Chapter 30 – #30. NTR
I-ssi… From now on, I’ll have to delete it from the Nobel World desktop.
Because of a useless misunderstanding, I almost got my brother to reveal my identity.
It was still too early to reveal my identity to him.
If my brother found out that I was his avid reader and knew all the contents of his novels, that would be tantamount to defeat for me.
I had to pretend I didn’t know the assistant my brother would give me in the future.
Going to the movie theater and having her pussy pierced and being fucked in the bathroom.
Going to the beach and wearing a swimsuit that only exposes the pubic area.
Everyone had to pretend they didn’t know.
Only then will my brother teach me even more rewardingly.
And I will also be able to taste my brother’s sincere teaching, not just acting.
First of all, I had to somehow answer my brother’s question, so I sang whatever song came to mind, but somehow Minho’s reaction was unusual.
This person… Is he really angry…?
Why…?
In fact, [A childhood friend. High school classmate. And over seniors.] I had never read it.
The only work I see now in Nobel World is my brother’s novel.
I tried to take a look at other novels, but the other novels tended to focus too much on rice cakes and let go of the story.
But that wasn’t the case.
Delicious storytelling must have a solid build-up and psychological description to make it taste good.
What’s the fun in seeing the heroines take out their sleeping but roll their eyes and say ‘heh yeah’.
That’s why my brother’s novel was even more perfect.
Love and hate.
A body to enjoy and a heart to reject.
The perfection of each line was unmatched.
“Why are you swearing? On a bus with many people.”
“Ha… Naeun-ah… You really…”
Minho oppa grabbed his forehead as if he was dizzy.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t read mine. But how can you call that interesting to me?”
I knew for a moment that I was the lover who had an affair.
“Why? It’s just fun.”
First of all, since I said I was watching it, I guess I should roughly say it was interesting, but if my brother asked me about the novel, I would have been exposed as lying.
“You you…!”
My brother couldn’t continue talking, as if his anger had risen to the top of his head.
“I’m here. Get down.”
I pushed him lightly and passed him by.
Arriving at the address where we will be carrying out the new project this time, we went round and round around the museum.
Minho oppa was still muttering beside me as if he wasn’t feeling well at the words I said.
“Hannah. I’ll recommend another Novel World novel. There are so many more interesting novels than her.”
“Why do you keep doing things based on other people’s tastes? Hurry up and take a picture of the building.
His [Childhood friend. High school classmate. And [Over-senpai.] What is he doing all the time?
At my words, my brother took out his cell phone and started filming.
“Haa… But it’s pretty slanted, so I don’t think it’ll be annoying when making a conta?”
Perhaps it was because the museum was not located in the middle of the city, but we were able to arrive here only after climbing up the ramp.
When making an architectural model, it was always necessary to create something called a conta that imitated the model of the surrounding land.
On a flat surface, there was always no burden, but on a slope like this, the work was at least doubled. There were times when it increased up to three times.
And this land is truly disgusting.
Doing it manually seemed like it would take all day.
“I don’t know. I’ll let you do the laser cutting.”
The older brother, who replied that he would replace the labor with cash, took all the pictures and seemed to write down the necessary information.
“Have you finished your business? Let’s go down now.”
“…Naeun-ah.”
My older brother called me out in a very serious voice.
“Why.”
“The design is over today, so there’s nothing to do when you go home, right?”
Throbbing.
For the first time since our first meeting, I had a feeling that my brother would invite me to do something first.
Is it finally the start of teaching assistantship…!
Turning my head to check my brother’s face, I was sure.
A bloody expression reminiscent of Lee Jin-seong.
“Let’s stop by my house for a minute and talk.”
“I have nothing to talk about with my brother.”
“No. I am.”
Heart stop me
I felt like my brother could hear my heartbeat that was about to explode, so I had no choice but to reply to him in a louder voice.
“Because I’ll completely transform you from now on. Shut up and follow me.”
Hehe
Fortunately this time, I was able to stop the soft onomatopoeia that was trying to escape my mouth.
It was me who was terribly flummoxed by the fact that it came out of my mouth inadvertently a while ago.
