Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: The Babies Won't Starve to Death
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To Koreans, the phrase "Let's grab a meal sometime!" doesn't actually mean they want to eat together.
It's just a perfunctory line loaded with the meaning, "I want to keep things going with you, but I don't want to get any closer than this."
Even if there's plenty of time or schedules align perfectly, that "sometime" never actually comes.
Because from the start, they had no intention of meeting at all.
— Suha Yam Sis, if you have time, wanna grab a meal sometime? So, I figured Suha's words were just another vague promise that would fizzle out.
The bit about fancy places being fine? I just blurted it out since we weren't meeting anyway.
— Me Wanna hang out with me tomorrow?! But apparently, Suha meant it for real.
— Suha Yam What? You live around here too, sis? No way... Then let's meet at this park? Yeah, what should we do... Oh! Wanna catch a movie? There's this anime theatrical release out, and the reviews are killer. Let's meet around 4 PM! We can watch the movie and head straight to dinner after! She nailed down the meeting spot, time, and plans completely.
"Hmm..."
And so, the monumental day arrived—my first date since turning into a girl.
Scratch that.
I'd never dated a girl even back when I was a guy, so this was basically my first in life.
Wait, there was one time.
Thinking back, I did have a date with a pretty popular girl.
— Someone How is it? Isn't this total bullshit? Where's that bitch? Uh, bathroom right now. You guys better send the money, or you're dead. The problem? It was a forced setup from a punishment game.
Once I realized, I burst into tears, told the owner the girl at the table would pay, and bolted.
— Han So-eul Hey Wtf where are you, wanna die? You said you'd pay for dinner you bastard It was crazy expensive, and I still regret not finishing that last bite.
...Well, it ended up free anyway.
Aside from that fiasco, this was my first time hanging out alone with a girl since birth.
Not that I felt any butterflies or anything.
'We're both girls now anyway.'
If you ask if I could get butterflies for a guy? Who knows.
After 22 years as a straight guy, switching to liking dudes in less than a month? That'd just be mental illness.
Since becoming Lee Min-ji, I wasn't even sure if I still had a libido.
Sometimes community posts pop up with pics baiting male instincts for attention.
Used to hit "Save As" immediately, but now? Nothing. Zilch.
Even when I got hit by Gay-KAS prepping tactical nukes, it was just gross—no reaction.
Maybe... I really turned into a eunuch.
Or since the horniness vanished, in a way I already was—
"..."
What the hell am I even thinking?
A simple thought about tomorrow's outfit spiraled into my reproductive functions?
Slap!
"Ow ow..."
I finally slapped myself back to reality.
Tomorrow's date is soon; gotta pick an outfit today.
— Title: Fashion idiot, recommend outfits — Title: I recommended and now she's bitching, crazy bitch — Title: Not armband ^^|fuck what are you doing — Title: I saw it... the moving... KAS... — Title: Fuck don't click the post below nnnnnn — Title: These losers here all dress worse than me lol (proof cuz they asked).JPG All nonsense, so I had no choice but to deploy the nuke.
Using it outside Ias Gallery? It's been a while.
I used to do it often, but streaming's kept me busy—fewer exports lately.
Heard they're making KAS powered by some Grok AI now.
Am I falling behind trends...? Kinda worrying.
Slap!
...Mind keeps drifting again.
Yeah, poor focus has always been my bad habit.
Got scolded by teachers and Pastor Kim for it...
Slap!
"Ah, come—"
Slap!
"Focus—"
Slap!
"Now!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ugh..."
Finally, after slapping till my cheeks burned, I reined in my thoughts.
Rubbing my slightly swollen cheeks, I scanned the closet: all similar styles.
Function over fashion—tracksuits I'd poured everything into practicality.
Lee Min-ji... zero interest in dolling up.
What a waste of a face.
Not like I'd bother either.
"Okay, decided!"
No other options anyway, and... it's just meeting a friend. Comfy's fine.
Not some formal event, so this works.
Oh, test run first.
