Chapter 131 - #Bridge Sickbed Visit
The first thing I prepared was, naturally, the outfit for Christmas.
"There's really a ton."
Maybe because it was Christmas season, but just searching for Santa girl events brought up an endless stream.
I scrolled down like I was picking out luxury brands, squinting my eyes in focus with a sigh of admiration.
"...It's ridiculous that I'm the one picking the event I'm supposed to receive, fuck."
I scratched my forehead in disbelief.
Anyway, that aside, I started narrowing down the Santa girl outfits.
"This one's good, this too."
I culled the selections further, minimizing the candidates.
I'd initially thought about ordering something with mesh, but shook my head.
"Wouldn't suit Soyul."
A blatantly sexy mesh Santa girl outfit might work for Woo Da-hee, but not for Maeng Soyul.
I filtered for something fluffy like cotton, not mesh like a bunny girl.
A one-piece dress like a red cape caught my eye.
Open-shoulder design that squeezed her breasts together nicely—a Santa girl outfit.
It came with a Santa hat as a set, complete with a cute little cotton ball dangling from the tip.
"......"
No matter how I looked at it, this seemed perfect for Maeng Soyul.
While browsing sites, I spotted black mesh lingerie.
"If she layers this underneath, it'd be fucking hot."
Though called underwear, the bra barely covered the undersides, leaving her nipples fully exposed. The panties were super thin, split open in the middle for instant access.
I pressed down hard on my twitching crotch to calm it, then placed the order right away.
"Why are these rags so damn expensive?"
I wasn't short on cash, but it still felt like a waste.
I made a mental note to squeeze a scenario out of Woo Da-hee later to recoup it.
"Now for the scenario..."
I rummaged through my written scenarios for something decent.
"Hmm... it's all about taking everything..."
Most were centered on the sisters—cheating in front of husbands or boyfriends, or behind their backs.
"No need for a full worldbuilding setup..."
Method acting wasn't necessary either.
As long as I built it up right without wasting points, ramping up immersion wouldn't be an issue.
"Because she likes me."
I scratched my cheek and doodled roughly.
The scenario was gradually taking shape.
Scratch scratch.
Somehow, as I wrote, it was turning into a vanilla rom-com.
"......"
I felt my depraved personality getting cleansed.
Just earlier on the bus, I'd been thinking like total trash.
"Nah, this is still trashy from the start."
Using powers to date wasn't exactly normal.
"Sigh, the story's too pure and wholesome."
The last scenario and the pension trip before that—after a few high-intensity rounds, this pure love stuff felt ridiculously tame.
I debated tweaking it, then her home popped into my mind.
"Eh, for a girl scraping by... might as well take her on a proper date this time."
Pretending to be generous, I finalized the scenario synopsis.
Maeng Soyul.
With Christmas just two weeks away, decorations were popping up on her bus ride to work.
Jingle bells~
Christmas songs occasionally drifted from the radio in the bus.
She'd never really celebrated much in her life.
She'd always been working during that time.
Even when they did, it was just low-key family stuff.
'This time...'
It'd probably be another ordinary day.
Amid those thoughts, Nam Siu's face floated into her mind.
If they ate together again, Christmas might be nice.
She imagined a Christmas date—something she'd never considered before.
Hiss.
Lost in fantasy, her stop arrived.
Stepping off the bus and heading to the studio, someone tapped her back.
"Excuse me!"
"...?"
Turning around, a stranger stood there—a guy clearly tense as hell.
"Do you have a boyfriend by any chance?"
"No."
"Phew... thank goodness. Heading to work now?"
"Yes."
She wondered why he was asking.
"Then, wanna grab dinner after work? I saw you on the bus and you're totally my type, so I got off to follow you."
He looked at her with hopeful eyes.
"No thanks."
Only one answer possible.
She cut him off sharply, but he tried desperately to cling on.
"Can't you give me just one chance?"
"...No."
Back in the day, such approaches made her think of family first.
Dating meant no savings.
But now, oddly, Nam Siu came to mind first.
"What if we meet once, and if you still don't like it, reject me then? I feel like I'll regret letting you go. I'm not usually this pushy..."
He was suited up, probably heading to work too.
Not a creep, she figured.
As she geared up to refuse again, a familiar face appeared far behind him.
"Yaaawn."
Nam Siu approaching with a lazy yawn, looking like the world was a hassle—suddenly she wanted to hide.
Didn't want him seeing this, so she blurted out urgently.
"No! I have to get to work quick!"
Her icy demeanor cracked, face changing dramatically as she spun and bolted.
"Ah..."
Left alone, he awkwardly watched her fleeing back.
Thud thud.
Nam Siu passed right by him.
"Hmm."
She's giving me side-eye. Maeng Soyul, sitting next to me.
She wants to say something, but I couldn't tell what.
If it was work, she'd ask straight up—but it wasn't.
"What's up?"
"Oh, nothing."
"...If you've got worries, spill. I'll listen."
"It's not that."
Her curt denial left me feeling awkward alone.
Would've been fine to drop it, but her unusual glances had me sweating.
Did I screw up? I replayed yesterday—solid sleep, normal commute.
"...Sniff sniff."
Smell? Freshly showered, clean clothes.
Just fabric softener.
"......"
"......"
Eye contact made her flinch and look away.
Normally she'd tilt her head with a 'so what?' glare, but her pupils were shaking.
"Sigh, what's with the shifty eyes?"
"...Did you see this morning?"
"...See what?"
"At the bus stop."
I thought back—no memory.
Morning haze from scenario planning; blank slate.
"Nah, what happened?"
"...!"
My cluelessness lit up her face.
"No, ugh, now you're making me more curious."
"Hee... nothing."
"...Huh? Why the grin?"
She glanced around, then whispered slyly.
"What're you doing for Christmas?"
"...Staying home."
With her, of course.
"Th-then, wanna eat with me? Just us..."
"Hmm."
This was basically her billboard-admitting she liked me.
I propped my chin, staring her down.
"Soyul~."
"Yes?"
"You like me, right?"
Her pupils dilated huge, then her face blanked into a cynical mask.
"Probably not."
Normally a firm cut-off, but ambiguous this time.
"Yeah? Whatever then."
I already knew her heart, so my casual brush-off shook her expression.
Hard to find someone this easy to read.
"Then let's grab dinner together on Christmas."
We'd eat anyway.
December, one week before Christmas.
"Okay, done."
Finally finished the scenario.
For once, I planned it like a meticulous date schedule—pure romance.
"If we're doing a dating scenario, go all in. Concept..."
Concept: newly dating couple.
"I rejected her a few times, but Soyul chased me till we dated..."
A few detailed tweaks, but no world changes.
Cheesy rom-com plot, but fitting for Christmas vibes.
I transcribed the outline into the book.
"Hate writing this shit every time."
Of all powers, it had to be a book—forcing me to suffer alone.
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