Chapter 6

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 6

Chapter Title: Waking Up to a Blonde Beauty

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Imagine opening your eyes and the very first thing you see is a blonde beauty.

Where in the world is a guy who wouldn't love that?

It really was great.

"Oppa, come on, get up already~!! Ah, seriously!!"

Even her angry face was overflowing with natural cuteness. But remembering how I'd jerked off to thoughts of Oh Hana twice in a row—and even buried my face in her panties—made it hard to meet her eyes confidently.

I knew this would happen, so why did I do it? Seriously.

But even if I could turn back time, I probably would've grabbed her panties again, buried my face in them, and jerked off all over.

It felt that good.

"Hoo."

"Huh? Why the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sigh? All your good fortune's gonna fly away."

"Can't have that."

Thinking about it, the changes in my life had started with that 'New Year's Blessings' message. In a way, maybe the fortune it brought was Oh Hana herself.

So if the fortune left, wouldn't Oh Hana leave too?

'Sex... I absolutely won't do it.'

I renewed my oath, one I'd made who knows how many times.

For now, just forget about that quest.

"Oh, right. On the way back, the danmuji was on crazy sale, so I grabbed some! A whopping 45% off! 2.7 kilograms for 4,500 won!"

"Whoa, that's awesome."

"Right? So fried rice that goes perfect with danmuji—oh, with two eggs too! I'll set up at the desk and watch YouTube."

"Got it."

Unlike me, who'd basically been a breathing corpse, Oh Hana brimmed with energy in everything she did.

"Kyaa! Genesis's official channel just uploaded a one-minute interview clip with Riki and Hoi together. Amazing, amazing, totally amazing!"

Her drive came from idol fandom, which made sense in a way.

"Riki, you're so cool!"

And yet, because of her, my own life now had some spark. Before, I'd just nuke frozen fried rice in the microwave.

Now, it was frying it up in a pan with oil, tossing in eggs...

And even danmuji on top.

These small changes had massively improved my quality of life.

All thanks to Oh Hana.

"Let's eat well!"

"Let's eat well."

Above all, sitting face-to-face at this rickety table that'd been folded away forever, chatting over meals—it felt so good.

Maybe I'd lived alone too long.

"Oppa. Oppa."

"Yeah?"

"You're staring way too intensely, aren't you?"

"Uh, huh?"

"No, like... you stuff food in your mouth, then grin at me all day like an idiot. It's kinda embarrassing and funny."

"...Cough, cough!"

I choked.

Was I really acting like that?

"Don't tell me... you've fallen for me?"

"N-No, that's not it?"

It wasn't some pure 'fallen for her' feeling. This was dirty lust.

"Just... separately from that, I was bored and looked. Back in the day, people hung dried mackerel from the ceiling to whet their appetite."

"Eww! Am I the mackerel now? That's even worse!"

"Just eat your rice."

"Hehe, danmuji is the best."

She's so pretty.

No matter how many times I said it, Oh Hana was just that pretty and charming—no room for doubt.

"By the way, when you work part-time, don't guys hit on you?"

"All the time."

"......"

"Oh, and the boss said since I started, male customers have increased by at least twenty."

Yeah, figures.

I'd figured as much. Honestly, even I'd buy a 2,500-won iced Americano every time just to chat with her.

By that logic, wasn't I already reaping huge benefits—living under the same roof, talking with Oh Hana like this every day?

"Tons ask for my number too. Hmm, but I turn them all down for now. Gotta draw the line. Cross it, and things get super annoying. I wanna live here long-term—would suck if creeps made it awkward to go out."

"Y-Yeah."

That word 'line' stabbed like a dagger.

Enough, enough.

I'm not some sex maniac—why does this keep popping into my head? I waved away the message floating in my vision.

"Hooah! That was delicious. Oh, right, Oppa. New cafe drink came out today—I put it in the fridge. Grab it on your way to work later."

"Hey... it's January. Freezing out there."

"Oh, true."

Oh Hana giggled innocently, then sniffed her wrists and various spots.

"Hmm, can't really tell. Oppa! Check if I smell, please."

"...What?"

My heart skipped.

Was this temptation?

"No, I can't tell if I smell myself. You sniff for me."

".......Why?"

It was funny that after agonizing, my response was just 'why.' A guy like me could never hook up with Oh Hana.

"Well, I was gonna brush my teeth after eating and shower while I'm at it. But exercising makes you sweat again, right?"

"Exercising again? It's winter—you're dedicated."

"Of course! No workout, no great body!"

Definitely... Oh Hana's figure was celebrity-level. Most girls these days claim strict self-care, but she dominated them all.

Hundreds of women I'd seen at the convenience store part-time, and none compared.

