episode_0013

[Unni]

[A photo taken with Unni]

[Can I upload it on Instagram?]

[No.]

Since exchanging phone numbers.

[Unni, Unni]

[What nickname will you use when the broadcast starts?]

[Haye-rin]

[It would be bland to use my real name]

[How about using the character “Yerin-nyang” to bring out the character?]

[I’m out]

[Okay]

After exchanging numbers, Park Daseul started contacting her frequently.

Starting from useless topics to equally useless ones.

Although everything she said was annoyingly useless, for some reason, it didn’t feel that unpleasant.

The sight of these bright kids living well in society seemed to validate the time I spent in the field.

[Unni]

“I had steak today.”

[(Photo)]

“It must be delicious.”

“But Unni, do you like fish?”

“Cats like fish, you know.”

I casually replied to Park Daseul’s useless message and then made a call elsewhere.

Drrrring-drrrring—after a few tones, a click followed by the sound of someone picking up.

“Yaongi, what’s up.”

“It’s not Yaongi.”

“Then Meow…?”

“It’s not Meow either.”

“Then Nyangi.”

“….”

As you might have guessed from the way I was addressed, the person calling was none other than my assigned military officer, Baek Sihyun.

She calmly asked in her usual gentle voice.

“So, what’s up?”

“…We used to have a drone for reconnaissance during our operation.”

“Why? What for?”

“Can I borrow it?”

“Why are you asking me? You should ask the supply officer.”

“But you’re stronger, Teacher.”

“Not physically.”

“The supply officer likes you. Can’t you ask him to help us borrow it?”

“But I don’t like the supply officer.”

Then there’s nothing more to say.

It was widely known that the supply officer liked Baek Sihyun.

It wasn’t apparent during the exhibition, but back when we were at the military academy together, he confessed to her every day.

And Baek Sihyun apparently got tired of it and ran away each time he did.

I thought there might be a chance if I asked through Baek Sihyun…

With a hint of regret, Baek Si-hyun, as if contemplating something, said, “[Well, if our kitty really wants it desperately, I can grant it.]”

“…!”

[But there’s a condition.]

“A condition?”

What could that condition possibly be that would make me tolerate having to approach the quartermaster with such reluctance!

Suddenly, fear engulfed me.

His affection toward me was exceptional, but among others, Baek Si-hyun was known for his temperament.

Is he suddenly going to turn into a mad scientist and do something to me?

However, Baek Si-hyun’s request that reached my ears was safer than I had imagined.

[Let me touch your tail.]

“….”

I was about to refuse outright, but I hesitated for a moment. Allowing him to touch my tail here might be much more beneficial in obtaining the camera.

Still, it’s an artifact, and to obtain a camera of that standard, it would cost at least thousands to billions.

Just… just allowing him to touch my tail, which has a value of billions…?

Amidst my wavering thoughts, Baek Si-hyun quietly added more firewood.

[I heard that Amjo can’t be done for less than 30 billion. If I negotiate well, I might get a significant discount?]

“….”

[Maybe I can even borrow it for free….]

The value of allowing him to touch my tail.

Exists…!

“5 seconds. Just a little pat.”

[10 minutes. Keep patting.]

“…30 seconds. Five pats.”

[10 minutes. Keep patting.]

“…1 minute. Ten pats.”

[5 minutes. Keep patting, including brushing.]

“3 minutes. Twenty pats. Brushing for only 1 minute.”

[Okay. Thank you.]

“….”

Anyway, the deal was made.

With this, the broadcast preparation is almost complete, isn’t it?

I promised to meet soon to allow him to touch my tail and hung up the phone.

Although the fact that I have to let others touch my tail, which I carefully manage by brushing it every morning, was quite painful, I hummed a tune, satisfied that I had struck a good deal.

“Hmm~ Meow-.”

Maybe I’m actually somewhat talented in negotiating deals?

* * *

“Oppa, I’m here.”

“Hey, I’m here.”

Park Daseul, who is currently attending Myeonghak High School, a prestigious school in Myeonghak Village, while living alone. It’s been a long time since she visited her older brother’s house.

