Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Blind Date
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Mid-February, with the start of the semester just around the corner.
I'd come to the area near school to find a place to live.
The problem was that by mid-February, all the cheap, good listings were already snapped up, making it tough to find anything decent.
But I didn't care.
"With this much money, why settle for a studio apartment?"
If you've got money, your lifestyle should match it.
I had no intention of treating this windfall like some fragile heirloom to be hoarded away.
I headed to a place called 'Yoo-ra Real Estate' near school and, spotting a great listing, gladly signed the contract on the spot.
Of course, there was a little side event.
"Yeah, this one looks good. It's close to school. Could you ask the owner if I can move in today? I'll wire the cash right away once you give me the account details."
"Oh my, such a handsome young man, and so decisive too. No girlfriend by any chance? How about I play matchmaker? I'd love to introduce you to my daughter—she went to the same university as you students."
"Matchmaker? I'm only twenty-three."
"Twenty-three? Back in the day, you'd already be married at that age. No pressure, just have a meal together sometime..."
And so, I politely dodged the real estate lady's offer and signed a lease on an officetel right by school.
A full-option duplex officetel, a whopping 20 pyeong.
It was overkill for a student crashing solo, but seeing me contract it without batting an eye must've made her desperate to set me up with her kid.
Handsome face, throwing around big money like a chaebol heir?
Prime husband material.
'But I'm not exactly the nice guy you think I am.'
Why was a rich guy like me bothering with college?
It was basically a hobby for the wealthy.
I just wanted to see how people around me would react to my changed self.
And my top pick for experiencing that was university.
This school held a ton of wounds for me.
'College life only comes once—might as well indulge in the debauchery you can't get anywhere else.'
Sneaking sex in empty lecture halls.
Groping a girl's ass on the way to class.
Those were my fantasies.
Strike while the iron's hot, as they say.
Since I was out, I paid a full year upfront at the gym I'd be hitting regularly.
After bulking up into a muscular build, I'd picked up a new hobby.
Exercise.
I'd started it out of worry that without it, I'd turn back into a soft blob.
But once I got into it, the sense of accomplishment was surprisingly addictive and fun.
Plus, every now and then, you'd spot girls at the gym in those skin-tight leggings.
Staring at them from behind while they worked out, watching them get flustered—it was entertaining.
Pretending not to notice my gaze while subtly sticking their asses out... On upper-body days, it nearly tempted me into unplanned leg work.
'Back then, I'd have gotten called a pervert for staring.'
Handsome and loaded? Nowhere beats Korea for living the good life.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The day after sealing the officetel deal, I moved my stuff in right away.
"So this is my new place."
With all my belongings unpacked, I took in the surroundings.
Compared to my old studio, crammed even with a desk and mattress, this was massive.
The emotions hit different.
Just a month ago, I'd been dumped, raging about killing that bitch and her side guy.
Now, that felt like ancient history amid all this abundance.
"Gonna need to shop and fill this space up."
Forced into minimalism before, it felt barren relative to the size.
I was a legit baller now.
That's when my phone rang.
Mom, from home.
-Hey, handsome son. You all moved in?
"Yeah, all done."
-Must've been tough. Your dad and I should've helped...
"Didn't have much stuff, so it was a breeze."
My parents thought I'd moved into a studio.
Haven't told them the full story yet—planning to later when the time's right.
-You got enough money? Deposit, rent, tuition—you're footing it all, must be rough.
"You know I saved up in the army. Plus, I invested some in stocks and made a tidy profit."
-Even without that, living expenses add up fast—hold still, you!
Noise overlapping on the line.
Hanna's voice cutting in sporadically.
-Ugh, your sister's demanding the phone. Switch?
Sounds like Hanna was making a fuss next to Mom.
"...Sure, switch."
-Oppa! Where'd you move? Send the address. I'll come visit!
"Shouldn't you be studying? High school senior playing around? Hit the books for college entrance."
-It's still February—what SAT grind? Studying now makes you burn out later. Anyway, address!
What a pain.
Tell my loose-lipped sister, and it'll leak to Mom and Dad that I'm in an officetel.
Probably gotta keep it from her too.
"No room even to sit if you come. It's tiny."
-Aww, liar. Think I don't know?
"Huh?"
Does she know I got an officetel...?
-You're hiding it to bring girls over, right? Who's the girl? What bitch stole our Eun-woo oppa—
I hung up.
Figures.
Regretted overrating Hanna even briefly.
Sighing deeply, I started cleaning the place.
Just that short chat with her drained me.
