BJ Nabi? (4)
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What exactly makes someone a heroine?
In most cases, regardless of species, it's a woman, and among those who like the protagonist in the work, they are all called heroines?
No, that's not the case.
Even if the genre isn't romance—non-romance novels—the protagonist must obviously be somewhat popular.
The heroine is the woman who stands out with her own charm within the work, I thought, and probably most people would agree with that.
Take the Yuna from the novel I was reading, .
Her appearance and actions similar to a mother figure, her kindness—everyone would have doubted she wasn't the heroine.
Even though she didn't spend much time with the protagonist, every time an incident occurred, she would get involved with the protagonist, Seol Si-yun, and influence him, leaving a strong impression in readers' memories. No matter how you looked at it, she was undeniably the heroine.
But shockingly, it wasn't.
The Yuna everyone thought was the heroine turned out to be a mere third-rate extra named Cheon Seong's one-sided admirer, and eventually, gazing at that bastard only, she protected him from monsters, got captured by them, and ended her life in violation.
During that time, the novel expressed how much Yuna liked the extra bastard, but I thought it was to show that her feelings toward the protagonist Seol Si-yun were actually aimed at the extra bastard.
But... but the author's intention wasn't that at all.
Without any twists, Yuna was truly just an extra admirer of the extra bastard, and in the end, such an extra faded into the last light that illuminated the protagonist's group.
Yeah, I admit that. Clearly, Yuna's death did illuminate the protagonist's group.
The events that resolved her death and her subsequent actions were all done by the protagonist's group. Even if the ending was a clichéd result that ruined the novel's serial run.
But, but! Even so, why did the author have to kill her!
There were people who cheered for the Si-yun x Yuna couple, and naturally, those who supported the original author's Cheon Seong x Yuna couple were also there.
I wasn't one, but it's undeniable that among sub-couples, the Cheon Seong x Yuna couple was the most popular. I admit that.
Yuna's death was too shocking, but she jumped in to save the person she loved by looking at only one man, and Cheon Seong's despair and lamentation over her death—raining tears while embracing her corpse—brought great shock and sorrow to those who supported the Cheon Seong x Yuna couple.
The illustration of Cheon Seong crying in the rain while hugging Yuna's corpse, saying he loved her and would always love her, became a hot topic even as the novel's popularity dropped, with its vivid emotional depiction and illustration.
But at least... at least if the author had killed Yuna and continued the pure admiration line between Cheon Seong and Yuna, then Cheon Seong's ending should have been written properly, right?
The remaining Cheon Seong x Yuna couple was just waiting for that, but the result was serial discontinuation.
The author was a bastard, and even till the end, he was a bastard. The way a bastard acts.
And... even now.
"Damn bastard..."
Someone who reincarnated me into the novel.
I don't know who exactly, but probably the bastard author of who reincarnated me like the other novels.
Even though I cursed the author for being a bastard, I liked the regression in the novel I read every day without missing a single day. Because I loved the novel the most among those I disliked the author for, I was happy about the reincarnation.
The me who was reincarnated was the protagonist, and the woman who caught my eye was the heroine.
Obviously, the heroine I had been eyeing from the start was Yuna.
But for some reason, Yuna became the extra bastard's lover, even in the original work. The original story had been twisted way too severely.
It must have been the author who reincarnated me that interfered.
Otherwise, how could I have missed the Yuna I wanted so much?
The feeling I had of disliking the author grew even stronger, and now I curse him to the point of hatred.
"Even if Yuna was taken by that bastard again... yeah, it's fine now."
Yuna was an idol I liked while reading the novel, so she was naturally put on my list of heroines, but somehow, despite the author's intervention, the extra bastard entered the academy and became his lover.
At first, it was infuriating and annoying, so I went looking for the Noah and tried every means to kill the extra bastard, but this guy kept surviving repeatedly no matter what, and it was really annoying.
The Noah probably wouldn't abandon the request now, since the loss was greater than the profit, but to not tarnish the Noah's name, they wouldn't give up.
