Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Blind Date (2)
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The matchmaker arrived even before classes started back up.
I couldn't help but marvel at just how handsome his face was.
'This is what real good looks look like?'
Having gone through school without ever going on a single group blind date, it felt surreal to be dragged into a spot like this.
That said, I wasn't nervous or anything.
It might've been thanks to my usual mindset of 'I'm a perfect guy who has nothing to fear.'
But more than that, it was probably because of the girls who approached me regularly to boost my self-esteem.
"Um, excuse me. I've been watching you from way over there, and you're totally my type. Could I get your number?"
Just standing on the street was enough to draw them in periodically.
The rare sight of a girl asking for a guy's number.
It had become so everyday for me now.
'She's pretty, but in a common way—not quite enough to make me want her.'
A girl with looks like that must have it easy in life.
Even boldly asking for a guy's number in a crowded street.
That confidence surely came from her face.
Most guys she asked probably handed over their numbers without hesitation.
But after seeing countless girls approach relying solely on their faces, even that level didn't feel special to me anymore.
"You gonna give it up right now?"
"...Pardon?"
I cut straight to the chase, and she looked dumbfounded, like she wasn't sure she'd heard right.
"If you can fuck me right now, I'll give you my number. Otherwise, no dice."
"Hah... what a psycho..."
She clicked her tongue with a look of utter disbelief and walked off.
'Yeah, go on then.'
She approached because she liked my face anyway—if she leaves without even putting out, that's her loss.
For a guy like me, this approach might actually work better.
If a pretty girl asks for your number and you say no to dating but sure to a quick fuck, wouldn't any guy be thrilled?
"Women are so damn unpredictable."
I glanced at my phone.
[Lee Yoo-ra: Where are you? I'm almost at the meeting spot.]
The message came from the contact the real estate lady had given me.
Tapping her profile pic, I saw no selfies—just a bunch of cat photos.
Was she not confident in her looks?
People usually set profile pics to their faces if they're proud of them, but hers were all cats from one to ten.
'Must be a cat lover.'
Then her name caught my eye.
Lee Yoo-ra.
"Tch... familiar name... where've I heard it before?"
For some reason, it didn't feel unfamiliar at all.
Was she someone I knew?
I'd spent college quietly attending lectures without much activity, so nothing came to mind.
Confessing to Lee Ye-rin had been the bravest thing I'd ever done.
That's why I'd been so desperate not to lose her.
[Jang Han-sol: I'm already here. Wearing a blue shirt and black slacks.]
I'd gone with an outfit that was casual yet neat and put-together.
Still, since it was a blind date, I had to show I'd put in some effort.
[Lee Yoo-ra: The guy by the bus stop?]
She'd pinpointed my exact location, so she'd spotted me.
Where?
I scanned the surroundings.
Twitch.
That's when my eyes met hers, and I was floored.
'No way that's her... nah, couldn't be...'
A woman staring right at me from afar, walking over.
She looked like she'd thrown on whatever was at home, dragging her slippers along.
She stopped in front of me.
'Whoa, this girl's looks...'
Even in that sloppy getup, her beauty shone through.
Breasts so huge you couldn't hold them in one hand, a slender waist.
Hips and ass that threatened to burst her jeans, leading to long, sleek legs.
She deserved the title of "body made by God."
And that was just the start.
Dyed blonde hair, haughty eyes, long lashes, a perky nose, small but nicely plump lips.
She had a tomboyish, cat-like vibe, but she was top-tier pretty even among other beauties.
My dick twitched the moment I saw her, but I desperately hid it.
"You're the guy my mom set this up with?"
"Yeah. The real estate lady—Yoo-ra's mom—introduced us..."
"Whoa... Mom's a total idiot. That's why she kept pushing me to go? But at first glance, you're all flash, no substance—not my type."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing. Let's go. I thought of a place on the way. We'll grab a bite there and call it quits."
She said her piece and strode off ahead.
Not content with insulting me right to my face upon arrival.
She was blatantly showing how little she wanted to be here.
