Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: QUNS-178 (1) [Ahn Soo-ah]
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The day after deciding on the next title.
I woke up in the morning to find a text from a familiar number.
[Min-hyuk-ah. How have you been? It's your Aunt Soo-jung.]
Park Soo-jung was one of the aunts I was close to as a kid.
She'd been like family until my parents passed away in that accident.
But then her family went through all sorts of chaos—divorce and whatnot—and contact just fizzled out at some point.
Now, out of the blue, I was hearing from her again.
And it wasn't like I had much choice in the matter.
The lead actress for the next project was her daughter, Ahn Soo-ah.
"...Hmm. Soo-ah's already an adult, huh?"
In my memories, Soo-ah was still a kindergartener.
Of course, that was ages ago, so she'd grown up plenty in the meantime.
But she was still just that adorable little kid in my mind.
"Feels kinda like I'm committing a sin here."
Not enough guilt to call off the shoot, though.
It just felt a bit awkward seducing and corrupting someone I knew.
Mixing a touch of anticipation and worry, I replied to my aunt.
[Auntie? It's been forever. Can you talk now?]
The moment I hit send, my phone rang.
—Oh my. Min-hyuk-ah. It's really been too long.
"How've you been? Your voice is as loud as ever, Auntie."
—Hoho. Sorry I haven't kept in touch. You know how messy things got at our house a few years back, right? Felt awkward reaching out.
"Yeah, I get it. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable either. Everything sorted out okay?"
—Phew. 'Sorted' might be a stretch. We ended up divorcing. Soo-ah's all grown up now, and I just couldn't stand looking at that bastard's face anymore.
"...I see. Anyway, no need to chat over the phone—let's meet up today. I'll grab some meat. Whip up a meal for your nephew?"
—Oh? You serious? Come around lunchtime then. Got a ton to catch up on. Let's see your face.
"Sure. I'll text when I'm heading out. Oh, and how's Soo-ah doing?"
—Huh? You still remember Soo-ah?
"Of course. I used to play at your place all the time. She's practically my little sister."
—Hoho. She's doing fine. But she's been cooped up at home too much lately—worries me. Doesn't even go out, let alone date. Afraid she'll turn into a total homebody.
"Really? She's twenty this year, right? College going okay?"
—Don't get me started. She flat-out refuses—locks herself in. Wonder who she got that stubborn streak from. Probably the divorce. House was such a mess, couldn't focus on studies.
"...Aw. Well, college isn't everything these days anyway. Don't stress too much."
—Yeah, so I'm thinking of teaching her baking. Hand over my patisserie—she'll scrape by. Doesn't seem interested in academics.
"Kinda sad. Soo-ah was always so sharp and smart."
—Save the chit-chat for drinks. Shop's closed today, so grab some booze on your way.
"Got it. I'll swing by with a nice bottle of wine."
I wrapped up the call and got ready to head out.
First face-to-face in ages—had to look sharp.
Thanks to Choi A-ran, I was getting pretty good at dressing up these days.
"Mm. Not bad. Nice and casual."
Once dressed, I double-checked my essentials.
Mannequin was a must, Opera Mask too.
Tossed in various juices and growth accelerators, packing the bag tight.
It felt heavy by the end.
"Whoa. Rewards are piling up. Feels good."
Never burned with this much passion in my life.
Like I'd found my true calling—every day was pure joy.
Prep done, I hit the nearby mart for hanwoo sirloin and a bottle of wine.
I'd asked Auntie casually to make a meal.
But really, I planned to score points with my cooking.
A guy who cooks well wins anywhere in the world.
"Yeah. Gotta make Soo-ah a steak."
Grabbed con cheese and rosé pasta ingredients too—girl magnets.
A bit pricey, but no regrets for Auntie's family.
Shopping done, lunchtime approached.
I left a tad early.
"Auntie, I'm shopping and heading to your place now."
—Already? I'm out running errands.
"Perfect. I'll handle the cooking."
—You? Can you even cook?
"Haha, don't underestimate me. Years of solo living. Leave it to me."
—Hmm. Alright, I'll trust you. Door lock code's 7879. Fridge has what you need.
"She won't freak if I let myself in?"
—Nah, that girl's sleeping now. Stays up all night gaming.
"Gotcha. Take your time. Lots to prep."
