Chapter 89

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The hair color that seemed inhuman.

How many complex dye jobs must it have gone through?

A gradient of deepening pink violet as it went downward.

Bleached strands adorned various parts of the hair.

A meticulously styled, intricately braided hairdo that undoubtedly required considerable effort—a look dripping with feminine flair.

Her arrogant eyes and predatory lips.

A voluptuous figure that was virtually impossible to find in Korea.

Seol Yun almost appeared like a nine-tailed fox hiding its tail.

And yet, this highly polished presence of Seol Yun contrasted sharply with Seol Ah’s casual demeanor.

So, did Seol Yun steal the spotlight all by herself?

No. That wasn’t the case.

How could sisters look so different?

Seol Ah carried an impression akin to a rain-soaked puppy.

She seemed as though, if left alone, her body temperature might drop and she’d quietly fade away.

As though she needed to be immediately hugged and warmed up.

She looked like someone who wouldn’t survive without being fed something.

Her casually dressed appearance amplified this vibe.

A child seemingly on the edge of survival, someone that, if left unattended, would surely be found dead—her vitality was almost nonexistent.

Still, she captivated the eye in a variety of ways.

Much like a newborn baby.

And yet, despite all this… she was beautiful.

If her younger sister represented the epitome of womanhood, this one was the perfection of girlishness.

Seol Ah, with her overflowing energy, exuded an allure like that of a mythical nine-tailed fox. Meanwhile, Seol Yun stimulated a paternal instinct, making one feel the urge to offer her their liver or gallbladder if it meant keeping her safe.

Whichever side you looked at, both had the magnetism to draw people in.

It was almost impossible to stay mentally stable in their presence.

“Bear! Out!”

Holding a lettuce leaf prepared for wrapping food, Seol Ah blocked Seol Yun’s face from view.

Victory blinked in confusion at her sudden action.

What in the world was she doing?

And Jun, who was the ‘Bear’ in question, squirmed uncomfortably under the spotlight.

“There’s a hole about to appear on Seol Yun’s face, pal! Out!”

Jun had been staring too intently at Seol Yun, and Seol Ah, sensing this, issued a stern warning with the lettuce.

But it was somewhat fortunate for Jun.

Because the truth was, he hadn’t just been staring at her face…

He’d glimpsed below as well.

An area that no man could avoid seeing.

Especially for an energetic 20-something, this was a dangerous zone to linger.

Fortunately, it seemed Seol Ah thought he’d only been looking at Seol Yun’s face.

She hadn’t fully grasped the situation due to the height difference.

“Me? Go out?”

But the relief was short-lived, as Seol Ah’s “out” actually meant he was being asked to leave.

“Just cover your face with this lettuce for now.”

This turned out to be a lesser penalty, thankfully.

Rather than being kicked out, Jun accepted the lettuce leaf, holding it in front of his face.

It was actually more convenient—without it, his gaze would’ve helplessly drawn toward them again.

It suddenly dawned on him how incredibly petite their faces truly were.

Their entire visages completely concealed by a single leaf of lettuce.

Truly, girls like them were the polar opposite of him—fully grown at six feet, but in every other aspect, they were the epitome of smallness.

“Pu-huff!”

From the side, it was a hilarious sight.

Victory chuckled at Jun’s awkward appearance.

Meanwhile, Seol Ah retrieved a pair of sunglasses from her pocket and put them on.

Why sunglasses indoors?

“You’re staring too much too. I may be very pretty, you know.”

Seol Ah playfully chided Victory.

It was an awkward question for him to answer.

Acknowledge her beauty and it sounds strange. Deny it, and it would be an obvious lie—after all, both of them knew the truth, and even the heavens knew.

To deny it outright would feel very forced.

And it’d only make the atmosphere more uncomfortable.

‘But why does something feel familiar?’

A sense of déjà vu.

Though they met briefly in a theater before, at the time Seol Ah had been covered up with sunglasses and a mask, leaving no impression on Victory’s mind.

But now, as she sat directly across from him, her sunglasses seemed to trigger a faint memory of some prior conversation.

“Is alcohol fine with you?”

Seol Ah’s words snapped his train of thought.

Sashimi, hot pot, a quintessentially Japanese spread, accompanied by sake.

Though Victory wasn’t an expert on alcohol, it was clear that such a meticulously prepared feast wouldn’t be paired with low-quality sake.

Complimenting it first would ensure he didn’t lose face.

“Yeah. I like it.”

“The scent is good, isn’t it?”

Jun also lied through his teeth.

In truth, with two dazzling beauties in front of him, his world revolved around their presence to the point that he barely knew what the meat, let alone the alcohol, tasted like.

But if he were honest, the moment would likely end abruptly.

Let’s just say it’s good.

Whether they were aware of his inner thoughts or not, who knows?

“Heh.”

Seol Ah narrowed her eyes with a smirk.

‘I am not a criminal!’

