Finding My Second Wife Candidate~
—Whoa… holy shit.
—Did you, did you, did you see that?!
—Is she a celebrity…?
My next target, huh…
I was quietly chewing on the problem. This wasn't like picking out porn to jerk off to. Half the people walking Seoul's streets were women, and I was still agonizing over it like an idiot.
Noona was right — meeting women wasn't exactly hard for me. Take right now, for example. I could just pull out my phone and open a streaming app.
And then, from here—
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Just dump money like that. Then she'd get curious about who I was, and out of gratitude it might even turn into a meetup.
But that'd be boring as hell.
That approach didn't mean anything. If I was just going to meet women by waving around stacks of cash, why the hell did I put so much work into building Fantasia Island?
Like Se-ah noona — the kind of woman who hits you with that gut feeling the second you lay eyes on her. That was the only kind worth making a wife. I needed that pull, that I need to have her itch, the same one you get from those famous gacha games. Only then would I bother moving.
Ah, noona… it's barely been any time and I already want to see her again.
Se-ah noona had gone back to her everyday life. I'd found her a new place and cleaned up every loose end so she could settle into a stable routine. As for her ex, Jang Mun-seok — I'd already used the debt situation to put a leash on him. He wouldn't be getting near her again. I was monitoring him in real time, and if he ever flipped out and tried to threaten her, I was ready to use the final option at any moment. She could rest easy.
Anyway, I was getting off track. The point was: if any random woman would do, I never would've built the island in the first place. I planned to find a woman who actually caught my eye — someone my genes pulled me toward — and only then go on the offensive.
But wandering the streets like I'm waiting for destiny, or hanging around cafés with no plan… that's just pathetic…
A place where meetings happened naturally. Somewhere packed with cute girls who'd giggle at a falling leaf, full of fresh energy.
I kept turning it over as I walked, then smacked a fist into my open palm.
"Ah! I'm still a college student, aren't I?"
The university I'd been on long-term leave from for military service. It was already late March, so the registration period had long since closed. By the rules, enrolling should have been impossible —
"Yes, Junhyuk-nim. Here's your class schedule."
—but before throwing around the word "impossible," maybe check whether your pockets are light. The university was apparently hurting for enrollment, so a little arm-twisting got me in. They warned me the missed period would count as absences and tank my GPA, but I wasn't exactly dreaming of graduation, so I just said I understood.
Once the paperwork was done, the friendly TA from the Department of Agricultural Life Sciences walked me through everything point by point.
"Let's see… there's one major course left today. Want to sit in?"
"Oh? Is that okay?"
"I've got a used textbook right here — take it. I'll send you pics of the other required books on Kakao later. Class is about to start, so head to Annex Room 307. It's connected to this building."
"Thanks~"
I went straight to Room 307. By the time I stepped inside, class had already started, and the friend groups were locked in — clusters of people chatting away. A few unfamiliar stares landed on me when I barged in, but I ignored them and took a seat by the window.
Thinking back, my GPA had been so catastrophic last time that I had to retake this course, which meant I'd be sitting with this semester's freshmen. That probably explained the extra awkwardness.
"Man, it's been a while since I've felt this atmosphere."
I tossed the battered textbook onto the desk and looked out the window. Girls lugging major textbooks around just for the aesthetic, even though it was inconvenient. Fresh mixed-gender groups clustered in threes and fives. Guys still acting like high schoolers, putting each other in headlocks and horsing around.
For a moment I forgot about the woman problem and sank into warm nostalgia. Yeah — this was the kind of flutter I'd been craving. I nodded to myself.
Ten minutes later.
Ah…… this is boring as shit.
The professor had been properly informed that I was a late-registration student, so that part went fine. The problem was the professor's soul-crushingly dull lecture. Belatedly, I remembered why I'd forced myself through university in the first place.
For me, learning had ended at senior year of high school. Family pressure shoved me into a Seoul school. I'd barely scraped into the agriculture department, and after that I never once picked up a mechanical pencil or ballpoint pen for the sake of academic improvement.
Today's enrollment had been a spur-of-the-moment idea, but it might have been the worst mistake I'd made.
Bzz. Bzz-bzz!
