Chapter 101
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: Bae Da-hye in Need of Comfort (3)
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Fortunately, my false accusation was easily cleared up.
The only objective proof that Ji-su and I weren't blood siblings was our appearances.
Beyond things you could see with your own eyes—like faces, builds, and body hair—there wasn't much else we could use as evidence.
But Seol I-seom and Park A-young took Ji-su's word for it without question.
They seemed ready to believe the story that she had been abandoned in a sinkhole as a child and that her parents had coincidentally taken in and raised that discarded kid.
So all the way to Da-hye's place, I wanted to ask.
"Do Ji-su and I really look that different?"
But in the end, I couldn't bring myself to voice the question.
Whether objectively or subjectively, the difference was clear. Even if my face score had skyrocketed from 42 to 49 points, in the eyes of people lounging in the 80+ range, that gap probably didn't look so big.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A-young punched in the door lock password and stepped aside.
As the front door swung open, Ji-su, standing beside me, muttered softly.
"Ugh... booze smell... How much did she drink?"
I tried sniffing too, watching Ji-su pinch her nose and grimace.
But I didn't smell any alcohol.
Her senses must be sharper than mine; she'd picked it up first.
We stepped inside, and the living room came into view—a total disaster.
Sofa, low table, floor—booze bottles littered every surface.
Too many to even guess the count at a glance.
Some had tipped over, spilling liquor that soaked the floor.
Da-hye lay sprawled on the sofa.
Deep in sleep, eyes closed, one leg dangling off the edge.
Her wide-open legs revealed black panties peeking through.
Her black cotton tee was rolled up past halfway, highlighting her slim torso and the H-shaped piercing in her navel.
"Da-hye..."
Feeling sorry for her, I gently lifted her up and sat her on the sofa.
She still hadn't come to.
Didn't even seem to notice me supporting her body.
That's when Park A-young silently activated her skill to clean the living room.
A massive water orb floated in the center, tendrils sweeping over Da-hye and the room.
Wherever A-young's skill passed, no dirt remained.
The spilled booze on the floor, the stains on Da-hye's clothes and skin—all gone.
"That's a seriously practical skill."
It was Seol I-seom.
She'd barely stepped a few feet inside from the entryway, peeking her head out as she muttered.
Seol I-seom wasn't coming any closer to me.
She'd accepted the mission to guard us after hearing Ji-su out, but she'd kept her distance the whole way, scanning the surroundings.
"Haa... Oppa, take her to her room and lay her down. Let's clean up here first."
Ji-su grumbled as she picked up scattered bottles.
One minute she's pissed about me heading to that married woman's place, the next she's stepping up to tidy the house.
Whoever's little sister she is, the girl's got a good heart.
"Unnie, help out a bit."
"...Me? Why should I?"
Seol I-seom scowled, brows furrowing in annoyance.
"You just gonna stand there forever?"
"My job is to protect you two. Unless an Amazoness shows up, I have no obligation to move."
"Haa... Fine."
Ji-su let out a deep sigh and started cleaning the living room with A-young.
I carefully scooped Da-hye up so as not to wake her and headed to the bedroom.
"Oppa."
"...Yeah?"
I paused on the way to the bedroom and turned around.
"You've been here before, haven't you? You knew right where the bedroom was."
Oh crap.
Had I turned too naturally?
Ji-su eyed me with heavy suspicion.
"Uh... apartments all have similar layouts... You can tell that's the bedroom at a glance?"
"Yeah? I thought maybe... since the wallpaper in those photos of yours looked like this place... that the spot where you three secretly filmed videos and took pics without me knowing was here... Guess not, huh?"
"..."
I stood there dumbfounded, speechless.
Ji-su let out a dry chuckle and went back to sorting bottles.
"I-I'll just lay her down and come out?"
"..."
I glanced at Ji-su, then slipped into Da-hye's bedroom.
As soon as I entered, memories of our threesome here flooded back.
The bed where Park A-young had spread herself open, waiting for me to thrust in.
The time Bae Da-hye and Park A-young pressed bellies together, kissing, while I dipped my cock once each into their stacked pussies.
