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Han Sua.

Beginning with the petrochemical business in the 1980s, the company has now evolved into a sprawling conglomerate with fingers in every pie—

The only daughter of the eldest son of the current Hansol Group.

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A confident stride.

An attitude that suggests she’s accustomed to giving orders.

Though she tries to act easygoing, a subtle strictness and selfishness peek through.

The overall fussy air about her seems to have been ingrained naturally since childhood.

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While she’s somewhat kind to ordinary fans,

her attitude toward obsessive fans who follow her around demanding autographs and handshakes is notoriously prickly.

Some even enjoy her reactions, secretly recording and sharing them.

Of course, any sexual harassment remarks are met with legal action.

So, if you try to tame Han Sua by threatening her while posing as one of her fans…

Instead of giving up quietly, you might get to hear her loud curses and see her scornful expression.

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Judging from past interview records, she seems to have considerable pride, likely because she’s from a chaebol family.

Yet, strangely, her choice of words and general knowledge level aren’t particularly high for someone of her background.

The pride of a chaebol daughter, clearly influenced by her family.

But her lackluster knowledge doesn’t quite match.

Given her abilities,

it’s possible this is why Han Sua chose to become a hero.

Because it doesn’t matter if you’re not that smart.

This might be one of her complexes, so lightly poking at it during training could yield better reactions.

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Whether good or bad,

not a single mention of Han Sua’s name has ever come up in statements from fellow heroes who graduated in the same class, suggesting she has few close relationships with other heroes.

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Despite having a striking figure, her hero costume is modest and plain, with no revealing elements,

so she likely dislikes exposing her body to others.

Even in casual wear, her outfits are remarkably ordinary—something you’d see on any average person.

So, I’m curious how fans will react when, after her training is complete, she’s dressed in something more revealing…….」

Haaam.

A small yawn.

Seo Woojin, rubbing his eyes briefly, jotted down whatever he could remember into his phone’s memo app.

「10 years later, Korea’s No. 4.

Codename: Sword Saint.

Though she’s skilled with a sword, the name is so random that rumors say she chose it herself rather than having it assigned by the association.

Surprisingly, she might have a bit of an otaku side.

Anyway, she’s a mutant-type hero.

Her base is a lion.

The ears and tail that appear when she uses her abilities are cuter than you’d expect.

If I get the chance later, I’ll have her cosplay something that suits Han Sua…….」

55

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong.

A chilly winter afternoon.

In front of Lee Hayoon and Lee Jiyoon’s apartment.

Before the bell could ring more than a few times, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from inside.

“Y-you’re here?”

“Yeah.”

Despite rushing to the door, Jiyoon only peeked her face through the gap, her hair tied up just like yesterday.

Just like her sister, she feigned nonchalance, though her cautious greeting betrayed her.

Hayoon was the type to open up quickly once she warmed up to someone—a golden retriever in human form.

Jiyoon, on the other hand, took time to get close, but once she did, she’d cautiously reveal her true self—one layer at a time.

Just how thrilling would it be to hold both sisters in the same bed at once?

Hayoon, trying her best to suppress her moans in front of Jiyoon to act like an older sister should,

or Jiyoon sneaking sticky kisses with me while Hayoon buried her face in a pillow, whimpering.

…I’m going insane.

Hiding all my wicked thoughts behind a mask, I spoke.

“Won’t the downstairs neighbors complain if you run around like that?”

“…They’re probably at work. Idiot. It’s barely 5 PM.”

“Do you even know who lives downstairs?”

“…No.”

Figures.

What modern person knows their neighbors?

I don’t even know who lives on my own floor.

“What if they’re students on winter break or jobless people like you?”

“It’s not like I’m running nonstop, just for a second…! J-just get inside before someone sees.”

“Why? Would it be bad if someone saw?”

“Because then my sister might hear weird stuff!”

“Weird stuff?”

“…You know what people assume when a guy comes over while my sister’s not home.”

“You said it was just for drooling and sex practice. I distinctly remember asking if you weren’t embarrassed in front of Hayoon.”

“…Sh-shut up….”

Reminding her of yesterday’s events made her duck behind the door—adorably so.

Like your neighbors even know who lives here. So paranoid, Jiyoon.

With a playful grin, I grabbed the doorknob and stepped inside.

What greeted me was—

“…What?”

“Your clothes.”

“…Weird?”

“Not weird, just….”

It was the same white polka-dot pajamas I’d seen her in when we drank beer.

Even back then, I’d thought they were unusually thin for winter sleepwear.

But now, with just the two of us here, it hit harder.

“They’re pajamas.”

“So?”

“Aren’t they the kind of thing you’d be embarrassed to show a guy?”

“…You’ve already seen them. What’s the big deal?”

“Still, regular clothes would be better than pajamas, no?”

