Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: A Mind-Blowing Idea
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“Yoo Jihyun, think about it rationally. A Mythic-grade Heracles more than qualifies.”
Yoo Jihyun bit her lip.
“Tch...”
Eirin opened her mouth decisively.
“I acknowledge your talent. A Mythic grade would have no trouble protecting Woojin oppa. However.”
Ayoung asked back.
“However?”
“Join us in the Asia raid. Then we'll fully recognize you as part of the team and give you equal opportunities.”
Yoo Jihyun nodded reluctantly.
It reinforced their forces while keeping her right under their noses for surveillance—not a bad choice.
In Eirin's cool-headed judgment, this girl was more dangerous than Yoo Jihyun.
Seeing her stripped bare and clinging to Woojin's back like a cicada, she'd concluded Jo Ayoung was not to be underestimated.
If they didn't placate her properly right here, this potential kidnapper might one day deceive them with her innocent face and snatch Woojin away.
‘Keep your allies close, and your enemies even closer.’
That was Eirin's thinking.
Unaware of Eirin's inner motives, Jo Ayoung beamed with pure joy.
“Yes! I was planning to anyway. Sangjin oppa awakened as a Necromancer and said Woojin oppa has to hit the gates!”
At her words, Eirin and Yoo Jihyun were shocked all over again.
“What? Necromancer? Th-the young master?”
“Ha? Looks like powerful classes are sprouting up everywhere. This just got interesting.”
Eirin clicked her tongue, but the negotiations were settled regardless.
Now it was time for the main course: Woojin.
“......”
Woojin's ropes were untied, and the three women tightened their encirclement around him.
He looked every bit the scrawny schoolboy getting shaken down by a gang of delinquent big sisters.
Gulp—
Woojin's Adam's apple bobbed mercilessly.
“Wh-why are you doing this... Talk it out! Talk! No! Fine! If we're splitting hairs, what the hell did I even do wrong!?”
Eirin crossed her arms and scolded him sternly.
“You're the one who leaves wiggle room and acts all indecisive. That's why we're doing this.”
Woojin stammered in protest.
“Wh-when did I leave any wiggle room!?”
“Oh yeah? Jo Ayoung didn't leave any room, so she stripped naked and glued herself to your back? Guess she's just a raving lunatic then?”
Jo Ayoung's face burned bright red.
“Wh-what kind of harsh things are you saying...”
Eirin scoffed mockingly.
“Then pick one right now. Declare your woman clearly, and we won't pull this crap again. Even if it's not me, I'll bow out gracefully.”
A bald-faced lie.
“Exactly, oppa. You're the one confusing everyone, causing all this mess! Right before we came to the hotel, you straight-up called me your woman!”
True, but a cleverly twisted truth.
Sparks flew once more from Yoo Jihyun and Eirin's eyes—crackling, murderous flames.
“What...? My woman?”
Woojin frantically waved his hands.
“Th-that was just to fool Director Jeong—no choice in the moment!!”
Woojin was losing his mind.
The sight of the world's three strongest women lined up, bearing down on him, hit harder than any gate boss fight.
Yoo Jihyun hammered in the final nail.
“So, what's it gonna be, Woojin oppa? Deciding now? If you man up and choose, I'll back off cleanly too.”
Another lie told without blinking.
Far from backing off, both were gearing up for full-on stalking mode.
Yet Woojin couldn't force the words out.
“......”
‘Pick one? Out of these three?’
Honestly, he didn't even know his own heart.
Whether these women were once-in-a-lifetime blessings in his life right now.
Or just passing storms, with his true connection waiting far in the future.
But one thing was crystal clear.
He didn't dislike Eirin's boldness, Yoo Jihyun's devotion, or Ayoung's fresh, unwavering affection—not one bit.
Still, Woojin was a coward.
He didn't have the confidence to commit to one and take responsibility yet.
Or more honestly, he lacked the guts to let any of them go.
He grumbled about the noise every time, but squabbling boisterously every day with Eirin, Yoo Jihyun, and Jo Ayoung had become his utter joy—the life of a real person, at last.
“......I don't really know my own feelings. I don't dislike any of you... but I feel too inadequate to pick one.”
Woojin haltingly confessed his true heart.
“Honestly... this life right now? It's fun... Like I'm finally living like a human being...?”
With that, Woojin timidly peeked at the three women's faces.