"Still, if I smell, it's gross, so if I do, shower first then exercise. If not, exercise then shower."

"...But even if you smell, isn't it fine?"

"No way! Anyway, you've got two, three hours till work. Exercising then would make the smell worse. I'd be bothering you."

The girl ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was genuinely kind.

A bit clueless at times, sure, but she clearly tried not to inconvenience others.

"...You really want me to sniff?"

"Yes! It's fine. Just sniff. No, I should be sorry to you. If I came home from work smelling, I'd feel bad."

"'Feel bad' is casual speech too."

"Eh, let that slide. Wasn't trying to be casual."

Sorry.

I was just babbling to act casual. By now, Oh Hana had her arms spread, waiting for me to sniff.

"A-Alright, then. Sniffing."

"Yup!"

I started with her chest area, near the nape—sniffed close.

"......"

For a moment, my mind went hazy.

Her natural body scent wafted out, far better than the fabric deodorizer I'd sprayed to mask my semen smell. Faintly mixed with a hint of sweat from work, making it even more intoxicating.

"How is it?"

...I nearly asked, 'Want me to check your armpits too?' but punched my lewd urges in the head and answered.

"It's fine."

Best response I could manage.

"For real?"

"Yeah, legit."

Truth be told, I wished she'd skip the shower and fill the room with this scent. Might get me hard again...

"Alrighty, time for a workout then."

The second she heard me, Oh Hana stripped off her clothes and changed into thermal underwear.

In that brief moment, I glimpsed her lingerie again. Driving me insane. Heaven and hell on repeat.

Too good, too torturous.

"...Just thermals?"

"Yeah. Hate getting smell on my pajamas, but workout clothes would be cold. Thermals are perfect."

Even scratching her butt looked sexy now.

"Ugh, thermals are so itchy. Next time, just buy thermals. Got these fleece ones thinking they'd be warmer."

She left her Riki doll from the salon trip nearby and dove into her routine.

Prone on the floor, hands clasped under chin, elbows propping her up, lifting legs one by one...

Or spreading legs wide, pressing her body down repeatedly...

All exercises to sculpt her figure.

Every curve popped in stark relief. In just thermals, she looked like she was in skin-tight spy gear.

Just watching heated my face, blood rushing south.

"Nngh, haa...! Kkuuuh!"

Thought she was showing off flexibility.

Maybe she was flaunting moans.

"Haaang!"

"......"

Stop, please.

Are you trying to kill me?

"Ugh, sweating buckets. Body's heating up. Oppa, wanna join?"

"Nah."

"Pfft! Oppa, what's your weight? You're only 29—don't tell me you're pushing 80, 90 kilos? That'd be disastrous. What if you get a girlfriend and she dumps you over your belly fat?"

...That hit hard.

Even if not Oh Hana, say I dated a girl I liked. Imagining her seeing my gut at a motel, refusing sex, and breaking up—my head spun.

Come to think of it, all those discarded bentos and frozen fried rice... yeah, belly's growing.

"...Mind if I join?"

"Yes! Awesome! They say solo workouts don't last."

"So you roped me in."

"Kinda. You'd quit in three days alone. I stick with it 'cause of friends. Solo, I'd bail quick too."

She was so sociable.

Lucky it was her I ended up living with. Some jerk might've forced himself on her.

[Girls know guys are perverts too.]

[They ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠might be waiting for strong leadership?]

Act on crap like that from the internet and crash—then what?

"Kkuuung, kruung!"

"Haaang, haa...!"

I got why Oh Hana moaned, but why did hers sound so sweetly lewd?

"Kkuu, anyway, why're you so hardcore? No boyfriend."

"Haaah! Girls wanna be pretty by nature! Kkuuung, if anything, goal's to pretty up max so Riki remembers me at a fan sign someday—or marry him?"

"......"

"Psh, I know it's unrealistic. But girls dream like that. Fix up for the guy you like."

Her mentioning a 'guy she likes' should've stung.

Not even a speck.

Like she said—too unrealistic.

Girls do love those pure romance stories.

The classic Cinderella tale...

"Hooah! That's it for today! Gotta shower!"

With that, she flung off her thermals and bolted to the bathroom in her underwear.

Meanwhile, having ogled her lingerie and ass, I stared at her freshly shed thermals in the laundry basket.

I raised my fist carefully.

Moments later, Oh Hana burst out, shivering. "Cold!" In her underwear, she asked me,

"Huh? Oppa, what happened to your face? Bump into something?"

"Uh, was doing dishes—hit the edge."

I flashed a small smile and headed to the bathroom, belting out the national anthem.

The waters of the East Sea and the peaks of Baekdu Mountain...