Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: GAL-174 (3)
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Park Chae-rin kept pacing back and forth in front of the door.
Her ears perked up as she strained to listen to the sounds from inside.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 Whoa, this fucker was really jerking off? Forgot to close it in his rush to come out? Hmm. He said it takes about ten minutes to shower? Good. Let's slip in quick and check. If I catch something I can use against him, I can flip the tables and blackmail him instead. She crept into my room like a thieving stray cat.
And came face-to-face with the porn blatantly playing on my PC.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 Fuck, it's real. Disgusting bastard. What the hell kind of shitty porn is this? She moved the mouse to check the filename.
The title of the video was Delinquent Girl's Reward Sex.
It was a trap I'd deliberately set in case she peeked.
Park Chae-rin let out a disbelieving chuckle at the sight.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 ... Crazy fuck. Delinquent Girl's Reward Sex? No way he was jerking off imagining me, right? Wearing a deeply displeased expression, she checked out the other videos.
Since the folder was full of nothing but delinquent girl tags, the titles were all predictably similar.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 ... Delinquent Girl Pregnancy Mix. Begged a Delinquent Girl to Let Me Cum. Cohabiting with a Delinquent Girl? Fuck. He's a total psycho. Went insane because he couldn't fuck a delinquent girl. And yet, Park Chae-rin's cheeks were flushing pink.
Before long, a truly depraved and vulgar idea crossed her mind.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 ... Hmm. No, actually, isn't this good news? Worst case, instead of settlement money, I could just pay with my body. If he's obsessed with delinquent girls, he wouldn't say no. I'm broke these days anyway. Just let him fuck me a few times and call it even? His looks aren't half bad, at least. But she startled herself with the thought and hurriedly shook her head.
No matter what, settling with her body was something her pride wouldn't allow.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 ... Fuck. What the hell am I even thinking? I'm losing it. Snap out of it, Park Chae-rin. You're not that desperate. No evidence or anything yet. No need to freak out. Just talk it out first and pretend to apologize appropriately. Her internal struggle was utterly adorable.
At that point, I turned off the shower as my signal to emerge.
Hearing me, Park Chae-rin hurriedly tidied up the room.
She then strolled out to the living room, pretending like nothing had happened.
Confirming this, I slowly stepped out of the bathroom.
I'd deliberately skipped putting on a shirt.
"...Oh. You're already here. Why are you sitting in the living room?"
When I emerged without a shirt, Park Chae-rin flinched in surprise and quickly averted her gaze.
I ignored her and casually started drying my hair.
She glanced at me a few times before grilling me in an irritated tone.
"...Can't you put on some clothes? We have a guest."
Of course, her jab didn't land at all.
Instead, I grinned and approached her.
I wasn't about to lose a petty battle of wills like that.
"What's the big deal about being shirtless? Back in the day, you even yanked off my pants."
"......"
"Oh, right. You said you don't remember? Victims have it easy, huh? 'That never happened. I don't remember. Never mind.' Just deny it vaguely and done."
"......"
"Why glare like that? Did I say something wrong? If it pisses you off, then leave. Wouldn't want to disappoint you, sis."
"......"
She was struck dumb by my counterattack.
Of course, she wasn't scared or intimidated.
She was just enduring the humiliation, biding her time for an opening.
Checking her emotions on the tablet, sure enough, they were flooded with curses.
🧠 INNER THOUGHTS 🧠 ... This fucking rude asshole. If it weren't for my TV schedule, I wouldn't have to put up with this bullshit. Argh, so annoying. Stuck dealing with a total nutjob. She gnawed at her lip with a fierce expression.
I flashed her a smile.
"You'll burn a hole through me like that. Stop glaring and go make the tteokbokki. I'm hungry."
She shot me one last glare, let out a heavy sigh, and finally headed to the kitchen.
She started prepping the takeout tteokbokki with annoyed clatters.
The fierce Park Chae-rin meekly following my orders...
A surge of conquest washed over me, drawing out an involuntary grin.
"Oh, sis. There's ramen on the shelf up there? Boil some up too. I eat a lot."
A faint curse drifted from the kitchen.
"...Bullshit."
"Pardon? What was that?"
"...Nothing. I'll boil it."
She'd switched to casual speech before I knew it, but I didn't mind.
