Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: 11. I Did It.
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Han Su-ah.
Started in the 1980s with a petrochemical business, now finally evolved into an octopus conglomerate with tentacles in every kind of venture,
The only daughter of the current eldest son of Hanseol Group.
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Confident stride.
An attitude accustomed to bossing people around.
Tries to act all casual on purpose, but there's this subtle pickiness and selfishness slipping through.
The finicky aura cloaking her whole body seems to have seeped in naturally from childhood.
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Her attitude toward regular fans is reasonably kind,
But toward the hardcore ones trailing her for autographs and handshakes, she's pretty prickly.
Some of them even get off on her reactions, secretly recording and sharing them.
Of course, she takes legal action against every single sexual harassment comment.
So if you're trying to break Han Su-ah with threats or blackmail, claim you're one of those fans stalking her...
Instead of just giving up and taking it quietly, you might get to enjoy her loud cursing and that look of utter contempt.
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Judging from several interview records, being a direct chaebol heir means she's got sky-high pride.
But weirdly, her vocabulary, common sense, and overall knowledge level aren't anything special for someone from that background.
Pride as the chaebol daughter, obviously drilled into her by the family.
But her smarts don't exactly shine.
Same goes for her abilities,
Probably why she bothered becoming a Hero in the first place.
It's fine to be dumb.
Likely one of her complexes, so poke at it during training and her reactions should get even better.
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Whether good or bad,
Not a single fellow graduate Hero has ever mentioned her name, so she probably doesn't have many close Hero friends.
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She's got an amazing figure, but her Hero costume has zero exposure and is super modest,
So she must hate showing her body off to others.
Even her casual outfits are ridiculously plain, even for a normal person.
Wonder what the fans would say after I finish training her and dress her up in something with a bit more skin...」
Yawn.
A small yawn slipped out.
Seo Woo-jin rubbed his eyes for a moment, then roughly jotted down what he could remember into his phone's notes app.
55
Ding-dong.
Ding-dong.
A chilly winter wind blew through the afternoon.
In front of Lee Ha-yoon and Lee Ji-yoon's place.
He hadn't even rung the bell a few times, but the sound of rapid footsteps came rushing from inside.
"Y-you're here?"
"Yeah."
Unlike her frantic dash out, Lee Ji-yoon only peeked her face through the door crack.
Her hair tied back just like yesterday, she offered a cautious greeting.
As expected of sisters—even the way she pretended there was nothing wrong, shrugging off the distance she'd kept when they first met at the health room, was just like her big sister.
Lee Ha-yoon was the type to fling her heart wide open after just a little friendliness, like an eager puppy.
Lee Ji-yoon took longer, but once she warmed up, she'd reveal her bare self bit by bit, like a shy puppy.
How thrilling would it be to hold both sisters in the same bed at once?
Like Lee Ha-yoon trying to muffle her moans to act mature in front of her little sister,
Or Lee Ji-yoon sneaking sticky kisses with me while Ha-yoon buried her face in the pillow, whimpering away.
...Driving me insane.
I shoved all those wicked thoughts blooming one by one behind my mask and spoke up.
"Running like that—won't the people downstairs complain about the noise?"
"...They're probably at work, idiot. It's barely 5 o'clock."
"You know who lives down there?"
"...No."
As expected.
How many modern folks know all their neighbors?
I didn't even know who was on my floor.
"What if they're students on winter break like you, just hanging out? Or unemployed?"
"It's not like I'm always running—just a quick dash... A-and get in here already, before someone sees!"
"Why? Can't they see?"
"I don't want my sister hearing weird rumors!"
"Weird rumors?"
"...If a guy shows up at our place when sister's not home, it's obvious what they'd think, right?"
"You said it's just drool practice and sex practice. I specifically asked if you weren't embarrassed in front of Ha-yoon sis."
"...Sh-shut up..."
Reminding her of yesterday made her duck behind the door—cuter than I'd expected.
Your neighbors probably don't even know who lives here, yet you're so worried. Ji-yoon.
I grinned playfully and pulled the doorknob, stepping inside.
And there she was.
"...What're you staring at?"
"Your clothes."
"...Weird?"
"Not weird, exactly, but..."
It was those white polka-dot pajamas on a light background, same as when they'd had beer last time.
Even then, I'd thought they were pretty thin for winter sleepwear.
Now that it was just the two of us, it hit even harder.
"Pajamas."
"So?"
"Don't you feel shy showing that openly to a guy?"
"...You saw them last time too. What's shy about it?"
"Still, normal casual clothes would be better than pajamas, right?"
"...I'm taking them off anyway. Who cares?"
"......"
"......"
Lee Ji-yoon clamped her mouth shut, her jade-green eyes darting up and down.
More precisely, staring straight down, then peeking up.
