Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: Party Entry
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Darin unnie was holding up a T-Panty and giving a passionate lecture, her eyes just like Isabelle's.
'Are they the same species or something?'
"Ga-eul, are you even listening to me?"
While I was lost in brief contemplation, she was blocking my path, worried I'd run off alone.
💬 Live Chat — [lol room leader changed] — [This room's lineage: Leader → Snowy → Chandelier → Snowy] — [Snowy has more shares lol] — [Welcome Professor Snowy] "Snowy, this thing's packed with a ton of uncles, okay? Play with them like before, got it?"
"Long-eared nobles."
"Right, long-eared nobles. Elves."
— [Don't teach her weird shit] — [Proper! Edu! Ca! Tion! Proper! Edu! Ca! Tion!] — [Evil CEO step down!!] I caught Snowy jumping into my arms and placed her on the desk.
"Ga-eul, all set?"
"Yeah. All good."
Pulled along by the urgent Isabelle, I ended up in doll mode for the first time in ages, getting dressed by her.
"For big-chested girls, clothes that are too tight look over-the-top, and too loose make you look chubby. The middle ground is key."
"Just give me anything."
"Ga-eul?"
Isabelle's mouth dropped wide open. She was overreacting to every word I said, just like the viewers.
"How can you say something so cruel? I'm Isabelle. I absolutely won't tolerate you dressing sloppily in front of me."
"That was... a North Korean pun."
"What? No way. Don't say that. How could a country like that even exist?"
I mentally apologized once to the North Pig, then became Isabelle's fashion-sensitive doll.
"Let's go with something that fits Ga-eul's image. You're insanely fresh and sweet, right? Since it's a yacht party and not too formal, how about a neat, light Ivy League vibe?"
"My image? Hmm, I look like a sloppy, drab mess with no answers..."
"What are you talking about? The first time I saw you, I thought the doll had come to life. Quit smoking—if Ga-eul gets sick, it's humanity's loss."
Fresh? I'd freeze to death first. Hearing that abroad made me cringe so hard I could barely stand it.
Even amid that, Isabelle was holding clothes up to my body.
"Ivy League is too heavy. It crushes Ga-eul's cuteness too much."
"Cu... cute..."
The horrific word tortured my ears.
"This is out. How about something a bit more preppy?"
"What's Ivy League and what's preppy?"
"Both started as school uniforms. Ivy League is prim and proper, preppy adds casual flair to that. Try this on."
No time for questions—she gave a quick explanation and shoved the clothes at me.
I put on the outfit Isabelle handed me and checked the full-length mirror in the room. It wasn't a uniform, but it had that strong schoolgirl feel.
A white collared shirt with a pleated skirt. Even to my untrained eye, it screamed high-end and expensive.
"Isabelle? This is pretty, but is school uniform vibes right for a party?"
"Perfect."
Isabelle flashed a thumbs-up, looking almost touched.
"Ga-eul, as expected, runway..."
"No way."
Isabelle, full of regret, beckoned me closer.
"Clothes live or die by their accents."
She pulled a ribbon from her bag, wrapped it around my neck once, and tied it loosely under the collar.
The ribbon's center had a gold emblem, making it look luxurious despite the simplicity.
"No accent makes it too plain. Too bold is tiring to look at. So, a small accent that lifts the whole vibe is crucial."
Her gentle hands tying the ribbon felt nice as she explained softly.
"All done."
I stepped to the mirror, twisting this way and that. Amid the elegance, cuteness and freshness coexisted perfectly.
After staring at the mirror for a while, I felt eyes on me and turned to Isabelle, who nodded in satisfaction.
"Like it?"
"Yeah, love it."
"Good. Now hair... hmm, no need to fix it. Makeup... probably not either. What does this girl eat to look like this?"
In the end, I just enjoyed her pleasant brushing and stood up.
"Time to head out. We've delayed a lot."
Heading back to where I'd mounted the phone, I saw Snowy perched on it, showing off.
Rolling around.
— [So cute jingling around] — [Leader too cute] — [Jingling!] 💰 Donation — Wasabi Powder donated 10,000 won — [Reaction god lol] — [Whoa~ Is this the in-city S-rank cool beauty super bunny?] "My friend can even do stuff like that?"
The chat was so ridiculous, Isabelle's quip from beside me barely registered.
"These bastards are really due for a dose of meds."
— [Wait, that's the former leader's voice?] — [Fr lol almost forgot] I approached the desk and scooped up the showboating Snowy.
