“Just various subjects…” Suyeong resisted the urge to say she was teaching character education.
“That’s good. Better than getting stuck in the wrong job. One student should be manageable. Middle schoolers, especially in groups, are unbearable. Alone they’re okay, but together they’re a nightmare,” Mijin sighed.
“Yes, middle schoolers at least have their cute moments, but high schoolers act like they’ve lived a full life. They always tell me I don’t know life. Isn’t that funny? Does your repeater student listen well? Being a high school graduate, he should be a bit more mature, right?” Ye-won asked.
Suyeong eagerly retorted, “No maturity at all. Feeding him is a real challenge…”
“What? You have to feed him too? Is he physically challenged?”
Caught off guard by the direct question, Suyeong stammered and quickly covered, “No, it’s just that his dad sometimes asks me to eat with him, but the kid hardly eats.”
“He must be dieting. These days, kids are obsessed with it. Right before exams, and they’re worried about their figure instead of grades,” the friends assumed, picturing the student as a girl. Suyeong didn’t correct them.
Ye-won continued with a dismissive tone, and Sora shook her head, suggesting it wasn’t the student’s fault but the distorted image portrayed by the media.
“Look at the idols on TV, all abnormally thin. Normal kids think they need to be like that. Is your student thin?”
Suyeong quickly agreed, “Yeah, very thin.”
But then, thoughts of his collarbone and chest seen through the V-neck distracted her, making her face turn red. The desire to touch and see if it was as firm as it appeared crossed her mind.
Shocked at her own thoughts, she internally scolded herself, wondering if she was really that starved for attention.
“Wait a minute!” Sora suddenly clapped her hands and placed three shopping bags on the table.
“This is a gift.”
“What is it?”
Mijin curiously peeked into the shopping bag and pulled out an item. Suyeong also brought a shopping bag in front of her and took out a light green, fluttery plant.
“These reminded me of you guys, so I bought one for each. It’s really fascinating. If you stroke it, it releases a fragrance,” Sora said with a smile. The friends gently stroked their plants, and indeed, a pleasant scent wafted out.
“It really does. Amazing.”
“Right? It’s like it’s thanking you for taking care of it.”
Suyeong suddenly thought of giving this plant to the grumpy house owner who hated being touched or touching others. It would be perfect for character education.
Quietly changing into slippers and being careful not to make noise with the shopping bag, Suyeong first entered the kitchen. As expected, the kitchen was spotless. He must have skipped breakfast again. But if he hadn’t eaten anything all day, he must be starving…
But then again, to maintain that physique… But he said he wasn’t a model, right? What did he say his job was? She couldn’t remember. She wasn’t sure if he had even mentioned it.
Could he be unemployed like her? But living in such a fancy house? The disparity made her enviously think that he must have wealthy parents.
Thinking he might be a ‘golden spoon’, his bad temper and arrogance suddenly made sense. Sheltered due to his disability and pampered, it was natural he grew up spoiled.
Just look at that so-called representative, always catering to his temper. It would be more surprising if he had manners. If he were my son, I would have…
As she internally grumbled, Suyeong stopped dead in her tracks upon entering the living room. Unexpectedly, he was asleep on the sofa.
The large sofa, fitting for the spacious living room, didn’t seem so big with him lying on it.
‘I can’t clean with him lying here. Maybe I should start with the kitchen? No help from the landlord, no help at all,’ she thought, but her feet involuntarily moved towards him.
Don’t go! Stay back!
Ignoring the strange phenomenon of her feet betraying her thoughts, she approached the sofa, and his handsome face came into clear view, still wearing that V-neck knit…
Wow, that collarbone… those pecs… Did God hear my wish to touch them yesterday? Is this some divine favor?
But fearing he’d suddenly wake up and scold her, she decided just to look.
She scanned him from head to toe, her eyes gleaming. Brown hair, but brown eyebrows seemed odd. Is it a pigment deficiency?
Ah! Maybe he’s mixed-race?
His exercise equipment wasn’t just for show. That explained his muscular chest and arms. His hands seemed smooth too.
His hands were large, and his feet were huge, easily twice the size of hers. Does he ever go outside? Poor feet, never seeing the light of day.
With his eyes closed, she missed his pumpkin-colored irises. His lips looked glossy and pretty when closed, but when open, they seemed to dry everything around them.
Right. It’s better for world peace that he’s sleeping like this…
“Are you not working?”
“Aaah!”
Suyeong, who had been admiring those glossy lips for a while, was so startled by the sudden voice that she stepped back, covering her mouth with both hands.
The thin eyelids slowly lifted, and his large pumpkin-colored eyes shifted from the ceiling to her.
“Ah, why were you pretending to sleep!”
Suyeong burst out, and Woojin, fixing his gaze on her, calmly responded, “Because you were watching.”
“What?”
“Panting and watching, so out of employee welfare, I just stayed still.”
“No, I… I didn’t… pant…”
She stammered, unsure if she really had been panting. If she had, it would have been utterly embarrassing. So, she quickly blamed him.
“You’re too confident about your face, aren’t you?”
“The most common thing I hear when I meet relatives is, ‘If only his eyes were normal with that face…’, ‘If only his eyes were normal with that height…’, ‘If only his eyes were normal with that hair…'”
Lying there, not moving, Woojin went on about how great he was. His face didn’t look particularly sad or pitiable.
But to Suyeong, it seemed like his pumpkin-colored eyes were shedding tears, perhaps an illusion caused by the sunlight.
“Why are you sleeping here? Why not in your room?”
“It’s my house. I can sleep wherever.”
It wasn’t a well-thought-out plan. He just came out to the sofa around the time she was due to arrive, to avoid being called back into the room. But he dozed off, perhaps due to lack of sleep. He half-woke to the sound of the door lock but stayed still, curious about what she would do upon entering. He didn’t expect her to linger, listening to her breathing get rougher…
What kind of improper thoughts is she having while looking at me!
His startled reaction when asked if he wasn’t working seemed to confirm his suspicion. Doesn’t she know shame?
She must not have a boyfriend. If she behaves like this while having one, it speaks volumes about her character. But does she really have one? A boyfriend? Woojin felt a mix of curiosity and ‘what does it matter to me?’.
His thoughts led to a frown.
Suyeong, for her part, glared at him as if her eyes would tear apart, irritated by his response.
How can he be so tactless? It’s not the disability. It’s innate. Despite her irritation, she cheerfully said, “Get up. I have something to show you.”
“I can’t see.”
“Just listen. Stop making it obvious you can’t see.”
As she dashed towards the kitchen, Woojin slowly sat up on the sofa.
When did I ever make it obvious, she says…!
Yet he couldn’t help feeling a bit excited about what she was going to show him.
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