The Noah couldn't kill an academy freshman who had just started school, so the tag would keep dragging at the Noah's ankles.
But now, it was fine. I had finally found her. My heroine.
"You are... you are now my main heroine. BJ Nabi."
The BJ broadcast that the extra bastards I kept as front friends in the academy told me about.
She was pretty, they told me, but I wasn't interested at first.
Everywhere, the appearances of side characters and heroines in novels are so stunning that they could slap the cheeks of top-tier entertainers from my world twice and still throw an uppercut.
So, even if I ignored it as being no better than heroines and side characters since it's called BJ, it turned out otherwise.
Long pink hair like cherry blossoms, pink eyes a little deeper, double eyelids that made the gem-like eyes sparkle even more.
A voice that captivated people, and an appearance so beautiful it would enchant just by looking.
And above all, that massive chest!
The massive chest comparable to fake heroine Yuna, and thighs that would burst out of the pink dolphin pants!
Moreover, a bright personality that smiles brightly, and the chest that sways with each laugh!
There it was.
That was exactly the appearance of the heroine I had been looking for.
The grand figure that could soothe the sadness I felt for losing Yuna to the author's malicious interference was the dignity of the true wife I wanted.
Of course, by size alone, that poisonous girl Dang Hwa-ran might be larger, but no matter how much I was, I didn't want to hug a girl who had consumed all sorts of poisons right now.
In the future, after I solved all the Celestial bastards and strengthened my poison resistance with the Dang family's life elixir that the poisonous girl who fell in love with me would bring, I would occasionally visit her as a girl to pinch my chest or something.
That girl was a nobody except for her chest.
So, in fact, among the heroines that appeared in , the BJ girl with the chest as huge as Yuna was the heroine I was looking for, the true wife.
"What is her name...? Menhera BJ Nabi? And the description... her name is Nabi? Her name can't possibly be Nabi, right?"
The broadcast name was Nabi, a woman, or rather, my true wife candidate.
'Her name is a bit weird, but that's fine, I can change it later.'
After all, I am the protagonist of this world, and everyone will look up to me. What does it matter if the true wife candidate's name is lame?
That name is nothing; if I change it, it's fine.
I who will be the master of this world want it, and who would refuse?
My mouth curled up so much the corners nearly touched my ears, and my hand moved on its own to hit the recommend button.
Tap, tap tap.
Then I moved my fingers.
BJ Nabi. I will definitely get you into my hands no matter what.
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"Ugh... what?"
Nabi, who had been talking happily, suddenly started trembling, waving her arms up and down. The viewers watching the broadcast suddenly asked why she was trembling.
To that question, Nabi kept waving her arms and looking around, saying:
"No, I suddenly felt a chill... I guess it's just in my head."
Thinking it was just in my head, she tried to continue the broadcast when someone’s name appeared on the broadcast screen.
[Thank you for 1,000 Honey Sticks, Protagonist-nim!]
Honey sticks, which are as good as currency on the broadcast platform Nabi was streaming on.
10 sticks for 1,000 won, 100 for 10,000 won—so 1,000 sticks was a 100,000 won donation.
"Ah! Thank you for 1,000 Honey Sticks, Protagonist-nim!"
Nabi, who received the donation, smiled brightly, lowered her head toward the screen, and thanked, and with that movement, her massive chest swayed up and down.
Sway~
"By any chance, do you want a reaction? I still don't have reactions yet..."
To those words from Nabi, countless demands from other viewers who hadn't donated poured out.
From cute demands to zero-to-one twerks and twerking, fast-rising chats in the chat window, and Nabi waited for the viewer named Protagonist.
[Thank you for 1,000 Honey Sticks, Protagonist-nim!]
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Again, with a 100,000 won donation, the chat's voice, fueled by Protagonist's words "Zero to one", accelerated.
"Zero... to one? What is that?"
Nabi's words that she didn't know Zero to one made people amazed at Nabi, and Nabi hurriedly searched YouTube for Zero to one and looked it up, and in the chats of viewers watching Nabi cutely, the fully understood Zero to one from Nabi jumped up from her seat.
