Chapter 51
“What the hell are you, you bastard!”
Oh Jeong-hoon wasn't the type to lose his cool and spew curses like that under normal circumstances. Sure, he was a playboy who slept around with women for fun, but he wasn't malicious about it. Women came too easily to him—no real challenges, so he always stayed cool and collected. That's why people around him generally said things like, 'His love life's a mess, but he's a decent guy otherwise.' He'd managed his image perfectly.
But now, that facade was crumbling right in front of Han Ya-seong. This nobody kept prancing around in his face, and he couldn't hold back anymore—he exploded. The usual Oh Jeong-hoon never would have. Hell, he wouldn't have even bothered with an average guy like Han Ya-seong; he might've felt superior and treated him nicely. But not now.
This was a rival. A straight-up love rival. Han Ya-seong had become his rival for Choi Yu-jin. Realizing that filled Oh Jeong-hoon with shame and rage, and he lashed out.
Han Ya-seong flinched for a split second when the gentlemanly model-type suddenly started cursing and yelling, but he quickly steadied himself. So you're not all that special after all... That's what crossed his mind. He'd thought the guy was some impressive catch, but peel back one layer and he was just an ordinary dude. That averageness had been hidden behind his killer looks, that's all.
'Damn it...' Oh Jeong-hoon instantly regretted flying off the handle and cursing. It wasn't like him. Why had he snapped like that? Right—those eyes. The eyes of this nobody looking at him like he was trash. Even now, as Oh Jeong-hoon raged and cursed, those eyes stared back as if they understood him perfectly. As if saying, That's just who you are.
The situation left Oh Jeong-hoon flustered. How the hell did I end up squaring off with a loser like this? Normally, he wouldn't even glance his way. The guy had zero value. Oh Jeong-hoon should be up against big shots—famous models, hot movie stars, popular idols. Guys more famous than him, more popular with women. But this pint-sized nobody in front of him? Not worth the time.
Short, maybe 170 cm; plain looks. The kind of guy you wouldn't notice even if he was standing right there. Peak mediocrity. Except... those eyes were a little unusual. Everything else was average, but not those eyes. They had something. Far from ordinary. Proof? They stared right at him without a hint of fear, even now. Other guys always shrank back, tails between their legs, the second he raised his voice. He'd known that since school days.
He'd never even fought in middle or high school, yet he was already top dog. Even the delinquents left him alone, sucked up to him, tried to befriend him. All because he was tall and handsome. That's when Oh Jeong-hoon learned: looks could get you anything. So he dove into modeling. From there, it was smooth sailing. He became the industry's rising star, raking in cash and women galore. Just striking up a conversation had them creaming their panties and spreading their legs.
Choosing between jjajangmyeon or jjamppong was harder than picking which girl to fuck. Everywhere he went, people fawned over him; women threw themselves at him. Elite college girls from top schools falling head over heels for a high-school grad like him, offering their bodies? Pure ecstasy. For a while, he targeted only those brainy overachievers, fucking them as revenge for his own academic failures.
And it didn't stop there. He'd steal girls that average guys pined over in secret, fuck them effortlessly, and bask in massive superiority. Nailing a girl another dude liked? Immense joy, total satisfaction. So he started hitting on girls with boyfriends too. While pounding them, he'd make them scream that his cock was better than their boyfriend's. Women were that easy. Even with a man, they'd pretend to resist before spreading wide for him.
He hadn't touched married women yet—didn't want to wreck homes. Or maybe it was the story of a senior model who seduced a housewife, got caught by her husband, and ended up stabbed. Scared him off. Either way, any woman in the world was fair game for a quick fuck, while average guys watched in envy and despair. One dude even tracked him down—the guy whose girlfriend he'd fucked—begging him to treat her well. Came in hot like he wanted a fight, but wilted the second he saw Oh Jeong-hoon's face, slinking away like a kicked dog. Trying to play the big man after losing his girl.
But he dumped her that day anyway. Told her his mood was ruined because her boyfriend showed up. She was just a disposable fuck anyway—didn't care. Women were everywhere. Always ready to seduce and screw. Five minutes max at a club. That was him. With looks like his, nothing was off-limits in this world.
Until now. Right this moment, that ironclad rule was shattering because of Choi Yu-jin and this nobody. Oh Jeong-hoon couldn't wrap his head around it.
“Mr. Oh Jeong-hoon, that was incredibly rude. Do you think you're mocking me right now?”
As Oh Jeong-hoon stared into Han Ya-seong's eyes, lost in his daze, Choi Yu-jin finally stepped in. She wanted to end this awkward mess fast. Arms crossed under her ample chest like a college lecturer, she moved beside Han Ya-seong and scolded him.
“How could you pull something like that in a place like this? I never pegged you for such trash, Mr. Oh. Aren't you ashamed?”
“N-no, that was... a mistake...”
Oh Jeong-hoon was utterly thrown. He'd never faced criticism like this before.
Choi Yu-jin sounded just like a terrifying elementary school teacher from his childhood.
“A mistake? So trying to hug me was a mistake too? You should thank your lucky stars, Mr. Oh. If you'd actually grabbed me, I would've screamed bloody murder. Then what? You'd be dragged off to the police station as a caught-in-the-act sexual harasser for groping me and trying to force yourself on me. Be grateful my junior Ya-seong stopped you.”
“Th-that...”
Oh Jeong-hoon gaped at Choi Yu-jin and Han Ya-seong in turn, dumbfounded. Sexual harassment? Him? Oh Jeong-hoon? He couldn't accept it, scrambling for excuses or a comeback, but she pressed harder in a stern tone.
“What are you waiting for? Thank my junior right now. Or do you want to go to the station for real?”
“......”
Now Oh Jeong-hoon was even scared. Choi Yu-jin looked like a witch. The plain guy next to her? Her sleazy minion. He'd stepped in something bad. Scammers, had to be. What if they tried to shake him down for cash? They must've targeted him because he was famous.
“You guys are scammers, aren't you?”
That's the only explanation that made sense to Oh Jeong-hoon. Anything else, and this nightmare didn't add up. First time in his life facing something like this. Sexual harassment? He'd never even heard the word aimed at him. Yet here he was, the perfect perp. He couldn't admit it, couldn't accept it. He was trapped. So they looked like con artists—luring in celebrities, blackmailing them for a payout. Choi Yu-jin? A classic gold-digger. He couldn't let these lowlifes get him. Rallying his resolve, the fire returned to his eyes. The cornered animal was back.
“Scammers?”
Choi Yu-jin tilted her head, confused. She'd told him to apologize for the harassment, and he comes out with scam talk? She paused, unsure how to respond.
But Han Ya-seong got it instantly. He could see why Oh Jeong-hoon said that.
So that's his level.
Han Ya-seong realized Oh Jeong-hoon's true worth was pathetically low. Hidden behind those stunning looks was a spineless creep. And in this crisis, it was all spilling out.
To Han Ya-seong, Oh Jeong-hoon was straight-up reality-denying right now. Couldn't face that he'd groped her, so he flipped the script, blaming them instead. Like a rapist yelling at the victim, 'You came on to me first!' Same bullshit. Oh Jeong-hoon was trying to mental-win by calling his sexual harassment a scam, pinning it on Choi Yu-jin sunbae and him.
Seeing that, Han Ya-seong actually felt pity. What a shame—a hot kingka, but really just a pathetic loser.