There’s only one reason. It’s because their parents’ wedding anniversary is coming up soon at their hometown.

She wanted to do some kind of small surprise party or something for them, so that’s why they gathered like this.

Carrying her backpack as if just returning from school, Park Daseul didn’t even pay attention to herself and started taking out the things she brought from her bag after giving her older brother, who was staring fixedly at the monitor without even glancing at her, a quick glare.

Starting with fireworks, she took out the prepared gifts and wrapping paper. Even items like scissors and tape for wrapping.

“I’ve already reserved the cake, so I’ll pick it up later.”

After stopping by the bathroom to wrap the gifts, Park Daseul came back to sneak up behind to see what her brother was so diligently focused on.

And upon checking the monitor, she saw the figure of a woman whom she had just been texting with moments ago, not long ago.

“What? Is that Ye-rin unnie?”

“Yeah, I’ve been seeing a lot of cat eyes lately… What? Ye-rin unnie?”

Park Daseul’s brother, Park Cheol, more famous for the nickname “Chunbak” than “Cheolbak,” turned around in surprise to look at Park Daseul.

“Is there a cat named Ye-rin? No, more importantly, how do you know about that?”

“I met her at the PC room last time.”

“…PC room?”

“Yeah. Look at this. Did we exchange contact info?”

Park Daseul briefly showed Park Cheol some of the text messages with Ha Ye-rin.

It was just a fleeting glimpse, but the exceptional vision of a superhuman like Park Cheol read it accurately in an instant.

“We had useless conversations!”

He was appalled at his little sister’s foolishness.

Well, asking if he could brag about the food he just ate or even touch his tail.

There was nothing productive.

Even though they were usually at odds and bickering, in the end, they were siblings connected by blood.

As Park Cheol, I couldn’t help but worry about where this foolish little sister of mine was getting herself involved.

What if someone disguised themselves as a famous figure these days to approach my sister for kidnapping?

“I cannot forgive that.”

From the start, Park Cheol was someone who thought that “Yerin,” whom he had met with Park Dasul, was not really an avatar with cat eyes. Perhaps originally, they just added cat ears and a tail to their own appearance.

Because there couldn’t possibly be a person in reality with cat ears or a tail.

For that reason, Park Cheol concluded that the person called Yerin, whom Park Dasul had met, was not really an avatar with cat eyes.

“Let’s see what kind of person this is by looking at their face.”

Deciding that there was no need to tell Park Dasul that Yerin might not really have cat eyes, Park Cheol forced a smile and asked, “Can I meet this person too if we happen to meet next time?”

“You? Yerin unnie? Why?”

“Just because, I’m a fan. She also seems to have a high superhuman level.”

“…I see. So, is it that Yerin unnie fits your taste?”

“It’s not like that. Well, not entirely. It’s not because of that.”

“Hmm… But it seems like Yerin unnie is too precious to you.”

“Stop it.”

While stroking his chin, Park Dasul, who had been pondering for a moment, nodded slightly.

“Well, since you don’t have any superhuman friends, it would be nice if you could become friends with someone like Yerin unnie. I’ll ask her once for you, out of consideration for my brother.”

“…Okay. Thanks.”

It was a bit irritating that she didn’t even know how to worry about him and was being a bit presumptuous, but…

Park Cheol decided to let it go with a generous heart of a superhuman. His mental strength, honed through his activities as a superhuman, wouldn’t crumble over something like this.

“But, oppa, what kind of broadcast are you doing that people are saying vulgar things when they see your face on YouTube?”

“….”

“Live properly. Otherwise, I won’t introduce you to Yerin unnie.”

“You brat!”

That was the limit of Park Cheol’s patience.

He leaped up from his chair, shouting with anger, and Park Dasul took exaggerated action, fleeing outside the room.

“Argh! A superhuman has normal fans!”

The exaggerated scream was an added bonus.

“Park Dasul, come here!”

“If you don’t sit down again, I’ll tell Mom!”

“Don’t use your dad’s voice!”

Unfortunately, Park Cheol was still a man in his mid-20s who was afraid of getting scolded by his mom.

He had no choice but to sit back down.