Chapter 113 – Transformation of a Woman Is Innocent, but This Is Enough to Be Guilty (2)
Early morning.
Beep beep- beep beep-
Shin Yoo-jung was awakened by the sound of an alarm that went off before the sun had even risen.
After roughly washing her face to wash off the remaining sleeping bag, she left the house.
“Whoa… , Whoa… !”
I run forward, passing all the people who start the morning with a light jog.
This was her new workout routine that was added a few days ago.
There is only one reason why I started jogging.
‘I can’t lose to Elena!’
Because she was inspired by Elena, who is on the same team and who is in her same position.
Shin Yoo-jung has never thought that her stamina is weak.
But this time, for the first time, she felt her insufficiency as she never tired before herself even while moving with a tower shield heavier than her own equipment.
She didn’t want to lose a single thing.
More for the same position.
So I decided to increase her exercise routine.
She contemplated increasing her workouts in the morning or afternoon, but she gave up.
‘I can’t afford to spend less time with Do-jin.’
Even if she sticks with her more than she does now, it shouldn’t be that she would cut down on the amount of time she was with him when she wasn’t enough.
That’s why she’s going on like this, but she didn’t allow her pride to do that.
After much thought, she made her choice.
‘Let’s cut down on sleeping time!’
Her average sleep time is about six hours.
Among them, she decided to sacrifice an extra hour.
“Whoa… !”
Her entire body was drenched in sweat as she ran for an hour while maintaining a speed several times that of others.
30 minutes to go, 30 minutes to come.
After running for an hour, she headed straight home.
She opened the door as usual, but something was strange.
“…… ?”
Normally, when you open the door, you should hear the sound of cooking in the kitchen and the mouth-watering smell of food, but today it wasn’t like that at all.
She tilted her head and headed to her kitchen.
Instead of a mother who tells her to wash up and come out, the kitchen with the lights off welcomes her.
Soon, she decided not to think much of it.
“… You seem to be sleeping late.”
Although that had never happened before, isn’t her mother also a person?
If you’re tired or something’s not right, you can sleep in late.
“Because I’m old, so….”
It’s a bit of a sad story, but her mother is no longer young either.
Her face is still young, so she still doesn’t look my age, but she can’t fake it.
‘Sometimes I’ll wear it instead…’ ? Do-jin seemed to like it as well.’
Though it was a filial thought, she opened the refrigerator door thinking that if Kim Do-jin heard it, she would be shocked.
I poured a cup full of cool water and turned around, feeling someone from behind.
“I’m sorry, daughter…. My mom must have slept in for a long time. Why didn’t she hear the alarm… ?”
Shin Yoo-jeong turns around and drinks water to quench her burning thirst.
“Ouch!”
And as soon as he turned around, he poured out the water he had been holding in his mouth.
Rumble
Streams of water flowed effortlessly and fell down the chin.
She asked with a bewildered expression.
“… Who are you?”
She turned around to hear her mother’s voice.
The person I met is definitely my mother, but… , She was not a mother.
* * *
“Kyaaaaagh!”
Before the alarm even went off, another sound interrupted and woke me up.
As soon as I hear it, I think I know what’s going on.
It seems that our Jung-hee woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror.
If so, the movement after that is also obvious.
Can-can-can!
“Do Jin-ah! If you wake up, please open the door… , No, even if you haven’t woken up, can you get up and open it?!”
An urgent voice breaks through the door.
And another voice rang loudly in my ears.
“Hey! What the hell did you feed my mother, you crazy bastard!”
Oh
This is unexpected.
Come to think of it, I’m not the only one seeing her face in the morning, right?
“I’ll stir-fry them again.”
When I think of hearing that guy say something, I smile bitterly.
Putting that aside, let’s start by appreciating the face of Mr. Jung-hee, who must have changed anew.
I walked to the front door with a leisurely step and unlocked the lock.
Then the door opens immediately.
Her face with the bright sunlight on her back like a halo comes into view.
“Do, Dojin-ah. When the lady woke up, she looked like this….”
“Uh, um.”
People say that if people are too surprised, they don’t know what to do and can’t even react.
For the first time in my life, I experienced that feeling.
Really… , No words come out.
I just don’t know.
How should I react, what should I say first.
It feels like all the rational senses that judge everything are paralyzed.
It’s not like her face just changed or anything.
Even though the 100-year-old evening primrose is said to be the golden flower, ultimate cosmetic surgery such as making an ugly face handsome is impossible.
The atmosphere hasn’t changed much either.
Elegant, dignified, gentle… , But on the other hand, it remains infinitely bewitching.
The big change in her face was none other than the traces of the years.
No matter how young she was, her skin bore traces of years she had not overcome.
Things you can’t see from a distance, but you can only see things up close.
Those things disappeared neatly, and the place was filled with vitality and elasticity.
Porcelain skin that is firm and moist, and pores are barely visible even when you look closely.
I already imagined it while drinking tea last night.
I wondered what her face would look younger than now.