'Siblings are a weird phenomenon.'
Thanks to Boiling Sexual Desire, any woman sparked dirty thoughts.
But sharing DNA made Hanna a total no-go.
She had what I figured were the best genes in our Jang family—pretty as hell.
Still, couldn't picture banging my sister.
That's when blood rushed downstairs.
Not from thinking of Hanna.
Just the word "sex" triggered the urge to hold a woman.
Boiling Sexual Desire was a problem for exactly this reason.
Not crippling daily life, but any girl made me wonder what it'd be like to take her.
And Desire for Domination amplified it.
I wanted to strip her bare, toy with every hole, expose her true self, and make her submit.
'Plus, after a month of club sluts to vent, my right hand can't cut it anymore.'
Should've kept a few on the roster instead of blocking them all?
Scrolling my block list, another call came in.
"Who now."
Surprisingly, Yoo-ra Real Estate.
'Why's this lady calling me?'
Contract issue? Already paid in full.
Worried, I picked up.
"Hello?"
-Hey, handsome. Supposed to move in today—settled okay?
"Ah, yes. Thanks for checking. But what's up...?"
-Remember how I mentioned meeting my daughter?
"Yes."
-If you're still nearby, wanna meet today?
Whew, just that.
Scared me. Persistent, though.
'Must really like me.'
Hard not to with this face.
Was about to decline politely when I glanced down.
My dick, rock-hard and tenting.
Oh yeah, same university, right?
Hmm... Meet once?
If she's not my type, bail.
"Sure, sounds good. Let's meet."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ That day was ordinary, like any other.
Regular workout for body maintenance, quick coffee chat with a friend, then home to crash on the bed.
Early evening, sun not fully set.
Mom burst into the room.
"Yoo-ra, blind date—change and get ready."
"Huh? Sudden blind date?"
"You begged me to find a nice guy at the real estate. Forgot already?"
Oh yeah, I'd said that.
"Ancient history! Christmas two years ago—you still remember that?!"
Friends all ditched for boyfriends.
Lonely, she'd vented to Mom.
"And that was... j-just a joke! No parent actually sets up a real date from that!"
"Oh. Didn't know. What now? Guy already said yes... Just meet once? He looks pretty good."
No way he's decent. Accepting this screams loser.
Lee Yoo-ra had seen plenty at uni.
Guys who didn't know her, just chased her body and looks.
Too many soured her on men; hard to date.
Plus last year's incident.
-That senior's tits are huge, right?
-Man, should I hit on her? I'm good enough.
Overhearing juniors on the way to class.
Couldn't hold back; pocketed hands, stomped over.
-Hey, you our department juniors? What'd you say about me? Repeat. I heard everything.
-...Huh? Oh, s-sorry—
-Hey, folks~ These cheeky juniors here scheming to hit on the department senior 'cause her tits are fucking huge. What should I do?
Yelling down the hall; they paled and bolted.
Those two gossipers took leaves and vanished.
-Senior Yoo-ra, embarrassing juniors again? He apologized—let it go.
-Heh, gossiping where it's obvious? Juniors not fearing seniors. Gotta neuter punks like that.
-No wonder they call you the mad dog senior.
-What? Mad dog? These kids wanna die. Fine, time to discipline some cute juniors.
After that, labeled crazy boomer senior in the department.
Fewer rowdy juniors... but romance died too.
"Ugh, no. Mom setting up dates at my age? Embarrassing... Cancel."
"Just once. He's really nice. You'll like him."
"No! I said no!"
"I'll give you allowance. Just grab a meal. Pleeease?"
Mom this insistent?
Usually, she'd sigh, "Who can rein in that stubborn ass?" and back off.
Curiosity piqued.
How great was he for Mom to push this hard?
'Meet once? She's paying... Hungry anyway. Eat quick, bail if meh.'
Plus, she was a junior now.
Prime college days winding down.
No pink romance? Regretful.
And...
'Friends yapping boyfriends daily—makes my stomach hurt.'
Not going for hookups, but time to make an effort instead of waiting.
"Tch. Fine, who stops this mule. Sorry to him, but canceling."
"No, I'll go."
"Really?!"
"Yeah. Meal and done, like you said."
"Yay, thanks sweetie~"
Mom hummed out.
She eyed her closet, settled on jeans and an oversized tee.
'Just eating and bailing—no need to dress up.'
Quick meal, bail if no spark.
"Hope he's younger."
Older guys? Awkward to sneak out, formal speech, eye contact annoying.
Younger? Banter and dip easy.