Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: First Time with Such an Iron-Wall Woman
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After getting home and crashing for a good rest, I searched about Yoo Seo-hyun on my way to work.
She seemed to have sky-high self-esteem, so I asked about that specifically.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [What is Yoo Seo-hyun's self-esteem like? Tell me the reasons too.] ⚙ Search Results ⚙ Yoo Seo-hyun's self-esteem is at a high level, and it has solid grounding. She's consistently maintained her looks and self-care, and she's been recognized for her professional achievements. Her life's foundation is shaky from family debts, ongoing rent burdens, failed investments, and the like, but she clings to the attitude that her own value remains unshaken. She thinks, "The problem isn't me—it's the world that hasn't properly recognized me yet," and guards herself fiercely. "As expected."
People with high self-esteem show it in their actions.
It wasn't just that she wasn't swayed by me—her behavior and speech screamed that she valued herself highly.
"Which makes it even more puzzling."
With self-esteem that high, why the hell is she dating a guy like Choi Seok-hyun?
He's not even that handsome.
The only thing he's got going is that big-corp background.
I dug deeper into the details with my search ability.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Why did Yoo Seo-hyun start dating Choi Seok-hyun? Be detailed.] ⚙ Search Results ⚙ The reason Yoo Seo-hyun opened her heart to Choi Seok-hyun is that he seemed like someone who nailed her core values. Choi didn't focus on looks or emotions, but hit her pride and identity dead-on with lines like, "You're someone proven not by results, but by the process. I see that process." The world judged her by outcomes alone, but he was the first to acknowledge the pain and effort in her journey. In short, she wavered because he felt like someone who truly understood and validated her existence. Plus, he looked like a man who could handle her unstable future, so she's opened up to him. "Whoa."
Choi Seok-hyun reeled in a keeper.
A street thug type snagged a big one with his smooth talk.
Even with high self-esteem, this can happen.
She must've eaten up those ego-boosting words—Yoo Seo-hyun's mood had to have been through the roof.
"And she's got some money issues too."
So Choi's big-corp employee background probably factored into the appeal.
"This is fun."
With self-esteem that high, she's unlikely to betray Choi easily.
It'd mean admitting her choice was wrong.
Instead, she'll probably try molding him into her ideal type more and more.
"That's why they might even end up married."
Her words—praising my face but confidently saying she won't waver—suddenly rang true.
It made her even more intriguing.
Stealing a woman like that would spike my dopamine hard.
"Choi will be crushed too."
Especially since he thinks she'll never waver.
"Gotta use this search ability wisely."
Plenty of time, so prep thoroughly.
First, prove my superiority to Yoo Seo-hyun.
That's why I booked the waxing.
To show her the superior male symbol I have that Choi lacks.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I focused on work for two days, left early, and dropped by Yoo Seo-hyun's nail shop.
At the reserved 5 PM, she was waiting for me.
"Welcome."
"Hello."
Today, black T-shirt and jeans.
'She must like jeans.'
Jeans every time I see her.
A quick greeting, then consultation on the waxing.
"Brazilian wax?"
"That rips it all off, right?"
"Yes. Completely clean."
"Let's do that."
I've wanted to try it sometime.
Hair's too thick—sometimes my girls winced during blowjobs.
"Great. Fill out this questionnaire, and listen while you do."
Yoo Seo-hyun explained in a calm yet confident voice.
Clear pride in her work.
She flashed a bright smile.
"Got all that?"
"Yes."
"Then head to the changing room, put on the provided robe, and come back."
"Got it."
Changed and moved to the spot she'd mentioned.
'Kinda embarrassing.'
A robe exposing the lower body, just the top covering.
Yoo Seo-hyun waited in gloves.
"Lie down here."
I climbed on and lay back—the robe naturally parted.
Standing tall—
My dick was out.
Glancing at her back as she prepped, turning away.
Her firm-looking ass made it twitch a bit.
I came to show it off, but the setting made it real awkward.
'Whatever.'
I leaned back confidently, admiring her backside.
Soon, prepped, she turned.
"……."
She looked shocked at my dick.
Eyes wide.
'Not even fully hard yet—if this surprises her, I'll be offended.'
She's seen plenty of dicks, but not one like this.
"Hmm……."
A faint smile my way.
"I get the customer's confidence now."
That was her verdict.
But acknowledging my superiority felt pretty good anyway.
"Not sure what you mean."
"Starting the procedure."
She dropped the smile and got to work.
Wiped the area with disinfectant and cleanser for hygiene.
Hair too long, so trimmed with small scissors.