… Vague imagination naturally loses its power to some extent when it becomes reality, but this time it is the exact opposite.
Rather, my imagination was poor, to the point of lamentation.
Being conscious of Shin Yoo-jung’s gaze next to her, she manages to suppress her desire to hug her right away.
“No matter how much Auntie thinks about it, the only reason this happened is because the car you gave me last night… , Is that right?”
“Uh… , That’s right.”
The whole truth cannot be revealed right away.
The 100-year-old evening primrose is a very rare material that is not even sold at all, although it is expensive.
If you ask me where I got it from, I’ll be speechless, so I need to gloss over it with something suitable.
“This is a bit surprising to me too.”
“I’m surprised… ?”
“That, I got it while going through a dungeon a while ago, but it turns out that the flower is good for skin care, so I just boiled it because I thought it would be nice to give it to a lady, but I didn’t think it would be as effective as this….”
I know, it’s a lame lie.
But what are you going to do, I said so.
The more flimsy lies, the more shameless and resolute you need to be.
At that time, Shin Yoo-jung, who was standing behind me, asked me a sharp question.
“Dungeon? What dungeon? You went with us every day. But during our money dungeon, there wasn’t even a single flower?”
It’s quite sharp, but it’s not even close to this.
“… I went for a short time over the weekend. With someone other than you.”
“Who else?”
There is only one person around me who can bring reality to this lie.
“With Yoon Ji-an.”
When the name she knows comes up, Shin Yoo-jung’s face becomes grim.
“Two people?”
“No, there are four, including Mr. Jian and two more members of the Association.”
“Hmm….”
The anger seems to have subsided further.
I said, turning my head towards Jung-hee, who was still restless.
“I thought it was just an evening primrose… , I guess it wasn’t just an evening primrose.”
“Yeah, it seems so.”
She still ran her hand over her face in disbelief.
Even if you touch it, the feeling will be different.
Now it has become embarrassing to call her an ajumma in front of others.
She used to be able to aim for her early to mid-30s if she hit really well before, but now she’s at a level where you can’t believe she’s in her late 20s.
Wherever she goes, if you call her a lady, she might be scolded by a young woman for saying that.
“So, are there any more flowers?”
Shin Yoo-jeong asked me, aiming for her rice cake dumplings.
The child has a lot of greed.
A young and resilient kid ate more of it, so she said she would enjoy a movie.
“Unfortunately, I wrote everything yesterday.”
“Ah….”
Shin Yoo-jung sighs and glares at her cutely with a resentful gaze.
She’ll pretend not to be like this and give me a sneak peek later.
“Anyway, ma’am.”
“Yes.”
She said in her earnest voice to her, who still had a bewildered look on her face.
“Congratulations.”
At my words, her expression brightens little by little.
He seems to have noticed something in what he just said.
That he became younger was not an unintended coincidence.
Well, it doesn’t matter if you notice that much.
“… Yes, thanks to our Do-jin, the lady got a big present.”
“Sir, bad boy. I don’t give, only mom….”
Jung-hee shouted energetically, hitting the back of Shin Yoo-jung, who was screaming loudly next to her.
“Why do you want to share what Dojini gave for her mother? You are still young.”
“Oh, I don’t know!”
She stomps her feet as if trying to appeal to her pout and stomps her downstairs.
A situation where only the two of them were left.
She stretched out her arm for a moment to hold her, but she made an unexpected move.
It was scary that Shin Yoo-jung was invisible, so she first dug into her arms.
“Whoops… , You really kept your promise.”
The promise she said was probably what she said when she said that she would let her live as a witch.
I said hugging her tighter.
“You have to keep it. It’s a promise with someone anyway.”
With her smile on her face, I asked her towards her as she cradled me in her arms.
“Now, if I really go out, will I see you as a young lady? Guys are going to make a fuss about it asking for your phone number.”
“Hoho, are you worried?”
“No.”
The time to worry about that has already passed.
She looked up at me and said.
“Honestly, I feel better now. Other people’s eyes, and my appearance to others. Just… , Do-jin, you are a lady… , How you see me is the most important thing.”
She stares at me with her more coy eyes.
“So tell me. I am now… , How it looks in your eyes.”
If you put it on, you can put it on anything.
Whether it’s dozens of words or hundreds of words, if you’re given time to think, you can mobilize all sorts of rhetoric.
However, the answer he spits out is very plain, and that is why he is honest.
“Pretty.”
As if no more words were needed, firmly and clearly.
My attitude like that came back with a certain reward.
“Are you free in the evening?”
“… Even if you don’t have it, you have to make it.”
“Then make it.”
The girl who fell out of my arms pointed at me with her hand and continued her words.
“This is enough… , Wouldn’t it be okay to go on a date outside?”
“… Exactly.”
There was nothing she could do but shake her head in response to the indescribable charm and atmosphere created by the mixture of mature beauty accumulated by her years of life and bursting vitality.
I had a sudden thought.
… The dizzying thought that perhaps I might have created a ridiculous monster into the world with my own hands.