"Then I'll start the Zero to one reaction!"
The chat burned with people's cheers, and Nabi danced.
"...."
The chat was full of cheers, and Imir, who was watching the scene from afar, quietly fiddled with his phone.
A while later, a man's face popped up on Imir's phone.
Under the photo of a handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes, a line of text was written.
Nickname: Protagonist. (Name: Cheon Yu-seong)
Imir, who read the other information written under the name, turned his back in the room and called somewhere.
-Why are you calling so suddenly? You called first.
"Hey, you. Handle that guy with the hard-on in your academy real quick."
-...What the hell are you asking me to do to who?
The voice from beyond the phone, Imir switched to speaker and opened the messenger to send the things he had investigated a little while ago to the target of the call.
After a few minutes, the target on the other side of the phone read the things Imir sent quietly.
After a few minutes.
Laughter came from beyond the phone.
-Hah, look at this guy? So you want me to handle this guy?
"Yeah. This guy let Nabi dance like that. I'll handle the aftermath, so clean it up."
With arms crossed, waiting for the answer that he would, Imir's ears suddenly heard an unexpected answer.
-I can't handle it right now.
"What? What do you mean?"
With a slightly annoyed voice, the person on the screen told him to listen to the end.
-I can't handle it right now. And anyway, I was aiming for this guy too.
"...Keep going."
To the words to keep going, the black phone emitted the man's laughter along with words convincing Imir, and a smile spread on Imir's lips.
"Really? So that's it? Then I get it, I'll cut for now. I'll call again later."
-Yeah. I'll ask you for a favor too.
With the last words of asking for a favor, the call ended, and light entered the screen of Imir's phone placed on the desk.
[Insane bastard taking care of me]
The person Imir had been talking to on the phone just now was the name Imir had saved.
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The person Cheon Seong had come to receive the favor from went straight back to the dorm to inform Ryu Se-rin, his homeroom teacher, that he was returning from his outing.
Ryu Se-rin, who had come to meet the early-returning Cheon Seong, looked at him oddly and asked why he had come so early, and Cheon Seong replied that he had just come to handle a small errand.
Woo woo woo!
"Wait a moment, who is it? There aren't many people who call..."
While waiting for the outing permit after a simple conversation, a call came to Cheon Seong.
Actually, no matter who it was, he didn't have many saved numbers, but since the person who called first wasn't among them, he confirmed who the caller was.
It was Imir.
The one who called was Imir, who didn't call first, and Ryu Se-rin briefly looked at him and answered the phone.
And the words that came through, Cheon Seong's mouth corner kept rising endlessly in confusion.
The information about a person who was one of his revenge targets and had been prepared step by step.
It was what came out of his greatest ally's mouth.
The dopamine, which he had never felt so keenly before, was surging as if it was being poured out wildly.
At the same time, the sharpness of the cold killing intent spreading coldly.
It was a sight that felt like a murderer with a mental illness, where joy and killing intent coexisted.
'What kind of killing intent is this thick?'
And although the killing intent wasn't received head-on, Ryu Se-rin trembled all over from the influence of the killing intent, and she wondered why Cheon Seong was so happy and releasing killing intent like this, but she didn't ask.
Because it was dangerous.
If she asked now, the possibility that Cheon Seong would answer unexpectedly was high.
But if she knew that, she felt like she was seeing something she shouldn't see for some reason. No matter how much today's appearance was gentler and softer than usual, she couldn't mistake that gentleness for her.
There was someone else who was the owner, and she was just receiving its benefits.
Asking him now was like sticking your neck out to the guillotine, just like a momentary mistake in battle taking your life.
The unforgettable killing intent from that time. Just one young man's killing intent younger than her was enough to make her whole body shake as if it wouldn't obey and she would faint right away.
The current killing intent comparable to that.
She didn't know who the owner of that killing intent was, but she could confidently say that at least this much was certain.
To survive, there was no other way but to pray for his mercy, even if it was impossible. Even if a miracle happened.
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