Chapter 20
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 20: McLaren 720S (2)
'...Is this me?'
I can't realize my drastically changed appearance in the mirror.
Semi-formal suit with a well-groomed hairstyle, men's dress shoes.
The watch on my wrist was a whopping Rolex.
"Mm, you look so classy. I like it."
If you combine the price of all the outfits I'm wearing, it's 30 million.
Ha-rin Noona nods as if looking at an art piece she made herself.
"How do I look?"
Ha-rin Noona, who finished shopping while I was cutting my hair, spun around swish.
The current season is late spring, and the bright spring outfit featuring a pure white blouse purifies the eyes.
"Suits you."
"Pretty or not pretty."
"...Pretty."
"Good answer."
Is it just my feeling that passing men are looking at me enviously?
I feel a smirk coming up.
"Anyway, not much time passed than I thought?"
"Thought it would take long?"
"Yeah."
Watching dramas or webtoons, women take an age to shop.
"That's the standard for commoners, chaebols aren't like that. We don't have to worry about what to wear. Just buy it all."
"Wow."
"Let's go look at cars now."
Arrived at the car dealership.
New cars looking expensive were filling the place.
Usually men my age are very interested in cars, but I honestly don't know a single thing.
Is that the Genesis?
Where do I buy a Lamborghini?
"No supercars?"
At my words, Ha-rin Noona shook her head.
"For those, usually you have to order and wait for months, if long, a year."
"Ah, really?"
"Yeah. Immediate delivery is almost impossible."
I was inwardly disappointed.
Wanted to try riding a supercar.
I looked around the exhibition hall with the intention of just browsing.
Cars are all cool, but I don't know what is what.
"What's that?"
"Maybach."
"That?"
"Porsche."
I pointed at one without thinking.
"Isn't that one good?"
"That's just a supercar in design only, not what you're thinking."
Meanwhile, a dealer talking on the phone next to us approached carefully.
"Customer Baek Ha-rin."
"Yes?"
"A call just came from the headquarters."
Ha-rin Noona glances at me then looks at the dealer.
"A contract cancellation occurred for a vehicle scheduled for delivery this morning."
"What kind is it?"
"It's a McLaren 720S. Options are almost full, and color is a plain dark silver."
"You mean that's here right now?"
"Yes. Even PDI is finished so immediate delivery is possible."
In the place the dealer took us, a dark grey car was placed.
A cool design was boasting 'I am a supercar' to anyone's eyes.
"Do-hyun is lucky? Can't find such a listing easily."
"...Fucking awesome."
I felt it as soon as I saw it.
That this car is my destiny.
"Then buy it."
"Can I buy it now?"
"If you have money."
"No waiting or anything?"
"There is, but this one just popped out."
Usually, they say it takes months to buy a car like this, but.
It was possible thanks to some grateful person who canceled right before delivery.
The dealer adds words.
"Actually, such volume goes out almost immediately. If not today, another person will contract it."
Ha-rin Noona laughs.
"Look."
Me, who didn't even ride taxis because I had no money.
Worrying about a supercar contract now.
I looked at the car once more.
Low body, incredibly pretty curves.
A design that makes me understand why men my age obsess over cars.
"I'll buy it."
Words came out first.
"Then I will help you proceed with the contract right away."
Signing the contract.
Payment is a lump sum.
After the contract proceeded smoothly, I became the owner of a McLaren 720S.
"Crazy."
I swept my hand over the delivered car.
Cold texture.
This is really my car?
It doesn't feel real at all.
"Get in the passenger seat, I'll drive you home."
Ha-rin Noona, looking at me as if I was cute, opened the driver's door.
"...Won't it get scratched?"
Noona's driving skill is unknown.
Honestly untrustworthy.
What if we get into a fender bender while driving and my dream car gets scratched?
As if telling me not to worry for nothing, Ha-rin Noona says nonchalantly.
"If it gets scratched, just fix it, what's the big deal."
That's right.
I have lots of money.
It seems the words that she drives well weren't a lie.
Very stable driving skills.
Even the taxi driver mister I met in the daytime couldn't drive this cleanly.
Is it talent?
"People who have driven supercars drive them well. Their output is different from other cars to begin with. Keep that in mind if you're getting a license."
"Okay."
Suddenly men's gazes reflect outside the window.
A beauty next to me, the car I'm riding is a supercar.
The only emotions forming in their eyes were envy and jealousy.
This is why people cry out money money, success success.
It's really maddeningly thrilling.
