Chapter 98
Chapter 98
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: Damare, Chosenjin!
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“Hoo-ah.”
Steam billowed out thickly from the bathroom as I stepped out the door.
“How is it? Feel okay?”
“Yeah, super refreshing.”
After a shower and slipping into some of Tenshi-san’s larger-sized clothes, I finally looked a bit more human.
How sticky and gross had I felt on the way here?
“Man, the rain shows no sign of letting up.”
“Yeah.”
We stared blankly at the rain pouring down outside the window.
Somehow we’d made it to Tenshi-san’s place, but pushing through any more plans for today seemed impossible.
And thinking back to earlier… Ugh, my face was heating up just remembering.
What the hell had I tripped over this time?
My clothes had gotten totally filthy, so I had no choice but to rush over to Tenshi-san’s nearby house.
As I touched my flushed cheeks, lost in thoughts of what happened before, Tenshi-san, who’d been watching me, chuckled and said,
“It’s fine! It was cute!”
“…Just forget it.”
She’d laughed her ass off back then—I’d heard it all. No way I was buying that now.
Ugh, next time it rains, I’ll just stay put obediently.
“Anyway. Since we’re here, how about ordering some delivery?”
Suggesting it first at someone else’s house felt a bit off, but in this weather, wouldn’t Tenshi-san prefer delivery over going out?
“Yeah, sounds good!”
Luckily, she agreed right away. She even seemed a little excited?
“Suhyun, just relax on the sofa! I’ll order.”
Maybe Tenshi-san was the type who preferred lounging at home over going out.
VTubing in the first place was proof of that, right?
While she pulled out her phone and browsed the delivery app, I picked up the TV remote in front of the sofa.
“Wanna watch something while we eat?”
Just eating would be kinda boring, right? The TV was big—perfect for a movie.
“Sure! Pick something!”
Pick something, huh… What to choose?
I fiddled with the remote a bit, pondering, then opened the OTT site connected to the TV.
Come to think of it, I’d heard the content varies slightly by country. Wonder what Japan’s version is like?
I went in with some curiosity, but weirdly, it loaded the Korean version.
“Huh, this is the Korean version.”
“Oh, I always watch the Korean one! Helps with studying.”
Damn, she was seriously into Korea….
If she didn’t VTuber, she could run a Korea-hype NerTube channel and feed her family for generations.
That made it easy to decide what to watch.
No matter how good her Korean was, Tenshi-san had lived her whole life in Japan.
Watching foreign movies without subs would be tough—she’d be too busy translating to relax.
So, what was the sweet spot where both of us, from different countries, could chill with delivery food?
“How about this?”
I picked a Japanese romance movie.
With Korean subs, it’d be comfy for both—a Solomon-level genius choice that’d smack three or four faces.
“Ooh! Nice!”
Tenshi-san seemed into it, so I hit play right away.
Delivery would arrive midway, no biggie.
The movie started, and Tenshi-san finished ordering after some deliberation.
Around the midpoint, the food arrived. We ate while watching, picked a song for the year-end live, chatted about this and that, and before we knew it, it was time to head back.
Hmm… Should I go now? Nah, maybe just crash here?
Rain was still falling, I was getting drowsy, and anyway, my clothes were in her washer and dryer.
Mom and Dad usually bickered but got along fine—might be better without me around.
“Um, Tenshi-san.”
“Hm?”
“Can I sleep over tonight?”
“H-Huh? Sure!”
I asked the homeowner first, and she nodded enthusiastically.
Sweet, permission granted. I texted Mrs. Jang that I’d crash at a friend’s, and almost immediately got an “Okay.”
…Had kinda prepped an explanation for the situation, but instant approval threw me off. Not worried at all?
Anyway, with the green light, I was staying.
Tenshi-san’s place was worlds better than my old one-room, so space wasn’t an issue.
Futon on the floor or sharing the big bed in the master room—either worked.
Now that sleepover was settled, we had time to kill. We lounged around lazily until the rain outside suddenly stopped.
…It’d been pouring like it’d never end, but quit the same day. Kinda absurd.
As I blinked at that, Tenshi-san, noticing the break in the rain like me, made a suggestion.
“Suhyun! Rain’s stopped, and you’re crashing anyway—wanna grab drinks?”
“Drinks?”
“Yeah! There’s a great izakaya nearby!”
Ooh, local-recommended izakaya… Not big on booze, but damn, that hit different.
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
I borrowed an outer layer from Tenshi-san and headed out.
Nighttime streets in Japan were totally different from morning, especially this residential area with barely any tourists—people were countable on one hand.
Hm, this vibe’s nice.
The houses were pretty—walking these streets felt romantic.
Maybe it reminded me of anime scenes from memory, making it seem even better.
Anyway, just like she said, we reached the izakaya super close by.
Seemed popular enough—crowded inside, but luckily seats were open, so we sat right away.
“I’ll get karaage and my usual sake!”
“Cool.”
Total noob at this, so I left ordering to Tenshi-san.
While we chatted after ordering, the friendly owner brought the food quick—looked insanely good.
Not that long since delivery, but crispy karaage and sake? Saliva city.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
We clinked sake cups, downed them, then crunched into the karaage. Man, coming on this trip was worth it.
This why you befriend locals?
Eating like this at a local spot made me feel Japanese.
Should I learn Japanese now? So I can order solo next time.
I resolved to study for real, clinked with Tenshi-san, sipped sake steadily, and the buzz started hitting.
Did I go too fast? Tenshi-san was already drunk-ish—went from chatty to nodding off.
Thought about waking her to head home, but house was close, and we were here anyway, so I let her sleep and enjoyed the vibe solo with sake.
“Uh, um…”
Before I knew it, three guys behind us called out.
The decent-looking leader spoke, other two hanging back awkwardly. I clocked it instantly.
Hunting on day one of vacation, and now here too?
Hah, and Japanese this time?
Local spot, local hunters.
Couldn’t speak Japanese anyway, so I prepped to brush ’em off with gestures.
“…Hey, does she even speak Japanese?”
“Dunno, thought she did a bit.”
Whispers from the two behind the speaker—his buddies.
They were Korean?
Fucking hell.
Vacation to Japan, hit a local joint, and they won’t leave well enough alone.
Not like I couldn’t understand, but buzzed up—maybe that’s why?
They pissed me off deep down.
Coming all the way to Japan just to hunt chicks.
“Hm—hm?”
Then Tenshi-san, hearing them maybe, snapped awake from dozing.
Not that drunk after all? Or just tired.
Cheeks weren’t even that red.
“Um…”
She’d caught their Korean whispers, glanced at them, then me.
Probably figuring same Koreans, leave it to me.
Hm… What now.
Buzz killing clear thoughts.
“Issho ni… uh, what’s ‘join us’ in Japanese.”
“You idiot, I don’t know. Just say let’s drink sake.”
“If you don’t know, pull up a translator quick.”
Talking shit right in front of me…
Fuck it. Foreign country—might as well chase ’em off clean.
What to say to vent…
Ignored their chatter, brainstormed a line, and nailed a killer one to shut ’em up.
Well… not “good,” but it’d hit like a truck.
Wouldn’t say it sober, but buzzed hard—let it fly.
“Damare—! Chosenjin!”
Shouted it, and silence dropped.
Shouldn’t use it normally, but… I’m Korean, right?
Like Black folks tossing n-words around.
“Wha—huh?”
Heh.
From their side, probably felt different.
Not my problem?
Buzzed as hell—couldn’t tell.