Chapter 54 – Episode 54
Choi Ayoung ended the broadcast.
‘It’s hard.’
I was hungry too.
‘I’m tired.’
She picked up the strawberries that her landlord and her aunt had given her.
Muck, muck.
The hunger has subsided.
I brushed my teeth. Took off her underwear. She wore a slim dress.
I lay down on the bed.
“Brother… Miss you…”
I called Jinseong.
“Oppa, what are you doing?”
– Huh. I was writing a post for a while.
“What post is this?”
– I would like to post a summary of your activities on LoL-related communities.
“Thank you. Even though you must be very tired, you help us broadcast, promote, and post.”
– No. You don’t have to be thankful. I do it because it is beneficial to me. If you do well, then I can do well too, right?
“Thank you. It’s so pretty I’m dying. Please come to my house soon. “You did a good job, so I’ll give you a praise sticker.”
Thank you.
‘Oppa, thank you so, so much.’
I was just grateful to Jinseong.
Also, her mother regained her health.
Being saved from a killer.
I also realized my talent for gaming.
I also moved to a better environment.
It also happened to be broadcast under good conditions.
These days, I can live with a smile.
The worries disappeared from my mind.
It was all thanks to Jinseong.
I was endlessly grateful.
I was grateful beyond words.
I received so much from my brother.
I don’t know how to pay it back.
I’d like to repay the favor even just a little.
I couldn’t give anything back.
“I earned over 1 million won today.”
-And? Did you earn a lot?
“Hehe, it’s all thanks to you.”
Thank you, brother.
“I made a lot of money thanks to you, so I’ll give you another compliment sticker.”
– Oh, you make money because of me? You earned it by doing well.
“It’s thanks to you, right? “I’ll give you three special compliment stickers.”
– I will accept it gratefully. Are there any other awards besides compliment stickers?
The word ‘prize’ reminded me of the housewarming event.
I climbed on top of Jinseong and boldly kissed him.
Jinseong’s lower body, which had a hard erection, came to mind.
“… Do you want to receive an award?”
– Yes, I want to receive it.
“… I understand. I’ll give you an award too.”
– Will it be made thicker than last time?
“… Yes, seriously. Very, very thick.”
I need to give you a kiss as a reward. I have to get on his lap again this time. Sticky. Very, very sticky. Soggy.
– You can look forward to it.
Choi Ayoung’s tone of voice has become moist.
Her left hand slipped into the thin black dress.
“Oppa.”
– Huh?
“Would you like to come receive the award now?”
– Sorry. Because I need to sleep. I’ll go tomorrow.
“Chi, I understand. Come tomorrow.”
Ssuk suk.
Her dainty fingers swept down her right breast.
“Ah…”
– ? Why? I’m tired? Did you feel bad because I told you not to go?
“No. “Because I like you.”
– I like? How good is it?
“A lot. “A lot, a lot.”
– I like you a lot too.
The index finger pressed her nipple.
Stir-
Her waist lifted slightly.
“Oppa, do you want to see Ayoung’s photo?”
-Yes, I want to see it. Show me.
“I understand. “Just a moment.”
I took a picture with a cell phone camera.
Click-!
I checked the photo.
Bust.
It was filmed from her head to her hips.
The black dress is disheveled. Her cleavage was exposed. Her hardened nipples were almost invisible.
‘It’s so dirty…’ …’
Choi Ayoung sent a photo.
“Oh?! Brother?! I sent it by mistake! “Oppa, don’t look at me!!”
Even though it could have been deleted right away.
Choi Ayoung did not delete it right away.
It was deleted after about 30 seconds.
You saw it, right? A smiling face? A disheveled black dress? Naked cleavage? Nipples that are barely visible?
At the thought of what he saw,
‘It’s wet…’ …’
The bottom was wet.
“Oppa, I’ll send it to you again!”
– Oh, that’s a shame. I wanted to see more.
“Too bad! “I told you not to look at it?!”
– Sorry, you’re too pretty so stop.
I also saw it. It looked as expected. You probably looked at the chest enlarged.
What was my brother thinking? Are you excited? Has it grown hard?
Choi Ayoung adjusted her clothes.
She took a normal photo.
Click-!
After confirmation, I sent a photo.
– Wow, it’s gorgeous.
“How pretty is it?”
-There are no angels?
Her heart was pounding. My heart hurt when I was told I was pretty.
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I woke up at 4:20 am.
“Ugh, I’m sleepy…”
I only slept for 2 hours.
After watching Choi A-young’s broadcast, I wrote a post about Choi A-young on various communities, and ended up falling asleep too late.
‘Ha, I’m going to die…’
I felt like I was going crazy. I couldn’t open my eyes.
It won’t work. It can’t be helped.
[You have purchased a fatigue reliever.]
I took anti-fatigue medication.
The fatigue went away like a lie. My mind, which had been half-asleep, became clear. My aching stomach has calmed down.
I cleared my throat and stood up.
‘Let’s do exercise.’
I left the dormitory.
Shivering from the cold, she held her cell phone.
[2012/02/01 Wednesday]
[4:25 AM]
She put her hands in her pockets because she was cold.
I thought about two jobs.
‘After working two jobs… It was a lot harder than I thought…’
The labor intensity was not difficult. The labor intensity itself was bearable.
