Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Not Yet
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"Myth! Myth! Myth! Myth?!"
My desperate scream didn't reach Myth.
I tried to twist my body somehow to escape the restraint, but for some bizarre reason, her strength was overwhelmingly powerful.
"It's your fault. You know that, right?"
"No, I get it, I get it, so please!"
"If you get it, then stay still."
Myth's face drew impossibly close to mine.
So close that our noses were almost touching.
Close enough that I could see myself reflected in her shining eyes.
And at the same time, her hand began to slip further into my clothes.
My body tickled from the sudden sensation, yet an irresistible surge of lust that any man couldn't ignore flooded through me.
And above all, the softness pressing against my chest—something utterly impossible to find on another man—made me want to scream.
Oh, no. This is bad.
If this went on, it felt like we'd cross a river of no return.
Sure, I'm a guy, and I don't hate Myth—hell, I even like her—but something this sudden—
"Stay still. Seol-a."
A strawberry and cherry scent seeped into my entire body.
With our noses touching, hearing the girl I like speak like that packed an insane punch.
I couldn't breathe properly, my heart pounded like it was about to burst in sync with hers, and my consciousness started to blur.
'Hngh!'
Myth's cheeks were flushed as red as mine, and her heart was racing just as hard.
Only then did I realize she was trembling and tense just like me.
I glimpsed my one escape route.
Damn it, looks like this is my only option now.
My arms were pinned, and her body was pressing down on mine, making it hard to move carelessly.
At a time like this, there was only one part I could move.
I put all my strength into moving that one spot.
Luckily, the target was close, so I didn't need to move much.
- Mwah.
"?!?!?!??!?!?!!!!!"
I kissed Myth's cheek first.
Her soft cheek met my lips.
The softness and embarrassment hit my brain like a direct strike, but I desperately held on.
Pulling away first might backfire.
"…………………Huh?"
It lasted just one second, or even less, but the effect was tremendous.
Caught off guard by my surprise attack—the last thing she expected—Myth panicked hard.
I swear I heard a pop!, but that must've been my imagination.
Her face, red enough to explode, pulled away without even a scream.
"Wha? Ah? Uh… Wha? Huh?"
Incoherent sounds leaked out.
Maybe she hadn't processed it, or her brain couldn't keep up with the suddenness.
Either way, she was great at dishing it out but crumbled instantly when it came back at her.
All that scheming for something naughty, and one cheek kiss sinks her.
Attack power 100, defense 0.
That was Myth in a nutshell.
I added a new line to my mental Myth seduction tactics manual.
"Ah, uuuuh…????"
Still straddling my waist without fully getting off, she kept touching her cheek over and over, letting out something close to a moan.
Which meant my arms were completely free now.
Now's my chance.
I hurriedly reached out with my arms.
Myth finally noticed she'd let go and scrambled to grab them again.
"I told you to stay still!"
"Like hell I will!"
I'd dodged the immediate crisis, but the fight wasn't over yet.
Our arms crossed in midair.
- Unable to answer the call. Beep—connecting to voicemail. Call charges will apply after—
"Argh, why isn't this sister picking up?"
Argh, my luck in life.
We'd been calling for 20 minutes straight, staring at Myth who wouldn't pick up, and sighed.
I'd reminded her several times about today's meeting for the 'Myth Project,' so why no answer?
Guess there's no helping it.
We got out of the company car parked in the underground lot of Myth's apartment.
Checking for wrinkles in our usual neat suit, we headed to her building.
"That's not like her at all."
The Myth I knew was extremely thorough about work, no exceptions.
Sure, she'd passed out from over-streaming once and canceled a broadcast, but...
She hadn't streamed too long yesterday, but just in case, we headed to her place.
Lately, though, she seemed a bit... ditzy?
Well, the reason was obvious.
"They say falling in love turns people into idiots."
Guess it's true.
I wasn't blaming Myth unnie for waiting seven years for one person, though.
I just hoped it worked out for her~ Something like that.
This kind of love deserved to be rewarded, right?
'...And knowing her, she won't let it fail anyway.'
Sigh, why am I worrying? As if I, a total singleton, have room to talk.
We sighed and shook off the thoughts.
Couldn't even go to college because of family issues, straight to work and rolling like this—why fuss over others' love lives?
