Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Yojora Doesn't Give Up (3)
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There are a few inconveniences when you have long hair.
One.
If you don't loosely tie it up before bed, it tickles your cheeks or sometimes wraps around your neck.
Two.
When you're eating something, just lowering your head makes a few strands keep trying to slip into your mouth.
Three.
When you're trying to dry your wet hair under the hairdryer, you have to endure the hot air blasting for a long time.
"......"
11 a.m.
Yojora stood blankly under the hairdryer roaring with a high-pitched whine.
It wasn't for any other reason—memories from the previous night were calmly replaying one by one in her mind.
Buying a few bottles of soju late at night and going to Seo Woo-jin's place, pressing the intercom buzzer over and over.
Clinging to Seo Woo-jin, who seemed to have just returned from a workout, his sweaty scent enveloping her as she tried to seduce him with her body.
Heading to a bar together.
And then...
...and then.
"......"
...sh, she drank hard like always.
As usual, she got completely wasted, slammed her forehead on the table, and passed out.
Being piggybacked on Seo Woo-jin's broad back in a half-dreaming state, mumbling directions to her place.
Seo Woo-jin, who understood her directions unusually well and left without laying a hand on her body.
All of it.
Taken individually, none of it was a big deal.
She drank and fell asleep, and the relatively sober Seo Woo-jin carried her home. End of story.
Besides, there's that saying about persistence paying off— so far, she'd only made one move, right?
She'd gotten a little closer yesterday, so now she just needed to slowly lure Seo Woo-jin into joining her organization.
A healing-type Transcendent was an incredibly valuable asset, making future operations much easier and allowing for plenty of "fun" along the way.
Despite the lack of results, Yojora tried to think positively for now.
"......"
That aside, though.
There was one problem.
"......"
Yojora set down the hot hairdryer midway through drying and waddled over to her desk.
She rummaged for a pen or eraser or something to measure with, but surprisingly, all she found was a cheap ballpoint pen.
Well, ever since dropping out of high school to remain an eternal high school girl and coming to Korea, she hardly ever needed writing tools anyway.
So it made sense there wouldn't be anything like a ruler on the desk.
No choice but to give up on precise measurement.
Instead, Yojora sat on the edge of the bed and placed one foot over the opposite thigh.
Thanks to her naturally flexible body with no need for exercise, her sole soon faced her face.
She spread her fingers wide over her own foot and gradually shortened them to match the length.
She'd always scored perfect 100s in health and PE, after all.
Not just on female anatomy, but male anatomy too—she knew it inside out.
Normally soft and squishy.
But when the time came, blood rushed in and it got hard.
Spongy tissue? Whatever—once blood filled it and it hardened, it thrust in and out of a woman's insides, right?
So what had brushed her foot a few times yesterday must have been the soft, flaccid version before arousal.
"......"
......So, it was about this size?
Yojora tilted her head, pressing her fingers between her soft heel and sole.
Something felt off.
Wasn't this too long?
Even conservatively estimating, it had to be at least 12 or 13 cm.
They say it often doubles or more when erect...
Ah, right.
One thing she'd forgotten in her muddled head.
Yesterday during the teasing, not just the shaft but the balls had touched her foot too.
So if she shortened it a bit from there... exactly this length.
"......"
Flaccid at exactly this size...
Then... if it got hard...
This position,
that position...
...swallowing it all the way...
Squelch, squelch...
Yojora sat on the bed for a moment, bucking her hips as she indulged in various fantasies.
Then she picked up her charging phone and tapped the screen rapidly.
In the quiet room, the dial tone rang out: trrr, trrr, click.
After a moment.
─...What is it? At this hour.
A curt voice popped out, blatantly annoyed with Yojora.
It was familiar. He wouldn't even pick up if she called at night.
This was the best she could get by calling during the day when she wasn't talking about booze.
"That thing, you know... what was it...?"
─Spit it out. Short and sweet.
"The red string of fate...? Ah, right. Red string. Isn't this it...?"
─Haa...
"I told you, it's not just about looks..."
─Busy. Hanging up.
A short sigh. Then a unilateral cutoff.
What a bitch. She must think I'm drunk and babbling again.
Weird. I'm perfectly sober now, just with a hangover.
Whatever. We're not the type to avoid each other. Next time we meet, I'll grab her tight so she can't run and make her listen.
She's probably being a good girl right now, avoiding booze, smokes, and guys while diligently training.
But the purer and more diligent the model student on the outside, the darker the hidden depths inside.
She'd learned that early on in high school, thanks to the class president catching her blindfolded with a dog collar in an empty classroom, getting it on with her boyfriend—who was the PE teacher.
