Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: TS) There's No Such Thing as a Beastly Woman
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"......"
"Yuna? Why the long face?"
"I'm bored."
Whoa. So this is the terror of civilization.
Just last year, she was a pure country girl who got her thrills from climbing Turtle Rock or diving off cliffs. But after going to the city with Dad and tasting the modern world... she lost interest.
It's not that it's boring exactly... more like it's lacking something?
Like instant noodles without the seasoning packet? Bland and watery, like drinking plain tap water?
She's gotten hooked on the dopamine rush from the mouse clicks and gunfire in the PC bang. Now the natural dopamine from the countryside just doesn't cut it anymore.
Suyeon couldn't help but worry about her daughter slumped there so listlessly, even if she was being quiet about it.
Last year, the kid had played by herself just fine, bursting with energy and coming home with stories that made Suyeon's heart drop. But seeing her first child so healthy was reassuring in its own way.
She seemed wild and unstoppable, but... Yuna was thoughtful and always polite to adults.
She might look and act like any kid her age, but she never clung to her parents or threw tantrums.
She never begged for treats or gave them any parenting headaches.
Even as a baby, she hardly ever cried. Only when she needed a diaper change... and even then, she'd point to her crotch with her finger when Suyeon came.
It was like she'd been born a little mature, almost eerily so.
"W-Well, how about playing with Mommy?"
"With you, Mom?"
Suyeon racked her brain over the past and realized with a forced smile that she'd never really played with her daughter even once as a mom. She sat down beside Yuna.
Yuna looked up with those sparkling eyes, tilting her head adorably.
My daughter must be lonely.
No friends her age around, just adults everywhere. She never showed it, but she must've been so lonely.
Come to think of it, I've never really paid much attention to Yuna as her mom.
She always played by herself just fine...
So at times like this, it's up to Mom to step in and chase that loneliness away!
"So, what should we play with Mommy?"
"Hmm~ How about house?"
"That's for babies."
"......"
Ah, no. House is perfectly fine for a 7-year-old...
That's harsh.
Suyeon was secretly hurt.
'Is she bored these days?'
Dad's been away a lot preparing for their wedding anniversary next month. She wants to go to the city with him too, but he said celebrating the day with Mom comes first.
Maybe that's why she's trying to fill Dad's absence for her dopamine-deprived, listless daughter.
If Suyeon knew, she'd probably clutch her neck
—should she be proud of her thoughtful daughter worrying about her mom, or refute the ridiculous misunderstanding?
Either way, since she's clueless, no harm done?
"Oh~ Honey, you're home?"
Mom greeted me with a beaming smile, sitting in the living room wearing her apron.
Wow.
Her face really is pretty and refined.
No wonder Dad grins like an idiot every time he comes home. Hard to believe she's on the verge of 30—flawless skin, a tiny waist that stayed slim after childbirth, and those huge, perky breasts that haven't sagged a bit.
Hmm.
Mom's gorgeous, sure, but if I just play around carelessly, she'll get bored again?
This is tricky~
No other daughter out there entertains her mom like this.
Think, think.
Body of a 7-year-old, but mind of a jaded adult who's tasted society's bitterness.
Time to analyze this house game objectively.
Kids' house is just playing mom and dad, laughing and chatting away. But adults' house? It gets deeper, more realistic, showing mature couple vibes...
Uh. Um.
'Bad thoughts, begone!!'
I shoved last year's steamy parental display back into the depths of my brain.
"Woman of the house! Bring the pork belly and soju, quick!"
"??"
Play means something fresh, not everyday routine.
They share sweet newlywed vibes all the time, so for house, give her the opposite experience?
I plopped down next to Mom, legs spread wide, glaring up at her.
In past-life dramas or YouTube clips, deadbeat husbands aiming for family meltdown acted like this.
"Y-Yuna?"
"Hey! You! Calling the breadwinner by his first name like that! Think the guy slaving outside is a pushover?!"
Oh. Mom's acting is spot-on! Her trembling voice calling my name sounded genuinely startled and scared, like a patient, gentle wife on the brink of divorce. She really means it.
See?
I'm spot-on reading Mom's heart—total filial daughter material.
"Hurry up and fetch it! You woma—aaah!!" "Where did you learn that from!!!"
Aaah!! Wife's got the husband! Help! Neighbors!! Mom's cotton-swab knuckle popped my head, I rolled on the floor, and ended up with a spanking.
In the end, I sold out Dad...
Clicky-click.
"What'd you do to Mom this time."
"We played house."
In the PC bang, Dad—who'd swung by his secret base for the surprise party prep—and I sat side by side, clicking away.
Dad locked eyes with Mom's furious, scowling face and wordlessly dragged me out without a peep. Well, technically, her vibe chased us out.
The Red Devils, mascot of Korean soccer once upon a time. Mom that mad...
Whew. Even I almost flinched. Okay, maybe I did a little.
"Mom got mad during house?"
"Did what I saw on TV. Like, bring booze, pork belly, that stuff? ...Oh, one downed on B Long."
"Roger that. Cut. Nice one, kiddo. But you threw Dad under the bus there? Sometimes feels like Dad's the most scared of you in this house~"
"Mom scares me most. Grabbing that TRG on my way." "Heh. Been a while—gonna see my girl's sniper skills shine."
Dad chuckled like he'd pieced it together and dove back into the game.
Cup ramen by each keyboard, slurping away every win screen. Late night in a kid-free PC bang, a 7-year-old thundering attacks with her dad next door—passersby jumped. Gonna have to sneak in before dawn tonight.
'No, misunderstanding.'
I thought Mom wanted playtime 'cause she was lonely, but next day she said she pitied my dopamine-starved slump and wanted to cheer me up.
In a way, a warm family where mom and daughter look out for each other...
but clashing misconceptions led to a spectacular adult house game and spanking fest. Still, I thought it was fun and suggested it to Mom a few times.
But...
ehh.
- Mom! Wanna play house?
- N-No!!!
She freaked out and shut it down hard.
Geez.
I could be the wife this time.
That short 10-minute house was so fresh and fun, I pondered roles before bed each night.
That old anime/subculture cliché: naked apron! Sure, gotta wear undies underneath, but it was secretly every guy's fantasy.
'Welcome home~ Honey~ Dinner first? Bath? Or... me?'
Wanted to inspire some new knowledge in Mom to kickstart little sis production.
Such a shame.
Anyway, playing with Mom's off the table for now. Playing with Dad till anniversary feels awkward too.
Left with running around outside like old times...
Huh?
"Wow, she's pretty!"
"??"
What's this? Tiny kid who looks like she'd fold in half if kicked?
Planned to help at the supermarket, snag some candy from Grandpa...
but locked eyes with a wandering tot out front.
Neat bobbed black hair like a chocolate cluster, big innocent eyes screaming
'I know nothing~ Pure and untainted kid here~'
Girl in a white strawberry-print tee and pink skirt, finger pointing right at me. Pointing on first sight?
Showing a finger-bending magic trick?
Nah,
impossible.
Just pure kid reaction.
If I 'educate' her manners by snapping it, she'd scream... right?
'Our neighborhood baby paw-folded at me once.'
That was last year already~ Miss those days~
"You! What's your name?"
Anyway, pure pointing from this new kid, followed by name demand!
First impressions matter in intros—sets the human relations tone.
Vital tip for school or work! Hands on hips, confident grin, booming voice!!
"Greetings! Strong and mighty morning to you! Should you inquire of me, I am Han Yuna!"
I planted a strong impression with that old-school garbage translator intro!