Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: What's Wrong? Are You Crying?
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"What? Are you crying?"
“Huh? Me?”
“You kinda smell like sweat…”
Ye-rin flinched at Chae-rin's sharp nose and hurriedly fanned her face.
“Ah… Maybe I’ve got a bit of a fever.”
“Huh? Unnie, you have a fever? I’ll grab some medicine… Oh, we don’t have any here. …Ah! I’ll call Sung-woo oppa…”
“No!”
As Chae-rin reached for her phone, Ye-rin let out a sharp yell.
She quickly made excuses to Chae-rin, whose eyes had gone wide in surprise.
“H-he’s gotta be tired, right? It’s weird to call someone who just got off work. Don’t call him.”
“Still…”
“I’ll be fine after some sleep. Got it? Don’t call.”
Ye-rin kept insisting not to call as she hurried into her room.
She looked seriously off.
‘Ye-rin unnie hesitating to boss Sung-woo oppa around? She’s never held back before, has she?’
Ye-rin was always the one trying to order Sung-woo around over the tiniest things.
But now she was suddenly worried about him being tired? Suspicion naturally bloomed in Chae-rin’s mind.
‘No way… Does Ye-rin unnie like Sung-woo oppa?’
Ye-rin showered with cold water to snap her foggy mind awake.
But for some reason, her body was burning up.
Her heart pounded, and heat flushed through her entire body.
Her back, hips, chest, nipples, stomach, and even her groin.
There wasn’t a single spot that wasn’t hot.
Her mind was clearly dazed, but the lingering heat in her body felt like it was forcibly sharpening her senses.
‘…What the hell happened?’
Her round eyes blankly replayed the events.
The caresses had felt purely good at first, but then the sudden intrusion of his manhood had hurt like being stabbed with a knife.
It was overwhelming, suffocating.
That pain still felt vivid, yet even amid it, she’d felt pleasure from the thick mass stirring inside her.
She clearly remembered moaning.
Ye-rin was bewildered.
She hadn’t planned for it to go this far. But in the end, it had.
‘…Did I really not think about it?’
No, maybe deep down she’d known it would end up like this, just like the manager said.
‘…No.’
Really. She truly hadn’t intended to go all the way.
Her heart was a total mess.
Ye-rin pulled the blanket up over her head. She looked down at her pounding chest.
She recalled Kim Sung-woo’s hands on her breasts. Her emotions were complicated.
The memory of that rough man’s lewd touches surfaced, only for disgust to rise at herself for remembering them as ‘lewd.’
Wanting to overwrite the sensations, she placed her own hand on her chest—and suddenly choked up.
Tears welled at the corners of her eyes.
‘Why did it turn out like this? I don’t know. Why am I like this?’
Tears slid sideways down her face.
She’d wanted to give her first time to someone she loved, in a romantic place. But everything had gotten tangled up.
What she hated even more was that even as she’d screamed for him to stop, that she hated it, she’d enjoyed it. Ye-rin loathed herself.
Once the thoughts started, every moment she’d moaned in pleasure, climaxed, all of it came flooding back.
Goosebumps rose.
Why the hell had it felt so good?
‘…I don’t know.’
Ye-rin sobbed quietly into her pillow.
She had no idea what to do next.
She didn’t know why this had happened.
She didn’t even know why she’d been so awful to Kim Sung-woo three months ago.
It was something she’d started, yet she couldn’t understand why she’d acted that way.
Feeling nothing but despair and sorrow, she wept silently under the covers for a long time.
That dawn.
I was driving to the dorm to pick up the LUNIQUE girls.
Stopped at a signal, my phone rang. It was Ji-woo calling.
“Ji-woo calling this early? First time ever, right?”
Ji-woo never initiated contact at dawn like this.
Did she sense the connection from the slot?!
‘…Nah, I haven’t even registered it yet.’
I cleared my throat and answered.
“Yeah, Ji-woo. Heading to the dorm now. What’s up?”
-Oppa. Ye-rin’s not feeling well, and we might not have enough meds at the dorm.
“……Pardon?”
What the hell?
If you’re short, say you’re short. What’s this “might not have enough” crap?
-Looks like a cold or flu. Can you grab some medicine for that? And some porridge too?
Pharmacy errand at this hour? Fine, 24-hour places exist, and I get why girl group members shouldn’t be wandering around. But asking for porridge delivery?
Only one reason.
They don’t deliver her porridge to the dorm.
Ugh, such a picky eater.
Anyway.
‘She’s sick? The girl who never caught a cold even dancing half-naked in winter?’
Did I overdo it yesterday?
Ji-woo said flu, right? Yeah.
“Got it. I’ll grab ‘em and head over.”
-Thanks. Drive safe.
I hung up, turned toward the 24-hour pharmacy.
