Chapter 96

“Sis, did you pack the converter? Japan uses 110V, so be careful.”

“Miss Bunny Run.”

“Oh, right. We should also pack sunscreen. Sis, your skin is as white as snow, it’d be a shame if it got damaged.”

“A Super Developer’s skin is always in top condition without any special care. But more importantly, Miss Bunny Run.”

“Let’s pack a straw hat and a white dress. If you insist on wearing only these kinds of clothes, you’ll completely shatter the hearts of otakus. So, why did you call me, sis?”

“How on earth did you get into our house?”

While watching a short video of <Cosmic Origin's custom recommendation featuring a blonde, blue-eyed, slender beauty that left Rumen flustered>, someone opened the door and came in. I thought it was Arena, but it was Bunny Run.

By the way, our house is designed so that you can’t enter without a card key.

How did you really get in?

“Card key? You gave it to me, sis.”

“Me?”

I swear to heaven, I never did that.

At my words, Bunny Run took out the card key from her bag and waved it.

I tilted my head and asked,

“Why do you have that, Miss Bunny Run?”

“This? Last time you put it in front of me, so I thought you meant for me to take it.”

“Get a grip.”

I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, or is it just my imagination?

It must be my imagination.

Hmm.

Well, it doesn’t really matter.

“Don’t come over too often, it’s tiring. Just come once in a while.”

“Sis, you’re the best.”

When I lived in a one-room apartment, it was cramped, so it was troublesome when Bunny Run came over. But now, the house I live in is a mansion with hundreds of square meters, including the yard.

It’s so spacious that we could even throw a party, so having Bunny Run over anytime is no problem.

“Your house is really tall.”

Sometimes, when I look at the high ceiling, I get confused whether this is a house or a hotel lobby.

Bunny Run muttered as she looked around the house.

“It’s so spacious. Someone could be living here secretly, and we wouldn’t even know.”

“Miss Bunny Run?”

“Yeah?”

“I called you because your eyes looked strange just now. Didn’t they?”

“Do you think I’d live as a in your house? No way.”

“Right?”

“I’d live openly, why would I hide?”

“I knew it.”

That’s the Bunny Run I know.

Her fierce and sharp personality from the past has faded a lot, but her confidence hasn’t disappeared.

I nodded and continued,

“Then why don’t we call Chaenarin and live together? Honestly, it was fun during the training camp.”

“No turtles.”

Bunny Run’s eyes instantly darkened.

She still has some of her old personality, but she’s holding back.

Indeed, Bunny Run is the boss.

After finishing our banter, we continued packing.

“Did you pack your passport?”

“Yes.”

“Toiletries?”

“Packed.”

“Clothes?”

“Miss Bunny Run, please pack them for me.”

It’s always been my thought, but when Bunny Run takes care of me like this, I often can’t tell if she’s my younger sister or my mom.

It’s convenient for me, so it’s fine.

“Done!”

“Wow!”

After neatly packing the luggage into the carrier, Bunny Run finally put a hat on my head.

It was a straw hat, perfect for standing in front of sunflowers in summer. The outfit was a matching white dress.

What kind of outfit is that?

Tsk. If it gets seen, I’ll have to come back again.

“Since we’re going abroad, I don’t need to wear sunglasses, right?”

“Sis, don’t you know you’re even more famous abroad? Absolutely not.”

With sunglasses neatly on, I pulled the carrier and went outside.

A car was waiting in front of the house.

“Finally out, huh?”

Pape rolled down the passenger window and greeted us.

After putting the carrier in the trunk, I got into the car and greeted everyone.

“Hello, everyone.”

“…Hello, sis.”

“Wow. Is this Yoorim’s house?”

“…It’s huge.”

Choco Full Bread and Chaenarin were amazed by our house.

The size of the house and the location of the land were indeed extraordinary.

The land value alone…

“Hey, how much did you spend?”

“Quite a bit.”

“Tens?”

“Of course, hundreds.”

Naturally, the unit following those numbers isn’t ‘ten thousand’ but ‘hundred million.’

“From game development?”

“Pape, you know me so well.”

“You’re probably the only one who buys a house worth hundreds of millions for game development inspiration. Did it help?”

“Not really.”

I’ll have to move to an apartment when the time comes to sell without tax losses.

The current house is too big, slightly inconvenient for living alone.

During our conversation, Mos, who was in the driver’s seat, spoke up.

“I told you to think carefully before buying.”

With such a house, the taxes are enormous. Naturally, I consulted with Mos, the tax accountant.

At that time, Mos said, ‘Do you really need to live in such a place?’ My response was, ‘Living in such a place helps me better express the feelings of the wealthy in games.’

Now, thinking about it, Mos was right…

But I didn’t want to hear that from Mos.

I said,

“Mr. Soft Head, you didn’t think before gacha-ing either.”

“I told you Soft Head would blow all his fortune on gacha one day.”

“Mr. Soft Head, what will you do if you really pull everything?”

“…You even threatened me with a knife to pull it.”

The maid outfit Soft Head character for Mos was added immediately after Mos pulled only 3 characters and the hypnosis wore off that day.

