Here’s the translation of the provided Korean text into English:
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“Did you come?”
Sometimes playfully, sometimes warmly. Regardless of the tone, I always felt affection in Yura’s greetings.
But even though her words were usual, could it be because she was holding scissors in her hand? Today, Yura’s greeting felt different from usual, and when I saw her approaching me with a step, I instinctively took a step back.
I hit the door behind me, and Yura was still coming towards me.
“Hold on! Let’s talk first!”
Could it be that Yura was very angry and wanted to cut me with the scissors?
Panicked, my voice rose, and Yura, seeing my expression, tilted her head curiously.
“Why are you like this?”
“Could you put down the scissors first? It’s too scary.”
Yura looked at the scissors in her hand and then at me again. She did this twice more.
Seeing that she understood why I was reacting this way, Yura smiled and approached me while pretending to cut the air.
“Just stay still. I’ll cut off this troublesome hair right away.”
“I’m sorry! Please forgive me just once!”
It was too late to run. The distance between Yura and me was close enough that I could reach out and touch her, and overpowering her would be impossible with my strength.
At the thought of losing something precious, Yura reached out to me.
As I closed my eyes tightly, I heard the sound of scissors cutting and opened my eyes to find the scissors near my nose.
“Huh?”
The scissors cut the end of my overgrown bangs due to the cellular activity device.
“Why are you so scared? Did you think I’d castrate you?”
I sat down on the floor, and Yura was laughing at me. She bent down to meet my eye level and, after looking at her swaying large chest, raised her gaze to meet my eyes.
“If you were going to cut my hair, you should have said so.”
“One doesn’t usually think they’re going to be castrated just because someone is holding scissors.”
Feeling guilty for some reason, I blurted out, and fortunately, it seemed Yura had no intention of cutting anything important.
“I was thinking about actually cutting it when I saw your reaction.”
Her words, spoken as she straightened her back, suddenly sounded sincere rather than sarcastic when I looked up, and Yura was still smiling at me.
“Cutting would only result in a bigger loss.”
Though I’ve spent a lot of time with Yura, I’ve never been happier about her being lewd, and I don’t think I will in the future either.
Afterward, following Yura’s guidance, we headed to the bathroom. There was a blue plastic chair used in street food stalls placed in the bathroom, and I sat down obediently when she told me to.
“How should I cut your hair?”
“I didn’t think about it, so I’m not sure.”
While I had thought about getting my hair cut because it was too long, I hadn’t expected to get it done immediately upon arriving at Yura’s house. I couldn’t answer her question about how to cut it, and the Yura in the mirror was pretending to cut the air.
That pretend-cutting felt like it was saying, “If you don’t answer quickly, your hair won’t be the only thing cut by these scissors,” and I felt sweat trickling down my back.
“I’d appreciate it if you could restore it to its original style.”
“Okay.”
She wrapped a towel around my neck and brought a newspaper with holes cut out, placing it on my shoulders.
Spraying water on my hair, she examined our reflection in the mirror, pondering what to do. There was nothing else I could do but watch her.
Then, I remembered that Yura had originally dreamed of going to a cosmetology college specializing in hair design.
“Was this your first time cutting hair?”
“Yes.”
Hearing that, instead of worrying about doing a bad job, I felt honored to be her first beauty subject.
Yura’s skills were beyond doubt, and even if she messed up a bit, hair could grow back.
“Wouldn’t it be boring if it was exactly the same?”
While fiddling with my hair, Yura seemed to be considering a different style than before.
“I did have short hair before, but now I just want Yura to tidy it up neatly.”
Although it was just returning to the original style, I appreciated that Yura’s hands were involved, and she smiled.
“You say it well.”
Yura expressed her joy by tousling my hair and then picked up the scissors, carefully cutting my bangs.
“Are you nervous?”
“It shouldn’t go wrong.”
“Don’t worry. It’s Yura who’s doing it, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
As I mentioned earlier, if it went wrong, I could just let it grow back. Even though I wasn’t sure how it would turn out, I felt good knowing Yura was doing something for me.
Soon, my hair began to be tidied under Yura’s hands, and the initial tension Yura showed gradually eased as she cut my hair with a lighter heart.
“How’s the cafe doing lately?”
Since I spent more time working at the cafe than having personal time with Yura, I wondered how the cafe had been running in my absence. Yura paused her cutting at my question, then resumed.
“It’s busy. Hard to find people to hire.”
It was natural to be fired after not showing up for a month. Since she mentioned difficulty finding people, it meant Yura had been handling everything alone since I stopped working there.
Of course, before I started, it was already hard to find people for the kitchen, so Yura had been doing most of the work alone. I secretly hoped there would be some difference with me around.
“Did the owner not mention me?”
“Yes. I said I couldn’t work anymore because of certain circumstances. He understood.”
Fortunately, Yura had handled the situation well, and the owner hadn’t brought up my name. I imagined he must have been confused when I returned shortly after my identity was revealed, and I was glad and grateful for her efforts.
“I’ll help out occasionally when I have free time.”
“Sure. I’ll visit when things settle down.”