At the next signal, I texted Ye-rin.
[Me: Sick, huh? You okay?]
[Shin Ye-rin: All good]
Cute brat.
Annoying as hell, but taking care of my idols is my job, so I held back.
I bought the meds and porridge in order, then headed to the dorm.
Got some business too.
The first thing I saw walking into the dorm was the curvy Ji-woo.
I glanced around for the other members as I entered.
“Everyone asleep?”
“Yeah. But they’ll all be up soon for schedule. Oppa, the meds and porridge?”
“Got ‘em.”
I showed her the bag and porridge in my hand, and Ji-woo’s hands reached out.
“I’ll take them. Hand ‘em over.”
No chance.
I pulled my hands back, securing the goods.
Ji-woo blinked her almond-shaped eyes, then furrowed her brows like she was mad.
“Manager oppa. This isn’t the time to joke. Ye-rin’s sick.”
“I know.”
“Then why? I’ll bring a spoon, so hurry up and give them.”
Why?
Obviously, ‘cause she caught this flu from screwing me and went for the frail girl concept, so I wanna see her.
You think I’d pass that up?
I smacked my lips inwardly and donned my professional hat.
“I gotta check. Need to see if she’s fit for schedule.”
“But… still…”
Ji-woo trailed off.
She clearly didn’t trust a guy entering a sick girl’s room, but couldn’t argue, so she reluctantly nodded.
“…Fine. You take them.”
Yeah, that’s right.
“How’s Ye-rin feeling?”
“Feverish, hard to move. Looks like the flu.”
Flu. Gotcha.
Went at it like animals yesterday and now she’s bedridden.
I’d suspected as much on the way over. Confirmed.
Our Ye-rin enjoyed sex with oppa so much she caught the flu. Nice.
Feeling an inexplicable pride, I looked at Ji-woo—and a status window popped up.
Controllable Targets: Shin Ye-rin, (Empty Slot)
-A ‘Empty Slot’ is currently available. Register a target?
-Eligible for registration: Park Ji-woo
Right, got a new slot yesterday and forgot to fill it.
‘Meant to do it at home but passed out.’
Blame succubus Shin Ye-rin.
‘Anyway.’
Weird that only Ji-woo popped up when others were in the dorm too. Some condition for registration?
Wonder what.
Registered anyway.
[Registering ‘Park Ji-woo’ to slot.]
[Controllable Targets: Shin Ye-rin, Park Ji-woo]
Inner Thoughts: Hunger, Worry
Status: Vocal A, Dance B+, Rap B, Lyrics B, Composition B+
Current Mental Analysis
-Feeling false hunger from stress. Cannot suppress appetite.
Overall Evaluation
-Uncontrolled appetite has led to weight gain.
Just like with Ye-rin, her profile scrolled up the moment I registered.
Ye-rin had more C stats, but Ji-woo as leader had better ones overall.
‘And the weight…’
169cm at 56kg…
I remembered 44kg. She’d gained a whopping 12kg in a month.
Stuffing her face with Nutella like that and only gaining 12kg? Lucky, or did she really pig out that much?
‘…Later for that.’
I closed Ji-woo’s profile and grabbed Ye-rin’s doorknob.
Right now, frail beauty Shin Ye-rin took priority over the curvy girl.
-Creak.
Stepping inside, the air felt stiflingly hot.
Thought it was just her concept, but she’s really sick?
As I closed the door, a raspy voice came from under the bedcovers.
“Unniii…”
‘Not your unni.’
Thinking it was Ji-woo, Ye-rin poked her head out from the blanket.
Our eyes met, and she jolted in shock.
I was shocked too.
Loach belongs in water, not under blankets.
“Wha… What? Why the hell are you here again…?”
“You heard me come in. No need to freak.”
I played it cool, but confusion filled Ye-rin’s eyes.
Then she choked up, tears pooling in her puffy eyes, before yanking the blanket back over her head.
‘Oh, shit.’
Anyone’d think she was some tragic heroine.
I stood by the bed and addressed the blanketed loach.
“You okay? Came ‘cause I was worried.”
Saying I was worried out loud felt like selling the disease and the cure.
Ye-rin sensed it too, replying without looking.
“…Get out.”
Her voice dripped with post-nut clarity.
The guy she gave her virginity to gets a cold shoulder. Tsk tsk.
Ignoring the rejection, I sat on the edge of her bed.
“Hurt bad?”
“……”
“Does it hurt bad?”
“……Yeah.”
She answered, but her voice was all wobbly.
Looked like she’d just choked up, but not to the point of crying, right?
This girl, seriously?
“What? Are you crying?”
I yanked the blanket off.
As expected, Ye-rin was under there, eyes puffy, sniffling.
Her face screamed on the verge of bursting into tears.
What the fuck now?
I just came to check on her…