💬 Ias Gallery — Title: Can I go out like this? Yes or no
> Author: ㅇㅇ (121.21) (black tracksuit.JPG) ㅅㅂㄴ ㄴNo but seriously please go out like that ㄴPic girl who? Urgent ㄴㄴPls name ㄴDamn my milk tanks are gonna burst lololol ㄴㄴThe babies won't starve to death ㄴㅇㅎ) No bra? Subway almost disaster ㄴPic save thx~ "Hm... seems fine."
Outfit for tomorrow: set.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A warm sun, cool breeze—a perfect day.
Heading to meet Saintess Nice, Suha thought she'd picked the ideal day for hanging out.
Sunlight cozy, wind tickling her skin pleasantly.
"La la la~"
She even hummed unconsciously—her mood at peak.
Why so chipper?
Great weather, rare day off streaming.
But the biggest reason—
'Finally... hanging with a friend...!'
First time ever, alone with a friend.
Truth was, Suha had never done this.
Always shy, she'd been an outsider at school.
And people who pick on the easy targets? Everywhere.
Not bullied outright for no friends or wandering solo, but ignored—pure loneliness.
Lonely childhood, effects lingering.
Wait, not entirely friendless.
— Friend Suha sorry, we all forgot wallets... please? Okay? Call those "friends"? Debatable.
Realizing it late, she graduated high school friendless.
Then streaming flipped her: bold, sunny, laughing off viewer trolls.
But still awkward with girls her age.
Facing them yanked her back to high school mode.
Year-end party "incident" cemented her as "real loser" in streaming circles.
— Saintess Nice ㅈㅅ Might be late — Suha Yam No prob, I'll wait! First to arrive, Suha scanned around slowly.
Post-school hours: park full of kids' laughter.
Swings, slides, jungle gyms—kids everywhere. School nearby, probably.
'So cute...'
Watching them play full-tilt, she smiled naturally.
Then, leg pain twisted her face.
Her legs, bearing 50kg calves*, declared strike.
Hardly walked, yet whining already?
Saintess Nice coming soon; just endure minutes, she told herself.
"Ugh... legs hurt..."
Couldn't hold; scanned for a bench.
Full-time streamer's frail bod crumbled after 30-min march.
"No place to sit..."
Benches packed.
Kids' guardians? Middle-aged women chatting primly.
Glancing around, she spotted something.
"Ah."
One empty seat.
Someone beside it, but legs at limit.
Soothing trembling legs, she shuffled to the bench—
"Wow..."
Gasp escaped seeing the woman there.
Casual black tracksuit, like out for a stroll.
But her chest... violently eye-grabbing.
'Tracksuits that sexy...?'
Clearly functional wear, yet on her? Pure provocation.
'I kneel... not slacking...'
Comparing unconsciously, odd defeat sank in.
That body's off-spec.
Hoodie hid face, but surely above average looks.
Now she got why only this bench had a spot free.
Men's stares all locked on her.
They avoided her zone due to the pressure, Suha figured.
The woman herself? Head in phone, oblivious.
Ding!
— Saintess Nice Don't stand! Sit somewhere! Legs hurt lol — Suha Yam Ung Stares? Whatever.
She's a streamer living off eyes.
If they dulled leg pain, fine by her.
Instant relief sitting; she patted herself on the back.
"Phew, saved..."
How long waited?
Ding!
Phone buzzed again.
'Sis!'
DM from Saintess Nice, as expected.
"Can't spot me? Park's crowded..."
Makes sense.
But the message? Way off.
— Saintess Nice Sorry... can't make it... Sudden emergency... really sorry... Drop
"Ah..."
Strength fled; phone slipped.
"I-It happens..."
Sure, emergencies hit everyone.
Life's not scripted; variables everywhere.
But,
"Hic... sniff...!"
Why today?
I was... so excited.
First friend ever... promise.
Outfit pondered 4 hours.
Itinerary 5 hours.
Drip
Tried playing cool, heart wouldn't obey.
Perfect day, mood—ruined in a flash.
Tears welling—then,
"W-Wait... didn't think you'd cry..."
Familiar voice right beside her.
So...
"Ta-da...?"
From the bench next door.
"...Sis?"