As I sat quietly feeling Yura’s scissors, she suddenly flicked my nape with her finger.
“!!”
Startled, I turned my head, and Yura was staring at me intently.
“Do you mean you’d only check in occasionally like I’m far away?”
“If that’s how it sounded, I apologize.”
I felt guilty that my intention had been misunderstood. Upon reflection, my words sounded more like they were directed at Yura than the owner.
Sitting quietly again, I watched Yura’s scissors and the hair falling to the floor.
“Should I shave it all off?”
“Please, just this time…”
While minor mistakes didn’t bother me, completely removing clumps of hair at once was a bit much. If Yura did this, she would definitely make it worse than any salon could fix.
“While cutting your hair, I realized something.”
I could guess what Yura was going to say.
“Deceiving us with Spacystro and meeting all members at once. If it were normal, you’d be stabbed on the spot two days ago.”
She had said this two days prior, and I didn’t disagree with her. Although it didn’t fully sink in, I understood that I was wrong.
“I’m sorry.”
“Living and cutting the hair of Spacystro soldiers.”
Even while complaining about cutting my hair, Yura’s reflection in the mirror didn’t seem upset.
“Can I ask one thing?”
“Why? Do you want sex?”
“No, it’s not that… I’m curious why you said polygamy is okay.”
Currently, I believe Yura declared polygamy okay to gain an advantage when it happened.
I never thought Yura, known for strong affection, lacked possessiveness. Her declaration of polygamy was a strategic move to create a favorable situation for herself.
“By declaring it first, I wouldn’t have to listen to nonsense from others later if they said it was okay.”
Hearing her response, my suspicion became certainty.
“And this approach is easier and more advantageous than claiming exclusivity.”
Whether she had thought this through for a month or spontaneously during our last meeting, the fact remained that Yura had brilliantly strategized at that moment.
“…You don’t hate me?”
Yubin was still angry with me, and I couldn’t bring myself to ask Eunji, but I felt Eunji wasn’t currently angry with me.
Suddenly, I wondered if Yura was internally struggling with something despite immediately accepting polygamy.
“There must be something bothering you.”
Indeed, Yura must have had something bothering her. Anyone would feel hurt in such a situation. Even Eunji, who didn’t show signs of being hurt, must have felt some pain.
“Why didn’t you come to me directly?”
“Huh?”
“Why were you second? You went to the hospital and met Green yesterday, right?”
When I told her I met Eunji yesterday, there was a mistake in my message.
Yura wasn’t the second person I met.
“…Sorry. I went to the hospital with Yubin that day too.”
“Then you were third?!”
Even when discussing my deception, Yura didn’t show any displeasure, but this time, she genuinely seemed upset.
“Yes. After acknowledging the harem, you were third.”
Holding the scissors, she intentionally showed me the sharp edge.
“Sorry! But going to the hospital with Yubin was because Yubin came to me first, and I went with her. And I went to Eunji first because there were many things I needed to consider.”
Hearing my explanation, Yura realized that going to the hospital with Yubin was unintentional and seemed to understand why I went to Eunji first.
“…Got it.”
She resumed cutting my hair and, unable to bear the silence, changed the topic.
“But our A from Spacystro was always around us, right?”
With a playful tone, I recalled a past thought that hadn’t been shared.
“…We went to the beach together, didn’t we?”
“Yeah. We went in summer… Were you there then?! Where?!”
“We watched the game and met below the mountain the next day.”
Recalling the trip, Yura was surprised when she realized I was the one she met, and her scissors stopped moving. Taking this opportunity, I spoke in a low voice.
“You were wearing a swimsuit then, right?”
“Yeah, right. Didn’t you think so?”
“Didn’t you think it was too revealing?”
Style is individuality, and I can respect everyone’s individuality. However, I couldn’t accept the swimsuit Yura wore at the time due to its minimal coverage.
“Huh? Isn’t it pretty…!”
Surprised by my sudden movement, Yura stopped talking when she saw me stand up.
Turning to face her, I said without a trace of humor in my expression.
“Never wear that again.”
“I thought A would like it…”
“Don’t wear it.”
Silenced by my firm tone, Yura nodded, and I emphasized my point.
“Don’t wear it.”
Although it was the same sentence repeated, it was enough. Sitting back down, I waited for her to finish cutting my hair.
Yuba, still stunned, observed me sitting quietly.
“Did you feel jealous?”
Hearing Yura’s words, I felt my ears turning red. Although I had never considered it before, it seemed this was indeed jealousy.
“Were you jealous because you thought others might see it?”
Seeing this, Yura seemed pleased and moved closer, poking my cheek with her fingers.
“So that’s it. You were worried others would see my swimsuit and think it inappropriate?”
“…Just cut my hair.”
Trying to change the subject with a smaller voice, Yura wasn’t easily distracted and teased me for a moment.
Yesterday, I felt I first thought about wanting to monopolize someone through Eunji, indicating that the desire for monopoly had existed for quite some time.
After finishing the haircut, when I told Yura, “I’m surprisingly jealous,” she replied, “What are you talking about? You’re extremely jealous.”
Realizing Yura had felt this way without me noticing, her comment made more sense.
