College Student.
College Student.
The moment I woke up that morning, after some light exercise with Da-yeon, we changed into our swimsuits.
The swimsuits we'd secretly prepared without our parents knowing...
Thanks to diligent upkeep, you could see the solar plexus between her pretty breasts, delicate as translucent water droplets.
"Wow..."
The instant I boldly opened the door, my eyes met Dad's.
I naturally shut the door again and locked it. Then I changed back into a sensible swimsuit.
The moment I stepped outside, Dad was standing right there in front of the door, staring a hole through me.
"What."
"Hand it over."
"Hand what over?"
"Shall I go find it myself?"
"I'm a legal adult, you know? You're seriously gonna go rummaging through a young lady's room?!"
Dad hesitated for a moment, then heaved a sigh and went back to the sofa.
The pool on the 48th floor was one of the building's amenities.
Of the people who used the pool, Da-yeon and I were the youngest, but—
maybe someone new had moved in, or maybe a kid had grown up. A girl who looked to be about middle-school age was enthusiastically enjoying a swim.
As I stood watching the little one swim with Da-yeon, the student noticed we were looking at her and came over.
"I know you!"
"Hm, it'd be weird if you didn't, right?"
"Well, yeah, teehee. My name's Kim Hyun-hee. I moved here last month!"
"Nice to meet you. This here's Da-yeon."
"I know you too!"
Da-yeon beamed a bright smile.
"Whoa... your boobs are insane. How do you maintain them?"
"Uh...? Um..."
Da-yeon couldn't get her words out, so I whispered beside her.
"I fondle them every single day~"
"Whoa, so if someone fondles them, they get bigger?"
"Of course~ Want me to fondle yours?"
""......""
"Why are you both looking at me like that?"
""......""
After enjoying our swim first thing in the morning, we went back home, where Dad was doing a livestream from the game room.
Dad looked at me, showered and already changed.
"Si-yoon, you wanna do a variety show?"
The long-running Next-Door Hyungnim had come to an end with its final broadcast two months ago, and I didn't particularly feel like appearing on any other show.
Nowadays, the only variety show I watched for fun was on Happy Saturday.
"What kind of variety show?"
"Something like a corner diner."
"Mm... not really feeling it?"
I walked up to the camera to see what Dad was doing.
"A weapon tournament?"
"You pick what you'd choose if a zombie outbreak happened."
"Doing useless crap like that and acting like it's so fun."
"Wanna try it once?"
Dad tried to give me his seat.
"I haven't even finished drying my hair yet."
"I'll dry it for you~"
I nodded vaguely and sat down in front of the camera.
When I plopped down, my chest jiggled with a thud as if in response.
"Ah. I'm not wearing a bra. Hold on, let me grab some underwear."
"Hey!"
Dad hurried to cover the camcorder, but honestly, he was the one who'd sat me down, so why was he getting mad at me?
And anyway, I was wearing a boxy tee, so nothing especially sexual had been broadcast.
When I sat back down, the chat was still running red-hot.
"Hm... a zombie outbreak weapon tournament, huh. Well, I have played a major supporting role, so I can't exactly sit this one out, can I?"
"..."
The screen said Round of 32, so I tilted my head.
"How can there be 32 weapons? Anyway, I'll do this with the mindset that I've become my character Ga-in."
The very first weapons that came up were a hand hoe and a bamboo sword.
"A bamboo sword, you kidding? You can get beaten to death and still not die, right? Easy, hand hoe."
People sensed something was off right from the start and started spamming question marks in the chat.
When a wooden sword and a pickaxe appeared, I smirked.
"Ah, so it's that kind of vibe? They already have zero intention of fighting zombies with these choices. A wooden sword, what is this. We're not gonna have a fencing match with zombies, right? Better grab a pickaxe and mine some ore. If Virilanium drops, it's jackpot."
Iron pipe and entrenching shovel.
"Oh, looks like they've actually got some will to fight. Honestly, an entrenching shovel is pretty damn sharp, right? The power-to-efficiency ratio is overwhelming."
— Eh, an iron pipe's a one-hit kill too if you get hit.
Dad watched me doing the broadcast, then headed out to get breakfast ready.
Right at the same time, donations came in like they were refuting what I'd said...
— How do you even kill a zombie with an entrenching shovel?
"...? Wanna get hit by me and see? Whether you die or don't die? Shut up before I jab you with the corner. Pow, right in the kisser."
The moment Dad left, my language turned rough, and people were flustered, but I kept the broadcast rolling regardless.
The next choices were a Joseon sickle and a baseball bat.
"A Joseon sickle, what, like I'm supposed to farm rice later? If you hit with the handle end of the bat, lethality goes up, right?"
— Before you were all about efficiency though...
"You ever handled a sickle? Reach is everything. It's shaped like a giyeok, so you'd get scratched by a zombie's nails before you could embed it in its head. On the other hand, look at a baseball bat. There's a reason they're a staple in every zombie movie and game, yeah?"
If anyone asked why I'd picked the hand hoe earlier, honestly I was just picking whatever I felt like at the moment.
