A Lewd Day in the Life of the Hypnotized Little Sister (2)
“...HAHA, Coraline joke, huh? Hm. Got it. Jiwon, you always seemed like such a serious girl, but surprisingly, you’ve got a sense of humor too?”
“What are you talking about? When did I ever joke?”
“OKAY~ Got it. Let’s drop this.”
Silvia brushes it off. From what I can see, this girl’s definitely slacking on her duties as a little sister. Someday, I’ll have to give her a thorough education as a fellow little sister—but for today, I’ll let it slide. I mean, I once foolishly thought my brother and I were equals as people too.
“So, Silvia. Why’d you wanna meet up today?”
“OH, right. Remember that photoshoot we did at Namsan Tower last time?”
“Yeah.”
“Looks like the president of that magazine’s company is interested in us. He suggested a 2-on-2 date.”
“...........”
“? What’s with that disinterested look?”
“...You do it.”
A date? I haven’t been on one of those since getting hypnotized.
“HEY, HEY. Think about it. It’s not like he’s asking to date. It’s about building connections. Plus, I hear the president’s a former model—good-looking too. You won’t lose out meeting him. Just think of it as a free meal.”
“Haa~”
For the record, I’m hypnotized so I don’t feel even the slightest fondness for any man except my brother. Even if a Hollywood actor was right in front of me, I wouldn’t feel curious or drawn to him at all. Rich or handsome, doesn’t matter. To me, they’re just cockroaches or millipedes.
Still, it’s a friend’s request, and it’s literally just a free meal, so...
“Fine, whatever. Where do we go?”
“YES~! That’s my Jiwon! Actually, he’s supposed to pick us up here! Right on time too.”
A flashy Ferrari pulls up on the road. No other cars dare approach, fearing a scratch on the super luxury foreign whip. A tall guy in a suit steps out with a cheeky smile.
“Ugh.”
I’m brainwashed to feel extreme disgust at guys striking poses. Just seeing a man annoys me, but when they act cool, it hits harder. It’s like how a flying cockroach is way grosser than one just sitting there.
“Hey, Miss Jiwon. Miss Silvia. Nice to meet you. I’m Kim Hogu, president of Gentle Lady magazine.”
“Ugh.”
“WOW~ President Hogu! Isn’t this Ferrari super expensive?”
“It’s barely 10 billion won. Pretty cheap, right?”
“10 billion is cheap?”
Silvia pokes my side. The exchange student from a poor country’s lips curl up to her ears. She looks like she’s hooked a sucker.
“Hey, hey. Jiwon, this is huge. Let’s play nice.”
“Ugh...”
“? What’s wrong? Stomach issues?”
Yeah, like my stomach would feel fine with a cockroach buzzing around.
“Oh dear, Miss Jiwon? You okay? Can you get in the car?”
“Ugh!!”
When that Kim Hogu bastard gently puts his arm on my shoulder, I nearly puked for real. Even I’d be embarrassed to hurl on the street, so I held it back desperately.
“I-I’m fine, so let’s get in the car.”
If I get in, he’ll sit in the driver’s seat, and if I take the back, I won’t have to face him.
“Very well. Miss Silvia, back seat please.”
“YES.”
“Miss Jiwon, sit next to me.”
“Ugh...”
This cockroach bastard.
“WOW~ So this is the inside of a Ferrari. It’s like a plane. First time riding one~”
“Hahaha. Really? It’s not even that great a car.”
“NO~ It’s a total supercar. As expected of a millionaire, President!”
“Call me billionaire while you’re at it! Hahaha!”
Fucking show-off. Compared to my brother, you’re less than dust.
“Why’d you come to Korea, Miss Silvia?”
“To study, work, get smart, and make money.”
“Hahaha! Good mindset. Learn and earn—that’s the best.”
“But I don’t have confidence I’ll become a mega-rich tycoon like you, President.”
“Then just marry one. His money becomes yours.”
“WOW~ Great idea!”
“Hahaha! By the way, I’ve got cars even better than this Ferrari. Of course, I only give rides to beautiful women.”
I’ve had the window open, staring at the Han River scenery to calm my stomach. Leaving all the talking to Silvia.
“WOW~ You must be super popular with girls, President?”
