Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: An Unfamiliar Popularity
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Besides the deletion of <First Kiss: Inexperienced> from the information window, there was another change.
[Base Libido: F] [Sexual Desire Towards Me: B] [Affection Towards Me: S] An item called ‘Sexual Desire Towards Me: B’ had been added.
The only thing that had changed was that we had kissed.
It seemed to have been added because of that.
But I didn't understand what it meant for her base libido to be F, while her desire towards me was a B.
[Base Libido is one's innate sexual drive.] [Sexual Desire Towards Me is a sexual drive that applies only to the user.] Oh, really?
You’re quite helpful, Status Window.
So what’s the difference between F and B?
[F is the sex-averse stage. Individuals at this level have a strong aversion to sexual contact and a very high probability of never marrying or dating.] [E is asexual. A considerate person might accommodate a loved one.] [D dislikes sex.] [C is the stage of having little interest in sex.] [B moderately enjoys sex. Most people fall into this category.] I had no idea Jung Hye-na was sex-averse.
But to think she’s at the stage of moderately enjoying sex with me...
How could one kiss change her that much?
“Hye-na. What do you think about sex?”
“Ah, well. I’ve never done it. My first kiss was just now, so of course that would be my first time too!”
She was sweating bullets from embarrassment, yet she desperately made her point.
A wave of solemnity washed over me as I wondered if I truly deserved such a luxury.
“Honestly, I’ve always found it a bit... gross. But I think doing it with you would be nice, Oppa. I... I want to do it with you, Oppa.”
She couldn't meet my eyes, her face bright red, but she managed to say what she wanted to say.
She’s incredibly forward.
I always thought women were very passive and defensive about these things.
Lee Chang-woo, you... you can make all this happen with just your face.
Come to think of it, she responded quite eagerly to the kiss earlier.
If she responds even half as much during sex, I’d be so moved I’d carry her on my back for the rest of my life.
The wish of a dickless virgin from a past life isn't that grand.
‘Do you want to go out with me?’
The stage was already set.
Just that one sentence, and it would be game over.
Once her period ends, we’ll do it at least six times a day.
Where should we have the wedding?
To be a husband Hye-na isn’t ashamed of, I should probably go back to grad school, right?
But this Lee Chang-woo guy feels like he only has a high school diploma.
Anyway, I can use the names I picked out for our kids a long time ago, and our first grandchild’s name will be...
Vrrr. Vrrr.
“Oppa, just a moment. It’s a call from the office.”
Jung Hye-na excused herself and answered the phone.
“Yes, Representative. Yes, I’m nearby. What? Right now? Oh, I can’t. Really? That’s terrible. Yes, yes, I understand. I’ll be right there.”
Hanging up, Jung Hye-na wore an expression of extreme frustration and injustice.
“Oppa, what do I do? One of the editors was just rushed to the emergency room, and they need me to come in and handle the editing. There’s something that has to be uploaded by tomorrow.”
No, I was mentally preparing to ask you out!
Is this really happening right now?
“Were you originally off today?”
“Not exactly. I took a half-day and left work early to see you. But why does Jung-min have to get rushed to the emergency room at such a crucial time? Ugh.”
Jung Hye-na seethed with anger, grinding her teeth, before catching herself and glancing at me.
Honestly, I was a little scared.
I thought she was someone who couldn't get angry at all.
“I’m sorry. I think I have to go now.”
“Oh, okay.”
“I’m so, so sorry. If you need anything, please contact me right away!”
“My phone is on airplane mode right now, so let’s text.”
“Oh, I know. You can’t do anything on your phone unless it’s on airplane or do not disturb mode. You get flooded with calls.”
It was that bad...?
“Oppa, well then, I’ll be...”
“Hye-na, wait a second.”
“Yes?”
I pulled her into a tight hug at the doorway.
I kissed her soft lips once more.
Jung Hye-na willingly wrapped her arms around me, responding eagerly to the kiss.
It was so sweet my whole body felt like it was melting, and it felt so good.
I wouldn’t mind if we just turned to stone like this, right here.
To the poor soul of my reproductive organ, which was excised along with the cancer cells, I send this message.
I hope you know what your master is doing right now.
Please remember that I’ve grown enough to just go in for a kiss without a word.
“Oppa... I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay.”
After a lingering kiss, we parted. Her eyes were slightly glazed over.
“Jung-min is just no help at all. Always pushing her work onto others...”
I overheard her muttering, and for a moment, an old memory almost gave me PTSD.
Well, Hye-na is only human. It’s natural to be angry when you have to go back to work after taking a half-day off.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ My interest in idols was about the same as anyone else’s.
I’d heard the name of the group Jung Hye-na was in for the first time today.
I connected to the Wi-Fi and looked up videos from her active days.
Perhaps because she was a mid-tier idol who had been active for over three years, there were quite a few fancams.
But over 80% of the fancams were solo shots of Jung Hye-na.
So she was the one carrying the group.
Looking for more information, I found out she had the nickname ‘The Unfortunate Breadwinner of a Girl Group.’
