Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: The Evil Lord's Tale and the Male Prostitute's
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I woke up.
It had been bright when I lay down on the hotel bed,
but now the room was shrouded in total darkness.
Outside the window, Gwangandaegyo Bridge glowed purple, and the sky held just a lone moon hanging there.
How many hours had I slept?
The clock read 11 p.m.
I'd dozed off around 4, so about seven hours.
I'd slept so soundly that even right after waking, my vision was crystal clear.
As my mind sharpened, I finally realized just how wrecked I'd been the past two days.
I'd wandered around in a half-hypnotic daze like it was nothing.
I'm lucky I didn't cause an accident.
With my mind clear now, I replayed the last two days.
The packed GPEX event hall swarming with people.
Dalnyangnim's flu diagnosis.
In that moment of crisis, Dahye peeking out from behind the Rosanne banner.
Close my eyes and skip a day, and there she was—Dahye transformed into Rosanne.
Reciting her lines with those seductive eyes... she was Rosanne herself, no doubt.
Was I out of my mind, so my memories got romanticized?
I don't know.
The events of the past two days were so dynamic that reality itself felt shattered.
But the funny thing? After a solid sleep, this moment felt even less real.
Someone once said reality's job is to shoulder-tackle you at your happiest.
Whoever said that was an idiot.
Now, after two days of shutdown mode, I'd finally returned to reality.
And right before my eyes... lay happiness incarnate.
'Damn, she really is something...'
I meant Dahye, passed out cold.
She must've been exhausted—arms and legs splayed out like a starfish, mouth wide open, sleeping so sweetly.
The problem was her bathrobe had slipped down completely. Her lower half was barely covered by the waist tie, but...
Those massive breasts stood proud even in the moonlight.
70E cups covered only at the essentials with nipple patches.
Is this really reality?
Sigh...
Dahye must be starving right now.
She barely ate anything while getting fitted for the costume and fasted almost the whole day.
So I should fix her clothes, shake her shoulder to wake her, and say, "Dahye, wanna go grab something delicious?"
But I froze, trapped in indecision.
The thought in my head wasn't about waking her for food.
No—instead, I wanted to approach Dahye like this,
pull her into a tight embrace, bury my face in her chest, and breathe in her scent deeply.
Oh man! Perverted thoughts about a sleeping girl.
But it wasn't me being weird.
Dahye was just so stunning it was hard to stay rational.
Hell, if I did something that crude, she might even like it.
Snap out of it—her beauty isn't mine...
Time to fix her clothes.
"Mm..."
I pulled Dahye's robe back up over her shoulders and readjusted the waist tie to cover her properly.
Hmm... my mind's clearing up too.
The issue was those breasts.
Only after they vanished from view did reason return.
Now before me was Dahye the gamer girl, prettily asleep in her white robe.
Her defenseless face breathing softly, worry-free—it was a sight to behold.
I had to wake her, but man, I didn't want to.
I leaned back against the headboard and gazed down at sleeping Dahye.
How could a person be this pretty?
Come to think of it, that first moment at the cafe felt the same.
Like my body was floating skyward, swimming between dream and reality.
But I knew the truth.
Then and now, at the cafe too,
it was just ordinary situations making my hormones go wild.
Love at first sight, plain and simple.
I'd tried denying it while spending days with her, but...
The truth was this:
I'd fallen in love with Park Dahye.
No need for evidence when it comes to love, sure, but...
I just couldn't wrap my head around these feelings.
Feelings are feelings, but
Dahye looked so pretty asleep that I decided to touch her cheek.
She kneads my face like dough all the time anyway.
This much should be fine.
I brushed the hair from her face, trailing my fingers over her forehead and down her cheek.
And in that moment,
the awakened evil lord spoke.
"Ugh! Wha...t are you doing?"
But the male prostitute didn't panic.
"Your sleeping face was so hot, I was just admiring it."
"Ugh... I said look only when I'm pretty... That's mean... Stop staring!"
Shocked by my words, her half-asleep face twisted hilariously.
Brows furrowed in an inverted V, lips pouting.
