Touch Me and I Bite.
Touch Me and I Bite.
Time passed, and Sheen, who was streaming, was waiting for his chair.
- "Wow... I'm going crazy... wow... Fine. I'll just act nonchalant."
Then the Louis Vuitton store employees who came in began carefully positioning the chair.
He'd said he'd act nonchalant, but he was staring fixedly at the broadcast screen.
- "Should we set it down here?"
- "Yes, just put it in the center."
- "Sure."
The employees filed out, and the well-packaged chair was placed in the studio on screen.
Sheen, wordlessly looking at the chair and pretending to be nonchalant...
But his wildly trembling eyes were the highlight.
- "You're telling me to tear it open with a knife? Shut up before I actually go find you and stab you..."
Sheen carefully unwrapped the packaging, then plopped down in his original chair and gazed endlessly at the newly purchased red chair.
- "A chair you sit on at home costs two thousand... fuck..."
The tiger with its mouth gaping open drawn in the center was so fucking stupid that a scoff escaped me.
Carefully sitting in the chair, Sheen showed a hollow laugh.
- "Fuck..."
And Dubu.
She briefly touched her wallet worth close to ten million won, then meticulously wrapped it back up and put it in the packaging.
- "Um... I don't think I can use this?"
And the pouch I had recommended as good for putting cosmetics in...
Dubu opened it briefly and nodded.
- "I thought about it, you know? How often I'd actually have an occasion to carry this around..."
I watched that scene and smirked coldly.
Dubu, who hadn't thought of that when she bought it, was clearly an amateur.
- "Me. I don't... have occasions to go out, fuck... Where am I supposed to show this off...?"
The chat window was plastered with 'lolololol.'
And we arrived at our house too, where Dad and I had a gift exchange ceremony.
"Ta-da!"
"...? What's this?"
"What's with that reaction? Dad bought it, you know?"
"Nothing besides a wallet is going to fit in this, is it?"
"Yep! They say to put your phone and wallet in it and carry it around."
It was a system where you had to open a large bag to take out money, then open this bag inside it, and only then could you open your wallet...
They say luxury goods are about deliberately tolerating inconvenience to use them, and the name value really lived up to that.
When Dad gives gifts like this instead of clothes, it's a bit of a headache.
If I don't use it for more than a month, Dad gets sulky.
A white wallet-bag slightly bigger than my hand... I have my doubts that my wallet will even fit in this.
"You don't like it...?"
"No~ I'll use it well. It is kind of pretty."
"Right!?"
"Yeah."
And I gave Dad the clothes I had bought as a gift.
Dad's eyes sparkled.
He must be charmed by the fact that it's a couple tee and pants identical to mine.
Maybe it's because I've been giving him a lot of clothes lately.
Dad used to wear mostly Storm Island to the point he'd get asked if Storm Island sponsored him, but these days he wears various clothes I've gifted him, and because of it, he's recently been hearing a lot that he changed stylists.
Dad, dressed head-to-toe in Chanel, looked in the mirror with a subtly softened expression, and he seemed more satisfied than I'd thought.
But still, Chanel... this is a couple's set, but the women's clothes are the proper deal.
Should I say the luxury is alive in them?
Especially insanely flattering on a leggy woman like me.
"Oh... my daughter is a knockout..."
"Prettier than Mom, right?"
"? No, she isn't?"
For the sake of his daughter, whom he himself deems the prettiest in the world, you'd think he could say I'm prettier just once, but never once has the word that I'm prettier come out of Dad's mouth.
'I picked a good son-in-law, it seems.'
A night of light drizzle.
A Japanese man staggered down an alley, using a streetlamp to light his way.
"ヒクッ, ああ... 韓国はいい国だな。"
(Hic, ah... Korea's a decent country.)
Mokichi.
His head was covered in yokai tattoos, and on his neck was the 'M' mark, Taebaek's symbol, etched into the skin.
And beneath it, a small tiger drawing was inked.
Thud.
"Ah, the fuck's this tiny little shit blocking the way. Why don't you get lost?"
"....."
"What, are you a mute?"
"おっと、すまん。飲みすぎた"
(Whoops, sorry about that. Had a bit too much to drink.)
The massively built man, maybe drunk, squinted as he checked Mokichi's face.
"Ah, Japanese~ I'm sorry, bro. Hope I didn't give a bad impression of Korea. Have a great time!"
The man slapped Mokichi on the back a couple of times, ran a hand over his bald head once, and then went on his way.
Mokichi stood still and stared at the path the man was walking.
Then a car stopped in front of the man and took him away.
"韓国は... 面白い国だな。"
(Korea is... an interesting country.)
After walking briefly in the rain beneath a streetlamp, Mokichi touched his head and slipped out of the alley.
The Gwangsu Gang.
Though they operated under Taebaek, no one knew who their representative was.
Except for the two closest aides, not a single person knew the representative's face.
They were the ones who handled all distribution of every illegal thing, such as drugs and smuggling, that happened in Seoul, and took on all the dirty work.
