Chapter 84
Chapter 84
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: Childhood Friend Becomes Aware of the Blonde Delinquent (3)
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I remembered my childhood. Eating chicken while watching soccer on the giant screen set up in the outdoor park.
I wanted to recreate that nostalgia after all this time.
—Aaaah! They let in a goal! Looks like a serious injury!
"Got the chicken."
Eating was allowed inside the stadium. The organizers' consideration for spectators to munch while watching. But no one was actually eating anything during the match.
Was it because of the intense excitement? Nope. Just plain social awkwardness.
In this packed space where the word "crowd" felt inadequate, who would dare order chicken? It took some serious thick skin to pull that off.
'I can do it, though.'
Even with people glancing over suspiciously, screw it. I was shameless. It was my money, my chicken—no need to mind their stares.
"...You're really gonna eat it?"
"Yeah, I bought it."
One person was minding the stares for me: Han-seol.
She'd started fidgeting the moment I mentioned getting chicken, hyper-aware of everyone's eyes. She'd been on edge like she might break out in hives, and now that the actual box was here, she couldn't sit still.
"It's not illegal or anything."
"...Were you always like this?"
"What can I do? I wanted it."
Han-seol watched my brazen attitude with a puzzled look.
I hadn't expected it myself. Timid old Juyeon-woo, chowing down on chicken here of all places...
'Guess the personality tweak only kicks in for sex-related stuff.'
Outside of moments where I had to follow the NTR manga's plot, I could act freely. More freedom of movement than I'd thought.
I bit into a freshly fried chicken leg. The crispy fried skin shattered, and the juices trapped inside burst out.
A flood. Oil overflowed in my mouth.
"Not eating?"
Chewing and tearing away, I offered the remaining leg to Han-seol. She was still sneaking peeks around.
Honestly, the stares weren't friendly. Everyone was glaring while swallowing hard.
'Is ordering chicken at the stadium such a crime?'
I didn't think so. Like I said, it wasn't illegal.
"Not eating? Fine, more for me—chicken leg."
Tender, juicy leg. I grabbed it quick with my oily fingers.
"Gotta eat it proper."
Channeling that one celebrity who went straight mouth-to-chicken...
But I couldn't. Han-seol grabbed my arm in a panic.
I chuckled and held out the leg.
"You eating it?"
She nodded and took it.
"I-I gotta eat too."
"What, cadets gunning for chicken endorsements already?"
"Eek, tsk tsk."
Ignoring the dirty looks, we tore into the chicken. Meanwhile, the second-year cadets' Hero Tournament rolled on.
From round of 32 to 16. The real competition was underway. Time flew as we watched, engrossed.
Bzzz—.
Every time my smartphone vibrated, I stood up without even checking. I knew what it was anyway.
"Gotta hit the bathroom."
I handed the chicken box to Han-seol and headed for the cadet waiting room. Geum Tae-yeon was waiting there, fresh off her match.
I satisfied her desires.
"See it?"
"...No."
"Where you guys sitting? Cadet section? Nice, reserved cheap for cadets."
She wouldn't buy whatever I said. She just smirked leisurely, knowing I was messing with her.
Geum Tae-yeon had me pinned from above.
"Come down every time a match ends. Got it?"
"Hngh..."
Geum Tae-yeon flicked her tongue over the tip. Sucking and nibbling like it was a toy—total chaos.
I came nicely in her mouth. Essential to act reluctant to the end, like I had no choice but to give in.
"With Han-seol?"
"......"
"What're you doing with Han-seol?"
Geum Tae-yeon kneaded my balls as she asked. Her grilling tone felt strangely off.
I shut my mouth. Turned my head away, signaling I didn't wanna say.
Geum Tae-yeon grinned.
"Oh yeah? Playing hard to get?"
Her chilling voice sent shivers down my spine. Not me—the body trembling on its own.
I didn't know what she was plotting, but the body was scared.
'I can see it coming.'
Classic NTR manga trope. After the protagonist gets close to the blonde delinquent, she messes with the heroine right in front of him...
My defiance would snowball straight to Han-seol. No plans to stop it.
Hell, I'd welcome it.
"Whatever. Back to your seat."
Geum Tae-yeon let me go. Leisurely, like she could torment me later.
The body shuddered in fear as I left the waiting room.
On my way back, I ran into Han-seol coming out of the women's bathroom.
"Oh? Juyeon-woo."
My body froze. Stiffened up like I'd been caught red-handed.
"...Bathroom? You go?"
"Y-yeah."
Men's room was right next to the women's. Totally different direction. Obvious I'd been somewhere else.
Han-seol tilted her head, puzzled by it.
I changed the subject before she could dwell. Glanced at the women's room and asked,
"Bathroom?"
"Yeah."
"Chicken?"
"Sorry, ate it all."
She scratched her head apologetically.
"Said you wouldn't, but once I got it, you scarfed it down."
"...Wasted if I left it."
"Chicken's best with soccer or baseball. Hero Tournament makes it even tastier. Right?"
"......"
No answer from Han-seol. Probably realized how ridiculous she looked.
Acting all self-conscious at first, then devouring it all once it was bought.
"Let's head up."
Topic switched successfully. Han-seol followed without suspicion.
Back in the stadium, the round of 16 was wrapping up. Short lunch break after.
Cadets recover wounds; crowds head out to eat.
Han-seol and I weren't starving after the chicken.
"Hit a café?"
"I'll get the coffee."
"Ooh."
Han-seol was catching on. Free chicken meant she buys coffee.
Give and take. Golden rule.
"Then I'll..."
We went to a nearby café. Ordered what I wanted. Skipped coffee for a sweet smoothie.
'Takes me back.'
Not this world—the real one. Where guy-girl relations were normal.
One friend saw me and said,
'Do guys drink smoothies or what, bullshit.'
Ridiculous reason.
'But now it's fine.'
My world had changed. Here, no one batted an eye at a guy with a smoothie.
Just a dude who liked sweets. That's all.
"Americano for me."
"Coffee's gross, right?"
"Girls drink Americano."
"......"
Here was a girl insisting on coffee for childish reasons.
Han-seol ordered iced Americano. Sipped the bitter, bland brew.
"Gross?"
"It's about the bitterness."
"Try my smoothie?"
"......"
Mine wasn't plain—it was plain yogurt smoothie. The kind that wrecked your veins with sweetness in one sip.
Han-seol eyed it hungrily. Craving the sweet stuff.
"One sip."
I held out the smoothie slyly. Her pupils shook wildly.
"Ahem! Since Juyeon-woo offered!"
"Don't want it? Fine. Mature Han-seol loves her coffee, right?"
"No. Gimme. Just one sip...!"
Han-seol latched onto my straw. Sluuuurp—sucked it down hard.
Drinking a ton.
'This damn girl!'
Orders bitter coffee, then pulls this?
I flicked her forehead hard. She wiped her mouth with a satisfied smile.
"Sweet's the best."
"...Ugh, why order coffee then."
"What now?"
"Drink it. Waste of money otherwise."
"...Tastes bad. Get you a smoothie?"
"You really do everything, huh."
I clucked my tongue and followed. Han-seol ended up ordering a sweet smoothie too.
Double the spend—impressive in its own way. I just chuckled wryly.
"Strawberry. One sip. Want it?"
"If you offer."
Reclaiming what was stolen. I sucked on her straw and demolished the smoothie.
Sluuuurp—!
"Good?"
Han-seol grinned at me. Like she didn't care how much I took—annoyingly smug.
"Best part's snagging a bite."
"Right?"
We headed back to the stadium for the rest of the matches.