Chapter 162
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 162
Chapter Title: Forum Counterattack
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“These guys are totally fucking insane!”
Oh Hanam was definitely one of those lunatics, but to be blunt, what really pissed us off were the assholes stirring up shit and spreading lies in the community forums.
Oh Hanam was a obvious psychopath—no question—and our natural predator, to boot. But he was tricky to straight-up curse out in public. Honestly, that made it even more infuriating...
“Whoa, look at this prick’s writing style.”
On the flip side, twisting lies into facts or hiding behind anonymity to spew garbage? That was straight-up disgusting.
We could vent freely and curse them out to our hearts’ content.
“Unbelievable.”
Tap tap!
Oh Hana’s pretty-nailed finger roughly scraped across her smartphone screen. With each swipe, more fabricated bullshit and backstabbing gossip about me scrolled up.
“That’s enough. You’ll crack the screen.”
I’d already cooled off a bit.
Kneading Oh Hana’s breasts, the mere fact that such a gorgeous girlfriend was raging on my behalf melted away my anger like snowflakes.
But apparently not for her.
“Worse than that pathetic Oh Hanam.”
That was the harshest insult in her book.
“Cowards who couldn’t say shit to your face. Fucking losers. I can’t just sit here. I’ll tag along and help out for a bit. I’ve worked convenience store shifts before.”
“What?”
I was mildly shocked but instinctively pictured it: Oh Hana and me side by side at the counter, working together.
‘Oppa, could you bag this in plastic?’
‘Yeah, sure.’
Sounds nice. Kinda couple-y.
With her around, time would fly, the hard parts would fade fast. And if things got slow, we could sneak some naughty fun in the CCTV blind spots...
“No way.”
Lost in the pleasant fantasy, I shook my head while groping her breasts even harder.
“Eek! Why... not?”
“You’ve got your own job. I’m not crazy enough to make you pull a double shamelessly.”
“I’ve got the... ”
I squeezed her breasts to cut her off.
“Everyone knows you’re fit. Doesn’t matter. It’s exhausting. Café shifts from morning to evening, then straight to the store after? You nuts? It’d bother me more.”
“It’s just a few days. I can handle it.”
I smirked at her stubbornness. She’d have given up on anything else by now, but this was for me. Made me grateful.
I pecked her naturally and added,
“What if Oh Hanam shows up?”
Flinch!
“Ugh, bringing up that bastard is a cheap shot.”
She puffed her cheeks and snuggled into me.
I stroked her hair and continued.
“Plus, those shit-talkers are already spewing crap. Imagine the toxic posts if they saw us being all lovey-dovey at work.”
“What else? Obvious stuff. Dirty talk about me. Calling me a whore, saying I’ll get knocked up soon, how a pretty girl like me’s stuck as your personal fuckhole, why not share her once... etc.”
“Fuck. Pisses me off just hearing you say it. Where’d you even pick up shit like that?”
“Female idols get swarmed with that crap over tiny scandals.”
Oh, right.
She might not know much else, but she knew idol forums inside out.
Figures people dive deep into their niche communities. That Focus Page post count alone...
Anyway, saying that to girl idols? And with minors in the mix these days? Insane.
“Honestly, it doesn’t faze me. It’s not wrong, after all.”
She hugged me tight, rubbing her body against my dick. She smiled prettily as it twitched and hardened.
“Just ignore ’em. Like I said, they’re gutless in person. I’ve seen too many types like that.”
Made sense for her.
Her sister mentioned it, but beauty school wasn’t a cakewalk. Even if she joined purely dreaming of hair design, thriving there meant she was no pushover.
Plus, starting work young had made her more mature.
Hmm.
If high school me ran into alleyway-gum-chewing Oh Hana, I’d have slunk past without looking up.
Thinking that made our current setup feel surreal—and thrilling.
The girl I’d never have dared glance at was my real fucktoy.
“Even ignoring it, just imagining those pricks writing that shit about you boils my blood. So no need to help that much. Just spread your pussy.”
“Fine, fine. If Oppa insists.”
She grinned and braced against the wall, spreading her legs.
“Smoking and fucking after so long?”
That line got me rock-hard. I creampied her twice right there before heading up to the studio with her.
“Cigarette smell... What happened?”
These past few days, she’d been taking walks to clear her head—and her expression had brightened noticeably. Han Aebom pierced right through it.
