Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Did You Get a Tattoo?
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Our bizarre cohabitation with me, Ji-na, and Elizabeth began. The house was definitely far too spacious for the three of us to live in.
My room was on the 7th floor because Uncle Chris insisted I had to look down on everyone else. Ji-na and Elizabeth's rooms were on the 7th floor too.
The house was as tall as a mid-sized building, so it even had an elevator installed. For reference, this house is in my name and has seven floors above ground. Including the basement, it's a whopping ten-story mansion.
I seriously considered charging rent while letting pretty girls live here. Paying back any missed rent with their bodies... heh heh heh.
"Ji-na."
"What."
"Give Elizabeth a dye job. Cut her hair a bit too."
"What? Why... oh, right."
Ji-na quickly caught on to what I meant. This was a rich neighborhood, so naturally Elizabeth's fiancé Duran and the rest of her family lived around here too.
To keep her off their radar, she needed at least some basic changes.
"Why'd you go and do something so pointless? If you hadn't, you wouldn't be dealing with all this hassle."
Ji-na scolded me.
Why was that pointless! Thanks to Elizabeth, I'm going to have a blast from now on! This much effort was totally worth it.
By the way, heh heh heh...
"Elizabeth's right behind you."
"Ack?!"
"..."
Startled by my words, Ji-na whipped around. Standing behind her was Elizabeth, looking sullen.
"E-Elis! That's not what I—"
"No... you two are suffering because of me... Before I make things even harder for you, I should just go home. Thank you for everything up until now."
"No!"
"No!"
Ji-na and I shouted in unison.
Huh? Fine for me, but why are you, Ji-na?
"You want to go back there? To that place where you can't do anything you want and your whole life is controlled?"
"..."
Elizabeth couldn't respond to Ji-na's question and just bowed her head.
"Honestly, I can't say I've lived long enough to know much about life. I might not even have the right to tell you this. But one thing I can say for sure is that the life you've lived so far isn't normal at all. You've been robbed of your freedom just for being born into the Gwen family."
"Freedom..."
Elizabeth's eyes trembled fiercely at the word. That's right, Ji-na—nice one!
Ji-na approached Elizabeth and took her hand.
"If you want to go back home, you can anytime. But stick around here a few more days and decide then—it's not too late. If you go now, you'll just go back to how things were. No, it'll probably be even worse, with tighter restrictions and surveillance."
"..."
"Compare them once. Your old life versus now. Think it over properly and decide then. Got it?"
"Yes... thank you, sister."
"What're you thanking me for? You're embarrassing me."
Ji-na scratched her cheek, flustered by the heartfelt gratitude. No wonder they'd spent so long together in the room earlier. She must've heard about Elizabeth's past by then.
Wait a sec. Wasn't that my line? That's how you boost her favorability!
"Um..."
"Oh! Do you like pineapple pizza or mint chocolate by any chance?"
"Huh? Stuff like that exists?"
"Oh my god! You've never even tried it?"
"No, I just heard about it today for the first time."
"Oh my god. Never tasted it once in this world? This can't be real. Nope, your sister's making it for you. Try it once—you'll love it for sure."
"You're making it yourself, sister? Oh my! I can't wait!"
"Look forward to it. Wanna head out?"
"Yes, sister!"
"..."
The two clasped hands and hopped into the elevator down to the first floor. Leaving me behind!
No way... I'm not getting NTR'd, am I?
With Ji-na always by Elizabeth's side, I barely had any time to build up favorability. But like they say, patience brings opportunity—and sure enough, it came soon enough.
"I'm heading to the company, so keep the house safe. Hey! Take good care of our Elis. Elis? Sister'll be back soon~"
"Yeah, go on already. Shoo~ shoo~"
"Yes, sister. See you later."
While I was out villain-ing, Ji-na had gotten hired at Sanctuary Corp and was already on the job. Some director in the development division or whatever... not my thing, so I didn't dig into it.
But starting as a director right off the bat... total parachute hire, huh? Well, she's royalty—starting as a newbie would be the weird part.
Royalty beginning at entry-level? That's drama fodder. Reality doesn't work that way.
Anyway, now I finally had Elizabeth all to myself.
"Phew... she's gone at last. Wasn't she getting on your nerves?"
"No. It was nice—sister took such good care of me."
"Hmm..."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing."
I shook my head to play it off. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed my real rival wasn't Duran—it was Ji-na. Her favorability toward Ji-na looked higher than toward me!
Anyway, time to make up for lost ground. I struck up a conversation with Elizabeth.
"By the way, wasn't that stuff Ji-na made awful? Must've been rough forcing it down..."
"No? It was delicious."
"...Huh?"
"I tried all sorts of food while we were at the hotel, but nothing beat what sister made. Especially the pineapple pizza! I wanna have it again."
"..."
Aaaah... an inexplicable wave of profound defeat crashed over me.
Fine! Elizabeth's taste buds are a lost cause!
"But I wanna try that too."
"Huh? What? Want me to grab some now? What're you craving?"
"Man... oh, never mind."
Elizabeth started to say something but shook her head hastily. What was that? And her face was red, even though it wasn't that hot. Fever?
I reached out and placed my hand on her forehead.
"Huh? Why?"
"Your face is all flushed—I thought you might have a fever. No fever, though?"