“…It’s not like they’re staying on. Who cares?”

“…….”

“…….”

Jiyoon’s emerald-green eyes darted up and down as she pressed her lips together.

More accurately, she glared downward before sneaking glances upward.

Like she was gauging my reaction.

When I didn’t respond, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away.

Seems like she rehearsed this while waiting.

Her goal was probably…

To rile up her sister’s boyfriend.

Of course, I could just be imagining things.

“…W-what? Why aren’t you saying anything?!”

“What exactly am I supposed to say here?”

“Like… uh… ‘I see’… or something…?”

“I see.”

“Stop copying me and be creative—! Ugh, whatever. It’s just pajamas. Who cares?”

Flustered, she stumbled over her words before stomping into her room.

A faint, yet unmistakably deliberate, hair mist scent lingered in the air.

Smirking, I followed her inside—only to be met with the expected disaster zone.

A bed just big enough for Jiyoon to lie down on.

A computer.

A few clothes dangling from a hanger.

And…

That’s it.

“…….”

I figured Jiyoon’s room would be sparse, but seeing it in person made me wonder if this was really a 20-year-old girl’s room.

I didn’t expect cute plushies like in Hayoon’s room, but she could’ve at least made it a little prettier.

A large, cute character cushion.

A modest mood light.

Something like that.

Well… at least it’s not a complete mess.

Every villain girl I’ve been with turned their place into a landfill.

“All you’ve got is a computer.”

“…So?”

“Feels more like a guy’s room than a girl’s.”

“…….”

When I teased her with my honest impression, Jiyoon—curled up in her computer chair with one knee to her chest—blinked rapidly.

No words, just blinking.

Weird. Not the reaction I expected.

I thought she’d snap back with a “So what?” but she looked… shocked?

Did I say something wrong?

As I backtracked in my head, a thought struck me.

I didn’t say this when I entered Hayoon’s room yesterday.

Maybe she feels like she’s “lost” to her sister.

“…….”

Quickly running the numbers in my head, I stepped closer to Jiyoon.

“Not into decorating? Unlike Hayoon.”

“…Wasting money on that? Why?”

“Hayoon’s room screamed ‘girl’s room’ the second I walked in. Yours? I’d believe it was mine.”

“Ugh, seriously. All gamers’ rooms look the same…! ‘Girl’s room’ my ass… I don’t do that stuff.”

The moment I compared her to her sister, she snapped back.

Not quite the reaction I wanted, but…

Good enough, I guess.

I flashed a soft smile.

Jiyoon, jealous of her sister.

Jiyoon, secretly wanting to steal me away.

A future where all three of us get along is nice, but this side of her is fun too.

Leaving all possibilities open, I continued.

“Anyway. Jiyoon.”

“Hey, don’t just—!”

Without permission, I sat on her bed and yanked her chair toward me.

Unstable posture.

The sudden movement made her wobble dangerously.

I effortlessly caught her in my arms and set her down on the bed—without any skin contact.

Then:

“So, what ‘practice’ are we doing today?”

“…….”

“Yesterday, you said there was something too embarrassing to teach me.”

“…….”

In the silence that followed, I loomed over Jiyoon.

And spoke.

“No way they’re dating.”

Han Chaejun muttered, glaring at Jiyoon’s dimly lit profile.

Sure, the possibility of Seo Woojin being her boyfriend existed.

He’d never seen Jiyoon play games with close friends before, so why suddenly with a guy?

Definitely suspicious.

It’d be easy to assume, “Ah, she’s gaming with her boyfriend.”

But the counterargument was just as simple:

Why would she introduce him as a “close friend” and not her “boyfriend”?

If he were her boyfriend, wouldn’t she just say so? That’d scare off all the other guys hitting on her.

So, the chances of Seo Woojin being her boyfriend plummeted.

“…….”

“Jiyoon, I think she’s masturbating.”

What kind of joke is that between just friends?

That’s the kind of banter you’d only hear between childhood friends.

And calling herself the “side dish”?

…Whatever, fine.

Let’s say it’s just some weird in-group humor. Still makes no sense, but whatever.

But even if you dismiss it as a joke,

it was still insanely lewd.

Jiyoon’s voice when she suddenly joined the Discord call.

“If only there was auto-record… damn it…”

Leaning his chair back to the limit, Chaejun stared at the ceiling, replaying last night’s events.

That brat who always snapped at him in a low, prickly tone—

moaning in a dazed voice, swallowing audibly between breaths.

He’d nearly died with his dick rock-hard while gaming.

“Ugh…”

Was she actually masturbating before joining the call?

Staring at Jiyoon’s profile, Chaejun replayed the memory over and over.

Just as he resolved himself and prepared to leave—

“……?”

Jiyoon’s profile lit up green.

Huh?

She’s supposed to be asleep by now…

Thursday nights are her all-nighters.