Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Park Dahye's Three Wishes (2)
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Whoa, slow motion again.
Her half-sleeved character looks cropped, or her teary red eyes resemble eyeliner—Park Dahye had been spamming weird skills since we first met...
Now it hit me: even this constant slow-motion effect must be one of her skills.
That body floating through the air like a pink-pajamaed missile.
It suddenly accelerated mid-slow-mo,
and slammed right into me.
"Holy Bodyslam!"
"Guh!"
"What's with Kwon Seonghyeon's reaction speed~? Can't even dodge this~?"
Oh, man.
I admit my reflexes are trash 'cause I'm older, but you're no kid yourself—what's with the bodyslam at your age?
Of course, she was so light it didn't hurt...
"Hey, what're you doing...? You hurt your wrist—be more careful."
"That's why I landed on my butt~."
"You trying to kill a sleeping guy?"
"Knew you weren't asleep. You snore like 'snoo-snoo' when you sleep, but there was total silence?"
Ugh... There were noises outside the door earlier—I guess it wasn't my imagination.
Sneaking around outside for sound play?
What happens when a priest pulls thief skills?
Park Dahye ignored my glare completely, yanked the pillow from under my arm where I was hugging it, and plopped it by her head.
Then she slipped under the covers and flashed a smug grin.
The bed filled with fragrance in an instant.
We use the same shampoo, rinse, and body wash, so why do girls carry the scent so much better?
Mine fades after a bit.
Lavender wafted softly from Dahye's fluffy, dried hair.
A thief who doesn't even use deodorant—what an idiot.
"What's with that triumphant look? Why'd you come if you're not sleeping?"
"Here to claim my final wish. Hand it over nice and easy."
Ah, so that's the debt collector face.
No wonder she's so bold.
Park Dahye, straight shooter to her desires—I figured she'd burn through three wishes in no time.
But this is way faster than I thought.
I expected her to game till morning, maybe late evening, then claim the rest late at night.
Not a bedtime ambush.
And calling out the final wish specifically? Kinda bittersweet.
"I'm going to sleep now. What wish? Tell me tomorrow."
"No way. I'm heading back tomorrow anyway—this is my last shot."
"You're sleeping here right now? Even if you claim it, I'm not leaving this bed."
"Do what you want. I don't care~."
With that, Park Dahye suddenly flipped around, turning her back to me.
New pattern unlocked.
I thought her quirky personality meant she didn't sulk.
Was my attitude that annoying?
I didn't do anything wrong, but seeing her wrinkle-free face like that made me feel guilty anyway.
"Hey, nerd, you mad?"
"Nerd, yeah. Mad, no."
"Then turn around. Show me your face."
"Nah. This position's perfect."
"Perfect how? I'll grant your wish, so turn."
"No~ I'm really not mad. It's just for the wish. My third one's this, y'know."
"This? What's that?"
"What you did yesterday. That."
What I did yesterday?
Yesterday? The drunken, blackout-80% ugly yesterday?
How am I supposed to know?
All I remember is pounding booze, holding your hand... and cringy lines.
Ugh... Hate thinking about it, but besides groping your chest while passing out, nothing else.
That horrific photo flashes in my mind again.
Tried forgetting it. Damn. Need to blanket-kick, but half the blanket's stolen.
"I seriously don't remember, so spit it out straight. I'll grant it if I can."
"I don't even know what to call it. I want you to do what you did while we slept yesterday... but I don't know the name... You saw the photo, so just do that."
What did I just hear?
Photo? She means that photo?
"Sigh..."
I froze, pondering, and Dahye let out a deep sigh before turning back.
She grabbed my right arm, shoved it under her head as a pillow, and turned away again.
Then she fumbled my left hand behind her, pulling it to her front.
The pose she forced was awkward, but finally, I got her wish.
Park Dahye's last wish: exactly like that photo I remember.
Spooning from behind, hands on chest?
No way.
"You wanted a back hug?"
"Oh, that's what it's called? Hehe. Anyway, this is my final wish. Got it now?"
Shocking.
Kim Pokttal using three wishes, zero game-related.