“…Doesn’t it really scare you at all that you don’t even explain what and how you’re going to modify it and just talk it out like that?”
Make me more angry
Give me more trouble
You can’t just leave such a scandalous junior like that, right? Brother.
“I don’t say it. Just look.”
It was as if a signal was sent to the womb with every word my brother said.
Minho oppa, who held me so strongly that his wrists were swollen red, took me back to his palace.
He led me to Hu In-dong’s room.
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“I understand?”
Just like last time, the two of us sat side by side in front of Minho’s desk, looking at the computer screen.
“…Brother.”
“Why. Is there something you don’t understand?”
“Why should I be listening to this?”
“…I told you. I will transform you.”
…Brother.
Seriously, I think I’ll find out why my brother is a fool.
In fact, there didn’t seem to be much of a reason for Minho’s oppa to be all alone.
He’s on the tall side, and his face is kind of easy to look at, so I thought it wouldn’t be strange even if we dated at least once…
This is it
Of course, I couldn’t deny that I was a crazy bitch, but Minho oppa’s side like this… Was madness.
There was no other way to explain it than madness.
With a face like that of Satan, he is [A childhood friend. High school classmate. And over senior.] Was explaining why it was an idiotic novel for an hour.
He even dismantled the works that had been published up to 200 episodes one by one, pointing out where the probability was destroyed.
“Look. Does it make sense for Eunha Ko to confess to a man here? Does it make sense! Huh? Fuck. It’s more correct to say that her brain melted after being hypnotized. How can this be a normal person’s way of thinking! That way, you can become immersed in the main character. No.”
“…No.”
All of a sudden, I ended up memorizing the names of the characters in the novel that I had no interest in.
Gradually sensing that the limit of my patience was approaching, I thought I needed to put the brakes on him.
“Brother… I’m not going to watch this anymore… Can you please stop?”
“What? Then you cancel your preferred works here and now. Authenticate. Then I’ll send it to you.”
…Yes?
Then you’re accessing Nobel World with my mobile phone right now, right?
Emergency. It was an emergency.
Because right now, there is only one work in my library of Nobel World.
Her Minho, her brother’s, her [I imprisoned her].
“I’m going to go to the bathroom for a while.”
“Hey! Cancel the previous work and go!”
Ignoring his words, I locked the bathroom door and hurriedly took out my cell phone.
After opening the Novell World app, I went to my library and clicked the heart button.
Cancel her favorite piece of [Her Imprisoned Her]?
Ha… Let’s meet again in a little while. Midwinter Writer. Jin Sung.
Pressing the cancel button with tears in my eyes, I had no choice but to rummage through the rankings once again.
Ah… Where did this fucking work go?
A work that ruined the love love teaching time of me and Minho oppa.
[Childhood friend. High school classmate. And over-seniority.]
I started to hate works that I hadn’t even read in Korean.
Ah… I was really looking forward to it, and then I was exhausted. What is this…
However, contrary to my heart, after putting the work on my selection list, I left the bathroom.
“Why. Can’t you cancel the previous work? Huh?”
My brother was still looking at me with his eyes wide open, as if his excitement had not subsided.
Wait a minute… If this is the case…
I had a good idea.
The thought of me being eaten.
“Brother. If you think you’re good enough to point out other people’s novels like that.”
I moved the chair a little closer to my brother and put my hand on his thigh.
“What… What is it?”
As expected, he still couldn’t adapt to my skinship.
“Tell me.”
“What.”
“My brother’s novels are more interesting and solid.”
“…They said they wouldn’t want to read it even if you died.”
My older brother looked at me with sullen eyes.
“But seeing that my brother is so sincere about novels, he wants to talk about how well he writes.”
I felt the burning anger in my brother’s eyes disappear more and more.
Again, my brother’s face began to turn white.
That would be intuition too. That something is going wrong.
But it’s already too late. Midwinter Writer.
From now on you…
“Then, oppa, let’s read your novel one episode at a time, just like we did before!”
I smiled and whispered in his ear.
“You’re taking the reader away from that novel that you hate so much.”
