Ch.210Side Story – I Became a Heroine After the Pure Love Ending (1)

It’s been a year since I received a public proposal from Do Hamin.

Well, to be precise, it hasn’t been a full year.

Since it’s now my second summer vacation as Ban Doyoung,

it would be more accurate to say about 10 months have passed, not quite a year.

My goodness.

I got proposed to by the protagonist just 6 months after possessing this body,

so after 16 months, surely our relationship must have progressed tremendously?

Did we perhaps have an accident?

Maybe Lime has already been born

and I’m appearing on some teen mom reality show?

To you who just thought that.

You’ve asked an excellent question.

If I were to answer that question…

“Hey, you virgin loser! I told you to use your tongue when we kiss, not just your lips! Don’t just suck, lick too!”

“B-but that’s embarrassing!”

“Sigh, I heard the Do Hamin next door has no problem telling his girlfriend to grab his dick… why won’t my Do Hamin tell me to grab his pussy…”

“W-who would say such weird things!”

This is the current state of my relationship with Hamin.

I proudly received a promise from Hamin to share our future together,

but since then, there haven’t been any passionate developments between us.

The reality is that the protagonist of this world, Do Hamin, still thinks of kissing as just pressing lips together or giving CPR until I order him to use his tongue.

Miss Ban Doyoung is now a 16-year-old second-year.

And Hamin, whose birthday has passed, is a 17-year-old second-year.

We’re still far from the day Hamin promised.

Eighteen years old.

And high school graduation were the conditions Hamin set for when he would take me.

The protagonist of this all-ages world boldly declared he wouldn’t “eat” the heroine until she became “of age,” so what could I, the heroine who achieved the pure love ending, possibly do about it?

I just have to wait until that promised day comes,

fending off girls with unnecessary thoughts who approach this virgin protagonist,

and warding off mediocre men who drool as they approach the most beautiful girl in this world.

At least on January 1st, Hamin’s birthday.

Thanks to my bunny girl cosplay assault on his house, I managed to extract a promise that he would be more physically affectionate when we kiss.

As a result, he now slightly touches my thigh when we kiss.

At this rate, I wonder when he’ll reach my chest.

Haha, fuck.

“Doyoung, are you still lying in bed? Even during vacation, you shouldn’t stay like that past noon. As your older sister, I should set a good example, right?”

“Waaah. Today I just want to be a baby. Give me mommy’s milk.”

“Solyoung’s family is coming over today, so at least wash your face.”

“Tch, she didn’t play along.”

Although the progress between Hamin and me is almost at a standstill, like me sprawled in bed all morning during vacation,

if someone were to ask if there have been no changes at all in these 10+ months, the answer would definitely be “no.”

Even if there’s been no progress between Hamin and me,

that doesn’t mean there’s been no progress in the world of “Half of Half Island.”

“Mom, Dad. We’re here!”

“Hello, Mother!”

“Oh my, my son’s daughter-in-law and grandchild. Come in, come in. You must be tired from coming in this heat.”

“Solmi, say hello to grandma?”

“Gwanma!”

“My goodness, Solmi is already babbling? Did she just call me grandma?”

“She’s four months old now.”

This March, Solmi was born to Solyoung and Teacher Miso.

She had Teacher Miso’s round, plump face and reddish cheeks.

A cute little girl with eyes the exact same luminous color as Solyoung’s.

“Ban Solmi! My niece!”

“Oh my! Student Doyoung! Don’t come down the stairs shouting so loudly!”

“Waaaaaah!”

“Oh no, I just calmed her down in the car!”

“Haha. Sorry.”

As is natural for babies, even her crying face and sounds were the spitting image of Teacher Miso.

So much so that anyone could tell she was definitely born between those two.

It was one of two cases that made me realize how scary genetics can be.

Fortunately, Solmi’s crying quickly subsided thanks to Teacher Miso playing the “Love Hatchupong” video on a tablet from the baby bag.

“Oh my, I forgot to have our youngest say hello. Come on, shall we say hello to your big brother’s family? Hello?”

And now.

A baby with sharp eyes unsuitable for his age, cradled in his mother’s arms.

This little one is the protagonist of the other case that made me realize how scary genetics can be.

