Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: When the Members Get Too Immersed in RP
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There's a certain expected way of acting that goes with a person's looks.
For example, a tall guy at 190 cm with a muscular build—he'd have this solid, quiet image, not one to talk much or get rattled easily.
On the flip side, a girl around 150 cm tall—she's supposed to be bubbly or cute, right? That kind of vibe.
It's not wrong if they don't fit that mold, but people usually feel like those traits come naturally.
So what is this cute little creature, exactly?
Gyeon-u was about a fist and a half taller than A-ryeong.
A-ryeong was average height, so Gyeon-u must be pretty tall.
Walking down the street, you'd see her shoulders about level with guys'—the average height for men in Korea, probably.
She's that tall, and her face is gorgeous.
Her figure's amazing too.
When she keeps her mouth shut and stays expressionless, she gives off an aura you can't even approach.
For that kind of look, the expected behaviors might be something like...
A haughty queen?
A confident girl crush?
A succubus who seduces and devours everyone, men and women alike?
Yeah, you could imagine an image like that.
But the second time they met, Gyeon-u had been all shy and hesitant around A-ryeong, calling herself a fan.
What was that like? It reminded her of some high school boy confessing to A-ryeong back in the day.
The awkward part was they had almost no connection between them.
A-ryeong knew about that super-rare "confess-first, date-later" route for the ultra-popular kids, but she wasn't that outgoing.
After all, in real life she was total Clione vibes—only Lü Bu online—the classic otaku girl archetype.
And the other person was a weird otaku too.
That guy didn't have many friends, always face-down on his desk, and he'd overheard A-ryeong and her friend talking, somehow built this inner closeness on his own, and boom—impulse confession.
'Ugh, a forgotten trauma's resurfacing.'
Anyway, to A-ryeong, Gyeon-u seemed like her "in-group" score had plummeted from 100 straight to 0. As close to 0 as it gets.
Why? How? What the hell?
With a face and body like that, the world wouldn't leave her alone—how does that even happen?
How does she suddenly remind you of a confession villain?
But that was just a tiny glimpse of Gyeon-u's true nature peeking out.
Her real self showed up at a drinking party led by A-ri, after some booze got in her, loosened her brakes a bit when she was tipsy.
"A-ri unnie. Can I sit here? Pretty please?"
It popped up sometimes.
This habit among close girl friends of sitting on laps or letting others sit on theirs.
But out of a hundred cases, ninety-nine were some huge girl with a ridiculously tiny one on top.
When a tall, busty beauty over 170 cm asks that of an average-built woman, it's a problem!
"That might be kinda tough."
"Eeeeng, hueeeeng."
'This really doesn't match her image.'
Gyeon-u whining like that felt like the wrong model had been chosen for reality.
With that personality, she'd fit better if she were 30 cm shorter.
But she was so pretty, it didn't look bad at all.
No, it was insanely cute.
Girls like pretty girls too.
They don't obsess like guys do, but still.
Seeing beautiful scenery, a cute cat, or a pretty girl just lifts most people's moods. Universal human thing.
A-ri couldn't resist the whiny Gyeon-u and finally spread her legs, letting her sit on the chair between them.
Lap-sitting was tricky, so they compromised on between-the-legs.
Good thing she wore pants instead of a skirt.
Rule number one: don't touch a girl's hair.
It'd ruin the carefully styled do, and she'd get upset.
But Gyeon-u was the one rubbing her head against A-ri's body first.
'Is she a large dog?'
Couldn't help the rude thought.
Her actions were just so dog-like.
Not in a bad, beastly way—just her behavior was pure puppy.
Loves human laps, loves nuzzling people, loves being petted.
A-ri got it too and started stroking Gyeon-u's hair, and Gyeon-u was in heaven.
'This is kinda hot.'
In the eyes of a pig, only pigs; in Buddha's eyes, only Buddhas.
To A-ryeong, with her deep knowledge of shady stuff, the scene evoked certain tastes and suddenly made her embarrassed.
Good thing she wasn't drunk enough to blurt it out unfiltered.
"Oh, she's asleep."
From the moment she started getting tipsy, Gyeon-u threw every tantrum in the book and finally passed out.