Snip snip—
Casually grabbed my dick in the process.
Yanked it left, right, no big deal.
'That straight face... turns me on more.'
Her indifference made it grow harder.
A slight smirk crept up.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Tell me Yoo Seo-hyun's current thoughts. In inner monologue format like last time. Actually, do all my psych queries like that from now on.] ⚙ Search Results ⚙ *It's even bigger hard. First time seeing one this huge. *Handsome face and huge dick—explains the confidence. Probably a player. *Gotta watch out for guys who live off their looks. Especially with equipment like this. *But he looks loaded, so make him a regular. As long as I don't waver, right?* Her wavy brown hair gave her a pure, refined face.
Sweet-looking, but her inner world felt battle-hardened.
Squelch—
Shaking my dick around, she applied wax to the area.
"It'll sting."
Soon, she gripped the hardening wax and ripped.
Riiip—
"Ugh!?"
What the hell—this pain.
Beyond stinging—pure agony.
"You okay?"
"……Not your average hurt."
"With all that hair, it might hurt more. I'll be careful."
She soothed the stung spot with her palm.
That warmth felt nice.
'Is this the feeling?'
Like pinching or biting a woman's nipple hard, then gently soothing it.
'Kinda good.'
My dick twitched.
Pain nearly killed it on rip-off, but that sensation brought it back.
"Do guys usually stay hard through this?"
"Most die from the pain. But occasionally, like you, they stay up."
"I see."
"No need to be embarrassed. It's not special. Totally natural."
She prepped the next rip casually.
Riiip—
"Ugh."
Pain didn't get easier.
But her palm pressing again felt great.
'Damn.'
Would love her to keep groping.
Maybe 'cause I like her.
No sign of it going down.
Internet says it always does.
Riiiip—
Endless pain finally deflated it.
Guess even I can't help that.
"Almost done."
After most hair gone, tweezers for strays.
Holding my dick with one hand, plucking meticulously—odd pleasure.
Gloves or not, her hand's warmth came through.
"Now soothing and cooling."
Final step to calm the waxed skin.
Grabbed and coated every bit.
My dick hardened again.
Her bright smile made me sheepish.
'This makes it look like I really like her.'
Excitement screaming interest.
Her seeing my thoughts felt a bit humiliating.
Like being stripped bare.
Procedure done, she said,
"Good job, sir."
"You too, boss."
"Avoid intense workouts or sweating for a bit. Moisturize and……."
Her aftercare instructions followed.
"How long no sex?"
"Usually 24-48 hours. Ideally two days."
"Got it."
"You really have to hold out. Two days."
She totally pegs me as a player.
"Harsh words for a single guy with no girlfriend."
"Oh, sorry. That was insensitive."
"Then beer after? Casual?"
"Separate issue. Sorry, sir."
"Tough nut."
"I'll take good care of you as a customer. 50% off today for first-timers."
"Don't need that."
"Take it. Promotion."
She smiled, ditched the gloves, and left.
My swollen dick looked lonelier than usual.
Dressed and headed out.
After payment, she handed a business card.
"This your personal number?"
"Yes. Work phone. Refer friends—discounts for groups."
"Work phone means no personal replies."
"Exactly."
Her easy smile irked me more.
'Gonna steal her for sure.'
She really fires up my competitive side.
Gotta have her moaning under me.
"See you next time."
"Take care."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Choi Seok-hyun, you bastard. Thanks."
Said 'cause Yoo Seo-hyun's genuinely hot.
Average girl? Meh.
High self-esteem and iron walls make her perfect.
The thrill of conquest.
"Still plenty of time."
Focus on Hong Yu-ha for now.
"Hair's gotten long."
Time for a trim.
Maybe tomorrow.
Next day, grinded work, texted Yoon Ha-rin.
-Friday night—dinner with mother-in-law?
-Yes! Love it!
-Cool. I'll call her.
-Okay! Bro-in-law!
-Any cravings?
-Me? …… Bro-in-law?♥
Such a tease.
But sex ban.
Fresh wax—follow her advice.
Stuff to say to both anyway.
Missed Hong Yu-ha, set it up.
-See you after work.
-Pick me up?
-Stopping at mother-in-law's salon for a cut.
-Head straight there after work!
-Cool. Later.
-Yes! Bro-in-law!♥♥
Her lovey texts felt cozy, warm.
Left early, headed to Hong Yu-ha's salon.
No reservation—surprise.
Luckily, no customers.
'Gorgeous.'
Hong Yu-ha in black top and white long skirt—like Jeju.
Insanely hot.