Noona stretched out streeetch.
"My house is the best as expected."
"It's my house now."
"It's our house."
Voice giving emphasis to the word 'our'.
It's a fact I'm forgetting, but I have no memory of accepting Noona's confession-not-confession.
If Yoon-seo returns to the country, shouldn't I find a separate house for her somehow?
If I give her some pocket money too, she'll probably live quietly.
Since money is overflowing.
'Thinking rationally that is correct, but.'
On one hand, thoughts occur that I want to keep Ha-rin Noona by my side too.
Since she is that much of a grateful person.
Although it's a rotten mindset, my life was a series of giving up.
It was just the day before yesterday I pledged not to give up on anything.
'...Although it wasn't a pledge intended to be used at times like this.'
Anyway.
I don't want to cheat.
But I don't want to give up Yoon-seo or Ha-rin Noona either.
Even though drawing a firm line ethically is correct.
What should I do?
'Truly a worry of a full stomach.'
I never dreamed I would suffer from women problems.
'Still, being able to have such worries is something.'
Compared to my life's Top 3 Worries—
- Sister killed Dad, what should I do?
- Have a criminal record, what should I eat and live on?
- Yoon-seo says she's dying, isn't there a way?
—It was truly a happy worry.
Dinner was solved roughly with delivery too.
Ha-rin Noona rolling around on the opposite sofa asked suddenly.
"Shall I wash up and come?"
Good suggestion.
Feeling icky after going out, should soak my body in the bathtub.
"Should do that."
The moment I raised my seated body.
For some reason, Ha-rin Noona follows me.
"...Not going to wash?"
"Going?"
"You're using the 1st floor? Then I'll use the 2nd floor."
"Then I should wash on the 2nd floor today too."
"...."
...Then me too?
"You don't mean let's wash together, right?"
"Knew it now?"
"No, Noona."
Yoon-seo had a playful and mischievous personality too.
This woman is a level above that.
Can I endure until when?
"Ahaha, joke."
Noona who went up to the 2nd-floor bathroom quietly.
"...Now it's slowly getting brain-dead."
Wearing only black see-through pajamas revealing everything inside, she walked down the stairs with light steps.
"If you do brain-dead properly, it's art. Right?"
Certainly an appearance like an art piece.
Is that called a negligee?
Seriously, if a woman like that dashes with that appearance, a man who puts up an iron wall should detach his pepper.
If Yoon-seo inside me and the last remaining conscience didn't pull the string, I would have taken off my clothes and dived immediately.
"Do-hyun spent a lot of money today, so I'll try doing some donation reactions too."
Ha-rin Noona who approached me put her hand on my chest, and whispered captivatingly.
Face is far apart, but because her chest is too big, it touched my stomach.
The texture makes no sense.
"Seo Do-hyun acrostic poem. Give me the letters?"
"Seo."
"Seo-rap (Drawer) inside condom."
"...Do."
"Do-hyun-ie-ege (To Do-hyun) put it on..."
Although it was a vulgar and low-grade acrostic poem I did excitedly 6 years ago.
"......Hyun."
"Hyun-ta (Post-nut clarity) comes until I'll do it♡?"
Because the subject doing it changed, the destructive power was different.
"You got hard?"
" The joke is too severe."
"...Does it still seem like a joke?"
Ha-rin Noona's hand approaches my zipper area.
Ah this can't be.
Yoon-seo, conscience, whatever, it's right before diving.
The moment of crisis arrived.
'...Wake up.'
Suddenly the brain regaining rational thinking takes back control of the body from the dick.
'Wake up. The opponent is the granddaughter of Baekseong Group Chairman.'
What will happen if it's discovered that I two-timed a chaebol?
I was someone who watched dramas often.
I could easily imagine the image of being buried at sea.
Because I'm a person with lots of money, not lots of power.
Even if it doesn't go that far simply, I lose face to see my sister.
What A-yeon hates most is adultery.
Among numerous messes that happened in our house, the one counting on fingers is exactly adultery, and the number one contributor to family ruin was also adultery.
The moment I get caught playing with my dick as I please keeping two women, A-yeon will finally dig me out of the family register.
Therefore, I calmed down my excitement and said.
"...Noona, I don't think we are in a relationship to go this far yet."
"Haa, haa..."
"We aren't dating, and above all, I said I have a woman I'm meeting. Let's calm down first and talk..."
"Eu-heu-heu..."
"Noona?"
Oh no, Noona lost her reason.