Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Weapons of Mass Distraction
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Jung Hye-na was younger, 169cm, slender, with C-cups.
She possessed a stunning face and an aura of pure innocence.
Choi Ji-soo was my age, 175cm, with D-cups.
A confident, statuesque, glamorous beauty.
Hwang Ah-young was older, 166cm, with G-cups.
An obsessive beauty with a body that defied Asian standards.
Each one certainly had her own distinct appeal.
I found it hard to tear my eyes away from her bouncing chest.
I tried my best not to stare, but my gaze kept drifting back to her breasts against my will.
Damn it, a woman with a chest like that is walking around in a tube top?
With her outerwear off, her shoulder and waist lines were fully exposed, making her explosive chest stand out even more.
You definitely weren't dressed like this on Friday.
"Your clothes..."
"I went to the salon early this morning and had them style me the way you like best. Is this wave okay? When I told Director Hwang I was meeting you, he did my hair in the Ellingrang style you said you liked."
Sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about.
Right now, I can't see anything but your chest.
"Aren't you... cold?"
"It's hot in here."
That's probably because of the heat radiating from my face.
Hwang Ah-young was wearing tight, long pants.
For a moment, I wondered what it would be like if she wore short shorts or a mini skirt.
By keeping her lower body covered and only revealing the lines of her legs, she seemed to be accentuating her G-cup chest even more.
Suddenly, a story came to mind.
A woman was crying, certain her boyfriend was going to break up with her that day.
Her tough older friend advised her to wear a miniskirt.
The heartwarming conclusion was that her boyfriend asked to give their relationship another try.
Wielding the weapon that was her G-cup chest, Hwang Ah-young was brimming with confidence.
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had been sobbing her heart out on Friday.
Anyway, I needed to regain my shattered composure somehow.
For a fleeting moment, I even wondered what Jung Hye-na would look like with G-cups.
Get a grip.
The fact that her slender body was already adorned with beautifully shaped, torpedo-like C-cups was a miracle in itself.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
"I'm so sorry about Friday. I'd been waiting for days for you to call, so when you acted like you didn't know me, I got really upset. Please forgive me."
She was apologizing, but her tone was full of confidence.
Not that I disliked it, but was the tube top the source of this woman's confidence? Did accentuating her chest make her feel bold or something?
"How did you know?"
"After you left, I asked the counter staff, and they said you had a perfect Korean accent. That's how I knew you were tricking me, so I followed you."
The answer came out so smoothly.
I expected her to hedge a little.
But seriously.
Can breasts really get that big on their own, as if they were transplanted from someone of a different race?
The size was truly astonishing.
I could feel the gazes of all the men in the cafe fixed on our table.
I get it. I can't get a grip either.
If Jung Hye-na's face was a ballistic missile...
Then Hwang Ah-young's chest was a THAAD interceptor missile.
Different types and purposes, but both were strategic weapons.
"So when did you learn German so well?"
"A while ago. I just haven't used it."
"I had no idea. You looked really cool in that suit. I get why you never wore one before."
You said I looked cool, though?
Why would you say it like that?
"Even when you dressed down, women would flock to you, and you hated it. In a suit, it was probably insane."
Ah, so that was the reason.
No wonder I got hit on for my number so much more that day.
"..."
"..."
As I fell silent, Hwang Ah-young naturally grew quiet as well.
It seemed she was trying not to bother me.
I was just unsure how to continue the conversation.
She might be interpreting my silence as displeasure.
Hwang Ah-young began to grow anxious, fidgeting with her fingers.
"Hey, um, I can't today."
"Can't what?"
"I'm on my period. Could we just... do it with my breasts and mouth? You like that, right?"
I almost choked.
So that's how Chang-woo used to fool around with her.
[My Oral Ejaculations: 42] [My Vaginal Ejaculations: 43] Come to think of it, the number of oral ejaculations was unusually high.
With Choi Ji-soo, the ratio was 12:48.
So they did a lot of paizuri...
"I've found someone I like."
"That girl from Friday? She was pretty. But she doesn't seem like your type, Chang-woo. She looks like she'd be super obsessive."
My Hye-na? She's nothing but innocent.
Even if she's a rival, there's a limit to how much you can slander someone. That's just ridiculous.
And who are you to talk about being obsessive?
"Should we go to a motel? Or my place?"
"Didn't you hear me? I said I've found someone I like."
"I heard. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"..."
"I made you a firm promise that I wouldn't care about things like that. Are you testing me right now?"
Will the original Chang-woo ever stop surprising me?
This won't do. I have to be firm.
If I show any weakness, I feel like I'll be devoured by that ridiculous chest.
"Anyway, I can't see you anymore. That's what I came here to say."
"Okay. I'll wait patiently."
"Why are you taking it like that? I'm saying I can't see you anymore."
"Doesn't that just mean you're going to focus on her for a while? I understood you perfectly, didn't I?"
This is so frustrating I could scream.
It's not that this woman is strange.
This must be Lee Chang-woo's method of managing his harem.
"How long are you going to keep your phone on airplane mode?"
"I got a new..."
I quickly stopped myself, realizing that telling her I got a new number would only make things more complicated.
Her words about going crazy while waiting endlessly for a call...
The image of her from Friday night flashed before my eyes.
She reminded me too much of my old self, making it difficult to be harsh.