Jun felt like his senses might be swept away by her allure.

What he didn’t know was this: the two were the same age, and Seol Ah’s birthday came even earlier.

So, she was technically beyond legal age—and even legally eligible for adult activities.

She could easily go by “big sister”!

Aren’t Koreans the kind to immediately ask about age when they meet?

For gamers, however, the culture was a little different.

Sure, for strangers, it might not matter.

But if you regularly game together and use casual language, it feels awkward to suddenly bring up age and hierarchies.

Some players even continue to use nicknames even when they know each other’s real names.

“Hey! Wild!”

Exactly like this.

“Huh? What is it?”

“I’m sorry for being so insanely good at games!”

Without warning, Seol Ah stood abruptly on her chair to apologize.

Everyone was progressively losing control with every drink, except one unshakable exception.

“I’m sorry for being too skilled! Oh, world!”

‘What do I do? I can’t refute that.’

She was beautiful, wealthy, and an exceptional gamer.

Though she claimed not to be a conglomerate heiress, her life was clearly far from ordinary.

Her gaming skills were so advanced that even pro players felt a wall in her presence.

Her beauty surpassed the usual human level, leaving ordinary people and even celebrities in the dust.

How could someone like her exist in real life?

Moreover, such a seemingly perfect person named Jeon Seol Ah had her own weaknesses, too—her mental health wasn’t flawless.

‘How can such a pretty girl hide and live like this? Shouldn’t she be a celebrity by now?’

Among the girlfriends of professional gamers, there’s one common career group: web broadcasters, also known as female streamers.

Their age ranges and interests often align, and their earning power and spending habits tend to match.

It’s rare to find people in their early twenties who make and spend significant amounts of money, so it wasn’t surprising that Jun often saw fellow pro gamers dating such broadcasters.

What is a female streamer, exactly?

A job where one uses superior beauty and figure to earn money.

Of course, wit and social skills matter, but without the looks and figure, it’s almost impossible to enter the field.

And the truly successful ones who date top-tier pro gamers?

They are the highest-tier female broadcasters.

Beyond the level of ordinary people, and sometimes called quasi-celebrities.

While Jun thought these women were stunning, today he saw the uppermost tier of that upper tier and realized the difference.

If this pair of sisters were lined up against them…

Would anyone dare say a word even if they were slapped with slippers?

In this modern world, beauty is power itself.

The disparity was so great he might just freeze in awe.

‘Could this face have been hidden while streaming?’

It felt contradictory yet strangely fitting that a face like this should be concealed.

Too precious to flaunt—such beauty could stir chaos, hundreds of problems undoubtedly following in its wake.

Ung, and Victory, seated nearby, had arrived at the same conclusion.

The disguises they’ve shown on streams weren’t some act of deceit but rather an essential survival strategy against the outside world.

“Sis, why are you so dangerously standing on the chair?”

Seol Yun rose from her seat, reached out her hand, and effortlessly lifted Seol Ah, plopping her back down onto the chair.

Although tall and evidently healthier than the average woman, Seol Yun was still clearly not a bodybuilder.

How lightly must Seol Ah weigh for her to be easily picked up like that?

“I’m feeling kind of hot.”

Seemingly feeling flushed from the alcohol, Seol Ah began unzipping her sweatshirt, clad in a thick long-sleeved track suit.

But before she could, Seol Yun stopped her, suggesting instead,

“Should we change into something shorter-sleeved?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

A massive mental blow for both men!

What could possibly lie beneath those tracksuits?

Surely, she wouldn’t be trying to take them off with nothing underneath, would she?

“I’ll be back in a second.”

Seol Yun gently led Seol Ah away.

For a brief moment, Jun and Victory were the only ones left in the restaurant.

“I feel completely overwhelmed. I don’t even know how to begin talking.”

“Opening my mouth feels like I’d only make mistakes.”

“Silence is golden in most situations.”

“I should probably drink in moderation.”

“I’ve been cautious since the start.”

The two confirmed they were on the same page.

A shared camaraderie sprouted!

Their bond deepened!

And then, when Seol Ah returned…

‘Why the hell are you dressed like that?’!

Showing off nearly her entire thigh, dolphin shorts.

A string top that seemed ready to explode out of its tiny restraint.

This was something only appropriate for wearing around the house.

Surely not something to wear in front of two grown men like this?

But wait, this kind of outfit wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.

Where had he seen it before?

Oh, the outfits female streamers wear while dancing.

There’s even a specific term for it.

Female streamer pants—those specialized outfits for the infamous “money duplication bug.”

Thud.

Suddenly, both Jun and Victory felt an icy chill run down their spines.

Realizing that a single mistake here might mean never seeing either of these women again.

‘Is this some kind of test?’

‘Or is it a trial?’

From Seol Yun, who maintained a faint smile, exuded a steady but chilling presence.

The evening unfolded into its second phase.

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