Da-eun was moving busily, stuffing clothes, costics, and various daily necessities into her bag.
At first glance, it seed like she was packing too much, but considering that she wouldn't be able to return ho for more than ten days, it wasn’t unreasonable.
Moreover, the things Da-eun was packing weren’t just hers.
As I saw my clothes disappearing into the bag, I muttered quietly to myself.
"Is this really okay…?"
The phrase "if they’re not an outsider, it’s fine" – I never imagined it would an sothing like this.
Da-eun, who had said that to , imdiately called the production team. Before I even had a chance to process everything, the negotiations were finished, and my appearance was confird.
Then, when she asked, "You’re coming, right?" I blurted out that I would, but…
‘Is this really the right thing to do?’ The thought kept lingering.
Despite the rush of packing, Da-eun heard my mumbling and replied.
"Are you still worried? I told you it’s fine!"
"But still—"
"If there was a problem, they would’ve turned us down. But when they said they’d bring you along, they welcod it with open arms."
"...So, is it really okay for things to be decided like this, just on a whim?"
It wasn’t like we were roasting beans with a flash of lightning.
You just call, ask if I can co, and if they say okay, it’s all set?
Da-eun stopped packing and tilted her head.
"So, what else do you need?"
"Uhm..."
Now that I think about it, maybe that’s all that’s needed.
As I absentmindedly blinked, Da-eun smiled mischievously and ruffled my hair.
"Well, normally, there would be more procedures, like you’re thinking. But, sotis things co together suddenly. Plus, the place where I’m filming has a pretty relaxed atmosphere. It’s more like a personal broadcast than a broadcasting station, you know?"
"Ah, I see..."
"So, don’t worry. Like I said earlier, if they didn’t want you, they would’ve rejected it. Who would turn down a chance to boost their popularity?"
And then—
With a sly smile, Da-eun curled her finger.
"...If we make money, I can buy more of the chocolates you like~?"
"Hurry up and finish packing! You’re going to be late at this rate."
"Fufufu... Fine, fine. Let’s pack quickly."
I straightened my ssy hair and helped Da-eun, who had resud her frantic packing.
Honestly, I didn’t think there was much I needed to pack. I wouldn’t really sweat it unless sothing extraordinary happened.
"Maybe it’s fine for you, Kana, but it’s not fine for ."
It seed like Da-eun had a different perspective than mine.
"As you said, Kana doesn’t sweat or anything, so it won’t get dirty even if you wear the sa clothes for a few days. But other people don’t know that."
If they see wearing the sa clothes for days, they might think I’m dirty or lazy.
Da-eun said she didn’t want strangers talking badly about .
"...Alright."
"Are you understanding ?"
"Yeah."
I nodded.
"If soone talked bad about Da-eun, I’d probably think the sa way."
"...Ugh."
"...What’s wrong?"
Suddenly, Da-eun buried her face in the clothes she was holding.
A mont later, she looked up, her face flushed red, fanning herself rapidly.
"Really... That’s cheating. You little devil."
"...What are you talking about?"
"Exactly that! You heartless playboy! Natural! Tsundere! Kuso Gaki!"
"..."
Ah, here we go again.
When Da-eun gets like this, I know it’s best to ignore her rather than try to make sense of it. So, I sighed and turned my gaze away.
Of course, I could easily stop her with a little physical force, but…
I didn’t want to hit Da-eun.
Well, unless we were training, that is.
Ti passed quickly, and soon the morning of the recording day arrived.
The sunlight coming through the window pierced my eyelids.
It wasn’t very strong yet, as it had just started rising, but it was enough to disrupt my sleep.
I tossed and turned, trying to avoid the sunlight, but eventually gave up and opened my eyes.
"Yawn..."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah..."
Rubbing my sleepy eyes, Da-eun greeted cheerfully.
Da-eun always sleeps later than , but why is it that every ti I open my eyes, she’s always the first one up?
As I slowly started to wake up, I noticed sothing in Da-eun’s hands.
"Isn’t that my blanket...?"
"Yep!"
"Why is Da-eun holding that?"
"Well... If I don’t do it this way, Kana won’t look at ..."
"..."
"Hehe, just kidding. It’s because every ti I try to wake you up, you run back into your blanket. Even though I’d love to let you sleep longer, today we’re running out of ti."
"I do wake up when I need to..."
"Eh? But I’ve never seen you get up right away."
"That’s not true..."