They also commanded numerous ethnic Korean Chinese.
Inside a spacious factory, a large table was set up, and incongruously for the location, all sorts of sumptuous delicacies were laid out upon it.
The man in a suit seated at the center stood from his spot as a group entered the warehouse.
One might find Mokichi's soaked state curious, but Lee Seong-min bowed his head and extended his hand.
"I am Lee Seong-min. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mokichi."
"Oh, I see you know how to speak Japanese. Pleased to meet you."
Lee Seong-min faced Mokichi and nodded with a serious expression.
"This building is a gift to welcome you."
"Oh, I'm truly pleased. The interior is cleaner than I expected?"
"Yes. We've finished remodeling it to be as convenient to use as possible."
Mokichi, looking around him, began to speak.
"This is a grander welcome than I expected. Thank you."
"Not at all. Also, we will attach 150 men to you for your convenience during your stay in Korea, so you may use them at any time."
"Hoo... The reason you go this far is..."
"It is an order from above."
Mokichi looked Lee Seong-min in both eyes and smiled coldly.
"Heh heh... Above, you say... I have heard that among the Tigers, there is one living in Korea who hides that he is a Tiger... I hear he is very young."
Mokichi stared at Lee Seong-min with a cynical smile.
As if to say, aren't you that 'above'?
"....."
"However, I'll leave it at that."
"Yes..."
Mokichi did not sit in front of the food, but instead touched the surrounding equipment.
The first thing to catch his eye was the shredder, which he stared at with glinting eyes.
"It seems you've done a great deal of research on me."
"Yes."
"As if someone from our side had briefed you, it is set up so incredibly satisfactorily."
In the quieted space, Lee Seong-min nodded and spoke.
"Yes, that translator let us know what was necessary."
"...Huh?"
"It's truly fortunate if that misunderstanding about us planting a person on your side has been cleared up."
"Hoho. Here I was, trying to be sharp for the first time in a while, and it seems I've indeed gotten old."
Mokichi scratched his head and took a seat.
"May I test it? I was already feeling excited just looking at it."
"By all means."
When Mokichi gestured behind him, the large man from outside who had slapped Mokichi on the back was brought in, bound, trembling violently, and looking around him.
And then he was made to go into the shredder.
KURRRRRRRRK!!!
"The sound is wonderful. As if it were a musical instrument."
"...Yes."
Mokichi smiled and drank the alcohol in front of him.
Time passed, and Da-yeon and I left for Australia to see Jong-su.
Da-yeon, who's been deeply into SNS lately, was looking at the comments with a satisfied smile.
She and Yoon-seo liking each other's photos is pretty adorable.
"Yoon-seo looks like she's having fun~"
"All giddy just 'cause she got a boyfriend. The girl's spreading it wide open."
"If it's good, it's good!"
Even though Da-yeon has a massive amount of followers, there were almost no comments that could be called malicious.
It's a bit similar to the reason why there are no hate comments on my SNS.
There's no one with a steel heart who'd openly spout nonsense to Hanseong's daughter, for one thing.
And anyone who did have the guts has all been completely ground down and blown away.
And now, only those who praise Da-yeon's body, which is at an almost escape-from-Korea level, remained.
Da-yeon was taking a picture of wine on Hanseong's private jet that she wasn't even going to drink.
Lately, she had started to enjoy showing off a slightly luxurious life.
She told me to make a V with my hand, so we only took the picture with her hand and mine showing.
And I called Jong-su for the first time in a while.
"Hello."
-"Hold on, I'm really busy right now?"
"Are you working?"
-"Yep."
"Call me when you're done."
-"Got it~"
I hung up and roamed around the interior of the private jet with Da-yeon.
As soon as we arrived in Australia, my Maklaren was waiting at the airport.
"Blackie~"
Judging by this reaction alone, you'd think I like Blackie, but because of Spotty, my standards for judging cars have gotten severely high now, so I don't really like Blackie because of the gas smell.
But still, I didn't let it show, so Blackie wouldn't feel hurt.
Da-yeon and I were speeding along, enjoying the streets of Australia for the first time in a while.
The warm breeze flowing in through the window ruffled Da-yeon's hair and mine.
"Si-yoon, try this on."
Da-yeon said it was a present and put sunglasses on me.
"Oh... As expected, maybe because they're luxury, they're pitch black."
"I watched that stream where you went shopping with Dubu before, and it looked fun."
"Then shall we go shopping too?"
"Shall we~!?"
Da-yeon turned her gaze away to enjoy the scenery of Australia.
This time too, we headed to a famous restaurant in Australia to have a simple lunch.
We were eating fish and chips when a call came from Jong-su.
I switched to speaker mode for the curious Da-yeon, and soon after, Jong-su's voice was heard.
-"I'm done with work, so I think you can come now?"
"Come where? This is a two-seater. Just text the address."
"Jong-su, hi~"
-"Hi~ I'm really grateful you came."