The problem was working hours.
Because the working hours were long, I could only sleep for two hours. There was extremely little time to sleep.
If it weren’t for the fatigue relief medication, I would have collapsed from overwork.
‘I thought I could do a side job for 2–3 hours at most…’
It wasn’t. It was a miscalculation.
‘I worked on the side for over 6 hours… From 8 PM to 2 AM…’
There is a problem.
The working hours will not be long just for one day. It was going to get even longer in the future.
It’s dangerous.
It’s ominous.
Jinseong only had two futures in mind.
‘If it continues like this… Collapse from overwork… Either live with anti-fatigue medication or… There is a high probability that it is one of two things…’
I narrowed my eyebrows. I was in deep thought. I continued to think hard until I reached the entrance to the gym.
‘Good.’
I made up my mind.
‘In reality, two jobs are impossible.’
I guess I have to do just one.
‘Because I don’t want to quit broadcasting.’
It was difficult to do just one thing properly.
‘I have to quit the factory.’
I made a decision.
Reasons for wanting to quit the factory.
There were three main reasons.
1. It was an achievement.
The first priority was achievement. The most important thing was to beat achievements and earn points.
When I beat achievement 100 soon.
I had to do two achievements at the same time.
As the number of achievements increases and the difficulty level increases.
The time spent on completing achievements will inevitably increase.
‘In order to complete achievements smoothly, you must secure free time.’
It was a hundred times more advantageous to adjust the broadcasting schedule than to be tied up in a factory for more than 13 hours a day.
2. I want to invest in growth.
I want to increase my free time.
Increase in leisure time -〉 Rest time increases -〉 Able to invest in growth time -〉 Able to achieve greater success.
3. It was selection and concentration.
Do you want to go to the factory?
Do you want to join Choi Ayoung?
What if you have to choose between them?
There was no need to even worry.
I will choose the latter.
Being with Choi Ayoung.
It was beneficial to everyone.
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I requested a meeting with CEO Oh Dae-hoon.
“… Are you going to quit?
President Oh Dae-hoon asked.
A look of embarrassment was evident.
“Why? Because the salary is low? But if you want, I will raise your salary.”
[Inner thoughts: Our slaves are helpful employees to the company. You have to hold on to it even if it means raising your salary.]
[Inner heart: I’m embarrassed. A sincere slave would quit the company without any hope.]
Jinseong shook his head.
“I’m sorry. I’ll only go until I save someone.”
“What is your reason for quitting? What do you plan to do when you quit?”
“I plan to study.”
“Huh, I can’t help it. Study hard. You can only go to work until today. You don’t have to go to work starting tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much.”
“I was grateful too. If you change your mind, come back anytime. A sincere person like you is always welcome.”
[Inner heart: It’s a shame. A faithful friend is leaving.]
[Inner thoughts: I was glad that Miyeon’s face became brighter these days…]
Finished the interview with CEO Oh Dae-hoon.
I went to see Oh Mi-yeon.
She was doing her accounting work.
[Likeability: 15]
[Mental recovery medicine: 10/100]
[Inner heart: I’m depressed. I’m blue. I’m suddenly depressed like I’m going crazy.]
[Inner heart: I feel peaceful… Because depression suddenly comes… It seems like it’s a hundred times harder than usual…]
[Inner heart: I want to die.]
He smiled bitterly.
I felt sorry for Oh Mi-yeon who was suffering.
“Hello, Miyeon?”
I got closer.
“Have some coffee.”
“Thank you every time.”
Oh Mi-yeon smiled like a benevolent fairy.
Rattling-.
Her slender hand trembled slightly as she held the paper cup.
[Inner heart: Kanune.]
[Inner thoughts: Black coffee is my favorite… If you drink canoe… Will my depression go away today? ? Will there be peace… ?]
[Inner mind: Why? Why do I feel fine just by drinking coffee? Did Mr. Babmat use magic?]
Oh Mi-yeon drank her coffee.
“Haaa…”
She let out her deep breath.
[Inner thoughts: The depression has disappeared.]
[Inner heart: Peace has come again.]
[Inner thoughts: Mr. Babmat must have worked magic on coffee.]
[Inner thoughts: I’m sure my depression has disappeared thanks to Mr. Rice.]
[Likeability: 30]
Favorability increased from 15 to -〉 30.
“Mr. Jinseong.”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
Jinseong couldn’t help but be instantly enchanted by Oh Miyeon’s smile.
Her smile was so beautiful that her heart was pounding so hard.
“It’s dinner. Do you want to eat udon together?”
“… Udon?”
“Yes, you make me coffee every time, so I want to repay you in a small way.”
Oh Mi-yeon had no doubt that Jin-seong would definitely agree.
There were few men in the world who would refuse a peerless beauty’s offer to eat.
While eating, she planned to subtly ask about the secret of coffee.
“I’m sorry. I have a prior engagement. It’s going to be difficult today.”
“Okay. Do you remember the last food stall? See you there.”
“Yes?”
“Why? Is eating udon with me so amazing that I can’t believe it? Yo. This… ? Yes?”
Oh Mi-yeon’s pupils shook.
I was speechless for a moment.
I was rejected for the first time in my life.
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“Oppa!”
It’s time to receive the award.
