Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Outside the House is Dangerous (Really Dangerous)
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On my way to the company to pick up a massive shipment of White Day gifts that had been delivered.
"Don't send gifts to the company's unlisted address like that," I wanted to say.
But tossing them all out felt wrong, and I couldn't exactly ask my manager sister to open them since I wasn't some palace maid from a drama.
For now, I'd have to unwrap them one by one in the office and figure it out from there.
Just as I arrived at the office door, some unfamiliar woman was standing there.
Was she a stalker who'd tracked me down to the company?
A female stalker? I had no idea how to handle that.
The woman spotted me and came striding over with quick steps.
"It's you!"
"Who are you?"
"You vixen! How dare you flirt with my husband!"
And just like that, the woman grabbed my hair and yanked!
"Kyaaak!?"
My scream opened the office door, and out came Manager Sister and Editor Bro.
"Who the hell are you?! Let go!"
Editor Bro hesitated to intervene actively, intimidated by Korea's legal system where a man touching a woman could spell big trouble,
while Manager Sister tried her best to pry the lady off but couldn't overpower her.
It was total chaos.
That's when Seol-yun, who had just finished parking and come up, spotted us and charged at the lady.
"Kwaaaak!"
With a twist of her wrist into an unnatural angle, the lady finally released my hair.
Crack.
But in the process, my wig net got torn off, the wig lifted, exposing that it wasn't my real hair.
"……."
Honestly, it hadn't hurt at all when she grabbed my hair.
It was a wig, after all.
I'd just been startled that it might come off.
And now it had been revealed as a wig.
"Kwaaaak! Kyaaak! Kwaaaaak!"
The lady's screams echoed as her wrist twisted.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "We're so sorry! We're so sorry! We're so sorry!"
Here's what happened.
Viewer A had secretly donated about 3 million won to my stream without his wife's knowledge.
His wife, B, found out and stormed the company demanding a refund.
Spotting streamer Jeon Jeonseol there by chance, she flew into uncontrollable rage and yanked my hair.
We ended up accompanying her to the hospital due to the wrist injury and met her husband, A, where we heard the full story.
"I told you to donate only what fits our lifestyle."
Honestly, I wasn't sure if A was that wrong, but having had my wig ripped off by the lady, I figured I had the right to say that much.
"Still, I do get 80 million after taxes……."
"If you have kids……."
"No kids."
"Ahem, hmm."
Time to approach this from a different angle.
"Even so, isn't dropping big donations on a female streamer's channel a bit much when you're married?"
"She was the one who neglected me first! She acted like an angel until we married! Then she showed her true colors right after! Full-time housewife who doesn't make breakfast, doesn't clean, doesn't do laundry properly. Evenings were delivery food. Then I got that brownie you sent, Legend-nim, and thought, this must be fate!"
Oh no, this family is doomed.
Wife's weird, but the husband's no saint either.
"I'm a huge fan! Legend-nim! Did you check the White Day gift?"
"No, that's the thing. Please don't send gifts to our unpublicized company address. It's scary."
"Gasp!"
He hadn't even considered it might be scary?
This guy's thought process is on another level.
A little further, and he'd evolve straight into a stalker.
"I won't tell you to stop watching, but I hope you and your wife never cross paths again."
A looked utterly defeated at my words.
What kind of life has he lived to go full dark mode over a single brownie?
"Alright, let's go."
Seol-yun, done with her business, came to drag me away.
"It won't cause issues like excessive self-defense, right?"
"The lawyers will handle it. Don't worry, sis."
I'd seen at least five lawyers popping in and out of the lady's room earlier.
Honestly, one rep would suffice, but this seemed like overkill for intimidation.
Or maybe negotiation tactics?
Dad would cover the costs anyway.
Still felt a bit like an ungrateful kid.
I was 100% the pure victim this time.
Though I did come off as a walking disaster magnet.
'Yeah, outside the house really is dangerous.'
