"Oh, mister, co here this way!"
"No, mister, co with us!"
"No, with us!"
"No, with us!"
Two groups of won were pulling Nimuk from both sides, trying to get him to themselves. And right in the middle of it, Nimuk was smiling—but also crying.
"I knew it. Every woman I see would co to grab once I stepped out. But alas, how hard it is to be this handso and attractive. Since I can only choose one among them all..."
While Nimuk was in the middle of a difficult thought—trying to decide who to choose—the tension between the two groups finally erupted past its limit.
"Hey, back off! I’m the one who saw him first!" shouted one woman loudly, stepping forward toward the other group.
"Hmph! If every man a woman sees belongs to her, then why don’t you marry that beggar you see every day?" retorted a woman from the other side.
"Hmm?" Turning his head, Nimuk actually looked in the direction the woman pointed and saw a beggar leaning against a shop, sitting on the floor. However, the man didn’t look like he was there to beg for food. Instead, he looked like a man simply enjoying whatever was happening around him. And at that mont, the beggar’s eyes turned toward Nimuk and the group of won surrounding him.
"Tch tch... poor bastard. Must be his first ti in the red district. I pity that man’s pockets," the beggar sighed but continued to keep an eye on them to see what would happen.
"Ladies, please calm down. How about we talk this over with a nice little al?" said Nimuk as he pointed at a nearby restaurant. His voice was not only heard by the won but also by so of the bystanders—especially the beggar.
"What the hell? Does this guy need to flaunt his misfortune that much?" the beggar muttered to himself. After a while, he watched Nimuk and the group of won all enter the restaurant.
Locating a place inside, Nimuk sat down at a table surrounded by won, and very soon the table was filled with nurous dishes—all of which the won enjoyed while sitting around Nimuk.
"So, ladies, who among you loves the most?" he asked.
But an answer never ca to his question as all the ladies were too busy eating.
"It’s okay, take your ti to eat," said Nimuk, knowing well he couldn’t force an answer from them.
Soon, the food on the table was finished, and Nimuk asked the sa question again—but another round of food arrived, even without him ordering. Once again, all the won began eating enthusiastically.
"Ohh, eat from this dish—it’s very tasty."
"Really? Give so!"
"This is very oily. I don’t think it’s good for our skin."
"Just do so exercise, you lazy bitch."
Although their words were harsh, they didn’t act like enemies as they had before when trying to win over Nimuk. Instead, they acted like long-known friends.
"Ahem... To , the one who gave you all this tasty food!" said Nimuk, offering a toast in a last effort to regain the attention of the won. And it worked, as they all happily raised their glasses in return.
"So... who wants to feed ?" he muttered afterward, with a bit of embarrassnt. However, no answer ca, which made him even more embarrassed.
Blurp!
Suddenly, an unpleasant sound was heard, making Nimuk frown. It was one of the won who had just finished eating.
"Ugh, lady, watch out for your manners. What if soone else heard that? It’s okay if it’s just ," said Nimuk, trying to sound like a well-mannered gentleman.
But as all the won finished eating, they began to show even more unpleasant manners, which caused Nimuk to feel disgusted. They deliberately seed to ignore him at that mont.
"Ahhh, that was a hearty al," said one of the won as she suddenly stood up, and one by one, the rest of them walked out of the shop.
"Hey, wait! Where are you going?" Nimuk called out, trying to follow them, but was grabbed by a ruthless-looking man.
"Who do you think is going to pay for all these things if you just leave?" said the man, pointing at the mountain of empty dishes on the table.
. . . . . . . .
Stepping out from the shop, Nimuk grabbed his pouch and looked inside, only to see a single tiny arena crystal remaining.
"Where did this go wrong? How can there not be even one woman waiting for in front of the shop?" he muttered, struggling through the sting in his heart as he walked back out onto the street. His eyes landed on the place where he had t all those won earlier—and there they were, talking to another man.
Although they saw Nimuk from afar, they acted as if they hadn’t seen or known him.
"Ugh!, that’s so heartless... but why does it feel like they’re deliberately ignoring ? Like they’re embarrassed..."
Thuk!
Suddenly, he placed his hand on his head.
"How could I be that idiotic? Of course they’d be embarrassed! What woman wouldn’t be embarrassed after making those sounds during the al? They must be too ashad to face and ran away. Tch! Tch! Ah, these won... when will they realize that a man like wouldn’t care about a little discomfort sound?"
Those words were reassuring to him, and they reignited the courage and self-respect that had slipped away earlier.
"Well, since they’re too embarrassed to face a gentleman like , I won’t bother them anymore either. There are plenty of won everywhere, after all."
Afterward, Nimuk wandered through the streets, asking every woman he saw whether they would marry him or at least if they thought he was handso.
"Eew, get out of here!"
"Pervert!"
"Help! This creepy guy is following !"
Almost all of them ran away upon encountering Nimuk. In the end, he stood alone at the edge of the road, facing a bridge, questioning everything he had done.
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