"Seo-jun, could we have a mont to talk among ourselves?"
Lee Ha-yeon, who had been watching Moriya Yuka and Kang Yu-ra, broke the silence. Having observed the complex emotions of the two won after hearing Baek Seo-jun’s secrets, Lee Ha-yeon wanted to discuss things with them in his absence.
"Sure. I'll step out for about ten minutes. Is that enough ti?"
"Yes, thank you, Seo-jun."
Baek Seo-jun gently patted Seomun Ye-jin on her back and spoke softly to her.
"I’ll be back soon. Take your ti talking."
"Yes, dear."
Seomun Ye-jin leaned in and kissed Seo-jun. Their lips t briefly, and after sharing a tender mont, Seo-jun pulled away first.
"Let’s go, Ramisa."
At his words, the black snake lounging on the sofa slithered gracefully before leaping through the air and coiling around Seo-jun's neck like a scarf.
‘That snake… it’s definitely no ordinary snake!’
Moriya Yuka, observing Ramisa's capabilities, felt a growing curiosity about the creature’s true nature but decided to save her questions for another ti.
Once Baek Seo-jun and the snake around his neck disappeared, only the won remained.
This gathering, which included so of the world’s most renowned beauties—dubbed the "Treasures of the World" by international dia—would undoubtedly catch the attention of villains. To them, it was as if unimaginable riches had been placed in one spot.
This made Kangin Academy a constant target for villain attacks.
As the thought crossed her mind, Moriya Yuka looked at Lee Ha-yeon and Han Se-hee and spoke.
"Did you have sothing specific you wanted to say to us?"
Lee Ha-yeon’s earlier remark about wanting to speak privately didn’t seem like her decision alone. At the very least, Han Se-hee likely shared her intentions, and perhaps even Seomun Ye-jin had agreed.
"Yes. It’s just a bit embarrassing to say with Seo-jun around."
Lee Ha-yeon gave a small smile as she spoke, then looked at Moriya Yuka and Kang Yu-ra.
"First, do either of you have soone you love?"
"No."
Cough!
Moriya Yuka responded with a composed and lighthearted smile, while Kang Yu-ra let out a small cough. Unlike Moriya Yuka, who was accustod to political engagents as the successor of the Moriya Clan, the introverted Kang Yu-ra was unprepared for such direct questions.
"So Yuka doesn’t. What about you, Yu-ra?"
"N-No, I don’t…"
Clearly flustered by the topic, Kang Yu-ra lowered her head in embarrassnt, prompting a mischievous smile from Lee Ha-yeon.
"Really? No one? Well, that makes sense. Most n wouldn’t asure up, right? After all, you’re one of the world’s greatest beauties."
Teasing her playfully, Lee Ha-yeon watched as Kang Yu-ra’s face turned red and she lowered her head further. Moriya Yuka intervened to ease her discomfort.
"That’s enough. Don’t tease our innocent Yu-ra too much."
"Okay, okay."
Lee Ha-yeon nodded with a grin and continued.
"Still, that’s a relief. Neither of you has soone you love. In that case, what would you think about becoming Seo-jun’s won?"
Cough!
Kang Yu-ra coughed again in surprise, but Moriya Yuka seed more intrigued than shocked, fixing her gaze on Lee Ha-yeon.
"So that’s why you wanted to talk privately?"
"Yes, that’s right."
Moriya Yuka, the heir of the Moriya Clan, and Lee Ha-yeon, the successor of the Angel Guild, shared a mutual understanding as they exchanged glances.
"Ha-yeon, this isn’t just your idea, is it? Does Seomun Ye-jin feel the sa? And Se-hee?"
At Moriya Yuka’s question, Han Se-hee nodded firmly.
"Yes, I feel the sa. For Seo-jun oppa’s sake, I think it would be great if the two of you joined him."
Han Se-hee’s candid response made Moriya Yuka realize that this wasn’t a suggestion born out of personal feelings. They were urging her and Yu-ra for Baek Seo-jun’s benefit.
"There seem to be multiple reasons behind this. Mind if I take a guess?"
"Go ahead."
Although the conversation between Lee Ha-yeon and Moriya Yuka remained calm and lighthearted, there was a subtle tension between Han Se-hee and Kang Yu-ra, almost like an unspoken rivalry.
"First, if Yu-ra and I beca Seo-jun’s won, we’d be safer, considering we’re such high-profile targets, right?"