Ignoring Da-eun, who was muttering as though she were being wronged, I quickly went to the bathroom to shower.
Afterward, I ate the breakfast Da-eun prepared for .
I put on the clothes Da-eun picked out.
I let Da-eun style my hair...
As I felt Da-eun’s hands brushing through my hair, I tilted my head.
"...?"
"Ah! Kana, don’t move! Your hair might get tangled!"
"No..."
…It feels like I haven’t done anything myself, doesn’t it?
Since I woke up, I feel like I’ve handed everything over to Da-eun.
"Not everything. You showered by yourself, right? Our Kana, you’re amazing."
"...Mm."
"Of course, I’d love to help you shower..."
Da-eun let out a sly laugh.
"You wouldn’t like that, would you?"
"Yeah."
It was an imdiate response, since there was no point in even considering it.
Then I added, for good asure.
"I don’t like it. I absolutely don’t like it."
"...Really?"
"Really."
"Why? Isn’t it easier and more comfortable if you don’t have to move?"
"It’s not about comfort or inconvenience."
I didn’t think it would be comfortable at all.
And just the thought of Da-eun’s hands touching my body, with not even a single thread of clothing on —
"..."
I shuddered.
"Anyway, I don’t like it."
"It’s strange... Nobles like getting a bath attended to."
"I’m not a noble."
Looking at nobles makes feel disgusted.
"No, I wasn’t saying you’re a noble. I just thought maybe there’s a reason they receive that service. And I heard there are so wealthy people who do it."
"Well, I don’t know, but I’m definitely not that kind of person."
"Really? I’d like to try it once. I’m curious about what it feels like."
"Should I do it for you?"
"...Kana?"
Da-eun scanned from head to toe after hearing my words.
After looking over, she shook her head.
"Thanks for the offer, but I’ll politely decline."
"Why? You said you wanted to try."
"...If I get that from Kana, it feels like it would be dangerous in all sorts of ways. I might end up wearing a silver bracelet, or like, be counted in a prison roll call..."
"...?"
"Ugh! Just forget I said that! If you bring it up again, I’ll give you the ‘torture’ treatnt."
She started it herself.
I thought to myself, but stayed quiet.
I didn’t want to say anything that would bring trouble, so I just let it go.
But the next mont...
Ruffle—
I looked up at Da-eun, who was fondling my cheek with a strange expression.
"...Why?"
"I thought you were going to shut up, so I did it out of spite. And you never said I couldn’t touch you if I didn’t talk, did you? This is why you should read the contract carefully."
"Sigh."
Go ahead, touch it.
Instead of refuting her ridiculous argunt, I relaxed and slumped back in my chair.
She’d stop when she was satisfied.
"Hehe. Kana’s cheek is so soft, it feels good whenever I touch it."
"Yeah."
"I could touch it all day if I wanted to."
"Mm. Must be nice."
But didn’t she say ti was tight?
I’m sure that’s why we woke up earlier than usual, but is there really ti for this?
‘I don’t know.’
Da-eun will figure it out.
I sighed inwardly and closed my eyes.
After so ti, Da-eun, half in panic, muttered rapidly.
"This is so close. What if we’re late? Will it be okay...? No, it’s going to be late. We’re really going to be late!"
Click!
The sound of her biting her nails sharply filled the air.
Da-eun, who had been moistening her lips with her tongue, looked at with resentful eyes.
"It’s all your fault, Kana!"
"...?"
"If Kana hadn’t seduced with his soft cheeks, we could’ve gone calmly...! You coward, you bewitched !"
"...Da-eun."
"Hmph! I won’t listen to the words of a wicked devil!"
"Please, get a hold of yourself."
"..."
I thought I had gotten used to ignoring most things, but how does Da-eun always manage to surprise with her words?
It must be a talent.
Whether it’s a good talent, I’m not so sure, though.
Perhaps noticing how serious I was, Da-eun beca quiet.
It was a historic mont when Da-eun, who had been non-stop talking since we got in the car, finally closed her mouth.
"Can’t you just call and tell them we’re running late?"
"Even so, we’d still miss the appointnt."
"Yeah, I guess."
Ti is important.
But since Da-eun’s panic was entirely her own doing, I didn’t feel inclined to console her.
After all, I’m the victim here, and there’s nothing I can do to help.
I could drive the car fast and get there earlier, but Da-eun probably wouldn’t want that.
So I shrugged and leaned back in the seat.
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