Eunsoo, who was blinking, discreetly hid the dress behind her. Juhan’s eyes revealed a strange madness.
“No. Forget it. Suddenly, I’m not curious about anything.”
“If you’re really going to listen…”
“No, I said it’s fine! I won’t be your black knight!”
Eunsoo pushed Juhan’s shoulder and turned him around.
“I’ll change first, so wait there.”
Juhan clenched his fist with an unpleasant expression. He was internally grumbling about how broadcasting was much more of a headache than he thought. But a small sound from behind caught his ear.
Rustle, swish, thump.
As soon as Juhan recognized that the sound was Eunsoo changing clothes, his face flushed.
Now, even though it’s no longer a place I belong to, the once-familiar world that everyone knew suddenly flashed before my eyes. It wasn’t an intentional attempt to recall it, but rather a reflex-like reaction.
Like knowing what color comes out when you peel a banana or what smell comes out when you open a strawberry jam lid, inside Eunsoo’s clothes…
“…This crazy guy.”
A self-directed curse spilled out of Juhan’s mouth, who was immersed in a sense of guilt and confusion. Fortunately, Eunsoo couldn’t hear it as she was busy wrestling with her clothes.
“Ugh, how does this go in… But I can’t eat today.”
Eunsoo, who looked down at the tightly fitting dress, sighed. She had thought about changing into a larger size, but then she thought it might be loose around the chest, so she put extra effort into squeezing her lower abdomen.
“Why is it so short? Wait, Mira is taller than me, can she wear this? It seems like it’s just a little longer than a regular T-shirt… Hey, Kim Juhan.”
Eunsoo tapped Juhan’s shoulder. Turning around, Juhan unintentionally clenched his fist.
From the thin shoulder strap that seemed like it would snap off if pulled slightly too hard to the deeply cut neckline, and the skirt length that was quite daring, everything was precarious.
“Sorry, but zip it up at the back.”
Eunsoo twirled around. Juhan, who had already focused his eyes away from Eunsoo, fumbled to find the zipper.
Zip.
As he quickly zipped it up, something entered Juhan’s line of sight.
A small dot placed on the round bone sticking out deliberately as if poking it above the thin neck.
Juhan’s body tilted forward as if attracted by gravity. It was an unconscious habit. The shoulders that would instinctively shrug and the thin laughter that would naturally emerge when something was visible…
“Is it done?”
Eunsoo’s indifferent question came over without a trace of laughter. Juhan quietly straightened his back and let go of the hand that had held the zipper.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks.”
As Eunsoo turned around to put down the hair she had lifted, Juhan’s hand lightly grasped Eunsoo’s shoulder.
“Then you go out first.”
Without a chance to say anything, Juhan pushed Eunsoo out of the dressing room. As Eunsoo came out, everyone’s gaze focused on her.
“Wow, Eunsoo! It suits you so well.”
“This one! Unni, it’s so pretty, really. But why isn’t Juhan oppa coming out?”
Amidst the commotion outside, Juhan took off his upper garment. Trying not to think about anything, he took the clothes off the hanger.
The top was a short-sleeved shirt with a somewhat spirited pattern. It was looser and had a slightly open front compared to the shirts he usually wore.
The black jeans had so many rips that it was challenging to put them on all at once. After managing to put them on, he struggled to put on the rider jacket and ended up just carrying it in one hand.
“…”
If there was an explosive reaction when Eunsoo came out a while ago, this time the audience suddenly fell silent.
Of course, even when they first met and during their conversations, Juhan knew he was handsome enough to attract unconscious glances, but with the change in style, the atmosphere became even more intense.
Even Eunsoo was stunned. Despite belonging to the somewhat neat category of school uniforms, mainly casual monochrome outfits, clean shirts with slacks, carefree work clothes, and even formal attire, the so-called ‘Nanti’ vibe from Juhan, now completely different, was something she had never seen before.
As she glimpsed through the torn gap in the jeans, revealing firm thighs, when their eyes met, Eunsoo inexplicably felt the heat rising again from the back of her neck, where she felt Juhan’s gaze earlier.
Seated in front of Eunsoo, Future, who was changing into new shoes, suddenly stood up. After clapping like a satisfied model, she said to Juhan.
“Please put on the jacket.”
Juhan nodded gracefully.
“Yes.”
Then he casually draped the black rider jacket he was holding over Eunsoo’s shoulders. The shoulders that were clearly visible were now buried under the jacket. A mix of admiration or something else flowed among the participants.
“What’s this? Are you checking Eunsoo unni for exposure?”
“It’s not a drunk driving inspection or anything. I’m just worried Eunsoo might get cold.”
“It’s summer right now…”
“I’m hot.”
“Oh, right.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
