Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: I Stole Gold Sun's Girlfriend. (1)
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Gold Sun stole my girlfriend from me.
And to get revenge, I was scouring that bastard's SNS account, plotting to steal his girlfriend.
The name of the guy who stole my girlfriend was Kim Tae-yang.
What can I say—fitting name, or just a joke? The moment I learned it, a hollow laugh escaped me.
Finding out his name wasn't hard at all. The star of the video sent in that message was none other than Kim Tae-yang.
And tracking down Kim Tae-yang's girlfriend wasn't difficult either.
[One shot with my babe]
"Huh."
Kim Tae-yang had posted it on SNS, using the term "babe" that didn't suit him one bit.
The post was a long string of photos taken with some woman.
As much as it pains me to say, she was so stunningly beautiful that I had to wonder why he'd bother cheating with my girlfriend—no, my ex-girlfriend.
She had a cat-like face with a slightly prickly vibe, the kind of captivating charm that drew every eye in the room just by standing there.
Thanks to her looks, she had a huge following on SNS and seemed to be making a name for herself as an influencer.
While browsing her profile, I spotted one photo and froze, my finger halting mid-scroll.
"This place..."
To anyone else, it was just a well-shot photo. But not to me.
This was a familiar spot.
It was the gym I'd gone to when I set a New Year's resolution like everyone else—to get ripped and travel.
I'd prepaid a full year, so even though it got annoying, I forced myself to go for about six months because I hated wasting the money.
The layout of the machines, the lighting, the mirror in the shot. The floor color and subtle texture.
Gyms all look the same, sure, but the memories of dragging myself there for six months screamed that this was definitely the place.
To think she was this close all along.
"Feels like the heavens are helping me out."
Steal the girlfriend of the blond tanned man in the video
🎁 Reward: Quest Board
I reread the quest laid out before me.
It really felt like heaven itself wanted my revenge.
As I scanned the quest, I muttered under my breath like a vow.
"Time you felt it too."
"Ha... what do you want?"
I moved fast.
I went back to the gym to confirm, and there she was—Kim Tae-yang's girlfriend, Han Na.
I hadn't expected to run into her right away, but the moment I stepped inside, I spotted her by the entrance, staring bored at her phone.
So I approached and spoke up.
Han Na scowled, sizing me up from head to toe.
"I've got something to show you."
"...What is it?"
"Not great to show here."
"Then forget it. I don't wanna see."
She waved me off like I was just another creep hitting on her, shooing me away like a fly.
But when a familiar name left my lips, she froze mid-motion.
"Do you know Kim Tae-yang?"
"Tae...yang?"
Her face twisted into a complicated expression as she stared at me.
Like she couldn't fathom why that name came from my mouth.
And there was unease in her eyes too.
She let out a deep sigh and looked at me.
"I don't know what he did to you in the past, but Tae-yang's changed now."
Without me even asking, she spilled about his shady history—like it was common knowledge.
Seemed like he had more than one or two victims.
But Han Na clearly had no idea he was still up to his old tricks.
He must've hidden it perfectly from her.
That's why she was desperately defending her boyfriend, even knowing his past.
So I put extra emphasis into my next words.
"The past?"
"..."
Stressing "past" made her eyes flicker with anxiety.
"Wh-what... do you wanna show me?"
"I got a message."
"..."
I held out my phone.
Couldn't play the video in a gym, of course.
Even if I could, I deliberately didn't.
Just showing the message from Kim Tae-yang's account would pique her curiosity more.
Sure enough, when I flashed the chat screen from him, Han Na swallowed hard and clutched my phone with both hands.
That was exactly my reaction when I first got it.
It was just a video file, but it stirred this uneasy dread—wanting to see it, yet knowing I shouldn't.
Having been through it, I could read her face easily.
"You said it's a video I can't watch here?"
"Yeah."
"Sigh... fine, where then?"
"My place? It's close."
"What? Why would I..."
"It's not something I can just show anywhere..."
"...Kim Tae-yang, what the hell did he send... haa..."
Han Na grimaced in disbelief, but her eyes kept flicking to my phone screen as she wrestled with it.
In the end, curiosity about the video won out over the creepiness of going to a stranger's place.
She gave a small nod.
"Better not be anything weird."
Like she was praying it wasn't.
We walked to my place in silence.
No words to share, and we weren't exactly the chatting type anyway.
I figured staying quiet would ramp up her anxiety, making things easier later, so I kept my mouth shut.
As we reached my door, a thought hit me.
Come to think of it, my girlfriend hadn't been over in ages.
Looking back now, there were more than a few suspicious signs.
Ridiculous—I only noticed after becoming the stealer.
Inside, traces of my ex lingered here and there, unthrown out yet.
Han Na spotted them and let out a small sigh of relief.
She glanced at me cautiously.
"You have... a girlfriend, huh."
"Ah... yeah, had one."
"Had?"
She could've pressed why past tense, but she just mumbled and let it drop.
I got why she'd sighed in relief earlier.
Figured a guy with a girlfriend wouldn't try anything.
Ironic, since her own boyfriend—who had her—had pulled who-knows-what.
I ignored her question and offered her coffee instead.
"Coffee? Oh... sure, thanks."
"I'll make some while I'm at it."
"...Okay, whatever."
While I boiled water in the kitchen, her eyes stayed glued to my phone on the table.
Seemed like her head was filled only with curiosity about that video.
Knowing that, I dragged out the coffee-making on purpose.
The longer the anticipation, the bigger the shock when the truth hit.
And that shock would cloud her judgment even more.
Case in point: she'd already followed a stranger home over mere curiosity.
I sat beside her on the sofa and set down the coffee.
"Wait... you're too close."
"Haha, sofa's small—"
"Sure, but you could scoot over."
She frowned a bit and pushed me away with her palm.
She worked out daily at the gym, but I wasn't budging that easily.
She glared, then looked away sharply.
No time for banter—she cut to the chase.
"So, the video?"
"Right, gotta show you."
I opened the message from Kim Tae-yang and tapped the video file.
The instant it started, my girlfriend's bare upper body filled the screen, not a stitch on.
"Kyaa! What the hell are you showing me?!"
Han Na jumped up and backed away from me.
She caught her breath, then frantically grabbed her stuff from the floor.
Her hands shook with panic.
"Fuckin' perv, I'm calling the cops."
She spat curses at me while stuffing her things into her bag.
"Is it filming okay...? Sung Han, you watching?"
Her moaning voice reached out to me through the screen.
I'd watched it a dozen times, but it still drew a hollow laugh.
"Ahh, no. He's filming right now..."
"Stop playing it! To the end? You're fuckin' insane..."
Thinking I was getting off on it, her anger flared as she slipped on her shoes and hurled more insults.
But I didn't correct her misunderstanding or try to stop her from leaving.
No need. The voice coming up next would halt her in her tracks.
Did Han Na even remember?
This video came straight from her boyfriend.
"Making a pretty face for your boyfriend to see nice and clear."
"...Tae-yang?"
That familiar voice stopped Han Na cold.