I gently laid Da-hye on that same bed steeped in threesome memories.
Unable to straighten up right away, I hovered over her in that perfect pouncing position, gazing down intently.
Her face was too stunning to hide behind sunglasses.
Ji-su, A-young, Seol I-seom—they all had gorgeous faces, but Da-hye's screamed celebrity.
The kind that could strut a red carpet under flashing cameras.
"She must've cried a lot..."
I slowly wiped the dried tear tracks from her eyes, and Da-hye fluttered hers open.
Her pale irises looked up at me.
Since I'd been staring at her face, our eyes met.
Our gazes locked, and we stared at each other in silence for a long moment.
"Ji-ham-ssi..."
Her voice calling my name lacked strength.
Her breath carried the scent of alcohol, her expression shadowed by anxiety and fear.
I startled when her eyes suddenly opened, but I kept my cool, stroking her face soothingly.
"What kinda booze did you drown in this much?"
"Ji-ham-ssi?"
"Why not just call me? I'd have come drink with you."
"...Why'd you come?"
I smiled at her quivering voice.
"I was worried?"
"I'd finally sorted my feelings out..."
"Sorted? You planning to cut me off now?"
"..."
Da-hye's lips parted like she wanted to say something, but she couldn't quite voice it clearly.
What had she been thinking, trying to "sort" me out like that?
I gave her a light kiss and asked again.
"You don't wanna see me anymore?"
"..."
Da-hye shook her head.
Good, she hadn't grown sick of me.
"Then why say that?"
"...It's all my fault. I looked elsewhere and got punished for it."
"..."
"I thought my husband's heart had changed... But he probably didn't want it that way... It just happened bit by bit without him realizing... And I, who was closest, didn't even notice..."
Tears started plopping from Da-hye's eyes.
Her voice pitched oddly, thick with moisture.
"I should've noticed... I just ignored it... Didn't even talk properly because it didn't suit my tastes... Couldn't comfort him... Just chased my own desires... And killed my husband..."
"What are you talking about."
I stroked her cheek, tone firm.
"How's that your fault? How'd you kill him?"
"B-but..."
"You're not the bad guy. The villain who ate away at Kim Cheol-su's mind and drove him to death—that's the bad one."
"But... if I'd just paid better attention to my husband... noticed the weird signs and asked for help... No one knew him better than me... I should've..."
"Da-hye. People don't even fully understand themselves. How could you perfectly grasp someone like Kim Cheol-su and spot what was wrong?"
"..."
"It was unavoidable. Like a natural disaster. Don't blame yourself for sudden misfortune. You're a victim too."
Da-hye broke into sobs at my words.
I hugged her tight, like soothing a child.
She clung to me fiercely, burying her face in my neck.
"Oppa..."
That's when Ji-su pushed open the door and entered the master bedroom.
Probably checking since I was taking too long.
"Sob... Hic..."
She froze at the sight of Da-hye sobbing in my arms.
I raised a hand, signaling it was unavoidable.
"Haa..."
Ji-su sighed deeply, ran a hand through her hair a few times, then shut the door and left.
Seemed like it was okay to comfort Da-hye until she calmed down.
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.
.
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"..."
After Jeong Ji-ham took the drunk woman into the bedroom,
we finished cleaning the living room spotless and gathered around the kitchen table.
"So... the woman in there right now is Hunter Kim Cheol-su's wife?"
Ji-su nodded at my question.
"Yes."
"But why..."
Before I could finish, a faint groan like a puppy whining tickled my ears.
My hypersensitive hearing, which I didn't want to use right now, caught the woman's voice.
Anyone could tell it was a woman in the throes of sex.
At first, I wondered if Jeong Ji-ham was forcing himself on the drunk woman, but that didn't seem right.
If so, she wouldn't be moaning "Harder!" or "Yes!" like that.
"Hunter Kim Cheol-su's wife... why's she... doing that with your brother?"
"God, where do I even start..."
Ji-su drummed her fingers on the table, choosing her words.
Meanwhile, the rhythmic slap of flesh and the woman's ecstatic, animal-like moans kept piercing the walls without end.