Hmm, smokescreen worked perfectly.
If only she'd stayed sulky, but she mercilessly yanked my face with both arms.
This way, I couldn't see her face anymore, but...
Park Dahye... hugging me feels so natural now.
Does she know how I feel?
I'd just tried suppressing my desires, only to circle back to this crude ending.
With my face buried in Dahye's chest, I inhaled her scent with all my might.
Her beauty isn't mine... but this wasn't my intent either, so count it as legal.
Wait... why can't I breathe?
I swear I saw like 200 "sis, I'm dying" posts on the community today.
I'm actually dying.
"Mmph! Le...t go! Can't... breathe!"
"Mommy!"
"Hah! Holy shit, thought I was a goner."
"Whoa... sorry... didn't know squeezing that hard blocks air."
She didn't know?
I didn't either.
That big breasts can actually suffocate you.
Valuable info...
"Dahye, enough now—let's go eat. Timing'll get weird if we don't."
"Yeah... I am hungry... but no way!"
I got sucked back into Dahye's embrace again.
Manly Kwon Seonghyeon's strength could toss her with one arm, but my body wouldn't obey.
Probably hormones messing with me again.
So I helplessly closed my eyes in her cleavage.
She's a 40,000 defense tank right now—no helping it.
Supporter me can't win with brute force.
"Seonghyeon~."
"What."
"Just wanted to say your name."
"Aren't you hungry? Tell me what you wanna eat."
"Whatcha got?"
"Pig's trotter soup, spicy seafood noodles... tons if I search. We're in Busan—let's eat good. Phone search?"
"Nah. You'll escape."
"I almost died, so let go."
"Nope. I carried today, so behave."
"Dahye."
"No tricks. No lies. Just behave."
Foolish girl.
I may not beat you in strength, but I can subdue you without lifting a finger.
40,000 defense? Useless against magic attacks.
"Park Dahye, you stink."
"Kyaaah!"
See that?
Instant distance—perfect effect.
Otherwise we'd roll around in bed forever, but one word sent her fleeing outside it.
And sniffling, she said,
"Whoa... Do I really stink that bad?"
Who doesn't smell a bit?
She sniffed my belly earlier today too.
So I'll say it boldly.
Park Dahye! You reek, so don't come near me carelessly!
Like this!
Then we'll keep strict boundaries.
She won't approach me, and I'll escape the evil lord's castle to freedom.
Freedom in bed too—no daytime clinging outside.
Hmm, perfect.
Okay, say it.
"Of course you stink."
"Sorry... I had no idea. You always smell nice... I showered too... Thought it'd be fine... Sorry."
Dahye alternated sniffing her arms, face screaming she wanted to bolt from the room.
Couldn't approach me, couldn't flee outside—just fidgeting anxiously.
Worked too well.
I didn't mean to make her that uneasy.
But no backing down.
"Don't worry about it—let's eat. Everyone smells, it's human."
"That bad? Should I shower again?"
"Nah. Just go."
"But... what if I bother people..."
Won't fall for that pitiful look.
Dahye's scent was dizzyingly sweet, really.
Our home lavender body wash or the hotel's rose one smelled amazing on her.
But if I don't say she stinks now, I lose my only weapon.
Facing the male prostitute life bare-handed? No way.
"Kidding— you smell amazing."
Why'd those words come out?
Right—I'm the idiot.
At my single line, Dahye's furrowed brows smoothed out.
Cheeks flushing red.
She must've been really hurt.
Face relaxed, but lips quivering like she might cry.
"For real? I smell good?"
"Amazingly good. Joking to make you let go."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
And so the tale of the evil lord and male prostitute ended.
I hadn't even used my hands again,
and met the same crude ending for the third time.
Dahye always warps my reality, so call this a time loop.
Those loops where no matter how you struggle against fate, you hit the same ending.
Not because I'm dumb or lovesick—pathetic reasons like that.
I'm trapped in a time loop, flailing for air in Dahye's chest.
"For real? Then sniff me quick!"
My hard-won weapon became my weakness, but
fate's fate—no helping it.
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