I get the wish, but the twist is huge.
After hearing it, though, it kinda clicks.
Her desire I've been chasing.
Why she's here—I think I see it now.
First wish: lap pillow.
Second: sleepover at my place.
Third: this back hug.
One desire fits all:
Human warmth.
Nothing else makes sense.
Suddenly, it's heartbreaking.
Orphanage kid, solo independence to a gositel.
Living as a gaming wreck there—craving warmth is natural, maybe.
But that naturalness breaks my heart.
At twenty.
Age for family, friends, lovers, teachers, relatives overflowing with love.
Such a pretty, bright girl.
Can't hold a handful of warmth, so begging it from me after two days.
Her back relaxing in my arms, steady breaths, faint heartbeat—too sad to bear.
I wrapped my rigid right arm around her shoulder, left around her waist.
This back hug's her hard-won right.
I owe her my best effort.
"Ehehe, hee! Stop~ It tickles!"
"What? Only spot for my hand is your waist."
"Touch my boobs instead! It's tickling~."
Oof. That's what I wanted to avoid.
She mercilessly yanked my waist-holding hand forward with force.
All my nerves rushed to my hand.
Then... something inevitably touched.
Cream-soft, ridiculously ample for her size.
And both, sandwiching my hand in the middle.
Two a.m. torture? Too much.
Heartbreak shattered.
But she grumbled like nothing was wrong.
"Boobs between us? Touch anytime you want—you have full permission."
"Park Dahye, no shame at all?"
"Nope~."
"Might be fine for you, but think of me. It's embarrassing..."
"My wish, though? You lost the bet."
"Well... can't argue that..."
"Right? Nighty-night, Seonghyeon. Heehee."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Park Dahye's asleep now, I think.
No words, no movement—just steady breathing.
All I feel: lavender scent, occasional tickling hair on my nose, faint skin smell from her nape.
Remembering our first meeting.
She was pure, innocently smiling, couldn't even order coffee properly.
But after learning who I am, her attitude shifted.
Dries my hair freely, wears my underwear, does intense skinship like this without a care.
Actions only a human-relations veteran would do—to me, no hesitation.
Now I know why.
Narrative Games' Kwon Seonghyeon was just a kind businessman to Park Dahye.
But Billion Saga's Kwon Seonghyeon Fighter? Her one person to share warmth with.
From stranger to family—that's the change.
I, mere game friend, was her only family.
It saddened me at first, but now it's better this way.
Better than her enduring alone in that gositel without warmth,
or begging it from some stranger.
Relief knowing insignificant me can lend some.
Maybe, like she said at the BBQ joint,
I can be her rest spot, nest, shelter, home, hometown—something like that.
Oh man, yeah—time to admit it.
I want something from Park Dahye.
That "evil stock" wish coupon.
Now it's essential.
If someone gave me one wish,
I'd wish this:
"Dahye, you up?"
"Mmm... no."
"Thinking of buying veggies tomorrow."
"Huh? Veggies out of nowhere...?"
"Yeah, carrots, radish, onions."
"Making something tasty again?"
"Yeah. Maybe braised short ribs for dinner."
"Sounds good."
"But there's always leftover veggies after—that's the issue."
"Hm... Fry 'em into rice later. Wait, radish might be weird."
"Nah, not that."
"Then?"
"One more mouth means no leftovers, right? So..."
"Uh...?"
"Rent's a waste for you, veggies for me—so how about party play like always?"
"...What're you saying?"
"Just don't go. Stay here."
Might vanish pointlessly in years, or leave huge regrets,
might ruin both our lives with my nosy meddling.
But right now, this is what I want.
"I granted your three wishes—give me one room. Park Dahye. Live here. My wish."
"..."
"Why silent? I agonized over it. Hate it? Say no."
"No... I like it. I'm not going."
Thought I'd die of embarrassment if rejected. Phew.
Her voice came back, stuffed full of held-back emotion.
Head turned, thinking she's hiding it?
Your arm pillow's soaked—I feel it all.
Embarrassing.
For this awkward vibe, time for the magic spell.
"70E."
"Whoa. How'd you know?"
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