It had been over a year since she retired, yet comments longing for her were still being posted on her fancams.
💬 Comments — User123 Hye-na was originally in Kerokshin’s debut lineup, but her life got ruined after getting tangled up in some shitty merger and acquisitionㅠㅠ Looking back, it's such a waste of buried talent. — SoloStan What do you expect when you debut a top-10 Challenger-level talent with a bunch of Grandmasters? Of course she couldn't shine. ↳ Reply Shouldn't a true Challenger be able to grab four Grandmasters by the collar and carry them to success? ↳ Reply Fuck off, you damn troll. I watched the fancams one after another, completely absorbed.
On stage was a completely new Jung Hye-na, one I didn’t know.
A national-treasure-level idol center, combining the freshness of a teenager with a strangely fitting sexiness.
How unfair it must have been for her idol career to be ruined by company politics and factional strife among the higher-ups.
If she had debuted with Kerokshin, she would be raking in popularity and money by now.
Not a staff member at a 4-million-subscriber YouTuber’s studio, getting called back in right after taking a half-day off.
I went into the bathroom to wash up.
As I undressed and stood before the mirror, tears welled up in my eyes at the sight of my magnificent member.
If a penis has a soul, did it leave when it was cut off during surgery? Or did it stay?
I wish you could have been transmigrated into this body with me.
“Damn, he’s handsome. That guy is really...”
Back when I was in my old body, I used to stand in front of the bathroom mirror and frequently rationalize, ‘This isn’t so bad, right?’
Thinking back on it now, it’s a dark past I want to erase.
Seeing this face, a picture of perfection, made me reflect on how nauseating the mirror in my old house must have found me.
‘Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Isn’t this at least above average?’
‘Among squids, you mean?’
That must have been what the mirror was really thinking.
“But this Chang-woo fellow doesn’t seem to work out.”
There was no excess fat, just a slightly lean body.
A model-like physique, I suppose.
But I had a feeling women would prefer this kind of body anyway.
No, with that face, his body type probably wouldn’t matter. It would just be a matter of preference.
Washing from head to toe, I felt completely refreshed.
“I’m hungry.”
I grabbed something random from my suitcase, threw it on, and put on my shoes.
I looked in the entryway mirror and nearly jumped out of my skin.
Some male celebrity was standing there.
To think the world was this unfair, and I’d lived my whole life completely unaware.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 7 PM.
I was desperately craving a cold beer.
I hadn’t had a single drop in five years while battling my illness.
So I went to a pub, but perhaps because it was Gangnam, every bar was packed, even at 7 PM.
“Ah, that’s refreshing.”
I chugged a 500cc mug in one go.
The status window must have fixed me up completely during the transmigration, because the beer went down so smoothly.
I immediately ordered a second glass and opened YouTube.
It was the channel of my favorite YouTuber, a Princeton math Ph.D.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes?”
A woman’s voice suddenly came from my side.
I turned to see a rather pretty woman smiling shyly.
In the past, I would have thought she was a great beauty, but after seeing Jung Hye-na, she seemed a bit plain.
“You’re totally my type. Could I possibly get your number?”
“Ah, I don’t have a phone right now.”
My old habit kicked in without me realizing it.
Whenever a pretty woman approached me saying she was interested, I’d think, ‘There’s no way this is happening to me. It must be a pyramid scheme,’ and make the excuse, ‘I don’t have a phone.’
The girl wasn’t flustered at all. She just smiled with her eyes and shifted her gaze to the YouTube video.
“You have a phone right here.”
“Oh, this is a deactivated phone. It can’t make calls.”
“Then can I give you my number?”
I’m touched.
I feel like I’m about to cry.
Mom, for the first time in my life, a girl is asking for my number.
“Yes, please.”
“You have to call me. You have to, you have to.”
“Yes, I’ll call you when I get it activated.”
My heart was already so full of Hye-na that there was no room for another woman to squeeze in.
Still, since this was the first time a girl had ever asked for my number, I should treasure the memory.
“Excuse me, are you here alone?”
“You’re exactly my ideal type.”
“Can I give you my number?”
“If you’re alone, would you like to drink with us?”
“I came from that table over there. I lost a bet, so... would you like to join our table?”
“I’ve been watching you for a while. You’re watching a really difficult video.”
Did they all decide to take turns or something?
Every time I tried to take a sip, someone would come over and talk to me. Every time I tried to drink, another one would appear.
“Oh my, you must like math. I’m also a subscriber to this YouTuber. Did you major in math?”
“Not math, but I graduated from an engineering school.”
“Oh my, I’m an engineering girl too! Electrical engineering, electrical engineering!”
“Really? What year are you?”
“First year. I’m a freshman!”
“Great. Then explain the difference between a vector and a scalar.”
“Uhm...”
“You’re a liberal arts major. Why did you lie?”
“I’m sorry. I wanted to make a good impression, so I just said it without thinking.”
I’m going to lose my mind.
I just want to drink alone in peace and watch some YouTube. Why does everyone keep bothering me?
I think I’m about to have a panic attack.