His earnest response left the trio in momentary silence.
Eirin reflected seriously on their current life.
‘Honestly, it is fun... Have I ever laughed out loud like this before?’
Yoo Jihyun felt the same.
‘Compared to that suffocating, oppressive clan life back then...’
Jo Ayoung too.
‘I never want to go back to those days... Right now is just too good.’
The three exchanged subtle glances.
“......”
“......”
“......”
A wordless consensus: this setup works fine for now.
Eirin soon chuckled.
“Looks like we're all on the same page.”
No one disagreed.
“Fine. Until you make your choice, we'll shower you with all our affection. But we'll be openly jealous too, and we might hound you just like this. If a non-girlfriend chase bugs you that much, pick one already.”
Yoo Jihyun picked up the thread.
“As long as you don't hate us, oppa. We'll let time sort out the rest.”
Ayoung nodded.
“Yeah... that's good enough for me right now.”
Woojin stared blankly at the three women.
Humanity's top three powerhouses scheming to adore him—was this a prize or a penalty?
“R-really? That's all it takes?”
Eirin flashed a seductive smile, quirking one eyebrow.
“What, disappointed? Dying to claim all three of us?”
Woojin's mind briefly veered into perilous harem fantasy territory.
“I-I've got a conscience! It's not like that!”
“Good to hear. I'm a greedy woman, Woojin oppa. I won't share what's mine—especially not my favorite guy. Call this a strategic ceasefire. Patience is key to claiming what you want.”
Thump—
Eirin's no-windup fastball confession sent Woojin's heart thudding low.
Yoo Jihyun jumped in without missing a beat.
“I-I'm not the type to cook for just anyone, you know? Do you have any idea how much effort I put into your favorite side dishes every time...?”
Thump—
His heart stirred again at the thought of someone slaving away in the kitchen just for him.
Somehow, all three had laid their true feelings bare to Woojin.
Pink-tinted silence flooded the hotel room.
That's when Jo Ayoung barged in boldly.
“How about this!? I've got a mind-blowing idea!”
Yoo Jihyun pouted.
‘The mood was perfect... What nonsense is she about to spout now...?’
In Yoo Jihyun's eyes, Jo Ayoung was already a bigger threat than Eirin.
As a pure-blooded Korean, she felt the massive wall of “authentic twenty-year-old” thanks to the nation's Confucian age traditions.
Yoo Jihyun asked reluctantly.
“What is it...?”
Jo Ayoung gazed at them all with sparkling eyes.
“We're competing anyway! Until Woojin oppa picks, we all three become his ‘temporary girlfriends’!”
Eirin and Yoo Jihyun's eyes bulged in unison.
“What...!!??”
Inheriting her mother's legacy, Jo Ayoung was a horse with the reins cut loose.
One had to wonder how she'd held back this long.
“No, listen! We're all ‘friendly rivalry’ this and that, but we hardly ever meet. Why not date, get to know each other, pile up fun memories together? Wouldn't that make it easier for Woojin oppa to choose? What's the use in glaring lasers at each other all day? Total time sink.”
Eirin and Yoo Jihyun let out hollow laughs.
“Ha...?”
“......”
Truth be told, it was compelling.
If competition wasn't on the table, fine—but Woojin now knew all three adored him, and they'd officially declared war.
No sense leaving him to his own devices.
Ayoung drove the point home.
“Plus, making him ‘taken’ even temporarily keeps other girls from poaching. You've seen Woojin oppa's personality, right? One smooth talker shows up, he goes ‘uhh’ and falls hook, line, and sinker.”
“!!!”
“That... does make a lot of sense...”
If they just played mind games until Woojin got fed up and bolted to some other woman?
Horrifying to imagine.
But a “temporary girlfriend” pact locked it down to just these three.
Externally sealed off.
Eirin was genuinely impressed.
“You... you've got a sharp head on you...?”
“Hehe, no biggie. Then today marks Day 1!”
With that shout, Ayoung latched onto Woojin's arm.
“Wh-what do you mean Day 1!?”
“Huh? You hate it?”
Woojin was floored. Temporary girlfriend—what the hell even is that?
But Eirin was already in.
“No choice in the matter, Woojin oppa. Be a good temporary boyfriend.”
Even Yoo Jihyun nodded along.
“I-it... does sound like a good plan.”
Woojin was utterly speechless.
“Are you all insane?”