Like she was gauging my reaction.
When I didn't react, her cheeks flushed faintly, and she looked away.
Looked like a line she'd prepared while waiting.
Purpose probably...
To turn on her sister's boyfriend.
Of course, could just be my imagination.
"...Wh-why aren't you saying anything...!"
"So, what kinda response were you hoping for?"
"Uh... th-that..."
"......"
"...'I get it' or something...?"
"I get it."
"Don't copy me! Be more creative...! Actually, forget it. It's just pajamas, big deal."
Embarrassed into a rambling fit, she gave up and strode into the room ahead of me.
I caught a whiff of her faint—but blatantly seductive—hair mist, then chuckled and followed.
As expected, the room was barren.
A bed big enough for one Lee Ji-yoon.
And a computer.
A clothes hanger with a few outfits dangling.
And,
That's it.
"......"
For Ji-yoon, yeah—just a computer. I'd figured as much.
But seeing it for real, was this seriously a 20-year-old girl's room?
I wasn't expecting cute dolls like in Ha-yoon's room, but couldn't she pretty it up a little?
Like a big, adorable character cushion.
Or a cute little mood light.
Something like that.
At least it wasn't a mess... That was a relief.
The villain girls I'd hooked up with a few times? Their places were all trash heaps.
"Nothing but a computer."
"...And?"
"Feels like I walked into a guy's room, not a girl's."
"......"
My playful honest take made her eyes—seated on the computer chair with one knee pulled up to her chest—blink rapidly.
No words, just her eyelids fluttering.
Weird. Not the reaction I'd expected.
I figured Ji-yoon would snap back with a "So what?" Why the shocked face?
Had I messed up somehow?
Retracing my steps in my head, a possibility flashed.
I hadn't said anything like this yesterday in Ha-yoon's room.
Maybe she felt inwardly "defeated" by her sister.
"......"
Quick mental math later, I stepped closer to Ji-yoon and said,
"No interest in decorating? Like Ha-yoon sis."
"...Waste of money. Why bother?"
"Ha-yoon sis's room screams 'girl room' the second you walk in. This? I could believe it was mine."
"Hah. Gamer rooms all look the same... 'Girl room'? Whatever. I don't do that."
Deliberately comparing her to her sister got the snappy comeback I'd wanted.
A touch more subtle than ideal, but close enough.
Satisfied, I flashed a soft smile.
Ji-yoon jealous of her sister.
Wanting to steal me away from her completely, on the sly.
A harmonious threesome was nice, but this had its own appeal.
Plenty of endings to play with—I kept my words going.
"Anyway. Ji-yoon."
"H-hey, wait...!"
I plopped my butt on her bed without asking, then yanked her chair toward me.
Unstable posture.
Plus the sudden pull—she wobbled precariously.
I easily scooped her up and set her on the bed, no skinship.
And then,
"What 'practice' we doing today?"
"......"
"Yesterday you said there were some you were too embarrassed to teach."
"......"
I pounced to cover her as the room went dead silent.
And whispered.
"No way they're actually dating."
Han Chae-jun muttered as he stared holes into Lee Ji-yoon's profile, bathed in gray light.
Of course, Seo Woo-jin could be her boyfriend.
Never once seen Ji-yoon game with any real-life friends, and suddenly she's gaming with a guy?
Definitely suspicious.
Easy enough to jump to "She's gaming with her boyfriend."
But the easy counterargument?
Why introduce him as her "real friend" instead of "boyfriend" to Chae-jun himself?
If she'd started with "This is my boyfriend," all the other thirsty guys buzzing around her would've backed off on their own.
So yeah, the odds of Seo Woo-jin being her boyfriend dropped hard... but.
"......"
"Ji-yoon's, uh, probably masturbating right now."
Was that seriously just a joke between real friends?
Didn't it take childhood-friend levels of closeness for that?
And calling herself the "side dish"?
...Anyway, fine. Whatever.
Up to here, we can chalk it up to whatever.
In-group humor or something—fucking incomprehensible, but sure.
But writing it off as a joke like he said?
Problem was, it was legit hot as hell.
Ji-yoon's voice bursting into the Discord channel.
"If there was auto-record or some shit..."
Chae-jun reclined his chair all the way back, staring at the ceiling as he replayed last night's Ji-yoon voice in his head.
The usual low, bitchy tone replaced by a hazy one—swallowing hard, regulating her breaths.
Hed thought his dick was gonna explode from how hard it got while gaming.
"Hoo..."
Did she really masturbate right before hopping into Discord?
Staring at her profile, Chae-jun kept reliving yesterday over and over.
The moment he steeled himself to back off,
"......?"
A green light flickered on Ji-yoon's profile.
What the.
She always pulled all-nighters Thursday nights...
This was her sleep time.