Lethality and all that was on the back burner by now.
"A bamboo spear... whoa, look at that. Honestly feels like a zombie that didn't even have pain receptors would suddenly develop them and hurt. Admit it? If a zombie saw a bamboo spear, it would flip out and run away, no cap."
"Twelve curved bows and five Molotov cocktails, huh... tch, curved bows, no contest. You can shoot and recover, totally doable. Where the hell are you gonna use five Molotovs, you can just scavenge one random car you pass on the street and make like thirty."
My way of speaking was gradually turning into how I talk with Park Ji-hoon, but the reactions were hot and positive.
"Coin shotgun, what's that now. We're not gonna use Meso Explosion, right? If you wanna use this weapon, you'd have to hit the bank first."
Then came a demon-slaying katana and a brick...
"Demon-slaying katana, what a load of bull. The person who made this is probably not right in the head either. And what's this brick, I'd have picked it if it were an Oldowan chopper."
I smirked while reading chat.
— That's a throwing weapon, bro.
— In the Three Little Pigs, they build a house out of bricks.
— Looks safe as hell, fuckin' lmaoooooo
"Ahak, you're insane. Right, right. Build a house out of bricks and you can totally block the wolf's breath attack, no problem."
Chatting with the viewers, I rapidly picked the weapons.
"A golf club and a chainsaw with 120 minutes of use. No need to think about this one, right? You go inside a house to scavenge, you start up the chainsaw, those zombie bastards instinctively feel how screwed they are and go scrambling the hell out of there."
"A trekking pole, you messing with me... Ah, you're saying I can use it like fencing? Ahak. Okay, I've got a gold medal, so I guess I'll pick it."
Just as I'd been choosing for a while, Dad was apparently done with the food and called for me.
"Si-yoon~ time to eat~"
I glanced over at the viewers' chat messages telling me not to leave them.
— It's so cold here...
— Sis, don't leave us behind... It's so cold and scary here.
I switched the broadcasting camera to a portable camera and tried to bring it into the living room, but Dad came over, left a brief sign-off for next time, and casually turned the broadcast off.
I followed Dad into the living room. The smell of gochujang stew filled the space.
"Oh, gochujang stew~"
"Looks good, right?"
Before sitting down, I took the Grandma-style water kimchi out of the fridge.
Gochujang stew with potatoes that had broken down to create a thick, gloopy texture.
A carb-on-carb combo of potatoes over rice, but if you added some water kimchi on top, it tasted incredible.
"Ahh."
"Ahahaha. Is it good?"
"Hm... yeah, yeah. You went to quite some trouble, huh. The flavor is truly excellent."
"I am overwhelmed by Your Majesty's grace."
Dipping the meat in the broth and eating it only made me marvel at Dad's cooking skills, which were improving day by day.
It was a big part of why I specifically ate at home.
"It's really delicious."
"Right? I watched a lot of Chef Baek Jun-won's videos recently."
"Does he really cook that well?"
Dad had once gone on a variety show as a guest where chef Baek Jun-won appeared.
There, Dad had shown off skills that rivaled quite a few famous chefs.
"Yeah, I had his kimchi fried rice, and it was honestly bursting with that restaurant-quality feel."
"Mm, definitely delicious. Oh right, Dad. I'm thinking of dyeing my hair with Da-yeon."
"Oh... pink?"
"Are you crazy?"
"Whyyy~ let's dye it pink~"
As for a few reasons why Dad was acting like this...
I'd worn a pink wig before for a music video shoot, and it had suited me way more than expected.
"If you do it, Dad, then I'll do it too."
"...Dad is... in his forties now though...? Almost fifty soon?"
"What are you saying, for you to be fifty I'd have to be thirty."
"Then, shall we do it together?"
In the end, I took Da-yeon along and we went to get our hair dyed.
Dad got his hair dyed an ash pink, and it suited him way better than I'd imagined.
Needless to say, I got mine a shade slightly lighter than Dad's.
Da-yeon dyed hers ash blue. It made her look a bit cooler, and I think it made her even sexier.
I ran my fingers through my silky hair that now reached my waist and took a picture with Da-yeon.
When the weekend came, I got ready to go out with Da-yeon and we climbed into my new-model Tasla, my white baby.
"Are you really... sure we can go?"
"We're adults~"
"You knew Dad wouldn't approve either... that's why we kept it a secret..."
"Hoo-hoo. So, you not gonna go check it out?"
"No... um... I guess I'm a little scared?"
"Come on~ you make it sound like we're doing something bad?"
"...It is something bad..."
"No, it's not. How is this something bad? We're going to have fun."
"..."
I'd already told Dad that Da-yeon and I were going on an overnight trip to a pool.
I looked at Da-yeon looking anxious and nodded.
"If you don't want to, Da-yeon, we don't have to go. But, I did already spend 10 million won on the tickets..."
"Uh-huh... We should go..."
Honestly, I'm anxious too.
If... we get photographed somewhere and it gets shown to Dad, I'm prepared not to leave the house for about a month.
The reason I'd dyed my hair was part of that...