"I-I'm fine! No fever!"
"...?"
She seemed ridiculously flustered for some reason. What the heck?
"By the way. Ji-na was calling you Elis earlier..."
"Oh, yeah. It's my nickname."
"Can I call you Elis too?"
"Of course. Oh, and talk casually. You're my benefactor, and like an older brother to sister..."
"Oh, in that case..."
I switched to casual speech on the spot. I hate formal talk with my girls. Feels too distant.
"Uh... yeah, oppa."
She hadn't expected the instant switch, so Elis looked thrown off. But she soon smiled and nodded.
"Kkh!"
"Huh? Oppa, you okay?"
"Oh, yeah. Just... too happy."
"Huh?"
Oppa? Oppa! Elis called me oppa!
Come to think of it, "oppa" reminded me of someone.
'I wonder if that kid's doing okay with her mom?'
What was her name again? Rachel?
She couldn't bring herself to call me oppa. She was 11, right? Nineteen years younger—that'd be shameless.
I'm a man with nothing to be ashamed of under heaven.
Anyway, I should drop by and check on her. And the other kids I saved, too.
'...and give 'em some cash.'
The money from saving those kids was basically what they earned from filming child porn. Money born from their nightmares.
Not planning to return it all, of course. Half's mine—payment for my hard work rescuing them.
"Oppa? Everything okay?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, nothing. Hey, Elis—do you like working out?"
"Working out? Not really a fan, but I do it daily."
"Nice. You're diligent. I was just about to hit the gym—wanna join?"
"Sure, sounds good. I've been feeling like I've put on weight lately anyway."
"You? Doesn't look like you've got any fat to lose."
Especially the chest. No way should that shrink. It's treasure!
I changed into workout clothes first and headed to the gym on the 6th floor. For the record, I hate exercising. Proof: I haven't worked out once since arriving in this world.
Ah, but bedroom workouts? Love 'em. Crazy about 'em. Important, so twice: insanely love 'em.
The gym existing in the house was Uncle Chris's doing. The old Bal Jeong-nam was a total gym rat.
"...Wow."
As I fiddled with the unfamiliar equipment, Elis walked in, changed into workout gear.
A tight top hugging her curves perfectly and pink leggings. I couldn't help but gasp.
But Elis was fidgeting uncomfortably for some reason.
"What's up? Something off?"
"N-No..."
After hesitating, she finally mumbled.
"It's Ji-na sister's clothes... kinda tight."
"..."
My lower dragon stirred solemnly, as if thinking, 'My time to shine...?' I was in tight clothes too, so the massive bulge was on full display.
Ji-na was smaller than Elis all around—shorter, smaller chest. No wonder her workout gear pinched.
"Yeah? Didn't buy anything at the hotel?"
"Well..."
Thinking back, my phone's card alerts were always food—no clothes shopping. Guess the weight gain wasn't a lie.
Before coming here, Elis had only worn that golden party dress.
The casual stuff earlier must've been borrowed from Ji-na.
"I'll text Ji-na to pick up some clothes for you later."
"No, it's fine! I don't wanna impose..."
"No biggie. You're already crashing here—might as well go all in without guilt. Honestly, this barely counts as a debt to us."
"Ah... thanks, oppa."
"No problem."
Not just chaebol—we're mega-chaebol. Clothes? Literal pocket change.
"Ready to work out?"
"Yes. Ah..."
Stepping further in, Elis's eyes went wide at something. Curious, I followed her gaze—to my crotch.
My raging hard-on, barely contained by the fabric armor.
"What're you staring at? Let's get started."
"Huh? Oh, yeah."
Face beet red, Elis followed my lead into the workout. I didn't bother hiding the bulge by turning away. If anything, I thrust my hips forward boldly to give her a clear view.
The feast-for-the-eyes workout had begun. Who knew exercise could be this fun!
'Pant...'
Elis stretched while secretly stealing glances at Bal Jeong-nam through the huge mirror on the wall. His pronounced muscles and thick, armor-clad build came into view.
A wildly attractive, ferocious physique—like something carved by the god of war.
Her eyes roamed his body before fixating on one spot without her realizing. Right between his legs. So thick the bulge tunneled halfway down his thigh.
The sight brought back that hangover morning.
Bal Jeong-nam had been bolder then. Fresh from the shower in just panties, his erection's outline stark under the fabric—just like now.
Next came the man from the TV footage, in that weird skull mask.
The woman in the video was stunning, even to Elis as a fellow woman. Yet he'd ravaged her mercilessly.
'He looks... similar.'
Unbidden, Elis compared Bal Jeong-nam to the man in the video.
"...Huh?"
"Hm? Call me, Elis?"
"N-No. Didn't call you."
"Okay?"
Elis halted her stretch, realization dawning as she stared blankly at Bal Jeong-nam in the mirror.
'A scorpion tattoo...'
The video man's left leg had a massive scorpion tattoo. That's why she'd pegged him for mafia.
'Did he have one?'
At the hotel, she'd seen Bal Jeong-nam naked—something tattooed on his left leg, same as the video guy.
But was it a scorpion? She couldn't recall clearly.
"Um... oppa."
"Yeah?"
So Elis decided to ask him straight-up.
"Did you get a tattoo?"