“Well, I can’t say I’m not. But even among them...”
Oh no, the cockroach is looking my way.
“...there aren’t many with celebrity-level looks like our Miss Jiwon. Right, Miss Jiwon?”
“...........”
“Miss Jiwon’s the quiet type, huh?”
“UMM... She’s usually lively, but her stomach’s off today.”
“Really? I know the son of a university hospital director. Want a free check-up? For you, Miss Jiwon?”
“.........No thanks (whisper)”
“Pardon? What?”
“I said shut your mouth. Your breath stinks.”
“What?”
I can’t take it anymore. Talking to him is nothing like with my brother. Every word from Oppa is so fun that when the conversation pauses, it feels like regretting how few pages are left in a great book. But this Kim Hogu prick? Every time he opens his mouth, a stench wafts out.
“Uh, um. Did I mishear? What do you think, Miss Silvia?”
“Y, YES! You must’ve misheard. H, HAHA!”
“...Miss Jiwon’s in a bad mood today, huh. Anyway, we’re at the restaurant. Let’s head in. This place has three Michelin stars—no reservations, no entry. But my business card gets us anywhere. You’ll love it, Miss Jiwon. I guarantee it!”
“YES! YES! Jiwon will love it too! Right, Jiwon?”
“........”
“L-Let’s go up.”
“YES...”
I know as a social adult, I should play along somewhat, but honestly, this is my best effort. No, it’s my limit.
I secretly text Oppa on my phone:
Even inside the restaurant, Kim Hogu’s bragging doesn’t stop. Boasting his resume in front of the staff, bragging he knows the owner, emphasizing it’s the VIP table as we sit.
“Ah, President Hogu, you’re here.”
“Sojun, my boy. Good to see you.”
There was someone already waiting inside. Right, it was a 2-on-2 date.
“Introduce yourselves. This is Sojun—”
“WOW!! I know this guy!”
Silvia freaks out before the intro’s even done. What? Her face flushes—she’s not the type to fangirl over guys easily.
“He’s the super rising star in that drama lately!”
“Haha. You know me?”
“Sojun’s one of my agency’s actors.”
“WOW~ An honor to eat with a superstar! Can I get your number?”
“Sure. Name’s... Silvia, right? You’re beautiful.”
“NO~NO~. You’re the real flower boy, Sojun.”
Aaah~ Boring. So dull.
“Hm... And that one over there?”
“OH~ My friend Kim Jiwon. Hey, Jiwon. You know him too? Actor Sojun!”
“Ah... Sojun? Looks like he’s got a tiny dick.”
“...............”
Silence falls. The mood crashes instantly.
“Ha, hahaha. Are you my anti-fan or something, Jiwon? Hahaha.”
“Nah. Anti-fan? I don’t even know who you are.”
“........”
I’m seriously hearing the name for the first time. Silvia chimes in, dumbfounded.
“HEY! Bullshit? A Korean who doesn’t know Sojun? He’s a national actor! Blew up with that drama, going global as a Hallyu star?!”
“Sorry. Not into dramas.”
“Still! He’s obviously a total flower boy—why’ve you been bitchy since earlier?”
...Huh? Flower boy? No matter how I look, he’s just a dung fly. Isn’t “flower boy” for guys like my Oppa? Oppa’s face makes my heart flutter every day, but this beanpole Sojun? Zero appeal—not even as much as a toilet bowl.
“Haha. It’s fine, really. I like tsundere girls anyway. Makes me wanna see how long till she falls. Few days maybe.”
What’s this dung fly saying?
“Hoo~ Give up. I tried hitting on her too—her walls are no joke. Let’s eat first. Any favorite foods, Miss Jiwon?”
“Anything topped with Oppa’s cum.”
“...........Pardon?”
Honest answer to Kim Hogu’s question, and silence drops again. Everyone stares at each other like they misheard.
“More like, I’m wondering how long these third-rate actor and nouveau riche losers plan to show off in front of me. Not even that handsome or famous.”
“...Miss Jiwon. I’m the president of your magazine’s company. Know your place.”
“President. This bitch is crazy, right? Should I call a reporter I know and bury her? Ruining my mood.”