Damn, she’s sharp like a dog.
...I was about to brush it off when Oh Hana, fresh off the creampie and heading to the bathroom, ratted me out while fuming.
“If you gloss over stuff like this, I’ll be pissed later. I spilled for you! Good job! Hana’s off to wash up for work!”
“......”
Couldn’t argue; she wasn’t wrong.
Wait, doesn’t that make Oh Hana kinda like Oh Hanam?
Real siblings after all.
Blood’s thicker than water, huh.
My little sis was so sharp too—people couldn’t tell we were siblings at first, but after a bit together, it clicked.
“I see. Oh Hanam really is pathetic in moments like this.”
“How so? His bullying style? It’s kinda...
“Inefficient. It’s barely bullying at our age. Not kid stuff.”
“......”
See?
Can’t fool blood! Han Aebom was pure Hanban Group stock. A spitting image of Han Serong.
“With worse losers everywhere, that’s how he’s vice president. Hyunwoo-ssi, follow me.”
“Yes...”
Her words sometimes splashed damage on me too.
Probably ’cause I dipped into that “pathetic human” category. Right now, I was struggling to climb out.
“Focus Page, right?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
Peeking over curiously, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
[ID: doqha0242]
[PW: ************]
The old eagle-claw typer was gone. Now a pro hitting 500+ WPM stared back.
“Y-your typing’s gotten so fast.”
“I’ve been posting nonstop.”
Her “posts” included way more than novels. Her profile screamed it.
[Named: Fact Basher]
[Trust Level: 99%]
[Posts/Replies: Private]
“...Named?”
“Don’t sweat it.”
“O-okay...”
It bugged me, but I looked away.
Instinct screamed not to dig deeper.
Meanwhile, Han Aebom flawlessly set keywords and unearthed posts trashing me.
Then, her one-vs-100 impossible war began.
Kim Hyunwoo’s rude as ever today. Wanna kill him.
How exactly was he rude? I’ve shopped there often, even late nights. Never rude once.
Rude is rude. Got anything else? Why pick a fight? You his alt?
You need to specify how. “Rude” alone? No proof. I shopped there, loved his friendliness. This slander pisses me off. And assuming I’m an alt from my profile? Wild.
Gasp! It’s Fact Basher!
Legit.
Peak entertainment incoming. Never seen Fact Basher lose.
Talking to Fact Basher breaks your spirit. She hits with pure facts, point by point. No comeback.
Already ghosted. Post delete in 3...2...
I gaped silently behind Han Aebom’s back.
In that short time, she’d replied to over 30 comments. The single tab had multiplied like cloning jutsu.
Some people are just built for it.
Never imagined her PC skills leveled up this much off-screen. No wonder she name-dropped forum tales constantly.
Fact Basher online, but spouting nonsense in the studio? Funny.
She smashed with facts in fights but got hooked on wild rumors herself.
No drinks inside the store shows his true colors already, right? Why overreact? Crushing on him?
Stick to the point. Got that drink receipt? Wasn’t booze, right? Drinking’s banned inside.
Who carries receipts? Nitpicking’s hilarious.
Not nitpicking. Don’t people snap receipts for events like this?
I’m rich, just bought it. Don’t need petty events.
Wow, bragging wealth in front of a Hanban Group heir.
Doesn’t look loaded. Big talker.
Even as I muttered inwardly, she fired replies to five at once.
So rich? Go back, snap proof—receipt or vid—and post. Stop fabricating.
Why revisit discomfort? I’m not crazy.
No proof for you, then? If I post verification, it’s all lies?
Maybe he only snapped at me. Didn’t like me.
Wouldn’t your behavior make anyone dislike you first? Can’t even detail your “experience”? Suspicion’s mounting.
Ridiculous. My memory sucks.
Enough. Tons watching. Too cringe.
For real.
Honestly, watching these marathon threads was a whole new world to me.
“Done.”
While I zoned out staring, half the direct hate posts vanished or went silent—including mine.
Never expected resolution like this.
“Phew!”
Han Aebom smiled satisfied.
“I’ll monitor occasionally, so no stress from this crap.”
“Ah, yeah... Thanks, Aebom-ssi.”
I nodded awkwardly, then chuckled.
The heavy, vague weight crushing me felt noticeably lighter.