Because I'd stubbornly stuck with black hair my whole life, if I put on sunglasses right now, the number of people who wouldn't recognize me would increase.
Two days prior.
The place we were going was a famous pool club in Gangnam called 'G-Spot', a place you normally can't get into.
You could call it advance reconnaissance for Park Ji-hoon's first leave?
I'd picked G-Spot after much deliberation among the famous clubs.
Not only was it expensive, but filming was also prohibited, so privacy protection was strict.
As for why this closed-off place was famous...
One. Chaebol scions came here a fuck-ton.
Two. Celebrities also came here a fuck-ton.
Three. Filming was prohibited, but there were dedicated cameramen on standby, so if a customer requested it, they'd take photos and send them to you directly.
G-Spot had seating tiers from D to S grade. For A through S grade, they just gave you a room for a one-night, two-day stay.
The lowest tier, D-grade seating, was just one measly, clean chair, and they still charged a whopping 400,000 won for it.
All seats operated on a reservation system.
S-grade cost about 5 to 7 million won to use for a single weekday, but—
on weekends like this, it went to auction. So I just slammed in a bid starting at 10 million won.
When I'd tried the week before, 10 million won had been easily exceeded, so I hadn't followed the price war.
Anyway, I only needed to go once before Park Ji-hoon's first leave, that was it.
So I put in 10 million won because I thought it was a reasonable limit, and by a stroke of luck, I won the bid this time.
Honestly, at this price, I'd gotten it incredibly cheap.
If a bidding war broke out with some weird chaebol scion out of mutual pride, I could end up spending two or three times as much money, and above all else, it was tiring.
They said the record for a single day's use of an S-grade seat was 40 million won, so that said it all really.
I'll go over the room's details later. As soon as I confirmed the ticket purchase, a message came.
— "Hello, and thank you first of all for purchasing an S seat at G-Spot. I am G-Spot manager Hwang Jeong-hun. Please call me Manager Hwang."
"Sure."
— "To confirm the reservation, may I ask for your name?"
"It's Kim Si-yoon."
— "..."
There was a brief silence, then it felt like he was desperately holding back from asking something.
— "Your reservation for Friday, March 12th has been confirmed. May I ask how many people will be using it?"
"It doesn't matter as long as it's eight or fewer, right?"
— "That's correct. However, if you let us know in advance, we can help ensure you have an even more perfect day."
"Oh... about four people? I think that's how many will go."
— "Understood. Would you perhaps like to use a vehicle operated by G-Spot?"
"No, I'll take my own car."
— "May I ask what model the car is?"
I was briefly about to say I'd take my spotted baby, but I realized that if I straight-up drove the only car of its kind in the entire Republic of Korea to a club, I'd basically be announcing to the whole neighborhood that I was here.
"It's a Tasla Model X."
— "Yes, thank you very much. You may come at any time that is convenient for you after 7 PM on March 12th."
"Yep."
And now, here Da-yeon and I were, moving towards that.
Following behind us was the car where Jong-hyeon was driving Tae-oh.
As Da-yeon and I approached G-Spot, my white baby drew attention.
We were naturally guided into the parking lot, and there were tons of cars more expensive than the one I'd arrived in.
"Damn... I should've brought my spotted baby and taught them a lesson..."
"..."
Da-yeon looked at me with a strange expression.
When we got out of the car, a large, burly man came over and bowed his head deeply.
"Good evening. I am Hwang Jeong-hun. Please feel free to call me Manager Hwang..."
The manager flinched and lost his words the moment he saw my face.
"Hello~"
"Yes... Please give me your key. I'll guide you in."
Manager Hwang took my key and passed it to the man beside him.
Before I knew it, Kim Tae-oh and Jong-hyeon had gotten out of the car and come up around us...
The expression on Jong-hyeon's face was one of intense displeasure about something.
Manager Hwang confirmed with me whether they were part of my party, then handed over a black bracelet.
The band colors went from A to F: red, orange, yellow, blue, purple, in that order. But S-grade was a black one that glittered as if it held the Milky Way inside it, and it looked like you were staring at some kind of accessory.
How should I put it... in this place, the color of your bracelet was a sort of indicator showing the level of financial power you held?
Following Manager Hwang's guidance, we soon arrived at the lodging.
One wall of the lodging was made entirely of glass, and there was a wide private pool in front of the glass wall.
In the center of the hall was a sofa and a small table. Off to one side, there was a table where you could sit and enjoy cocktails, and at the far end, a wide bed was arranged.
On a small table in front of the pool were a menu booklet illustrated with furniture and another illustrated with food.
On the wall were four doors. Two were bedrooms, and the rest, they said, were bathrooms.
"Please look over the menus, and if you need anything, you may use the radio on the table any time, or you may press the button as well."
"Okay~"
"We hope you have a perfect day."
After the manager had left like that, I grabbed Da-yeon's arm and went into the room.
"Quick, quick."
"Si-yoon, I'm embarrassed..."
The swimsuits Da-yeon and I had prepared for today...
They were exactly the swimsuits that showed the solar plexus, the ones I'd also shown Dad.