Chapter 103
Chapter 103
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: 20th Floor (2)
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Three days had passed since I sent Choi Da-eun back as the masked trash—exactly 70 hours.
At this point, she had no choice but to notice something was off with her condition.
Was it really that hard to show him a video of her sucking another guy's dick?
Did she truly see Park Sun-woo as something like a boyfriend?
A month ago, she was kicking me like she wanted to kill me every chance she got, calling me a worthless piece of shit who couldn't follow orders properly. But now, things had changed a lot.
I didn't know if it was because she was worried about hurting Park Sun-woo's feelings by showing him the masked trash's video, but for her to outright refuse the "order" and accept the penalty...
'Touching, sis.'
Outwardly, she looked tougher and sharper than anyone, but inside, she was a soft-hearted woman with a gentle soul.
My dick stood straight up.
'Still, homework's homework.'
I couldn't let Choi Da-eun's stats drop.
I planned to make her do the homework somehow so she wouldn't take the penalty.
I contacted Choi Da-eun.
I called her directly.
Let's see who gives in first.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The smartphone buzzed.
It had been ringing for a while now.
She didn't need to check who it was.
Choi Da-eun lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She was doing nothing, just idling away.
She suppressed the urge to reach out and turned off her smartphone.
'Yeah, this is for the best.'
Choi Da-eun made her decision.
She resolved to endure the mana contract's penalty.
It was because her feelings for Park Sun-woo had grown unexpectedly strong.
Even when they'd opened up to each other and formed their alliance, it hadn't been like this.
She'd thought she could boldly carry out whatever shitty homework the masked trash assigned next.
That had been Choi Da-eun's misconception.
This homework had been impossible from the start.
Showing the man she liked a video of herself being toyed with... absolutely not.
No matter how many days or nights it took, dealing with the masked trash seemed better.
Her stats would decrease.
That meant the gap between her and the masked trash would widen.
She was already struggling to catch up, and now she'd have to fall even further behind.
But there was no helping it.
Choi Da-eun didn't want Park Sun-woo to hate her.
Even if it meant taking a longer, detour path as she grew weaker.
Why, wasn't there an old saying like that?
Hearing it a hundred times is not as good as seeing it once.
Seeing it a hundred times is not as good as doing it once.
Park Sun-woo would already know what kinds of things Choi Da-eun had been subjected to by the masked trash.
She'd confessed everything honestly, so there was no way he didn't know.
However, hearing it and seeing it were worlds apart.
A video of Choi Da-eun sucking, licking, and devouring the masked trash's dick was poison in itself.
Poison that would crack their relationship.
Choi Da-eun wanted to hide that poison.
Logically, hiding the video was a definite loss.
Choi Da-eun knew that too.
But her instincts as a woman won out.
The primal urge not to show her man something ugly and repulsive...
'Sorry, Park Sun-woo.'
They had formed an alliance.
But ironically, Choi Da-eun couldn't rely on him anymore.
As her emotions softened, their relationship had turned into a weakness.
She decided not to meet Park Sun-woo until the next summoning.
If she heard his voice, her hard-won resolve might crumble.
'But I still want to hear it.'
She knew it was selfish.
She fully realized she was already doing something awful.
But she couldn't help hoping anyway.
Maybe he'd accept her without hating or despising this side of her.
Maybe he'd make that signature dumb face and crack one of those jokes that were starting to feel fun.
Bang bang bang!
Someone pounded on the door.
It wasn't a casual knock.
They seemed dead set on smashing it down.
Bang bang bang!
"Who..."
Before Choi Da-eun could even respond through the intercom, an arm punched through the door.
It wasn't a woman's arm.
It was a man's arm, thick with solid muscle.
The intruder tore through the officetel two-room entrance door like it was paper.
It wasn't made of paper, but it shredded in an instant.
Choi Da-eun grabbed the Thorn Whip from the coat rack and braced herself against the intruder.
Hunter crimes were on a whole different level from regular crimes.
Even simple brawls were treated as heinous offenses with harsh punishments.
And this guy was doing something like this?
He had to be insane.
To confirm the intruder's face, Choi Da-eun channeled mana into her eyes.
Through the torn door gap, the intruder's face came into sharp focus. She knew him.
"...Park Sun-woo?"
"Hey, Choi Da-eun."
Park Sun-woo kicked the door to pieces and strode in.
He approached her with bolder steps than if he were entering his own master bedroom.
"Fuck, you're holed up at home—why aren't you picking up?"
Park Sun-woo glared at Choi Da-eun with a fierce expression she'd never seen before.
The guy who'd never gotten mad no matter how much she bullied him was growling for real.
Choi Da-eun couldn't say a word.
