Chapter 114

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 114

Chapter Title: Bomb in the Dorm

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Genesis Eleven's dorm. Two guys playing games in the living room turn around at the sound of the front door opening.

Riki stumbled in, drunk out of his mind. The leader looked like a total street punk—hardly trustworthy. It irked them even more knowing he wouldn't have bothered coming back to the dorm if it weren't for tomorrow's fan sign event.

"Ha...."

One of the two guys let out a dry, mocking laugh on reflex. The kind that really got under people's skin.

He was Basil, one of the group's unpopular members—a world apart from Riki, like heaven and earth. Even when a group of eleven blows up in fame, not every member rides the wave.

Basil had even featured in compilation videos like "The Sorrows of Unpopular Idols."

"Hey, why are you doing that?"

Harry, the other unpopular member who'd been gaming beside him, poked his side to signal caution. But Basil had no intention of bottling up his feelings.

"Man, the bomb crawled its way back into the dorm."

"...Bomb?"

Riki reacted to the word. He'd less "taken off" his shoes and more hurled them at the entryway.

"Who's the bomb?"

"You, dude. You."

It was a scene that would horrify any fan. The public image was of Genesis Eleven's members bound by unbreakable brotherhood.

"Me, a bomb? Haha, that's a riot. Who said that?"

"Who? Anyone who's ever met you thinks it."

Basil scowled deeply.

"You're going way too off the rails lately, aren't you?"

"What now? Fuck."

"That stalking article. You just got caught sneaking a girl in, paid off the reporters. Hey, you bastard. Not content with banging fans—you handle scandals like that? You even human?"

"Ha... Hahat, hahaha...."

Riki pressed a hand to his forehead, cackling away.

"Tsk tsk."

Even Harry, who'd been silently watching, stiffened up at Riki's tongue-clicking. Riki, spotting it, kept his arrogant smirk.

"Ugh, what do you number-filler leeches know? Burp."

He picked up after a foul belch.

"That bitch came onto me first. Bribed the reporter a bit, slipped her some cash too—and she begged to run the story. Fuck, the way she spread her legs for me. Should've known she was a total slut right off. Pussy so loose, no thrill in pounding it..."

"You fucking lost your mind!"

Basil grabbed Riki by the collar.

Even choked like that, Riki stayed cocky.

"What, wanna swing?"

"......"

"Do it, and if I get booted, what then? Girls won't flock to spread for you losers. No cash to hush scandals either. Go on, deck me. Perfect excuse—hate that damn fan sign tomorrow."

"......"

Teeth-grinding echoed from Basil and Harry.

Riki sneered at the sight.

"Punks. Can't sleep from fan sign hype—what do you know? You lack even the fuse to blow like me, the bomb."

"......"

"Freeloading off me? Least don't bite the hand. Right? Keep that attitude, and Genesis Eleven might turn Ten—or Nine—who knows."

The moment Basil balled his fist, Harry lunged and bear-hugged him from behind. Then flashed a shady glint in his eye.

"Hey, Leader."

"What now."

"Y'know that girl who always shows during our promos? Pretty enough for idol work. Blonde."

「Flinch!」

Harry licked his lips seeing Riki's booze-lidded eyes snap wide.

"You never touch her? Always brush her off slyly."

Riki, suddenly sober, replied dead serious.

"Crazy talk. Don't touch that one."

"Why? Figured she'd be first on your list. Huge leader stan."

Riki's face twitched nonstop. Harry pushed further—but Riki cracked up abruptly.

"That horny? Fuck her yourself, you prick."

"......What?"

"Just don't regret it."

Harry cocked his head. Huh?

"That bitch? Walking danger zone."

Harry tilted his head again, watching Riki slam his door like splintering it. If even that psycho warns like this... she must be bad news.

'What? Didn't peg her for that.'

Muttering inwardly, Harry patted Basil's back.

"Bedtime for us. Wake-up's 3 a.m."

"Agh, fuck."

"Chill. I get it. Asshole leader sucks. Worse? Girls love him most. What the hell do they see?"

Harry soothed Basil.