A-ri, holding her between her legs in a back hug, was worried.
"Can we two move her?"
This lump.
This huge lump.
Normally, for adults, no matter how wasted, shoving them in a taxi fulfills your duty.
But after seeing Gyeon-u whine like that, neither could bear sending her off alone.
Handing a beauty who could tempt even women to some random drunk driver? No way.
Though the three had only known each other a short time.
"At least mark your home address."
"Hueee, ueee."
Faced with Gyeon-u's inhuman noises, A-ryeong had to decide.
"Book a hotel and crash her there, or rifle through her wallet for her ID address. What do we do?"
"Opening her wallet without permission feels wrong."
"Hotel it is, then."
Two women couldn't hoist Gyeon-u's big frame onto their backs.
They had no choice but to loop shoulders under her armpits from both sides and drag her like luggage.
'She's all natural!'
Feeling the truth bounce against her arm, A-ryeong got emotional for some reason.
Face is fake-level perfect, body fake-level perfect, bust size fake-level perfect—balance much?!
A person whose drunk whining turns her into a total kid, but her body's a total babe—what gives?!
Her specs and installed apps are polar opposites!
Too cute.
At the hotel, she just slept.
They wanted to wake her for brushing teeth at least, but Gyeon-u was blackout drunk—no waking her. Bed it was.
Next morning, barely recovered, Gyeon-u was eerily quiet, like last night was a lie.
It suited her face perfectly.
Cold goddess, ice queen—nicknames like that fit her to a T.
'What's with the gap moe?'
Sunlight streaming through slightly parted curtains.
The goddess's profile gazing at the outside world with some fatally seductive, sultry expression.
A-ryeong wasn't into girls, but she could fall for Gyeon-u.
Click.
Camera shutter sound—Gyeon-u turned to A-ryeong.
A-ryeong jumped too.
Taking someone's photo without asking.
Why'd she do that?
That one frame—like a painting, more beautiful than any magazine spread. The moment she saw it, she thought, I have to capture this, and panicked it'd vanish in a second, so she hit the button before asking permission.
In this era of smartphones, anyone can be a photojournalist.
"Sorry. You looked too pretty. Should I delete it?"
For a split second, A-ryeong thought:
With that face, she'd wanna take 100 selfies a day.
So jealous.
She realized a beat late that her subconscious, reluctant to delete, had said "delete it?" instead of "I'll delete it."
"No. But..."
What was she about to say? A-ryeong focused on Gyeon-u's lips.
Beauties make anything sound atmospheric.
As long as it wasn't "hug me, I'm a baby" or whatever.
"Wanna take one together? A photo."
Not exactly on vacation, but hotel stay counts as ho-cation, right?
But that wasn't the point.
The point was, if Han A-ryeong took a pic with Jang Gyeon-u, it'd be chicken next to a crane, squid next to a beauty—total mismatch.
And A-ryeong had wiped off her makeup before bed. Brushed her teeth too.
Don't brush, teeth rot; don't remove makeup, skin freaks out. Girls gotta wash up before bed, or else.
"I wiped off my makeup, so right now... a bit."
Sulky.
Seeing Gyeon-u pout at the rejection twisted A-ryeong's heart.
Who could say no to a beauty like that?
"Wait just a sec? I'll be quick."
If she hadn't snapped the photo without asking, this wouldn't have happened.
Own karma, she thought, heading to the bathroom.
Water running from the inner bath—A-ri must be showering; hadn't seen her since earlier.
Broadcasters rarely leave home.
Introvert A-ryeong especially.
Lots of people envy remote work.
Staying home all the time? Total bliss, right?
But staying cooped up like that leads to random blues sometimes.
Way worse without family around.
People crave people, bottom line.
No real reason or goal—just gather, drink, chat, deal with Gyeon-u getting too wasted.
Can't go home, so hotel.
Luckily, A-ryeong raked in good money as a streamer; one night at a luxury hotel was pocket change.
Wasn't money she lacked—it was peace of mind.
Doing her makeup, she realized she felt pretty good.
Meant it was fun.
Thanks to A-ri for setting up this chance.