the chat and conversation rolled on.
“Well... if sis insists...”
“Su-ho! Come in!”
At Min Hayeon's shout, Seong Su-ho—who'd been tidying up outside—entered the cave.
“You done talking? What were you chatting about?”
“Be honest. What do you think of Bom?”
“...Huh?”
Seong Su-ho was the one reacting normally for once.
He mumbled vaguely, trying to dodge.
“Uh... she's a good person?”
“...”
Min Hayeon's silence prompted more excuses.
“Like a comrade? Friend... might be a stretch? Haha...”
“...”
Min Hayeon stayed silent through Seong Su-ho's rambling.
But when he finally clammed up, she spoke first.
“I already know what you two did at night during dungeon scouting.”
“Ah...”
“You slept together in the tent during separate searches, right?”
“Th-That was...”
This wasn't info Min Hayeon had dug up alone.
Han Yeoreum had snitched to sway her heart.
What? She got super pissed when I told her last time, but now she's bringing it up first? What's going on!?
Incomprehensible.
Telling Han Bom to fuck him, now airing their dirty laundry.
Seong Su-ho's awkwardness was obvious not just to Han Yeoreum, but to the channel viewers too.
Seong Su-ho stammered in uncharacteristic panic.
“H-Hayeon! It wasn't anything weird!”
“...Sleeping together isn't weird?”
“N-No, we didn't do anything weirder than that...”
“...Fine.”
“Huh?”
Out of Han Yeoreum's sight, Min Hayeon suddenly made some noise, moving around.
The channel clued her in on what it was.
Sure enough, the tent-pitching sounds died down soon after, and Min Hayeon spoke to Han Bom.
“Bom, go inside the tent and wait.”
“O-Okay...”
Han Bom replied hesitantly, then seemed to enter the tent Min Hayeon had set up.
Once Han Bom was in, Min Hayeon dragged Seong Su-ho toward Han Yeoreum and spoke.
“You know Bom likes you, right?”
“Hnn? W-Well...?”
“You know I like you too, right?”
“Y-Yeah...?”
The voices of Seong Su-ho and Min Hayeon rang crystal clear in Han Yeoreum's ears.
“I only have one thing to say... It's okay if you look at other women.”
“...What?”
Hearing Min Hayeon's words, Han Yeoreum felt a spike drive into her skull, a migraine like brain hemorrhage hitting hard.
What? Is she laying the groundwork like she did with me? Why!?
It was in the past, but Han Yeoreum had learned viscerally how much Min Hayeon hated cheating.
And what she'd said when refusing sex after dating sounded similar.
But similar lines didn't mean similar situations.
“It's fine to look at other women. Just promise me one thing.”
“What?”
Min Hayeon's absurd words wormed into Han Yeoreum's ear.
“Sex friends, casual flings, whatever. I don't care.”
“...”
“But in the end... it has to be me. Can you promise that?”
Not just Han Yeoreum—the channel went silent too.
….
They all wanted to scream something, but like a mental glitch, Han Yeoreum and the viewers stayed mute.
Finally, Seong Su-ho answered.
“Yeah... I promise.”
Min Hayeon let out a big sigh at his reply.
“Go in... And... give Bom a better experience than me.”
“...Okay.”
Seong Su-ho headed into the tent with those words.
Han Bom's startled voice came from inside.
(Ah, ajusshi? What'd sis say?)
(Han Bom-ssi.)
(A-Aju... Hnng!)
Sweet kissing sounds started leaking from the tent.
Ignoring it, Min Hayeon muttered while looking toward Han Yeoreum.
“Yeoreum... can you hear?”
Han Yeoreum screamed internally, like swallowing hellfire.
What are you doing! Min Hayeon!! You have to stop it! You hate cheating!! Stop them! Stop it!!
Her inner screams never reached Min Hayeon's ears.
Yet Min Hayeon muttered on, as if hearing her.
“I hate it... Hearing Su-ho kiss another girl tears my heart apart.”
And not just any girl—Han Bom, whom Min Hayeon treated like family.
It was tantamount to handing her little sister to another man.
Then, sounds of clothes rustling came from behind Han Yeoreum.
“Haa... haa... But... my heart feels torn...”
Min Hayeon's sultry voice tickled Han Yeoreum's ear.
Wh-What!
Sticky, slick sounds started from behind her head.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
“Haa... haa... Seong Su-ho... you bastard... haaang!”
Min Hayeon's masturbation sounds began to echo.