Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: A Night in a New World
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“How much does something like this cost at a place like this?”
The handsome man asked with an innocent face.
The three women realized he didn't have much clubbing experience.
Their already overflowing affection was about to burst.
MD Jang, with a flair for the dramatic, theatrically opened one of the bottles.
“At our establishment, we offer this for five million won per bottle. So these two bottles alone are already ten million won.”
“Wow, and here I was scouring all of Seoul for a liquor store that sold this cheap.”
“Oh my, you must like the 38-year-old. The MD Oppa made a great choice. Right, girls?”
“We should give our Oppa a tip. Hold on.”
Park Min-ha took a check from her wallet and handed it over with the most elegant gesture she could muster.
A one-million-won check.
MD Jang's eyes widened.
“Oh, madam! Thank you! Thank you so much!”
“It's nothing. Oppa, let me pour you a drink.”
“Thank you. Wow, I've handled these bottles every day, but this is my first time actually tasting it.”
Park Min-ha asked as she poured the drink.
“You said you ran a lot of errands for the 38-year-old? But this is your first time trying it?”
“It's my first time tasting it.”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I'd been an outsider ever since my undergraduate days.
Blind dates, drinking parties, company dinners—the moment I opened my mouth, the mood would turn ice-cold.
I was curious.
What would happen if my lacking conversation skills were combined with Lee Chang-woo's visuals?
So right now, I'm just spewing words, pretending I'm my past self who died a dickless virgin.
“A mechanical engineering friend who got a job after his master's once said to me, 'Why are recent graduates so serious?' I asked him what he meant, and he said that in an interview, he asked a candidate to explain 'force' and 'torque,' but the kid just stammered.”
“Ah! I've heard about that from my dad sometimes! Everyone uses cards now, but back in the day, you had to put something called a 'torque' in to ride the bus.”
“I think you mean a 'token'.”
“Ah... are they different?”
“They are different. Should I explain?”
“Yes, please tell me!”
Engineering jokes, defense industry jokes, dad jokes.
The three women found the stories, the very ones that had earned me the title of 'mood-killer,' incredibly entertaining.
They clapped nonstop, giggling and laughing without a pause.
It was enough to make me wonder.
‘Do I actually have a talent for humor?’
“Your glass is empty, it's empty!”
“Song-hee. The bottle's empty too.”
“MD Oppa!”
The moment Park Min-ha pressed the call button, the door flew open.
It was so fast, it was as if he'd been waiting right outside the door.
“Sir, madams! You called?”
“Bring two more bottles.”
“I'll have them here faster than a speeding bullet!”
Two more bottles of the 38-year-old were placed on the table, and one was promptly opened with a satisfying pop.
“I can see why my advisor liked it. This is delicious, isn't it?”
“Your professor was too harsh. He could have at least given you a few glasses.”
“He said it was expensive liquor, so he wouldn't give us slaves a single drop.”
“Slaves?”
“There's a saying that if an undergraduate commits a sin, they're sentenced to slavery in the prison known as graduate school.”
“Wow, that's hilarious.”
“Ahaha, ahahaha! My stomach hurts, this is too funny.”
“So what sin did you commit, Oppa?”
“The sin of choosing further education over getting a job?”
“So funny.”
“Oppa, are you even allowed to be this funny?”
“I'm dying.”
The women burst into laughter at every little thing I said.
If there's one thing I can do, it's distinguish a fake laugh.
I had to force a laugh every time my professor told a dad joke.
These women's laughter was the real deal.
Now I knew for sure.
The problem wasn't my conversation skills. It was my face.
“We're just going to the restroom.”
“Oh, are you all going together?”
“Yes. It's to prevent anyone from talking behind our backs.”
But why are they taking their handbags?
They left their coats, but a sudden anxiety washed over me.
“Sir, are you enjoying yourself?”
If those women run off, what happens to the bill?
The thought was burning in my mind.
But I couldn't possibly say it out loud.
“You seem to know them well?”
“Of course. They're VVIPs at our club. They're always big spenders, but thanks to you, sir, it looks like they're about to set an all-time record today. Thank you.”
It seemed I could relax.
The women returned quickly.
From what I'd heard, when women go to the restroom, they touch up their makeup, chat, and smoke, which usually takes a while.
“You're back already?”
“We just did our business and came right back. We were afraid you might run away, Oppa.”
“The MD Oppa was keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn't escape, didn't you know?”
So they had the same worries as me.
A sense of shared suffering, in a way.
“So, how old are you three?”
Normally, asking a woman her age so suddenly would kill the mood.
But that...
“Twenty-four!”
“We're the same age!”
“We've been friends since elementary school!”
...didn't apply to Lee Chang-woo.
They all answered with bright smiles, as if they'd been waiting for the question.
I see...
So it was only annoying when guys who weren't handsome asked their age.
I stored away another piece of enlightenment.
“What about you, Oppa?”
“There's quite an age gap. You can't use my age as an excuse to make me pay now, okay?”
“Ahaha, Oppa, you're so funny!”
“Oppa, your sense of humor is amazing.”
To think they took that as a joke.
I was worried they'd treat me like a loser.
“I'm thirty-three.”
“What? Really? Wow! You look incredibly young for your age!”
“A nine-year difference! They say that's a perfect match!”