—For real? Never thought I'd eat a meal cooked by you. Be back in 30.
Auntie hung up humming excitedly.
My heart raced now that it'd just be us two.
"Nice. Alone time it is."
Wonder how slutty our Soo-ah's grown.
The car sped toward Auntie's place.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A mid-range apartment on the outskirts of Seoul.
Standing at 307's door, tension hit.
I punched in the code Auntie gave.
—Beep beep beep beep! Click!
The front door swung open to a tidy home.
Not as luxe as Choi A-ran's or Han Sa-rang's, but neat and homey.
Hands full with bags and groceries, I stepped inside.
Suddenly, a voice from the living room sofa.
"...Mm. Mom. I'm hungry."
A girl sat up, rubbing sleepy eyes.
Pinkish hair, pink pajamas.
A delicate, storybook-like girl stared at me.
Napping on the sofa, she was barely dressed.
Our eyes met in the air—brief silence.
Then her pupils dilated wide.
"...Wh-who are you?"
Terror and confusion in her gaze.
I waved frantically before she could scream.
"Soo-ah, it's Min-hyuk oppa. Remember? We played together as kids."
Too young back then—she didn't recall my name right away.
More embarrassed by her pajamas, she ducked behind the sofa.
Peeking out with just her eyes.
"...You know my mom?"
She really didn't remember.
A wry smile escaped—kinda hurt.
"Remember Aunt Mi-jeong? Close with your mom. She passed in an accident a few years back."
"...So?"
"That was my mom."
Ahn Soo-ah's face twisted in confusion.
Then something clicked—her eyes flickered.
"...W-wait, then? Taekwondo? You're Taekwondo Oppa?"
"Taekwondo? Oh yeah. I was really into it back then."
Right—she called me that.
Showed her a few kicks, she'd giggle like crazy.
"Haha. You do remember."
But it was ancient history.
A hint of gladness, but no more.
"...Oh. Yeah. So, uh, why're you here?"
No warmth.
Distant tone, polite speech.
Awkward vibes now.
"Just catching up with Auntie over a meal. She took good care of me as a kid."
"...Really?"
"Yeah. Brought sides and stuff. Eat with us, Soo-ah. Or I can make yours separate if you're uncomfortable."
Not the bubbly kid from before.
Forcing closeness would just tank my likeability.
Good thing—she wasn't rude, just nerdy and introverted.
She hid her discomfort, shaking her head.
"...N-no, it's fine. No need."
"Phew. Was worried you'd hate a surprise visit."
"...N-not that. Gimme a sec to change. Sit on the sofa."
"Sure. Take your time."
She dashed to her room, locking the door.
Family drama twisted her personality a bit.
But aside from being shy, no big issues.
While she changed, I pulled up the Partner Management Console to check her feelings.
Worried I'd left a bad impression.
Her room was pink overload, her bustling around.
At least saw me as a guy—doing makeup, picking cute clothes.
💭 INNER THOUGHTS 💭 [Ugh. What the hell is this bolt from the blue?] [Mom should've warned me.] [Hope he didn't see the eye boogers.] [Why'd he have to come while I was sleeping?] [Sigh. Total hikikomori disaster now.] She sighed nonstop, slipping into white shorts and a cute knit cardigan.
Brushed her bangs, then struck a lewd pose in the mirror.
Snapped a pic with her phone.
💭 INNER THOUGHTS 💭 [Perfect. Time for today's daily pic.] [Membership peeps keep whining about no pics.] [Thighs look good—should satisfy 'em.] She logged into FanHub, a site for adult content sales.
Zooming in on her tablet, her channel was 'Pink_Pxssy'.
I tracked it immediately.
Impressive—100k subscribers.
[Hello~♥︎ Puppies~♥︎]
Community feed updated with her fresh pic: face heart-blocked, pink hair cascading.
Channel name screamed pink obsession.
Checked her videos next.
Too bad—membership only.
Pricing: Basic $19.99/mo, Platinum $39.99, Premium $69.99.
About 25k, 55k, 95k won.
"...Damn. That's steep."
Even big OTT services are 20k won.
This crossed the line.
But comments were all premium badges.
They called her "Pinkie."
Curiosity won—I subscribed premium.
100k gone, fees included.
Her secret feed unlocked.
Screen flooded with flesh tones.
"...Oh yeah."
Worth every penny—top quality.