Chapter 65 — What Did You Do to My Oppa?
Chapter 65 — What Did You Do to My Oppa?
Translation: GodTL
For a moment, Min-jun doubted his own ears.
'Lie down on the bed and rest for a bit?'
They had just met today, and it wasn't even a private meeting.
Not to mention, just moments ago, Min-jun had mentioned having a girlfriend during their conversation.
And yet, she was telling him to lie down on the bed and close his eyes for a while?
'...Is this what they call American open-mindedness?'
He briefly wondered if this might be normal in other cultures, but regardless, from Min-jun's perspective, this was an offer he absolutely should not accept.
"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."
So, to avoid making her feel awkward, Min-jun refused as casually as possible.
At the same time, he felt the urgent need to come up with a plausible excuse and get out of there.
Sure, he had been swept up in the moment when he first came out, and he had been curious about the fact that an SSS-rank Hunter had come all the way to meet him.
But now, his instincts were screaming at him.
If he stayed with this woman any longer, something was bound to happen.
So, he had to keep his wits about him.
After all, wasn't there a saying that even if you enter a tiger's den, you'll survive as long as you stay sharp?
"Uh, sorry, but I'll just go to the restroom for a moment."
"Of course."
The moment he stood up, Min-jun suddenly felt dizzy for some reason.
He realized his entire body was sending out danger signals.
First, I'll splash some water on my face in the restroom to clear my head.
And if my condition doesn't improve, I'll apologize and head home.
With unsteady steps, Min-jun searched for the restroom.
But perhaps due to the Curse Yuria had secretly placed on him, dulling his perception—
The door he opened didn't lead to the restroom.
It was a bedroom.
And not just any bedroom—one filled with Yuria's personal belongings.
Her luggage, clothes strewn about, and...
Even what appeared to be Yuria's embarrassingly skimpy lingerie.
"...!!!"
His mind was so foggy that it took him a beat too long to process the situation. He quickly tried to close the door and find the actual restroom—
But Yuria stopped him right then and there.
"L-Guild Master Lia. I was just looking for the restroom, but I—"
"Oh my, Mr. Min-jun. I told you, if you're sleepy, you can rest. I was just about to doze off myself—why don't we sleep together?"
With a suggestive tone, Yuria pressed her body against his.
"It's fine, really. Just lie down and take a nap. Get some proper rest, and then we can have dinner together and finish our conversation. How does that sound?"
Until now, Min-jun hadn't been entirely sure—but this confirmed it.
She was blatantly coming onto him.
'Why is she doing this to me?'
Her actions left Min-jun utterly bewildered.
He had once seen a tabloid rumor about her complicated love life, but he had dismissed it as baseless gossip.
No—even if it were true...
Just minutes ago, he had openly stated that he had a girlfriend. And from his perspective, there was no reason for this woman to be flirting with him.
But right now, he didn't have the luxury to dwell on why Yuria was acting this way.
Because her soft skin was pressing against him.
"W-What are you doing?"
Under normal circumstances, he would've pushed her away firmly—his voice sharp and resolute.
But thanks to the Curse Yuria had cast on him, Min-jun couldn't muster the strength to shove her off like he normally would.
'Why am I like this?'
Something was wrong.
Thoughts he would never have entertained under normal circumstances—impure, forbidden imaginings—began to bloom in his mind.
Like the fantasy of rolling around in bed with a woman who wasn't Sia.
Noticing the wavering in Min-jun's eyes, Yuria pressed closer and whispered,
"What's wrong? Guilty conscience? Afraid your girlfriend will find out?"
"How could I possibly... sleep in the same bed as another woman when I have a girlfriend...?"
"Oh? You're more of a romantic than I thought. Well, in some countries, it's normal for a man to have multiple wives. But those are just hollow customs. Why don't you drop the 'romantic boyfriend' act and be honest with yourself?"
It was an argument not even worth refuting, yet Min-jun's mind had gone completely blank.
Why, in this mortifying situation, couldn't he just get up and leave?
"And anyway, your girlfriend will never, ever find out what happened here today."
A sweet whisper.
Because of the Curse she had secretly woven over this space, any ordinary man would have already succumbed to Yuria's temptations by now, crossing a river of no return.
But Min-jun was different.
Though his hands trembled and his mind reeled under the Curse's effects, he still clung to the barest shred of reason.
Meanwhile.
Yuria, too, found herself bewildered.
'Even after all this, why won't he break?'
She couldn't help but feel puzzled.
The Curse had taken hold perfectly, and she had repeatedly stoked his primal instincts—by her calculations, Min-jun should have already fallen by now.
Yet, seeing him still resisting, she couldn't help but be perplexed.
'Well, prey like this makes the hunt more fun.'
While easily conquering men was entertaining, what was truly thrilling was breaking one who seemed unbreakable.
Smiling, she slightly intensified the Curse she had cast over the space.
At the same time, she began slowly undoing the buttons of her top, intent on further unraveling Min-jun's rationality.
However—
"I... I should go. Let's just pretend today never happened."
Despite her last-ditch efforts, it still didn't work on him.
It wasn't that the Curse was flawed.
In fact, when Yuria increased its potency, Min-jun's mind grew hazy, as if he had been drugged.
Yet, gritting his teeth, he endured the temptation.
'How?'
Meanwhile, Yuria, seeing things still not going her way, felt her pride begin to crack.
'Why? Why won't he give in?'
It defied her understanding.
The interest she had felt toward Min-jun was slowly turning into irritation.
'Fine. Let's see how far you can go.'
Her gaze shifted.