As a bonus, Mos’s mind was blown.

How out of his mind must he have been to quit all the gacha games he was playing and endlessly pour money into <Cosmic Origin>?

As a result, Mos pulled all 13 characters I had prepared, plus the newly added one, totaling 14 characters.

Ah, by ‘pulled all,’ I mean he fully enhanced their bonds.

I was impressed when he even neatly matched the weapons.

Indeed, a veteran of the Game Gallery.

He really knows how to enjoy games.

I laughed and patted Mos’s shoulders.

“I’ll buy a ton of delicious stuff on this trip with my payback.”

“…Even if I treat you to omakase three times a day, I doubt it’ll cover the payback.”

“Usually, the one who likes something more ends up losing.”

But hey, at least I got a bunch of squishy-headed characters.

Let’s have a drink.

“Let’s go.”

Mos shook his head, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.

The car sped down the road. After scrolling through my smartphone for a while, I suddenly looked up at the sky through the window.

A clear, cloudless day. Perfect weather for traveling.

My mood just lifted for no reason.

“Squishy-head, how much longer?”

“About 30 minutes?”

“30 minutes and we’ll finally be heading to Okinawa. Come on, Squishy-head, head straight to Incheon Airport!”

“…Yoorim unnie, I forgot my passport.”

“Squishy-head, U-turn.”

Luckily, we left with plenty of time (thanks to my punctuality habits), so even after going back home, we didn’t miss the flight.

I checked my passport three times and started the car again.

I looked up at the sky through the window.

Weird.

Why does it suddenly not look like good weather for traveling?

Is it because there’s a crazy beast sitting next to me?

We finished the airport procedures and took our seats.

Soon, the plane broke free from gravity’s grip and soared into the sky.

After 2 hours and 30 minutes above the clouds, we…

“Arrived in Okinawa…!”

“Go back in. We haven’t arrived yet.”

“Okay.”

Did you know?

The farther you are from civilization, the prettier the sea gets.

So, to truly enjoy the sea, we had to go to a remote island far from Okinawa’s main island.

Meaning, we had to take another domestic flight in Japan.

“How many flights are we even taking?”

“They say the sweetest rewards come after the hardest work.”

After about 40 more minutes on the plane, we finally arrived at our destination.

Miyako Island. The island with Maehama Beach, where we’d enjoy our 4 nights and 5 days.

I looked up at the blazing sun.

Indeed. The subtropical climate of Okinawa.

It’s freaking hot.

“Squishy-head, I’m gonna turn into dried squid.”

“Just wait.”

Mos rented a car and drove us.

The hotel I booked wasn’t the closest to Maehama Beach, but it was the best-equipped on Miyako Island.

We wouldn’t be spending much time at the beach anyway, so I chose the most luxurious hotel for where we’d stay the longest.

By the way, I paid for the hotel.

Usually, the one with the money-printing bug pays for this kind of thing.

“Technically, I paid for it, right?”

“Let’s give a round of applause to Squishy-head, who covered all the travel expenses!”

“Woo!”

“Should we give you a cheer too?”

“Let’s just head to the beach after unpacking.”

We drove to the beach.

It only took about 10 minutes, so it wasn’t a long drive.

When we got out of the car, the smell of the sea hit us.

I stretched and said to Pape and Mos,

“Change into your swimsuits and meet back here.”

“Got it.”

I went to the nearby changing room with Bunny Run and Chaenarin to change into our swimsuits.

“…Yoorim unnie? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Chaenarin, you’re surprisingly well-endowed, huh?”

“Turtles are naturally big, you know.”

“You look even bigger in a swimsuit.”

Chaenarin came out in a basic black bikini.

I thought she’d wear a one-piece, so it was unexpected.

“What about me?”

“Bunny Run, you’re just Bunny Run.”

Bunny Run was also in a basic bikini. White, fitting for the apostle of purity.

“You look pretty too.”

“You picked it out for me.”

I was wearing a frilly bikini with shades of blue.

It suits me perfectly.

I didn’t ask why it suits me.

We headed to the beach entrance, our meeting spot.

The guys, who had already changed, were waiting for us.

“……”

“We’re here. Let’s head to the sea?”

“…Yeah.”

Pape answered a bit late.

Oh no. He’s still dazed. This is troublesome.

“Listen up. Everyone has to shout ‘It’s the sea!’ as we enter the beach. Timing is crucial, so focus.”

“Do we really have to do that?”

“If you don’t, I’m going home.”

Under my threat, Pape sighed and stood next to us.

We stood at the boundary between the sand and the cement, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

The sea—.

“Han Yoorim?”

At the sudden voice, I turned my head, about to shout the promised phrase.

And I blinked.

The woman who called my name took off her sunglasses and said,

“What a coincidence, meeting you here.”

“Everyone, she’s a stalker. She’s followed me before.”

“Like I said last time, if anything, you’re the one who followed me. I’ve been staying at this hotel for two days?”

Arena confidently spoke, puffing out her chest.

I muttered to myself as I watched.

Wow. Watermelons.