Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Because of You, Nothing Else Catches My Eye
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A chilly wind brushed across her face. Even buried under the blanket, she could feel the cold breeze.
‘Who left the window open...’
Lee Yoo-ra instinctively pulled the blanket tighter, curling her body into a ball.
Then, suddenly, her eyes flew wide open.
She had no memory of coming to Jang Han-sol’s place and then leaving. She shot up in a hurry, only to let out a small groan right away.
“Ah, ahhh…”
Her legs ached. Her waist throbbed. Her entire body screamed in protest, refusing to cooperate. That familiar pain welled up from her lower half.
“Ugh. I’ll never get used to this… Doesn’t hurt a bit while we’re going at it, but afterward? Hurts like absolute hell…”
The slightest movement had her pelvis shrieking for mercy. The night had been that ferocious.
When she finally came to her senses, she was in bed, asleep. No surprise there—she’d passed out from exhaustion mid-act.
This was the second night she’d spent here. Frowning through the pain, Lee Yoo-ra climbed out of bed like it was routine.
She scooped up her underwear from the floor and slipped it on.
‘Skirt and t-shirt… nah, skip ’em.’
The thought of putting them on suddenly felt like too much hassle. She’d just have to strip again for a shower anyway. Going home to wash up like last time? No way—the stench wafting off her body was on another level.
Still, heading out in just underwear was mortifying, so she grabbed Jang Han-sol’s t-shirt from the floor and pulled it on.
The oversized shirt draped down to her knees like a dress. She sniffed it, inhaling the scent of that one man she’d grown so accustomed to.
It felt like Jang Han-sol himself was wrapping her up, gentle and secure. Lee Yoo-ra’s lips quirked up in a smirk.
“I really just wanna spend my whole life fucking Jang Han-sol and living together…”
She buried her nose in the shirt, spilling her raw thoughts. If Jang Han-sol saw her like this, he’d probably smirk right back.
“But where the hell did this guy wander off to?”
The window looked cracked for ventilation. No way he’d left the door open and bailed, right?
If he had, she’d feel a little bummed. Waking up alone after a night of intimacy? Way shittier than she’d imagined.
Right then, the door to the living room clicked open.
Jang Han-sol stood there in an apron, ladle in hand. He tilted his head at the sight of her.
“You’re up—why’re you fiddling around in there? Come out already.”
Lee Yoo-ra blinked a few times, then let out a soft laugh.
“Whoa, you scared me… Thought you were my mom for a second.”
“That’d be a nightmare. Any sane parents would lose their shit knowing their daughter’s been banging some guy.”
“Fair point.”
A mouthwatering aroma drifted in from beyond the door. He hadn’t gone anywhere—he was making breakfast.
How surprisingly domestic. He had all these unexpected sides. The good kind.
“Ah…”
She took a few steps toward the living room and promptly collapsed. Her legs had turned to jelly.
Jang Han-sol watched, set the ladle on the table, and walked over.
“Can’t even walk straight without face-planting?”
“Ugh! Try taking it like I do! You’re the inserter—I’m the one getting skewered!”
“We’re both pulling our weight by gender. Why act like it’s not obvious and tell me to try it?”
“But…”
No comeback. Pure anatomy—her pussy was built for taking it, his dick for giving it.
Still, it pissed her off how he always looked fine afterward while she suffered. It’s your fault—you’re hung like that!
She knew he’d fire back with something airtight.
Unable to win with words, Lee Yoo-ra puffed out her cheeks and clammed up.
“Sigh… Don’t sulk. I’ll carry you—arms around my neck.”
“Like this?”
“Heave-ho!”
“Eek?!”
Lee Yoo-ra yelped in shock. The moment her arms looped around his neck, Jang Han-sol hoisted her up like she weighed nothing.
Princess-carried, she blinked up at him, wide-eyed.
Her heart thumped wildly. She knew he was strong, but lifting a whole person without breaking a sweat? Miraculous.
Could anyone not fall for a guy like this? Why not just date me already?
‘I’d make a damn good devoted wife, eyes only for one man.’
Imagining mornings like this—being carried everywhere—she figured she could even mellow out her temper.
Lost in the fantasy, heart racing—
-Plop.
No time to savor his arms. Straight into the chair. Bedroom-to-living-room distance was short.
“Aw…”
Lee Yoo-ra couldn’t hide her letdown. Wanted to linger in his hold longer.
Jang Han-sol shot back, baffled.
“What’s your beef?”
“Hold me a little longer. Felt like an amusement ride—kinda fun.”
“Amusement rides are at amusement parks. Eat.”
“Hmph.”
“What’d I do to earn this morning grump-fest? Cooked breakfast, carried your ass here. Done it all.”
“You’re guilty of existing. Breathing alone tortures women. God’s mistake, unleashing you.”
“Weren’t you loving it last night? Hell, halfway through, you jumped me in heat. Torment? Make it make sense.”
“That’s the torment! You make me horny nonstop! You got no clue the endless flood down there!”
“Distance then?”
“Hell no!”
“Sheesh… What am I supposed to do with you…”
Lee Yoo-ra cracked up at his exasperated face. Used to think talks like this were crude and embarrassing—but spilling it openly? Fun as hell.
Why bolt home after round one? Ghost for a week? Should’ve just chatted like this over morning coffee.
Back then, zilch on him. All “dangerous guy” vibes.