If anything, it turned me on more.
By the time I'd finished drying my hair,
a savory aroma began wafting from the kitchen.
She'd even added eggs, making the instant ramen look surprisingly decent.
"Wow, you can actually make ramen pretty well."
"...Just eat it."
"Haha, so cold."
I dove into the tteokbokki and ramen she'd prepared, scarfing it down.
Park Chae-rin nibbled at a few fish cake pieces but had no appetite, content to just watch me eat.
As the silence dragged on, I finally broke it.
"Sis, you didn't really come here to deliver tteok, did you? What you said at the trash room earlier... You're here because you're worried about that. Afraid I'll spill everything."
—Slurp!
I struck without warning while eating my ramen, and her chopsticks froze mid-air.
I locked eyes with her briefly before speaking again.
"I know about your dance team, sis. They're competing next month. On a major terrestrial broadcast show, super famous one."
"......"
"That's why you're here, right? To shut me up. Can't have any scandals right now. Am I wrong?"
"......"
She seemed to grasp my intent and stayed silent for a while.
But her troubled expression gave it all away.
I couldn't help but snicker.
"It's written all over your face. Time to get honest. We both know what we want, then we can settle. I don't really want to air out my painful past either."
Park Chae-rin parted her lips slightly.
"...I don't know what I did to you. But if you want, I'll apologize. Just please keep it secret."
"Haha. Apologize when you don't even know what you did?"
"...Then what do you want? Tell me straight. You said let's be honest."
Aware she was at a disadvantage, she grumbled but was proactive about settling.
I gave her the standard response first.
"I still feel massive shame thinking about that day. You need to make proper amends for that."
"...Amends? You mean settlement money?"
"Who knows. What I want is a sincere apology. If money shows your sincerity, that works too."
But Park Chae-rin bit her lip and shook her head.
"...No money. I'd give it if I had any, but I'm broke. Seriously, just scraps left."
She even pulled up her mobile banking to prove her dire straits.
She'd shelled out thousands recently in settlements, leaving barely enough living expenses in her account.
"Sigh. It's so pitiful, I'd feel bad taking it."
"...Hah. Who are you mocking right now?"
"Anyway, no money? Show sincerity some other way. I'm not forgiving you with empty words."
Now she was getting offended too, furrowing her brows sharply as she shot back.
"...Wait. More importantly, tell me what I did. Did I really bully you? Got any proof?"
Of course, I had zero evidence.
Just the faded memories of that day.
But that was plenty.
What mattered wasn't her guilty verdict—it was tarnishing her image.
"The tears I shed that day are proof enough. If you don't apologize, sis, I'll head straight to a lawyer on your TV debut day. And I'll make sure it goes public somehow."
Park Chae-rin sighed deeply again.
"...So tell me what I did. I can't apologize without knowing."
At that point, I decided to reveal part of the truth.
I slurped down a big mouthful of ramen broth, then recounted her sins in detail.
"That day, you pulled down my pants, groped my dick, and forced me to cum. Then you threatened to kill me if I told anyone. I was only fourteen. Fresh out of elementary school. Imagine how humiliating and terrifying that was for a kid like me. I'm shaking just talking about it. Truly horrific memory."
But Park Chae-rin, who'd been listening quietly, suddenly sharpened her gaze and pressed me.
Her tone was cautious, laced with subtle insinuation.
"Someone who claims it was so traumatic... Why watch stuff like Delinquent Girl's Reward Sex? Your whole porn folder was nothing but delinquent girls. Was it really that traumatic?"
"...Huh? How did you...? Did you go into my room?"
I deliberately stammered, feigning shock.
She smirked and pressed harder.
"Don't change the subject. Truth is, you enjoyed it that day too, didn't you? That's why you only watch that kind of porn. You want to fuck a delinquent girl once."
She crossed her legs coquettishly and kept pushing me.
"Yeah, that's it. Even this blackmail is just an excuse to try it out. Under the guise of a settlement, you wanna fuck me. All that 'show sincerity' talk was code for it, right?"
Soon, Park Chae-rin grinned arrogantly, convinced she'd seized the advantage.
Of course, she had no idea I'd orchestrated the whole situation.
Smiling to myself, I began playing along with her tune.