'Hah. Check out this ballsy bitch.'
Zero effort, zero sincerity, zero manners—rage boiled up inside me.
"Maybe I should chase her down, grab her ponytail, and slam her face into the ground."
I took deep breaths to calm myself and prevent any incidents.
My mind was a storm right now.
⚠️ TRAITS OVERLAPPING ⚠️ [Rough Personality] [Boiling Sexual Desire] [Desire for Domination] All stacking simultaneously...
'This could be fun.'
Thinking that, I followed her—and that's when I noticed the logo on her jacket.
'Wait... that's our department's hoodie, isn't it?'
Damn, our department was full of bitches like this.
I'd lost interest in studying, worrying college might get boring.
-But at first glance, you're all flash, no substance—not my type.
Having a smug bitch like her around might liven things up.
"What're you doing? Hurry up. If you're not coming, I'm heading home."
"No, no. I'll follow."
I wondered how long that attitude would last.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 'What the? I figured he'd get mad or something. He's milder than he looks.'
Handsome guys usually acted arrogant to match their faces.
Someone with looks and personality in proportion.
It was like a guy straight out of a fantasy.
And Mom said he went to the same university...
'How did I not know a guy like this was at our school?'
She glanced back at the man following silently.
Their eyes met unexpectedly, and he tilted his head.
'Hmm... I was gonna ditch if he snapped, but he's better than expected.'
Tall stature, solid build radiating masculinity.
Shirt sleeves straining like they'd rip with a flex, veins bulging from wrists to forearms.
And his face?
Sharp jawline, piercing eyes, handsome features that cleansed the soul just looking at them.
Dressed simply and cleanly, yet he exuded model vibes.
'Alright, you pass. I'll hang with you at least through round two.'
She knew she was pretty.
The reactions around her made it impossible not to.
That's why her standards for others were sky-high.
Even so, his looks were undeniably top-notch.
No—could there be anyone in the world more worthy of praise?
This wasn't just "decently handsome."
Maybe the gap in level was too big, but even from afar, all she could do was gasp in admiration.
'If I hadn't taken deep breaths beforehand, I'd have embarrassingly gawked right in front of him.'
Thanks to that,
-But at first glance, you're all flash, no substance—not my type.
-Pardon?
His flustered reaction was priceless.
Nothing beat landing a hit on a guy who'd coasted on his looks.
'Vacation was so damn boring anyway.'
Lee Yoo-ra had found a guy worth toying with after ages.
What prank to pull next? Maybe snag some dirt and keep him around?
'School's been utter shit anyway.'
Guys with faces like that hated rumors of being players.
'Act interested, then when he shows his sleazy side in front of me...'
Weakness spotted!
Use that to drag him around and flaunt him to those smug friends with boyfriends—sounds fun.
Stopping, Lee Yoo-ra turned and said,
"How old are you?"
"Does age matter?"
"Of course it does? I know I'm rude, but I'm not a total asshole."
"Oh. Kinda surprised."
"At what?"
"That you know you're rude."
What? Looking for a fight?
I thought he was meek since he stayed quiet, but apparently not.
"Anyway, let's sort the hierarchy first. If you're older, I'll keep polite speech. Same year or younger, we drop it. You?"
"Not keen on telling you suddenly..."
Just that made Lee Yoo-ra's eyes gleam.
Not telling? Obvious proof he was younger.
"Why? Scared you're younger? I'm twenty-four, by the way. Your turn~"
"Twenty-three..."
"Knew it, you're younger. I'm your senior, so I'll drop honorifics? You keep them, though. Which track in our department?"
"Sigh..."
The guy let out a deep sigh and pointed at the department hoodie she wore.
Getting the hint, she dramatically covered her mouth with both hands.
"Oh my god! What luck."
A legal toy to play with, right in front of her.
She hadn't even noticed.
'You just got caught.'
Lee Yoo-ra shoved her hands in her pockets and grinned.
"Nice to meet you. You know I'm your senior, right? If you want an easy college life, treat me with respect."