Now? She got it. Aggressive with women, dark tastes there—but sweet sides too.
Sweet first might’ve shocked her on the rough. Rough first? Sweet hooked her deeper.
She was sinking hard into Jang Han-sol.
Swinging her legs in the chair, a proper breakfast spread appeared before her.
Clear bean sprout soup looking refreshing, egg roll diced with carrots and green onions, fragrant blanched spinach, steam rising from fluffy white rice.
-Gulp.
The sight alone fired up her appetite. Lee Yoo-ra zoned out.
“You made all this?”
“It’s nothing much. Why the shock? You’d think I laid out a ten-course feast.”
“Learn cooking on the side?”
“Solo living forever—picked it up bit by bit. Same crap daily got boring.”
“Wow… Maybe I should live alone too?”
“You? You’d skip cooking. Waste of rent.”
“Harsh first thing AM. Forgiven since you cooked.”
Lee Yoo-ra scooped rice.
Eyes popped wide. Freshly steamed rice—fluffy perfection. Soup soothed her hangover gut.
Perfectly seasoned spinach, sweet-salty egg roll—matched the warm rice like magic.
“Nice watching you chow down.”
“Make my meals forever? I’ll devour ’em daily. Deal?”
“Nah. Cooking daily for a woman? Kills my cred.”
“Then why today?”
“Figured showing this’d get cuter aegyo from Yoo-ra noona next time.”
“Wow… sly… So I’m dancing to your tune? Food bait? Pride sting.”
“Yup.”
“Don’t people keep that inner monologue? Voicing it kills the ploy.”
“Skip the honesty next time?”
“No. Love it’s you. Knowing the trap and falling? Way hotter emotionally.”
Chatting nonsense, meal done. Digesting a bit, that pent-up question bubbled up.
Nagged her since yesterday—ask or not?
Couldn’t hold back. Not a total outsider; woman craving more on Jang Han-sol.
“Jang Han-sol. Might be rude, but… can I ask?”
“Rude from noona? Fine. Shoot.”
“Noona” perked her up. Mastered woman-charming.
Anyway.
“How’d things end with Ye-rin?”
“Hmm…”
Lee Yoo-ra blinked at him. Mr. Straight-Shooter was hesitating—unlike him.
Something heavy? Not simple dump story.
Saw them at the shop yesterday. His sour mug, her wary eyes.
Perp and victim? Obvious. Ye-rin fucked up.
Hesitant ’cause family—cover sis mode.
Ye-rin her blood sis, treasured kin. But no whitewashing wrongs as big sis.
“Spill. Family, slave, master—shelved. Objective ears here.”
Brief flinch from Jang Han-sol.
Her vow clicked—he opened up.
“What went down was…”
He spilled the day’s drama. She stayed mum till end.
Full listen first. Her tact let him unload every scar uninterrupted.
Now she knew it all—their mess.
“Transfer breakup?! That psycho bitch Lee Ye-rin?”
“Still your sis. That okay?”
“Psycho’s psycho. Wrong?”
“Spot on. Chest lighter already.”
Joy bloomed on his face.
Big sis validating? Bliss. His happiness infected her too.
“Wild you got that humiliating backstory. She pegged you at 2 mil won.”
“You’re beaming? My dirt fuels your tease-fest?”
“Mad? Laughing at the irony, not you. Ditched for 2 mil—turns out jackpot. Bet Ye-rin’s guts twist. Hehe.”
“Nah, no gut-twist. Hopes no buzz. Bar quietude? That why.”
“Nope. Her type—regrets hard. Plotting comeback maybe?”
“Pfft, no. Dump then reclaim? Psycho central.”
“Yup. Nutjob confirmed. Bet on me?”
First year aside, always Ye-rin’s big sis.
One-year gap—twin-like tastes in shows. But that year? Yield city.
Her prickly storm vs. Ye-rin’s baby-of-house sweet-smile charm. Ye-rin vacuumed family love.
No jealousy from Lee Yoo-ra. Grateful proxy-aegyo for parents.
Ye-rin? Love magnet everywhere. Fatal flaw tho…
“Narcissism off the charts. Sick level.”
“Narcissism thing?”
“Kinda… She craves top-tier in her reach. Flaunt fuel.”
Prime bags, clothes, makeup? Ye-rin’s.
Not theft—endless “borrow plz” till “fine, take.”
Parents: “Give sis, buy fresh.”
Then—
Ye-rin returns pile: “No need now.”
Why? “Better stuff. Here ya go, sis.”
Prime urge to thwack her skull.
Gifted willingly—brazen “unneeded” return.
Half “that’s my sis” tho…
Jang Han-sol’s face screamed confusion.
Lee Yoo-ra chuckled, elaborating.
“Literal. Thought objects only—but post-dump quick swap? Men too.”
“Gets it… but then craving me back? Illogical. I loathe her enemy-level. Zero shot. She wants peak attainable.”
His logic: No take-backs from him; she knows, no crave.
Solid, but Lee Yoo-ra noped firmly.
Shift lens.
“But you dated her? Not unreachable—tried-and-owned.”
“…………Ah! That’s it?!”
Brief ponder—shock hit.
Laughter erupted. Ye-rin’s ache clicked—giddy now.
Point landed crisp.
Trash-now-treasure returned. Ye-rin? Claw it back somehow.
“Probably right now, because of you alone, nothing else catches her eye.”