On top of that, my phone wouldn't stop vibrating. I set down my pen, tilted my head, and snuck a look — every message was lined up under selfies for profile pictures.
Eight of them. Word had somehow gotten out, and underclassmen and female friends from before my leave were blowing up my KakaoTalk. Still, we were in the middle of class, so replying one by one felt off. I shoved the phone back in my pocket.
Not to brag, but I was pretty popular. That said — and I'd mentioned this more than once — I wasn't looking for casual hookups. I was scouting for wife material. There were a few decent-looking faces in the department I already knew… but I'd seen enough of their less flattering sides that I'd drawn a hard line: occasional fuck-buddies, nothing more.
"……Alright, that's it for today. Next time I'll be assigning a report, so come prepared."
……Finally over.
The stern-looking elderly male professor left, and I — completely drained — gathered up the old major textbook. I'd realized it. University was the worst move I could've made.
I decided to just mark the rest of the semester as unattended and go hunt for something more interesting. I stood up—
"Sun—bae-nim!"
Wham!
A sharp, powerful shoulder check. The timing was so perfect I nearly pitched face-first onto the floor. I barely caught my balance and turned around — and there she was. A female student in a department jacket over athletic jersey gear.
Healthy copper-toned skin. Not a tan — the kind of complexion you were born with. And a short cut. A clean, refreshing short cut that didn't even reach her shoulders. She was well above average height, her face open and bright, and when she smiled a single canine flashed — giving her a thoroughly innocent look.
But all those distinctive features got obliterated by the nuclear warhead this girl was packing.
Bounce-bounce♥
……Huh? Did somebody just harvest a pair of watermelons?
Her tits were bouncing all over the place. Normally a department jacket killed a girl's front silhouette, but this one — thanks to a pair of insane proportions — had blasted straight through the fabric and invented an entirely new fit. Two massive melons practically twerking inside her shirt came barreling right at me.
They were just… powerful. The biggest set of tits I'd ever seen in my life. They held my gaze for a long, long time.
"S-sunbae, are you okay…? I was just kidding!"
"Hey…… I told you to take it easy."
A tall guy came up beside her, scolding her as he approached. He looked a little taller than me — and aside from the height, he was a completely ordinary male student.
"Sunbae, we didn't mean anything bad by it. Go easy on us~"
"……."
On top of that, another pair drifted over — a guy and a girl. The guy wore a pointless little smirk; the girl was so pale she practically rejected sunlight, bordering on ghostly. She was on the short side, and whether she was going for mysterious or just stuck-up, she stood next to the guy tapping away at her phone and nothing else.
I took stock of the situation, then opened with something light.
"So… is this some new form of hazing?"
"S-sunbae-nim, no! It was a joke! If we offended you, we're really sorry, sunbae-nim!"
One joke and the girl was apologizing so vigorously her chest bounced with every word.
"Um…… we're sorry, sunbae-nim. Word went around the department group chat right away that a famous sunbae had come back from leave. Somehow we ended up being the ones assigned to look after you."
"We're really sorry, sunbae-nim!"
Hmm… so that's it.
Either my friends and former underclassmen had made a fuss on their own, or some sunbae I knew had summoned them to try currying favor with me. While I was piecing that together, the slightly cocky guy cut in.
"We all got close during freshman orientation. We figured a returning sunbae might still feel out of place, so we wanted to show you around."
"That so?"
Well, well. How thoughtful of them.
"In that spirit — class is done for the day. Want to grab a drink with us?"
He was barely old enough to drink and already throwing out the body language of a glass-clinking regular. I wasn't particularly into alcohol. Cigarettes I wouldn't even glance at — I needed my health intact so I could keep fucking properly until I hit fifty. Booze wasn't my genre either, what with the risk of fatty liver, but……
Bounce-bounce♥
"Sure, why not."
"Yes! Sunbae-nim, then let's go right now!"
Bewitched by those massive tits, I agreed on the spot. I ditched the annoying used textbook and fell in with the freshman group.
A lively personality, healthy good looks, and a pair of huge tits for a wife, huh……
Lick♥
I looked her over carefully from the side and filed her under temporary candidate.