The Youngest Daughter of a Chaebol Family (2)
"So I'm supposed to live in a house this huge all by myself...?"
At first, I had no idea how I was supposed to make my way back to Kwon Seah's house.
But once I climbed into the limousine with Grandfather patting my shoulder, all my problems were solved.
The people in black suits just took care of "escorting" me home on their own.
And when I finally arrived, the place was absolutely monstrous.
"Two front doors...?"
I didn't know the password, but the door lock was, naturally, fingerprint recognition, so there was no issue.
Between the first front door and the second was a shoe cabinet.
"...I've seen this kind of thing on YouTube and they called it obscene wealth-flexing."
Next to the ordinary shoe cabinet sat a shoe-care machine that took up three times as much space.
It was black, perfectly ordinary-looking black, but the sheer fact that they had bothered to own and use something like this made me let out a hollow laugh.
"Hanseong Electronics..."
I marveled at the oversized logo slapped onto the machine, kicked off my shoes, and stuffed them inside at random.
Honestly, I had no idea how to use the thing anyway, and right now I was so desperate to get my clothes off that I felt like I might die if I had to wait another second.
"Hello...! Is anyone here?"
When I opened the second front door and stepped inside, a living room and kitchen, both astonishingly neat and tidy, came into view at once.
How many pyeong was this place, anyway? I knew it was bigger than the one-room apartment I used to live in, but...
"No, seriously... if she's living here alone, why are there two bathrooms? And three bedrooms? Huh?"
Was this really what you called a chaebol family's youngest daughter's "studio apartment"?
One room was a bedroom, and another was nothing but a walk-in closet packed with clothes.
The last one was filled with books and a computer, so it looked almost like an office.
"This is insane... I used to have to struggle just to survive in that one-room place..."
Worried that some housekeeper or bodyguard might pop out of nowhere, I searched every corner of the house.
Fortunately, there was no one else here, and I could confirm that I was alone in a place big enough for a family of four to live comfortably.
"First things first... clothes off. I need clothes off... I seriously can't take this itching anymore."
I hurried into the dressing room and tore off the black coat and skirt I was wearing.
The tight white blouse came undone one button at a time until I was finally down to stockings and a bra.
"Ah...! Seriously! How do women even wear this stuff?"
A bra was way more awful than I expected.
"Wait... how am I supposed to take this thing off?"
Wasn't it supposed to just come off like a T-shirt or underwear?
What was this, some kind of prison? "Your cage starts now," or something?
Like an idiot, I groped at my own back with one hand, stumbling in a clumsy circle until I finally bashed my head against the wall.
"Aaaagh...!!!"
At last I managed to free the bra by finding the stiff hook at my back and yanking it loose.
Was I really expected to do this every single day? Wasn't there some easier version, like underwear?
The stockings were fine, though; all I had to do was grab them and pull them down, and that was that.
...But could you wear these more than once? Did you hang them up somewhere like long underwear?
"Ugh... whatever. Let's just wear something comfortable."
I grabbed the first closet I saw and opened it.
Whether I opened the black section, the red section, or the white section, only glamorous-looking clothes came spilling out.
"I don't even have any panties or bras left... ah."
Only then did I go back to the bedroom and open the wardrobe tucked away in one corner.
Just as expected, a ridiculously loose-looking set of pajamas was hanging inside.
"...I should put on a bra too, right...?"
The body of this "Kwon Seah" I had seen in the mirror earlier was, to be honest, beautiful.
If I ruined that by skipping the bra just because it itched, wouldn't that make me an unbelievable menace to society?
"Oh, what... these look pretty good."
So Kwon Seah was human after all.
Next to the flashy, irritating-looking bras were a whole pile of bras that said Calvin Klein.
It kind of felt like looking at a Steam library. Weren't they basically all the same?
What was even different about them?
"Ugh... I don't know. I can't exactly walk around with my chest hanging out, so whatever. Just wear one. Any one."
I picked the one that looked like it would itch the least and forced my arms and body into it.
But was this really okay? I was basically stuffing myself into it like a glove, and what if it turned out to cost hundreds of thousands of won each?
After that I pulled on the loose-looking pajamas top and bottom and threw myself onto the bed.
"Ah... this feels like I came to stay in a hotel room."
The body of Kwon Seah, which had woken up after a month, was more exhausted than I had imagined.
"I definitely... felt like I should've been thinking about something serious..."
My situation right now, whether this possession life was truly safe...
There seemed to be mountains of things I needed to take seriously and look into...
"Uuuh... sleepyyyy..."
Kwon Seah's body couldn't even withstand ten seconds of the bed's plush assault before it went straight into deep sleep.
* * *
"Haaah... how tired was I? How did I sleep until eleven?"
I woke up with no worries in the world, completely at peace, and dragged myself out of the room to sit at the kitchen table.
I checked the front door just in case, but no housekeeper or bodyguard had shown up.
"Ugh... there's nothing in the fridge."
For some reason, I had opened the refrigerator with a sliver of hope, but thankfully, it was completely empty.
Well, of course. Thirty days into a coma and the fridge was dead, too.
"Delivery feels like a waste of money... where's the convenience store..."
Muttering to myself, I unlocked the smartphone in my right hand.
I didn't know the password, obviously, but face recognition meant there was nothing difficult about it at all.
On top of that, it was the exact same model I had used before, so the controls weren't awkward either.
"...Wait a second, why am I even thinking about going to a convenience store? Am I stupid? I could just order delivery, couldn't I?"
Start the day with brunch by delivery the moment I wake up?
Normally I'd be too stingy to even think about it, scouring menus for something I could stretch into three meals, but this was different.
"Who am I... I'm Kwon Seah, that's who."
There was no way I was short on money!