"Karma hits eventually. Long tail gets stepped on. Already 'bomb' labeled—countdown's on, maybe."

Basil cracked a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠grin.

"God, I hope. If God's real, no way that prick thrives. Never!"

God must be blind.

Oh Hana was up at 2 a.m., full battle armor: makeup locked in, outfit agonized over. Me? Scrolling news feeds behind her like mad.

Hunting any downfall dirt on that Riki prick. With his scumbag vibes, wouldn't shock if something blew up. Damn—all squeaky clean.

Figures. Companies bury scandals internally. Prime example: reporter bribes. Hell, if I were a journo, fat stack and I'd kill the story. Korea runs on cash.

Checked every community too—no terror threats or anything. Zilch. Meanwhile, Han Aebom—given up on sleep from Oh Hana's rustling—sidles up, eyes gleaming.

"Recommend Life Tips Gallery for real gems."

"...Thanks. I'll peek sometime."

Grateful, but doubt I'll bother.

'Divine smackdown!'

Fantasizing S-rank hunter me beaming holy light from skies, pillar-crushing Riki mid-fan sign.

Then full-makeup Oh Hana calls out.

"Oppa, let's head out."

"......"

Blown away. Makeup's divine craft confirmed. Barefaced beauty cranks to x10 full throttle. Irks knowing it's for Riki—but hey, I'm soaking it up now.

No subways running.

"Out at this hour?"

Han Aebom and Yoon Sua tilt heads. Fair.

But.

"Yep. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠This hour."

Me and Oh Hana—old hat at this—nod and bail from the studio apartment.

Damn. Freezing.

Spring's sun-warmed, sure—but dawn dips to 11°C. Bundled anticipating it, still bites. No unzipping the puffy now.

"Wow, oppa. It's the second time now. Second."

"Huh?"

"From here to Cheongdam Hemeshop alley. Feels super fateful, right?"

Her excited puff-breaths make me smirk too. Not a solo delusion.

"Run hard—no chill. How about a dash? Cool?"

"Okay. Cool."

One breath—we sprint straight to Cheongdam.

"Haa, haa......"

"......"

My +7 stamina? Huff-free routine. Oh Hana? Mild pant, otherwise solid.

Wonder why her endurance rocks? Beauty school's secret kung fu? Part-times sculpting her body? Nah—plenty grind jobs, yet they still stay wheezy.

"Damn, oppa. You're stamina's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠OP lately?"

"Duh... I've been doing daily ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠grinds."

"Ah. Checks out."

She nods. Quest buffs unscathed—that was a relief—but a weird vibe is clocking it as sex gains.

In the endgame: Stamina will be labeled just for banging.

'Fair play.'

Our romps? Constant, savage. Casual ones drain huge stamina—gym-tier burn.

Nothing to do daily? Gaps filled with sex. Sex is the sole suspect for my buffs.

'Pretty trippy.'

Trailing Oh Hana to February-scouted "Cheongdam Cheongdam Hemeshop." Back then? I was a nerd neck-deep in her—yet she greenlit creampies? Well it was foggy now. Ah, yeah—it was a post-help reward, her satisfaction clause.

'Time flew that fast?'

Being in the army drilled it: my past memory shrinks.

Hits pretty hard. The old nerd me to a multi-girl player? Unforeseen.

"Found it. It's unchanged."

Hm. Still creeps me hard?

'Virgin me? I was fine with even a yandere—any sky-dropped sex with a girl would be optimal.'

Now? My view on yandere is its far from optimal.

"Drank till dawn, huh? Use some hungover pills, till you crashed out. Sleep pretty cute even."

Never really acclimated with me.

On a flip side: her Riki fixation baffles me. Is it just wishful thingking on me, or maybe a glitch?

Her vibes? It's as if she's love's distant cousin.

"Today's menu?"

"For that, two burgers and chocolate milk. Post-booze binger is a staple."

I was vigilant.

Not the February manager—sweaty new guy, black bag, hands Riki grub: microwaved a conbini burgers duo, then gets Du Re Mong choc milks.

'Fuck. Chills!'

I reflexively rub my arms—goosebumps galore.