— [???? Who's this?] — [Always in baggy clothes, now insane] — [Crazy, send Ga-eul to congress!] — [Sorry Snowy throne, ex-leader too strong] — [Leader hot af and outfit fire too] "Bastards, isn't noona pretty?"
— [Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!!!] — [Fuck she's gorgeous!!!] — [Should've worn stuff like that sooner, even VP's pretty clothes worn sloppy] The reaction was more explosive than expected. I'd only worn the outfits unnie gave me for occasional streams, then stuck to comfy clothes after.
"Ga-eul, I swear on my name—the star of tonight's party will be you."
A strange feeling washed over me amid the barrage of compliments flying in.
"Guys, can you handle this? It's Trala clothes."
— [Leader pretty even in Rocati lol] — [Fr lol] "My babies, all you've got is flattery now. Anyway, who wants to party with this pretty noona!"
— [Let's go!!!!!!!!] — [Gonna enjoy party with chicken, hurry up lol] Knock, knock.
Suddenly bombarded with praise. To hide my embarrassment, I raised my voice needlessly when a perfectly timed knock sounded.
"Miss, it's the butler."
"Yes, coming!"
Opening the door revealed Grandpa Kamar's mustache sharper than usual.
"Grandpa Kamar, you look sharp today."
"Ho ho, you're the best, miss."
"Thank you. Come in."
"No need. We should depart right away to make the time."
Pulling out a pocket watch like in the movies made Grandpa Kamar look quite romantic.
"And miss, the cash-out is complete. Here."
"What's this?"
What Grandpa handed me was a familiar Korean-style bankbook and a single card.
"Proceeds from selling the gold bars you entrusted. Clean money—use it freely."
I flipped open the bankbook, saw the endless zeros, and snapped it shut.
"Um... Grandpa, what do you mean 'clean money'?"
"Exactly what it sounds like."
At Grandpa Kamar's kind smile, reopening the book somehow felt shady.
"No taxes? It starts with 16."
"Handled cleanly, so no worries."
Clean again. I wanted to ask how, but thinking of the gun tucked in his prim clothes killed the question.
Still, he kept calling me pretty, so paradoxically, it felt reassuring.
"Right on time. We're late—let's go."
Amid my scattered thoughts, a voice called, and turning revealed Isabelle grabbing my mount and Snowy.
— [Dizzy!!] — [Isabelle dangling the phone lol] "The car is ready."
Hurried by the "late" talk, we rushed downstairs and boarded the car Grandpa Kamar drove off.
"Isabelle, whatcha doing?"
"SNS."
Too busy for more, the chat cut off.
Snowy, tuckered from morning antics, dozed in my lap. Stroking her, I gazed out the window until a massive ship came into view.
"We've arrived."
"Thanks for driving."
Stepping out, the enormous ship loomed—intimidatingly huge to those below.
"No way, insane."
Realizing something that big moved hit different.
I'd figured a light party meant a small yacht from movies, but this was a luxury cruise liner.
"Departure's near—must board quickly."
Up the stairs through the low door under the hull, an endlessly long corridor stretched out.
"Ga-eul, this place has everything. Restaurants, casino, deck pool."
"You've been here often, Isabelle?"
"It runs periodically."
Grandpa Kamar led to the deck via stairs—or so I thought; the ship had elevators.
— [Crazy, elevator on a ship] — [Take shoes off to board] Ding!
The elevator doors opened with a loud chime to a paradise-like scene.
Ornate decorations, lights ready to blaze at night. A massive central pool with sunbeds. Jaw-dropping.
— [What deck is school field size?] — [Insane, when will I ever see this] "Miss, main party's at night. Free to roam till then."
"Ooh, got it. Where you headed, Grandpa?"
"Apologies—the young master had business and couldn't greet you. I must assist."
"Ah, Red boarded early. Go ahead, Grandpa."
"Yes, miss. Use the security bracelet if anything happens."
"Sure."
Sending off the worrywart grandpa finally freed me.
"Guys, adventure time?"
— [Hell yeah] — [Gotta go lol] — [Romance] "Isabelle?"
"I'm good. Go have fun."
Isabelle quickly claimed a railing table with ocean view, sipping waiter-delivered wine while fiddling with her phone.
"Guys, let's go!!"
— [Whoosh whoosh] — [So hyped lol] — [Basketball hoop over there too] — [CEO show us a dunk!!]