"Urgh......"
Come to think of it, she might already be pretty dark inside.
Being a spy and all.
Why was she studying so hard when she was just a spy planted in the neighboring district's 'Most Wanted' pretending to be a student...
Urgh. Yojora stretched her back with a groan and tossed her phone onto the bed.
Touching her hair belatedly, it was mostly dry now.
Just needed a quick brush.
Ah, the fourth inconvenience of long hair.
It tangles easily without brushing, turning into a bird's nest.
Especially if you fool around with it half-dry like Yojora had.
After struggling to comb through the knotted dry strands and failing, Yojora gave up.
No helping it. She pulled on a small cap, threw on some clothes haphazardly, and left her studio apartment.
For hangovers, nothing beat...
More booze and kongnamul gukbap soup.
Three hours before Yojora, passed out drunk, opened her eyes.
Lee Ji-yoon, who had been gaming since early morning, stared at Lee Ha-yoon's back with her headset hanging around her neck.
......Sis is acting weird.
"...Hm hm."
"......"
See?
Isn't something off?
People don't usually talk to themselves unless they're extremely lonely.
They don't bark like dogs, purr like cats, or peep like chicks.
But right now, Lee Ha-yoon making breakfast in the kitchen was...
"Hee hee..."
"......"
...creepily giggling to herself nonstop.
Twisting her body back and forth.
Tapping the kitchen wall lightly.
Even coughing while tasting the food.
Nonstop.
"What are you doing?"
"...Huh? Oh. Ji-yoon. You're up?"
"I didn't sleep. It's Friday. My day off."
"Ahh. It's already Friday..."
Suspicious.
Sis wouldn't forget what day it is.
She looks forward to weekends more than anyone—didn't even know it was Friday?
...Something definitely happened.
Something that made even Ha-yoon forget the day and grin like an idiot.
The prime suspect right now was obviously...
"...Seo Woo-jin?"
"......"
Her sister's ponytail, swaying in front of the braised tofu, froze in place.
Super, super, super suspicious.
"Did something happen with him yesterday?"
"...N-no?"
"Did you secretly make plans to meet up without me knowing?"
"...Nothing like that."
It happened.
Judging by that evasive reaction, at least 99% certainty.
She had no business meddling in her sister's love life, but purely personally, Ji-yoon thought jumping into a relationship after just a few days was a bit much.
Sure, Seo Woo-jin wasn't movie-star handsome but decent-looking, and his abilities were top-notch.
Shouldn't they take more time to learn about each other before dating?
Hidden flaws might show up that weren't obvious at first glance.
Like annoying little habits or whatever.
Meanwhile, Ha-yoon had her treatment costs suddenly vanish, and he was pretty good-looking too, so she'd fallen head over heels...
Hmm. What to do.
She couldn't check what went on at the academy until enrollment in two weeks.
Ji-yoon pondered briefly, then crossed her arms firmly and tilted her head.
The headset around her neck pressed against her cheek.
"Don't be too nice to guys for no reason. That's why guys confessed to you back in middle and high school—they got the wrong idea."
"Y-yeah, I know."
"Same goes the other way. Girls can misread it when guys are nice too."
"......"
Only the delicious bubbling of the boiling pot filled the air.
Ha-yoon had gone quiet in an instant, so she must've gotten the point.
Hopefully this put a little distance between her and Seo Woo-jin.
As Ji-yoon was sniffing the savory smells of doenjang jjigae and braised tofu,
A small "ding" from Discord came through her headset.
Followed by in-game ready-up pings and apologies for being late.
Looks like the group for this morning's raid had finally assembled.
Honestly, she wanted to put another bullet in their heads, but they were people she'd gotten friendly with in-game insisting on partying up, so no choice.
What if they wanted to meet IRL...
The group was half guys half girls, so probably no funny business, but...
Some she'd been chatting with for nearly three years—couldn't just ghost them.
...Whatever.
"I'll finish my game and eat. Sis."
"Okay..."
"Have fun. I'll make dinner."
"You're not skipping lunch for instant ramen again."
"Dry noodles are healthy. Better than burgers. Cheaper too."
"Haa..."
Ha-yoon let out a small sigh, turned off the gas, and washed her hands.
Staring at her, Ji-yoon put on her headset and slipped into her room.
So she didn't see.
"......"
Ha-yoon's ears turning bright red as she lightly patted her cheeks and headed out.
Stopping by the convenience store to buy one embarrassing item,
no, hesitating a bit and grabbing two.
Of course.
Ji-yoon had no idea.