"I won't ignore your texts. But I can't promise I'll reply with much enthusiasm."
"Really?"
How could her face light up like that?
Her logic is beyond my comprehension.
Even if a handsome face justifies a lot, this is too much.
"Just stick to simple greetings. I'm serious about changing my ways and making things work with her."
"Okay, I understand. I'll wait."
She doesn't seem to believe me.
I guess that's how fickle and untrustworthy the original Chang-woo was.
Feeling it would be too cold to leave right away, I asked her a few questions to pass the time and gather some information.
"What have you been up to lately?"
"Still working at the company."
"What kind of company?"
"My dad's company."
"Oh? What industry is it in?"
"Just various food ingredient distribution. It's a mid-sized company, so it's pretty big. Don't worry, when I inherit it, I can give you 30 million won a month for living expenses."
I almost choked again.
What, she was born with a silver spoon?
Come to think of it, Choi Ji-soo, who's my age, also drove a Volvo.
That bastard, Lee Chang-woo... did he dislike Jung Hye-na because she didn't have money?
Did a girl have to be pretty *and* rich to even pass his preliminary screening?
Coming from Chang-woo, that wouldn't surprise me at all.
And now I understood why I had misjudged her breast size on Friday.
"When I left the house without a sports bra on for the first time in a while, my mom asked if I was going to see you."
"Why?"
"Because you warned me at the beginning not to show off my big chest unless I was meeting you."
So that's why they only looked slightly large on Friday.
"My mom wanted me to pass on a message to you."
"What is it?"
Just how was I entangled with Hwang Ah-young's mother?
Please don't let an information window pop up...
"My mom owns a 12-story commercial building in a prime location. She said if I have your baby, she'll transfer the deed to you the moment it's born."
"...Does that even make sense? I don't understand."
"My mom thinks you're incredibly handsome, she adores you. Her dream is to see a grandchild who looks just like you."
So this is what happens when a guy like Lee Chang-woo doesn't become a celebrity. He just goes around completely disrupting the dating market.
"I won't bother you with greetings."
"Good."
"But are you sure you don't want to do anything today? She'd probably understand anyway."
What is she talking about? Then I remembered the three-year renewal rule and was left speechless.
The swaying chest before me tempted me to stray.
But while I may have lived without a dick, I never lived without principles.
My new Chang-woo style of crisis management—agreeing not to ignore her texts—seemed to have worked, as we parted ways amicably without a bad atmosphere.
On my way back, I checked the original Chang-woo's phone and saw a new text from Hwang Ah-young.
— 010 **** **** Thanks for meeting me today ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
>Get home safe ♥
>My period should be over the day after tomorrow, so let me know if you're thinking of me ♥♥ Ha, what a situation.
I stopped walking and sent a reply.
— Me Alright. Was that too short?
I was worried I might have hurt her feelings, but a moment later, a series of photos came flooding in.
I almost spat when I opened them.
"Holy shit..."
They were nude photos of Hwang Ah-young.
Her enormous breasts were on full display, their pink nipples presented in an ecstatic pose.
No, but seriously, she's going to send nude photos of her upper body with her face completely visible like this?
I couldn't bring myself to delete the pictures.
I quietly saved her number under 'Hwang Ah-young'.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I made my way to the cafe where I would start working tomorrow.
As I entered, the owner's eyes widened, and he greeted me warmly.
"Hey, you start tomorrow. What brings you here today?"
He was following my request to speak casually next time we met.
It was more comfortable for me too, now that we were speaking informally.
"I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in. I needed to kill some time at a cafe anyway."
"Sit, sit. Take any seat you like. It's on the house."
"No, it's okay. I'll pay for it myself."
"Hey, at our cafe, if a current employee comes in as a customer, their table gets up to four drinks for free. It's a rule."
Wondering if that was true, I glanced at the other part-timers, and they all nodded eagerly.
"That's right. Up to four drinks are free. If you come with a group of four, one drink is free. If you come alone, four drinks are free. Once a week."
"If you don't follow the rule, Oppa, we'll feel awkward getting free drinks next time."
"Ah, well, I can't be the one to break the rules then. I'll have a Caramel Macchiato, please."
More than two-thirds of the tables were empty.
It wasn't peak time, but I was a little worried.
Could I really boost this cafe's sales starting tomorrow?
I suddenly felt a wave of anxiety.
However, less than thirty minutes later, I realized something.
I had been grossly underestimating the inheritance left behind by the original Chang-woo.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Ding-ding.
"Welcome. All our tables are full right now, so we can only do takeout. Is that okay?"
"When will a table be free?"
"I'm sorry, I can't give you a definite answer on that."
"Don't you have a time limit or something here?"
"No, we don't have a policy like that. I'm sorry."
"Ugh, this is so annoying—"
"Hey, the handsome guy can hear you. Watch your mouth."
"Excuse me, Owner. We'll take four of the most time-consuming coffees to make, and four slices of cake that you have to get from the fridge and thaw out, to go."
"Thank you."
When their order was ready,
Owner Gong Ji-cheol, who couldn't take his eyes off the handsome man, casually mentioned to the female customers loitering about.
"That guy, he's an employee here. Today's his day off."
"Wow, really? No way, that's amazing."
"What time does he start working?"
"He works Monday to Friday, 9 to 6."