"Of course a chaebol family's youngest daughter eats delivery too!"
And sure enough, the smartphone already had a proper delivery app installed.
There were even signs of regular use, so I wouldn't suddenly get accused of the young miss losing her mind!
"Wow... what should I eat? I can't exactly have fried chicken or pizza this early in the morning."
Maybe sushi was the answer here?
It had that feeling of, the more money you spend, the better and more expensive the food gets.
"Tuna... yeah, let's have tuna. Isn't it supposed to be insanely expensive and delicious?"
It was 11 a.m., but to my surprise, there was actually a sushi place open.
Fresh Tuna Special
Tuna belly flower, otoro, chutoro... a perfectly prepared set meal. 12 pieces
54,000 won
No matter how I looked at it, eating this for brunch was crazy wealth-flexing.
"Gulp..."
I couldn't stop myself and hit the order button right away.
— click!
The linked card, naturally, passed through face recognition without issue.
"Wow... I just... how much did I burn on one meal? Fifty thousand won?"
When money was tight, I used to think the employee cafeteria was a godsend because you could eat cheap there.
No, wait, wasn't I always grateful just for saving money while eating army stew under the burden of the manager's lectures?
...But how long could I live like this?
"I did just blow fifty thousand won like a lunatic, but..."
Maybe the financial situation of a chaebol family's youngest daughter was more ordinary than I'd thought.
Maybe she was living off an allowance...
"If the balance is only two million won, then I definitely didn't just spend fifty thousand, right..."
With my heart full of anxiety, I swiped through the phone screen.
Our twenty-six-year-old Miss Kwon Seah's smartphone was more normal than I expected.
Insta was there, naturally... and surprisingly, there were even a few games installed.
Did rich ladies play mobile games too? Well, I guess if you can summon infinite whales, it might be kind of fun?
"Anyway... let's check the bank balance first."
My heart pounding, I quickly finished the face scan.
The fact that this banking app had the exact same name here was kind of funny.
4,394,120,200 won
"O... ne... ten... hundred... thousand... huh? Huh? Hundred million?! Four billion?"
There was just forty billion won sitting in my personal account?
It was a little startling that there was only one linked account, but...
"Whoa, forty billion... seriously, I could just loaf around and live off this for the rest of my life..."
Forty billion won.
If I had tried to save that on my own, I probably wouldn't have been able to earn it even after working for a hundred years without skipping a single meal.
"Wow... what would I even do with forty billion?"
Even if I ate only delicious things every day, it felt like it would last forever.
* * *
"Her stomach's small..."
Our Miss Kwon Seah's stomach filled up before she could even finish half of the twelve pieces of sushi.
Of course, there were tiny bowls of udon and a bunch of little side dishes thrown in, so it wasn't as if I had only gotten twelve pieces for the money...
"Still, so this is what fifty thousand won tastes like. It is good."
If delivery sushi was this good, then just how high-tier was omakase supposed to be?
Did the sushi just melt softly in your mouth?
...No, but the chew was important too. If it just melted away, wouldn't that make it bad?
— Buzzz! Buzzz!
"Huh... who is it?"
Just as I was wondering how I was supposed to clear away the pile of sushi on the table, my smartphone suddenly started ringing loudly.
Kwon Siyoung
Who was Kwon Siyoung?
"Ah... I remember. The cousin with earrings..."
The one who had slapped her mother's back and shouted, What the hell kind of thing is that to say?
She was older than Kwon Seah, right?
What should I do? Ignore it?
...If I ignored it, would she take that as a sign something was wrong and barge in because I'd holed up alone at home?
"Ahem... hello?"
"Seah! Is something wrong with you? Why aren't you answering?"
The voice that burst out the moment I picked up was, as expected, incredibly lively and loud.
"What? Didn't you just call me now?"
"Have you been drinking or something? I'm saying this because I've been texting you all morning and you haven't looked!"
...There wasn't anything there, though?
Half-asleep, the first thing I'd checked when I stumbled into the bathroom had been my phone notifications.
There was nothing.
"Ah..."
Hurriedly checking the messages, I saw there were 999 notifications piled up.
And when I tapped in to look, all the chat rooms had been muted.
Even the app's notifications had been turned off entirely.
"...Sorry, Unnie. I overslept this morning and my head's a little all over the place."
"What, why are you suddenly saying Unnie all over the place? Ah... so that's it, right? Right? Because Mom went off yesterday and you got a little weird about it?"
What kind of life had this twenty-six-year-old chaebol daughter been living?
She didn't even call her older cousin Unnie and just went around saying hey, hey?
"N-no, that's not it..."
"It is! You're even using honorifics when you normally don't!"
"Unnie! I'm telling you, that's not it!"
I blurted it out sharply, and thankfully, it seemed I had hit the mark.
Delighted laughter spilled out from the other end of the phone.
"You're not having any kind of problem, are you?"
"No, I'm fine. Really, Unnie, I'm okay."
"Still... yesterday my mom said some things pretty harshly, so I'm sorry, but do you want to go out for a bit?"
I quickly flicked my thumb over the smartphone and checked the text Kwon Siyoung had sent.
...Kwon Siyoung felt sorry toward me.
In a situation like this, if I said, "No, I'm just going to stay home," wouldn't her goodwill turn into hostility?
"Okay, Unnie. Then where should I go?"
"Where do you think you're going? I'll come pick you up by two, so just dress casually and come out, got it?"
Hearing that, laughter burst out of me.
So people in this family didn't make plans to meet somewhere; they came by car to pick you up instead.
It really wasn't easy, acting like a chaebol family's youngest daughter overnight.
But what kind of present was she going to buy me?
Honestly, when I heard the word present, all I could think of were Spam or cooking-oil gift sets I used to get on holidays...?!