My conviction was solidifying into belief.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Outside the house is dangerous!"
"Sis, who hasn't stepped foot outside is the real danger."
Dragged to the apartment gym.
No outings, no workouts, barely any chores.
Muscle mass had dwindled to near extinction, more slime than human, so Seol-yun kidnapped me.
"Stretching first."
Warm up before exercise.
This body was pretty flexible, though.
"Check this out. Can I do this too?"
Grabbing the backrest of a bench with both hands, I lift one leg straight up.
Then hook my foot behind my neck—how's that for flexibility?
"No need to work out? Ugh!"
But my leg muscles cramped, sudden agony hitting.
"Ugh, grr, hng! Groooan!"
Injured one minute into workout! Out!
"Why push like that? Does it hurt bad?"
I rolled on the gym floor in agony, but luckily recovered in 10 seconds.
"Watch me demo, then copy."
Seol-yun holds dumbbells in both hands, stands in place, extends arms overhead.
Wait, 18kg dumbbells each? That's 36kg total!
Lifting my body weight like it's nothing.
Is she a U.S. Army super soldier?
"This suits you, sis."
She hands me two 1kg dumbbells.
Are you kidding?
Even if I've been a shut-in, 1kg is insulting.
"I'll take these."
I boldly grabbed 3kg ones.
…….
Holding them, I sensed something wrong.
A man who pulls a radish must slice it.
One, two.
"Your form's all wrecked, sis."
Two reps, and my endurance was spent.
Couldn't lift arms overhead anymore.
"No need to overdo with heavy ones."
"Heavy……."
This trash body!
I wasn't aiming for 18kg, but failing at 3kg was too much!
'Both hands make 6kg!'
Yeah, 6kg isn't heavy.
Right.
It is heavy.
Exhausted from 3kg bravado, even 1kg was tough, so I switched to 0.5kg.
Men probably don't even know these exist.
So depressing, tears welled up.
Then, a boy about elementary age (taller than me) staring blatantly.
Showing off, he lifts 3kg and does my move.
Provoking me?
It bugs me so much!
Even an elementary kid can do 3kg!
"Sis, pushing too hard gets you hurt."
Yeah.
Healthy without injury is best.
Weight's just a number.
Learning about five bodyweight exercises, crowd gathering around.
Hey, that guy's pretending to check the mirror but eyeing me.
That one's staring at Seol-yun.
I dragged Seol-yun to the other side of the gym.
"People are staring hard."
"Heh. Probably 'cause you're too pretty, sis."
Even in this rich apartment where folks mind their manners, our sisters' allure was too strong to ignore.
Seol-yun's outfit was just too athletic and revealing.
Mine's plain training wear.
No matter how I think, Seol-yun enjoys flaunting her figure.
A realm I can't even dream of, but this is too blatant.
Protect little sis!
She's not a baby, but!
Adult, but!
Protect anyway!
"Great you're trying hard, but consistency matters more. I'll check daily."
"D-Daily?"
I didn't go that brutal.
But seven days a week? No way.
"I want Seol-a sis healthy and living long long time!"
Sis-ya again—that destructive speech quirk.
Third-person self-naming is rare in Korea.
'She's not mocking me, right?'
Surely not Seol-yun knowing otaku culture well and pretending ignorance to tease.
That'd be too paranoid.
Just coincidence her fave speech matches a common weeb trope.
'Seol-yun's too cute and lovable.'
Her devotion to me like this.
Maybe I'll try harder at workouts?
Next day, brutal muscle soreness hit.
Didn't even do much, this frail flesh!
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Jeonseol-a -[Last time it rained and was cold, so no BBQ]
Jeonseol-a -[Wanna do it at the villa this time?]
Jeonseol-a -[Let's grill meat!]
Lee Jun -[Asked Woo-seung?]
Jeonseol-a -
Jeonseol-a -[He's cool with it]
Lee Jun -[Then let's sync dates]
Lee Jun thought.
Finally, the chance to say it had come.