Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: A Trial?
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Hair color that didn't seem human at all.
Just how intricate a dyeing process had it undergone?
A pink-violet gradient that deepened further down.
Intricate bridges woven throughout her hair.
A painstakingly styled, feminine braided hairstyle.
Arrogant eyes and lips that looked ready to devour someone.
And a voluptuous figure impossible to find in Korea.
Seol-yun looked just like a fox spirit hiding its tail.
Seol-yun, all dolled up, stood in stark contrast to Seol-a, who was dressed so casually.
Did that mean Seol-yun was monopolizing all the attention?
No. That wasn't it.
How could sisters look so utterly different?
Seol-a somehow gave off the impression of a puppy soaked by rain.
The kind that might just keel over and die from hypothermia if left alone.
The kind you wanted to scoop up into your arms and warm right away.
The kind that might waste away and die if you didn't feed it something.
Her casual clothes only amplified that vibe.
A little one with zero survival instincts, the type who'd end up found as a corpse if no one looked after her.
For all those reasons, it was impossible to look away.
Like a newborn baby.
And yet, despite it all, she was beautiful.
If her little sister embodied the pinnacle of womanly allure, then she was the epitome of girlish innocence.
The sister like a fox spirit brimming with vitality, and the older one stirring up paternal instincts, making you want to offer up your liver and gall just to feed her.
Both had a mesmerizing charm that captivated anyone.
So fatally alluring it was hard to keep a clear head.
"Bear! You're out!"
Seol-a, holding a lettuce leaf meant for wrapping the food, used it to block Seol-yun's face.
Victory froze at the sudden move.
What was she doing?
And Lee Jun, the Bear in question, felt a stab of guilt.
"Seol-yun's face is gonna get a hole stared through it! You're out!"
Lee Jun had been staring at Seol-yun way too intensely, and Seol-a had noticed, so she waved the lettuce leaf in warning.
But for Lee Jun, it was actually a huge relief.
In truth, he hadn't just been looking at her face... but lower too...
A spot any guy would inevitably check!
A challenging zone even for a vigorous guy in his twenties!
Luckily, Seol-a seemed to think he'd only been staring at her face.
The height difference must've made it hard to read his line of sight properly.
"M-Me, leave?"
But then it hit him—it wasn't that fortunate after all. "Out" meant...
Out, as in get out?
"Keep your face covered with this lettuce."
Thankfully, it was a milder penalty than that.
Better than being kicked out, so Lee Jun meekly took the lettuce and held it in front of his face.
This was actually more comfortable.
Without something like this, his eyes would've been drawn there involuntarily.
It suddenly dawned on him just how small their faces were.
One lettuce leaf covered the whole thing.
This was what women were like.
Completely opposite to Lee Jun, who was big from head to toe.
"Pfft!"
From the side, it looked utterly ridiculous.
Victory burst out laughing at Lee Jun's pathetic sight.
Meanwhile, Seol-a pulled a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and slipped them on.
Sunglasses indoors all of a sudden?
"You're staring at me too. I know I'm super pretty and all."
Seol-a snapped at Victory.
It was an incredibly tricky thing to respond to.
Acknowledging she was pretty would be weird, but denying it was an obvious lie that everyone—including the heavens—knew.
Forcing a denial would just make things awkward.
Definitely.
'But why does she feel so familiar?'
A sense of déjà vu, like he'd seen her somewhere before.
The two had crossed paths at the theater, but Seol-a had been masked up with sunglasses back then, so the memory hadn't stuck with Victory.
But now, sitting face-to-face and seeing her in sunglasses again...
A vague recollection of some conversation bubbled up...
"The booze okay?"
Seol-a's words snapped him out of it.
Shabu-shabu, assorted sashimi, and sake to go with the very Japanese spread.
He didn't know much about alcohol, but they wouldn't pair cheap stuff with a setup this fancy.
Praise it first—at least he'd break even.
"Yeah. Good."
"Nice aroma."
Lee Jun lied too.
With two stunning beauties making his head spin, he couldn't even taste the meat, let alone the booze.
But admitting that might end the night right there.