If she let him walk away now, her pride would be wounded—so she resolved to settle this here and now.
Just as she reached out to seize Min-jun's wrist, intending to amplify the Curse further—
A flash of light burst forth, and a third figure, neither Min-jun nor Yuria, appeared between them.
That third figure was none other than Rokan.
"L-Lord Rokan?!"
Startled by his sudden, unannounced appearance, Min-jun's voice involuntarily rose.
At the same time, a chill ran down his spine.
The bed, the scattered lingerie on the floor, a woman in scandalous attire, and the sight of his granddaughter's fiancé—
To an outsider unaware of the circumstances, it would look exactly like Min-jun was cheating.
Or at the very least, like he was on the verge of it.
So Min-jun fully expected Rokan to roar at him in fury.
But—
"Min-jun, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Contrary to his fears, Rokan was actually worried about him.
Stunned by the unexpected reaction, Min-jun could only gape.
"L-Lord Rokan, this—I mean—"
"I know. That you're innocent. So don't worry. Go home and rest."
Rokan's voice was eerily calm.
Yet, that very calmness sent shivers down Min-jun's spine.
Taking Min-jun's trembling hand reassuringly, Rokan then turned his gaze toward Yuria, whose face had gone deathly pale.
"I have business with that woman."
With that, Rokan Teleported Min-jun back home.
Then—
"Yuria."
Rokan called her name in an icy tone, slowly advancing.
Just moments before his arrival, Yuria had been brimming with confidence, as if the world moved at her whim—but now, she staggered backward as if she had seen a ghost.
So fixated had she been on seducing Min-jun and ruining his relationship with Sia that she hadn't even considered the possibility of Rokan catching her.
Even Yuria herself had to admit it was an absurd mistake.
"I knew you held a grudge against my granddaughter because of what happened back then. That much I understand. However—"
With each deliberate step Rokan took, he unleashed Dragon Fear so intense that even Yuria, a Dragon herself, found it hard to breathe.
Though they were both Dragons, the Dragon Fear emitted by an Ancient Dragon who had truly steeled his resolve was on an entirely different level.
"You were planning to cross the line with your twisted little games."
"Th-that's not it, Rokan. I was just trying to help Sia make a proper Dragon's choice—"
Yuria's voice trembled.
The moment Rokan had returned from overseeing the dungeon's repairs and read Min-jun's message, he had instantly known—
Yuria had intended to lay her hands on Min-jun.
Had it been any ordinary human man she was toying with, Rokan wouldn't have cared in the slightest.
But the human Yuria had tried to seduce was none other than the beloved partner of the granddaughter Rokan cherished above all else.
"Yuria."
Rokan seized her by the collar.
"Let's see if you can repeat those words to our Sia's face."
Still gripping her, he dragged her toward his lair, where Sia was staying.
Rokan's Lair.
Sia lay on her bed, idly fiddling with her phone.
Should I call Min-jun? Or not?
Maybe I should at least send him a text... or maybe I shouldn't.
She still hadn't shaken off the memories of that day.
She knew that eventually, she would brush it off and move on.
Over her two thousand five hundred years of life, she had accumulated countless terrible memories she thought she'd never forget—yet in the end, she had always managed to rise above them.
She just needed time. Sooner or later, she would overcome this too.
But...
It didn't feel like that time had come yet.
'I should get over it quickly...'
If this trauma lingered for years, Min-jun—who would undoubtedly stay by her side—would suffer greatly because of it.
A few years were nothing more than a fleeting moment to a Dragon, but for a human like Min-jun, it was a different story.
Knowing this, Sia felt even more pressure to break free from the grip of that nightmare as soon as possible.
"What should I do...?"
No matter how hard she tried to muster her courage, she couldn't bring herself to make a cheerful phone call.
As she agonized alone, she decided to try a method she had used in the past—writing in her diary.
Perhaps by organizing her thoughts and recounting the happy memories she had shared with Min-jun, the knot in her heart might loosen, even just a little.
After rummaging through a drawer for a notebook and pen, she sat at the desk, ready to begin.
Just as she was pondering how to start her entry—
Rokan returned to the lair.
"Grandfather?"
She was about to greet him warmly, asking if he had returned safely—
When she realized he wasn't alone.
The woman standing beside Rokan.
Upon closer inspection, it was none other than the Black Dragon, Yuria.
Sia recognized her.
She had seen that face once before—during the nightmarish gathering of Dragons.
'Why is she here...?'
She was one of the Dragons who disapproved of Sia's relationship with Min-jun, rumored to have a messy history with men.
But beyond that, Sia knew nothing else about her, nor had they met since that day.
What business did she have coming here now?
With a puzzled expression, Sia glanced between Rokan and Yuria.
Yet, upon closer observation, Yuria's face was deathly pale with fear, and Rokan—unlike his usual self—was filled with unmistakable fury.
As Sia stood there bewildered—
Rokan fixed Yuria with a glare and spoke.
"Yuria. Tell Sia yourself, with your own mouth, what you did to Min-jun."
"......"
Yuria's face twisted.
She was already furious that the Former Dragon Lord had rushed over to scold her over a mere human, and now she had to explain herself in front of that insane Dragon, Sia? It was beyond humiliating.
Biting her lip, Yuria lowered her head deeply.
"If you won't speak, then I will."
"......"
Yuria remained stubbornly silent, and unable to wait any longer, Rokan explained to Sia what had transpired between Yuria and Min-jun.
"Yuria tried to lay her hands on Min-jun."
The moment she heard Rokan's words, Sia didn't hesitate—she struck Yuria across the face.