“HEY! Kim Jiwon! You’re such a person? Get a grip! Shouldn’t have brought you!”
I just stated facts, but blame arrows fly at me unfairly.
“Apologize NOW! Kim Jiwon!”
“Why should I? I didn’t do shit wrong. Isn’t this polite enough to cockroaches and dung flies? Honestly, I deserve apologies.”
“...CRAZY GIRL. She’s fucking insane.”
“Ha?”
Why am I getting this shit? I’m the victim here! I get cultural differences with a foreigner, but comparing her to fighting Oppa? Silvia seems like some uneducated savage native.
“Silvia. Ignore her. I’m already calling Daeguk Ilbo. Ah, Reporter Kim? Got a scoop for you—run it as is. What’s up—”
“—Yeah, I’m actually dating President Hogu. Yes. Right, I’m gay. Yes yes.”
AHH!! Saved! My brother’s finally here to rescue me from these crazy bastards!
“Wait! Sojun! Are you insane!!”
Pfft. Things get fun the moment Oppa shows up. Kim Hogu, who was all high and mighty, panicking like that. He goes wild trying to snatch the phone from his top agency star.
“What the hell are you doing?! This is actually connected to the press!”
“Why so mad, President?”
“Why?! Do you know what’ll happen tomorrow?! What’s wrong with you... drugs?! Hidden camera?!”
“Why are you freaking out, President?”
“That’s my line! Don’t you know what you just did?! Saying we’re dating?! Why lie like that!!”
Kim Hogu’s furious, veins bulging on his forehead in panic. That’s when Oppa cuts in.
“Ah, you’re that Kim Hogu prick who’s all show-off, right?”
“Who the fuck are you?! You’re why Sojun’s acting weird! What’d you do?! Who let you into the VIP seat anyway?! Get out! I know the owner!”
Kim Hogu pulls out his phone to flaunt his status, dialing.
“Hey, President Choi. It’s me. I’m in your VIP room—come here now. Some psycho barged in. What? You’re already here? Perfect. Hurry!”
“What’ll they do?”
“Kick you out! Obvious, right?!”
But 30 seconds later, the owner couple dashes in and spectacularly betrays Kim Hogu’s expectations. The wife bows to Oppa the second she enters, and the owner punches screaming Kim Hogu right in the face.
“President Choi, you mad?!”
“You dare tell me to kick out our master? Want me to stab you with a kitchen knife?”
“Master of the couple?! What bullshit?”
“I already offered my wife and daughter to him—don’t be rude to our master, or I’ll toss you off the roof.”
“...What? What crazy talk!”
Of course. That’s my Oppa-level.
“Ah, no biggie. Just hypnotized the whole staff, waiters, and owner couple at once. Took under 10 seconds.”
“Yes, Master.”
The middle-aged wife bows politely to Oppa. Ah. Oppa’s the strongest, as expected.
“You crazy fucks!! What the hell?! I’m calling the cops! You’re all done!!”
“Calm down.”
“Haa, yeah, calm down.”
His finger stops on 112. Kim Hogu instantly relaxes.
“Why get so mad? Just date Sojun for real. Become a real gay couple.”
“Ah, that works. Sorry I overreacted. Thanks for telling me.”
“Where’s the key for that Ferrari in the lot?”
“Right here.”
“I’ll take that too.”
“Sure. It’s yours now.”
“I don’t wanna eat with gay fags, so hold hands and fuck off.”
“Got it. Sojun, let’s go.”
“Yes, President.”
“Not President—honey.”
“Yes, honey.”
“Don’t do gross shit—get out.”
Pfft. He made them gay but calls it gross. Classic Oppa.
Aaah, everything’s so fun since Oppa arrived.
“Bring the most expensive menu here. Not paying, obviously.”
“Yes, Master. I’ll abuse the staff if needed for the best dishes.”
Oppa sits naturally, treating the owner like a minion. Then, he gives a smoldering look to cowering Silvia.
“You the Russian commie bitch? Tits are huge, yeah.”
“...C, CRAZY! CRAZY!!”
“Speak Korean or die, you slut.”
“You’re insane! All of you!”
What hypnosis will Oppa hit Silvia with? My pussy’s already getting wet. Hehe.