“Wow, I've always wished for an older boyfriend. I always thought nine years was the most ideal age gap.”
It's a good thing I don't have an ID.
If they found out my body's actual age is younger than theirs, they might get even clingier.
It wasn't that I didn't know their ages.
Thanks to the status window, I even knew their names.
And...
[Chae Song-hee]
Age: 24 163cm 48kg A-cup [Park Min-ha]
Age: 24 164cm 48kg A-cup [Kim Ga-eul]
Age: 24 165cm 48kg A-cup They really are good friends.
[Base Libido: B] [Affection Towards Me: A] Their base libido and affection levels were also identical.
But I don't know what I did to deserve an A.
Can you really reach A-rank just by drinking and hanging out a little?
Chae Song-hee, the one going to study in the US, had red-dyed hair.
Park Min-ha, whose hobby was working out, had a bob cut.
Kim Ga-eul, who worked at her mother's store, had long, straight hair.
I found myself unconsciously trying to remember them by their external features. Is this a habit of Lee Chang-woo's?
But why were they ordering so much alcohol?
“O...ppa... we're... o-kay. We can... drink... more...”
“Ugh, Oppa... you can really... hold your liquor...”
“Just... pass out already... please...”
Damn, Lee Chang-woo can really drink.
I felt a buzz, but my mind was still perfectly clear.
There were already 13 empty bottles rolling around.
Wait, does that mean the alcohol alone costs 65 million won?
The thought sobered me up instantly.
“Oh my, madams. Are you okay? Why did you drink so much?”
“Do they always drink this much?”
“They can hold their liquor, but they really overdid it today.”
“I should get going. Please tell them I had a good time.”
“Oh, sir! If you leave like this, those ladies will kill me.”
“Then what should I do? I can't exactly take them home myself.”
“It's not that. Your number, please.”
“I need to get a new phone, so I don't have a number to give you right now.”
“Then please take this.”
MD Jang quickly offered me a cheap, generic phone.
“It's my phone. If you have it, the ladies will contact you on it.”
“This isn't the first time, is it?”
“Of course not. I just figured you might not give out your number, so I prepared for it. I'm very thorough.”
MD Jang gathered the empty bottles and took a picture.
A moment later, burly guards came in, hoisted the unconscious women onto their backs, and carried them out.
“When the ladies call, please be sure to answer. Otherwise, I won't get paid for their tab right away; it'll be delayed.”
“Wow... you let them run a 65-million-won tab?”
“They're VVIPs. How could I dare take a card from their bags to pay? They'll settle the bill tomorrow when they're sober.”
Seriously...
This was a whole new world I'd never even imagined.
Feeling a bit responsible, I followed them to the parking garage.
The guards placed the unconscious women into their respective cars and even buckled their seatbelts.
A Ferrari, a McLaren, a Bentley...
So they really were rich kids.
I felt foolish for worrying for a moment that I'd have to pay the bill if they ran off when they first went to the restroom.
A short while later, designated drivers arrived.
The drivers, who also seemed familiar with the routine, took some money from MD Jang and got into the driver's seats.
“Is this okay? The world is a dangerous place these days.”
At my words, MD Jang waved his hand dismissively and laughed.
“Those guys have driven our ladies many times, so it's fine. They know their lives would be over if they tried anything funny. They'll escort them home respectfully, so don't you worry, sir.”
“What was the total?”
“65 million won. The room charge and snacks are on the house.”
Before we parted ways, MD Jang politely handed me his business card.
“Please, come by anytime! We'll give you the absolute best service!”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I'd just wanted to have a drink somewhere noisy to lift my gloomy mood, but I ended up witnessing a whole new world.
For Lee Chang-woo, this was probably just a normal day.
Come to think of it, didn't a 26-year-old golden spoon daughter offer him an 8.5-billion-won apartment?
Was what I experienced today just some tedious daily quest for Lee Chang-woo?
I returned to my studio apartment.
Lying in bed, I watched fancams of Jung Hye-na from her girl group days on YouTube until I fell asleep.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I had a dream.
-Hello, partner.
‘A sausage?’
A sausage the size of a newborn's arm greeted me.
It had no eyes or mouth, yet it spoke.
It was wearing something like a cowboy hat.
-So you remember. That's right. I'm your old sausage friend who was with you for 27 years.
The sausage took off its hat and bowed its head in greeting.
I felt a jolt of shock that resonated deep in my chest.
It wasn't a sausage.
It was my penis, which had been cut off along with the cancer cells.
-Do you like the gift I gave you?
‘A gift? Ah.’
-It's nice, right? It's a gift I earned by bowing and crying to the goddess of love every day for five years. Even the goddess, moved to tears, wondered how such a pitiful sausage like me could exist and finally gave me a kiss.
A second life.
A status window that shows information about women.
All of this was a gift prepared for me by the soul of my lost dick?
-We may have been separated for a few years, but I was always with you. From now on, let's not live foolishly. Let's live it up.
The dick soul flew to my groin.
It gently settled in the center of my legs, where there had been nothing, and took root.
-Now, we'll be together forever!
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I opened my eyes.
Lifting my head while still lying down, I saw a proudly pitched tent.
I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
I didn't want to dismiss it as just a crazy dream.
After all, I was already experiencing a miracle.
“Yeah. From now on, we're together.”