So, say it's good.
Whether she knew their inner thoughts or not...
"Hehe."
Seol-a narrowed her eyes with a smile.
'I'm not a criminal!'
Lee Jun, on the verge of losing his mind to the allure of this youthful girl.
What he didn't know was this:
They were the same age, and Seol-a's birthday came first.
Legal? More like super legal!
She was basically his noona!
Weren't Koreans the type to grill you on age the second they met?
Well, gamer culture was a bit different.
If you weren't close yet, fine.
But if you'd been bantering casually in games every day, asking ages and sorting hierarchies felt awkward.
And in deeper cases, even knowing real names, they'd stick to nicknames.
"Hey! Wild!"
Like this.
"Yeah? What?"
"Sorry for being so freaking good at games—aaah!"
Seol-a suddenly climbed onto her chair, standing tall to apologize to the world.
As the booze flowed, everyone was losing control bit by bit.
Everyone except one monster who never got drunk.
"Sorry for being too perfect! World!"
'What do I do? Can't even argue.'
Pretty, rich, and insanely skilled—not just talented, but at a pro level that made walls feel real.
She claimed not to be chaebol, but definitely not your average passerby.
Her skills weren't amateur genius; they humbled active pros.
And her beauty? Beyond human—prettier than civilians, prettier than celebs, the kind that makes you question if she was real.
Even this perfect Jeonseol-a had a flaw, though.
Her mental health was a tad off.
'How does someone so pretty hide away? Shouldn't she be an idol?'
Pro gamers often dated one type of girl.
Camgirls who streamed online.
Same age bracket, same interests, similar incomes and spending habits.
Not many in their early twenties raking it in and blowing it wildly.
Lee Jun had seen plenty of pro friends with camgirl streamers.
What was a camgirl?
Girls earning via superior looks and bodies.
Of course, wit and social skills mattered, but no looks or figure? No entry.
And the elite ones dating top pros? Absolute tier-1 camgirls.
Beyond top civilian tier, borderline celebrities.
Lee Jun used to think they were stunning.
But today, seeing heaven upon heaven, his views shifted.
If these sisters lined up in front of them...
He could slap them with slippers and they'd stay silent.
Looks were power in the modern world.
A gap so vast it'd freeze you solid.
'She's hiding this face while streaming?'
It made no sense, yet it did—too precious a treasure invites disaster.
Someone this pretty would spawn hundreds of incidents.
Victory next to him reached the same conclusion.
Her streaming disguises weren't deceit; they were survival tactics.
"Noona, don't climb the chair—it's dangerous."
Seol-yun stood, effortlessly scooped Seol-a off the chair, and plopped her back down.
Tall and fit, she looked stronger than average women, sure.
But light enough to lift and set down like that?
"I'm kinda hot."
Booze raising her temp, Seol-a complained of stuffiness and heat.
In her thick long-sleeve tracksuit pants, she suddenly tugged at her top zipper.
Seol-yun grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"Wanna change into a short-sleeve?"
"Yeah."
Massive mental damage to the guys!
What had she worn under the tracksuit?
Surely not nothing... right?
"Be right back."
Seol-yun took Seol-a out.
Lee Jun and Victory alone in the restaurant for a moment.
"Kinda overwhelmed—can't say much."
"Afraid opening my mouth'll just spit out blunders?"
"Silence is golden in most cases."
"Gotta pace the drinks."
"Been careful since the start."
They confirmed they were on the same wavelength.
Camaraderie sparked!
Their friendship deepened!
And when Seol-a returned...
'How'd it end up like that?!'
Dolphin shorts baring her thighs.
A spaghetti-strap top that could blind you.
Clothes for lounging alone at home.
Not for wearing in front of two dudes!
Not entirely unfamiliar, though.
Where had he seen it?
Camgirls wore them for dances.
They even had a pro term: camgirl pants.
Combat gear for money-copying bug exploits.
A chill ran down their spines.
Instinct screamed: mess up here, and you'd never see them again.
A test?
A trial?
Seol-yun's unchanging subtle smile carried an inexplicable chill and unease.
And so the drinking session entered phase two.