"Let's say hello face to face~"
-"Yeah."
We drove the car to the location Jong-su sent us.
"Ah, shit... What's with this road condition?"
Thinking we couldn't go any further in the Maklaren, I had no choice but to switch to the security team's vehicle following behind.
We drove for a long while to the address Jong-su sent, and when we arrived... in front of a shabby house, Jong-su was sitting there.
"Wow... That guy is seriously..."
"....."
If I were to describe the state of Han Jong-su sitting on the curb...
It was worse, not better, than when he was begging.
He had dreadlocks, and he picked up a thin twig from the ground and started scratching his head with it.
"Ugh... Why is he like that...?"
"Ha. I don't know anymore, either."
Han Jong-su spotted us, dusted off his butt, and stood up.
The red fabric visible between his ripped jeans, assumed to be his underwear, was the highlight, and his skin was tanned pitch black, so he didn't look Korean.
And he also spoke in English, even though he sucks fucking ass at English.
"Is this your house?"
"Nope, a studio apartment with 150,000-won monthly rent~"
In Australia, where labor costs are expensive and land values are expensive to boot, 150,000 won rent...
I think that says it all.
Still, curious to see how he was living, I went inside Jong-su's house to look around.
"".....""
"Sit wherever you're comfortable."
"Where the hell is there to sit, motherfucker..."
Seriously, it was a room with nothing but a wardrobe, a small fridge, and a mattress, and even the space was packed full with just these things.
The floor, where maybe two people could barely sit, even...
"It kind of seems like there'd be cockroaches here too?"
At my words, Da-yeon was horrified and tried to go outside.
When I grabbed her arm, Da-yeon's expression even became pitiful in her desire to leave.
"You, what have you done with all the money you've earned?"
"Bought a bike and fishing gear~"
It's genuinely novel.
Should I say he's a different breed of dumbass from Ji-hoon?
"You, do you wash...?"
"I may look like this, but I wash every day?"
That's definitely bullshit.
Just looking at his skin, he's caked in fucking grime; it's probably not just from getting tanned dark.
".... You don't use soap, or something?"
"Do you guys know about the no-shampoo tribe?"
Da-yeon shook her head as if she didn't want to know, and I asked, letting out a sigh.
"...What is it."
"They say if you don't use shampoo, your hair texture gets better."
Anyone could see that if you compare Da-yeon's and my hair, which uses shampoo, with Jong-su's hair, which doesn't, you'd know that statement is utter bullshit.
And I don't know where he heard this horse-shit logic, but his expression is fucking dead serious.
"Isn't that just because you want to save on shampoo costs?"
We had guests over but he wasn't even putting out drinks, so I opened the fridge.
This fucker said he works at a cheese factory, and the fridge was fucking full of nothing but cheese.
I mean, a guy from the upper tier of those gold spoons that others are insanely jealous of, why the hell is he living like this...
Staying here for 2 days and 1 night sounded like absolute fucking hell, so I called Agent Song Sang-gil and quickly rented a camper van.
Still, there was something Jong-su had asked me for, so I brought him outside and gave him 5 boxes of jin ramyeon, spicy flavor.
"If I eat one a day, I'll last 200 days."
I thought I must have misheard some crazy talk.
Even me, who reincarnated into a body with great cost-effectiveness and now eats less, can't last on one ramyeon a day.
"Jong-su."
"Huh?"
"Why are you living like this?"
"Don't you think there's a romanticism to it?"
Romanticism, my ass.
I don't even know the reason why he'd seek that out in a place like this. I gave up trying to understand this free soul.
Still, it seemed he did prepare since we were coming.
Han Jong-su took out the meat and cheese stored separately in the fridge.
"Have you eaten?"
"Supposedly you're cooking for us."
And suddenly Han Jong-su started rummaging through his wardrobe.
I don't know why he kept those in the wardrobe, but he pulled out a few canned foods.
"Daddy's sorry... I had decided to eat these sparingly..."
Going so far as to have a conversation with the food, he then grabbed the frying pan on top of the fridge and tried to go outside.
"Where are you going?"
"To cook."
"Where are you cooking?"
"There's a communal kitchen on the 3rd floor here."
A communal kitchen... If I had come with Ji-hoon, I would have immediately put him through a hazing ritual.
In the end, I dragged Han Jong-su down and had him cook in the camper van the bodyguard had rented.
But Han Jong-su began cooking more seriously than I expected.
"Even if I live like this, I have to do my best in treating my guests~"
"If we hadn't rented a camper van, what about bowls? No, chopsticks?"
"Chapsticks?"
Dumbass piece of shit, going 'chapsticks?' and even his pronunciation was so fucking ridiculous, I genuinely felt the burning need to throw a punch.
"There are plenty of bowls here."
Han Jong-su staring at the empty can he had just used...
He says that without a hint of restraint, so if only Da-yeon weren't here, I'd have let my personality loose without a hint of restraint and beaten him to death too, seriously.
I kept telling him to at least try to fucking act like a human being...