"That..."
"And you turned your phone off at the end?"
"......"
People gathered in the officetel hallway.
With the door smashed and all the yelling, attention was inevitable.
The problem was that all that attention was negative.
They were snapping photos, shooting videos—total chaos.
If this kept up, it might cause trouble for Park Sun-woo.
They'd already bothered the neighbors, but Choi Da-eun thought of him first.
"I-it's fine. Please delete the photos and videos. It's nothing."
Choi Da-eun pushed past the fuming Park Sun-woo and addressed the crowd first.
Murmurs and whispers filled the air as they gossiped among themselves, but she corrected them.
"Sorry for the noise."
Choi Da-eun, of all people, bowed and apologized sincerely.
At her genuine remorse, the complaints died down, and people headed home.
"Call me if anything comes up."
One guy, a lawyer, slipped her his business card with a sly pickup line.
Choi Da-eun took it.
Then, once inside, she tore it up like Park Sun-woo had torn the front door.
The officetel quieted down a bit. Park Sun-woo let out a sigh.
Watching her bow her head to clean up the mess helped him calm his emotions.
"Why didn't you pick up? We were Kakao-ing, and then suddenly... Yeah, I get that part. It was unavoidable. But..."
He could understand being summoned by the masked trash.
But everything after that? No.
"If you're back, at least reply."
"......"
Choi Da-eun clamped her mouth shut.
She had nothing to say.
The masked trash's "order" stuck in her throat like a lump, making it hard to breathe.
"Choi Da-eun, say something. Why are you clamming up? Huh?"
"......"
"Did that bastard give you some fucked-up 'homework' again?"
Park Sun-woo glanced at her expression and spoke as if he knew everything.
"We're allies, right? I thought we'd gotten close, but was that just me?"
"...No, it's not that."
"Then why won't you tell me? Is it something you have to hide from me? Did that bastard tell you not to say anything?"
"......"
Choi Da-eun shook her head slowly.
The masked trash's "order" was the opposite.
She had to show him what the bastard had done to her.
Park Sun-woo grabbed her hand.
Just like when she'd first confessed about the masked trash.
"I said I'd help you."
Choi Da-eun didn't shake off his hand.
She clung to him like he was her only lifeline.
She painfully spat out the resentment bubbling inside her.
"...What if you get disappointed in me."
"You don't trust me? Think I'm unreliable? Not as a hunter, but as a man... Am I that worthless to you?"
Choi Da-eun looked into Park Sun-woo's eyes.
His usually hazy gaze burned intensely.
Park Sun-woo started carefully.
"Did you fall for that guy?"
"No."
They continued the Q&A.
"Think you might?"
"No."
"Did getting summoned this time spark some interest?"
"Absolutely not."
Choi Da-eun's voice rang out firmly.
Park Sun-woo slowly raised their clasped hands.
He shook them gently, fingers naturally interlaced, as if showing her.
"If that's not it, I'll never let go of this hand. Never. No intention of letting go. Not even as much as the grime under my nails..."
He paused briefly, then threw in a half-joking line.
"...Nah, not even as much as my dick."
"Pfft."
"Got it?"
Park Sun-woo ended up saying everything she wanted to hear without realizing it.
A firm reassurance that made her want to lean on him, a stupid joke that wasn't funny at all—Choi Da-eun couldn't hold back her laugh anymore.
A chuckle burst out.
Park Sun-woo said seriously.
"You think my feelings, this resolve, is funny?"
"Yeah, fuck. Hilarious."
The knot in her chest unraveled in an instant.
Choi Da-eun felt a sense of relief somewhere deep inside.
Idiot, total fucking idiot.
The guy standing in front of her was a real moron.
Someone whose thinking was detached from normal human logic.
And that's exactly why he gave her strength.
She could believe in him.
'Can't judge this guy's thoughts by my standards.'
If she showed him this, he'd be disappointed, hurt in some other way, their relationship might end completely.
Any normal person would think that at least once.
But Park Sun-woo was abnormal. He operated on a different wavelength.
"Your face says you've sorted it out, more or less."
Park Sun-woo let go of her hand.
This time, Choi Da-eun grabbed his.
"Get ready, fucker."
"...For what?"
Choi Da-eun resolved to show Park Sun-woo everything.
She steeled her heart.
No, she didn't even need to.
Just a change in perspective.
"Even if you beg me to let go, I won't anymore."
"......"
Whether Park Sun-woo felt self-loathing seeing the masked trash's dick, lost his masculine pride and got his self-esteem scratched, or tried to run away from the escalating depravity...
Just keep him from going to other women, right?
Tie him down so he can't move...
"Uh, hey? Your eyes are weird? Hey? Hello?"