Chapter 252
Chapter 252
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Mask Girl
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I arrived near the real estate office. Parked right next to it was a ridiculously sleek sports car.
A gleaming gray vehicle so shiny it was almost blinding.
Its rare design had drawn a crowd of people gawking and snapping photos.
Of course, my eyes were glued to it too, but a question popped into my head.
'Isn't that the one I saw earlier?'
It had come up briefly while chatting with Hye-yoon about sports cars, and coincidentally, something similar had driven by. Now here it was, right in front of me.
Who owned a car like that? As I stared at the heavily tinted windows that blocked any view inside, the car body rocked slightly.
Weeeeng...
The door rose smoothly toward the sky. The interior looked just as luxurious as the exterior, and someone stepped out.
Her face was completely hidden under a deep mask and hat, but her overall vibe screamed stunning beauty.
Even at a glance, her breasts were about the same size as Shin Ayoung's, paired with a perfectly slim waist.
Above all, her mysterious hair—a mix of platinum blonde and silver—was something you wouldn't see on ordinary people, adding serious weight to that impression.
'She looks fucking gorgeous. Must be nice being rich and able to doll up like that.'
Her outfit was sexy as hell, and the fabric screamed luxury brands from head to toe.
Of course, until you saw her actual face, it was all speculation. Fashion's ultimate accessory is the face, after all, right?
I nodded to myself as I watched her move.
Click... clack...
The masked girl walked casually, as if used to the stares. I wondered where she was headed, but she just opened the door to the shop right in front of me.
[XX Real Estate]
'...'
No way. It couldn't be. A warning bell rang in my head for a second, but I brushed it off.
What were the odds? Still, I decided to follow her in. It wasn't like I was stalking or anything.
"Hello."
"Ah, you're here, kid. Come on in."
The real estate lady, looking oddly excited, led me to the back room.
Out of sight from the street, there she was, sitting on the sofa—the woman from just moments ago.
Of course. They say three coincidences make fate.
I gave a small nod and sat down across from her.
"Introduce yourselves. This handsome young man lives in 503, and this is the lady I mentioned before—the one who wants both monthly rentals."
Her eyes flashed between the hat and mask as she scanned me over. I didn't miss the brief moment and scanned her right back.
Pure? Pretty? Her large brown eyes naturally evoked those feelings.
Upper face: pass, at least 50%. The lower half was still a mystery.
As we stared each other down, the agent set some papers and drinks on the table.
After a few sips to wet my throat, the lady spoke first.
"So, you're saying you have zero intention of moving out?"
"Yes. Classes start soon, and there's no better location than this."
"What can we do then? Should we just contract the one room as is?"
She directed the question to the woman across from me. The woman tapped her fingers thoughtfully, cleared her throat, and looked me straight in the eye.
"I offered to cover three months' rent plus moving costs right away if you find a place you want. Still no?"
Her voice was crystal clear, high-pitched but soothing, never shrill—putting people right at ease.
"I don't want to leave here. I've got friends nearby, and money's not the issue anyway."
"I see...? How about six months' rent then? That's a full semester's worth."
"No thanks."
"Including utilities."
"Nope."
"I'll cover one meal a day too."
"I said no."
She was persistent as hell. How loaded do you have to be to casually offer to pay for a total stranger's meals?
After turning down everything, she let out a low groan and sank back into thought. Then she turned to the agent, who had been watching us both.
"Any other options? Somewhere with two consecutive rooms vacant?"
"As you know, customer, Mirae University is famous for its academics. There's this superstition that the study vibes here boost your brainpower, so vacancies around here are super rare. This place being available is a miracle."
"That bad, huh..."
She wasn't wrong. Beyond our students, there were civil service exam preppers and others flocking here. I'd barely snagged my room myself.
Seeming to organize her thoughts, she fiddled with the papers to kill time.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
As the clock sounds filled the room, the masked girl slowly stood up.
"Can I take a look at the room myself first?"
"Of course. You okay with that now, kid?"
"Sure."
Her heeled sandals clicked as she headed out. She opened the door to her sports car.
"See you there then. Shame this is a two-seater, so we can't all ride together."
"Got it. Be right there."
The car roared off with a mighty engine growl. I let out a small sigh and asked the agent.
"Who is she? You seem to know something."
"Ha... well. Not sure if I should say..."
She weighed it for a moment, then pointed toward my place with a finger.
"I'll tell you on the way. You don't seem keen on moving anyway, and it doesn't look like you're into her or anything."
Into her? The phrasing was a bit off, but I waited quietly.
"You know much about idols? The super popular group XX Idol lately?"
"Yeah, they're blowing up."
"She's one of the members."
"...What?"
I'd half-suspected, but hearing it confirmed hit different.
They had four members from what I recalled, but only one was known to attend school.
Hearing it straight up was a shock.
I stared in disbelief, and she added hesitantly.
"She told me not to say, actually... Pretend you didn't hear it from me."
"Obviously."
"Sure, but if word got out a celebrity was moving next door, who'd leave? They'd wanna stick around, watch every move—y'know? Not saying you would, just an example."
Long story short:
She got a call from someone wanting a room. Figured it was an unusual client, but when they met to check listings, the agent recognized her from TV.
Even the name matched, and when asked, she confirmed it.
A bit absurd, but for someone as popular as Park Seoyoon, it made sense.
"Life throws curveballs like this. Wild."
"First time in over ten years working here."
We bonded over the weirdness as we arrived at the building. The masked girl stood by the security door.
She looked about 165cm tall, but her long legs made her proportions killer.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. We walked, so we took a bit."
"No worries. This building's well-maintained, huh? Super clean—love that..."
Exterior: approved, apparently. With the possibility of a celebrity neighbor, I unlocked the door.
I half-ignored the agent's rambling rundown of the building features, spacing out.
More like eyeing up the masked girl's figure.
'Bout 95cm? Videos made 'em look big, but in person, even more so.'
The body of a mega idol. No dating scandals or rumors ever, so if I got my hands on it, I'd probably be the first.
-Ding. Fifth floor.
The elevator doors opened. I casually stood by my door and bowed out.
I was just the neighbor—nothing more. Whether Park Seoyoon signed or not didn't involve me, so time to dip.
"I'll head in."
"Ah, sure. Thanks for your time."
I played it cool and indifferent as I slipped inside. Plopped down at the computer and searched "Park Seoyoon."
As expected from a celeb, her whole life story was laid out—from childhood to latest news.
How do they even know this stuff?
"Scouted on the street in high school, trainee for two years, debuted with insane talent and blew up immediately."
Talent freak story. The rest was predictable without reading.
Every album smashed sales, ads and TV gigs raking in cash.
Skimmed her bio, then hit images. Hope she hadn't let herself go recently?
Scrolled through stage shots, concert pics, variety show stills—but one grabbed my eyes.
"Yup... That's the car from earlier. Exact match."
Exterior screaming 10 billion won easy. And her in a photoshoot pose, looking killer.
Zoomed in: breast size, hair, eye color—all matched what I'd seen.
Even masked, it was enough to hook any guy.
Including me.
"She's fucking gorgeous."
My hand had already hit save.