They'll handle it fine.
We turned our gaze to the apartment instead of their romance.
I always thought this every time: apartments are just nice.
Feeling envious compared to my basement studio, Yuuri stepped into the open elevator.
"High-end place, huh? So many weird notices."
With nothing to do on the long ride up, the notices on the elevator walls were a decent time-killer for Yuuri.
No signal in here anyway, phone's useless.
Let's see, starting with basic tutoring ads,
Resident rep election notice—what, they vote for that here too?
Elevator replacement notice—wow, replacing it even though it's already nice?
And this one?
"This novel aims for all-ages rating...? Must be misplaced."
We tilted our head at the utterly random notice on the elevator wall.
What the heck is this out-of-place thing?
Thought about peeling it off, but remembered that incident last time where someone got in trouble with the cops for tampering with elevator postings, so we let it be.
"Always so high up."
We arrived at Myth's floor.
It's been a while since I visited unnie's place.
Standing in front of her door, we pressed the intercom.
- Ding-dong.
The classic chime rang out.
And surprisingly, no response.
What? Did she really collapse?
She'd always reacted even to the doorbell before.
We pulled out our phone and called someone.
- Yeah, it's us. What's up?
A neutral voice came through.
"Boss. Unnie's not picking up calls, and no response to the doorbell."
- Huh? Really? Did she stream late last night?
"No? Just about five hours, ended before 3 a.m."
- And still no call or door? Hmm...
"Should I pick the lock?"
- Yeah. Unlock it first, think later. You know the code?
"Of course. How many times have I carried out a collapsed unnie?"
- Right. Unlock, and if she's down, call 119 first—not me. Then me. Got it?
"Yes. I'll unlock it then."
We nervously started entering the door code.
The password Myth gave for times she collapses.
Even with permission, breaking into someone's home always tensed me up.
Maybe extra because every time I'd done it, she was collapsed inside.
- Beep-boop~
With the familiar sound, click, the door opened.
"Excuse us."
Said our piece, slipped off our shoes, and entered Myth's place.
Not just for dragging her out—we visited often for meals or sleepovers, so navigation was easy.
"Not in the soundproof booth."
"Not in the virtual content room."
"Not in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, laundry, trash bin."
We checked the bedroom last and facepalmed.
Looked everywhere, no sign—means she's not home.
How to explain this to the boss?
'Anyway, no point sticking around if she's not here.'
Confirmed she's out, no reason to linger.
We left the apartment.
What now? No contact, not home—no way to find her.
Should've gotten Legend's number just in case.
- #@$%#$@!#$%%
- @#$#$%!!#%^@#$@#$!!
Ugh, what's with the next door racket?
Even luxury apartments aren't perfectly soundproof, huh.
While texting the now-busy boss about the situation, we pulled gum from our pocket and chewed.
'What now.'
- @$@#$%@!@
- !#$@#$@##@@$#@
'Argh, so noisy.'
Trying to think, but next door keeps interrupting.
Maybe head down first.
As we turned back to the elevator, something felt off.
Wait, that voice from next door...
'...Sounds familiar.'
Bouncy yet comfortable high tone.
No way, but as far as we knew, only one person in the world had that voice.
We cautiously approached next door and listened to the sounds leaking out.
- @$#@%@#!@
...No doubt, that's unnie's voice.
Skeptical at first, but that unique tone convinced us.
Gulp.
We swallowed and pressed the doorbell.
- Ding-dong.
Silence.
The sounds stopped.
Just in case, we knocked firmly.
- Knock. Knock.
"Unnie?"
Thudding and crashing—something rolling on the floor, rushing this way.
The door cracked open slightly, and Myth unnie peeked out through the gap.
"Y-Yuuri?"
"...Hi."
Mussed hair, slightly hiked-up clothes, ragged breaths carrying a sweet edge, face flushed bright red.
A single bead of sweat trailing down her red cheek gave off a steamy vibe.
Myth unnie was pretty enough normally, but like this—even I, a girl, felt my heart skip.
Sigh.
"Sorry for interrupting. Enjoy your lovemaking."
"No no no no, Yuuri, wait right there!"
I need a boyfriend soon too.
We clutched our throbbing head again today.