“Bah.”

A 40-day-old baby making a dismissive gesture at his brother who is 24 years older.

“Haha, that’s our Leon alright. Gotta appreciate his coolness.”

“Isn’t that cute? Hehe. He’s exactly like your father’s fierce younger days.”

“I don’t think I was that young.”

After the incident with mom’s school uniform last year.

The little ball dad shot up became a gift that arrived as the Ban family’s late child.

Ban Leon.

Someone might question this.

Even if Ban is a good surname, and even if we’re in a global era where international names are trendy.

How could they name a baby Leon?

Our family has a lot to say about this.

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“It would be nice to have all four siblings with pretty names starting with ‘Young,’ for consistency. So I was thinking <Ban Rayoung> for the youngest. When I was young, I always dreamed of having music-related characters in my children’s names.”

“Rayoung is pretty, but Ban Rayoung is a bit… He’s a boy, and thinking about being teased for his name when he’s young, wouldn’t a normal name be better? Dad was teased a lot for that when I was young. So I thought <Ban Dojun> would be good for the youngest. It has a musical note in it, and takes one character each from mom and dad.”

“But he’ll get teased for having ‘Ban’ in his name anyway. It’s okay. Our youngest is mom and dad’s child, so he’ll be fine wherever he goes without being teased. But if you really want a music-related name, how about <Ban Juyoung>? Juyoung seems like a nice name too.”

“Oh, that’s good too. It doesn’t necessarily have to include a musical note.”

“Hmm… it’s hard to decide. Everyone has good ideas.”

“They’re all fine, but don’t use <Lime>. That’s reserved for my and Hamin’s baby. I’m claiming that nickname first.”

“Doyoung, aren’t you taking this seriously? This is your only little brother’s name, you should think carefully!”

“Are Ban Ra, Ban Do, and Ban Ju really the result of careful thinking?”

When it came time to name the unexpected late child,

there was a clash of opinions just like when naming Solmi.

Even if the child was unexpected,

a newborn child deserves to be blessed.

In the family meeting held to decide on a name that hadn’t been determined even after the youngest was born,

we shared what each of us thought was the best name.

Of course, I participated in the meeting not to give the best name, but to prevent <Lime> from being taken.

“Ready?”

“Of course.”

“We’ll all throw paper airplanes at the same time, and the name written on the airplane that flies the longest will be the youngest’s name!”

“Ooooh!”

Finally, after spending time without reaching a consensus, we took the drastic measure of a paper airplane contest.

I’d heard somewhere that there’s nothing better than this when a name can’t be decided.

The faces of everyone just before launching their paper airplanes were full of confidence and determination.

As if none of them had any doubt that their folded paper airplane would fly the longest.

It was confidence full of sufficient grounds.

The physical abilities of the Ban family were second to none.

Ban Doche. 5th dan in Kendo. 196cm tall, head of a Kendo dojo.

Chuk Junsuk. 6th dan in Kendo, 179cm tall, former youth national team member.

Ban Solyoung. 3rd dan in Kendo. 195cm tall with the longest legs.

Ban Siyoung. 2nd dan in Kendo. 170cm tall, current youth Kendo world champion.

Ban Doyoung. 1st dan in Kendo. 174cm tall with H-cup breasts.

It wouldn’t be strange no matter who won.

Except for me.

“Ready…”

“Go!”

Paper airplanes folded from different colored papers flew all at once.

The planes soared magnificently, making sounds as they cut through the air, coloring the ceiling,

-Thud

They collided and tangled with each other in mid-air, falling to the floor one by one,

and the last one to remain airborne before falling under the baby’s bed was…

“Hmph. My Crimson Flight Method. The victory of the Scarlet Flight.”

“What the hell is that, you crazy girl.”

It was Siyoung’s orange paper airplane.

“Well, we made a promise, so we have no choice. Let’s name the youngest with the name Siyoung chose. Is everyone okay with that?”

“Fine, as long as it’s not Lime.”

“There you go again.”

“But what was the name Siyoung chose? I don’t think I heard it properly earlier.”

“Ban Leon.”

“…Eh?”

“That name is the coolest.”

At least the name includes a musical note.