"That’s correct."
"Second, it would be more effective when the ti cos for Seo-jun to take revenge against Baek Seo-jin, wouldn’t it?"
"Yes, that’s another reason."
"And third, you think it’s only fitting that the world’s most beautiful won align themselves with Seo-jun, your husband, right?"
"Exactly. You understand well."
"And lastly… Lee Ha-yeon, you’ve noticed, haven’t you? That both Yu-ra and I already feel sothing for Seo-jun."
"……."
This ti, Lee Ha-yeon didn’t respond. However, the absence of denial was enough for Moriya Yuka to interpret it as affirmation.
"Yu-ra suffered at the hands of villains and likely feels a sense of gratitude and kinship toward Seo-jun, who shares her dream of revenge. And as for … seeing soone like him, abandoned by his family despite having done nothing wrong, stirred sothing bittersweet in ."
Even now, that bittersweet feeling lingered. Moriya Yuka gently placed her hand over her chest.
Her golden eyes t Lee Ha-yeon’s soft pink gaze.
"Yes, I didn’t know the exact details, but the way you both look at Seo-jun… there’s sothing special about it."
"Yeah… I suppose there is."
As Moriya Yuka nodded in understanding, Kang Yu-ra seed a bit disoriented. Even Han Se-hee, who awkwardly smiled as if she found the situation overwhelming, at least appeared accustod to monts like these.
Kang Yu-ra, on the other hand, wasn’t used to such conversations where people dissected and shared their thoughts with such precision.
Moriya Yuka, observing Lee Ha-yeon, noted that while her analytical skills weren’t as sharp as her own, her upbringing as the Angel Guild’s heir had given her solid instincts.
‘Perhaps we’re alike in so ways.’
Lee Ha-yeon, with her gentle and friendly deanor, was close friends with Han Se-hee, known as the "saintess." Similarly, Moriya Yuka, who was reserved and shy, found herself drawn to Kang Yu-ra’s introverted nature.
People like them rarely liked those too similar to themselves and often sought friends with contrasting personalities, like Han Se-hee or Kang Yu-ra, who could provide comfort and balance.
"You’ve all had quite the discussion."
At that mont, Seomun Ye-jin, who had been quietly listening, stepped forward.
"Ye-jin unni."
"Ye-jin-nim."
Moriya Yuka instinctively stood to bow to Seomun Ye-jin, but the latter raised a hand to stop her.
"No need to stand. I’ll sit with you and talk."
As Lee Ha-yeon and Han Se-hee moved aside to make room, Seomun Ye-jin gracefully seated herself in the middle. Her light purple hair, almost indigo, complented her blue eyes, and her figure, emphasized even in a tailored suit, radiated mature charm and allure.
‘She’s the woman Baek Seo-jun loves most.’
Moriya Yuka could clearly see the special place Seomun Ye-jin held in Seo-jun’s heart. While Seo-jun was gentle and affectionate toward Lee Ha-yeon and Han Se-hee, he seed to find the deepest sense of stability and connection with Seomun Ye-jin.
As for herself and Kang Yu-ra, they didn’t yet love Seo-jun to the sa extent as the others. Still, the budding feelings they had for him were undeniable.
Perhaps these feelings began as sympathy or gratitude for his unimaginable kindness. Whatever the origin, it seed inevitable that these emotions would grow stronger.
"I won’t make this long. Just tell
what you want. If you don’t want to stand by my husband’s side, I won’t force you."
At Seomun Ye-jin’s words, Moriya Yuka imdiately began reflecting.
‘There’s nothing holding
back.’
The Moriya Clan would likely celebrate the match if they knew Seo-jun’s true identity. Although they had promised to respect her choice, aligning with Seo-jun would be an achievent beyond their wildest dreams.
Beyond strategic benefits, Moriya Yuka felt that becoming Seo-jun’s woman would make her genuinely happy.
At least, it was better to be with soone she found emotionally appealing. The re thought of another man brought an imdiate sense of rejection.
The idea of being with anyone other than Baek Seo-jun had already taken root as an impossibility in her heart.
And if this feeling grew any stronger… it wouldn’t be long before she actively pursued becoming Seo-jun’s woman.
"I think it’s a good idea."
This ti, it wasn’t Moriya Yuka who spoke first but Kang Yu-ra.
"Yu-ra?"
"Yuka… I want to beco his woman to repay him. And, honestly… I can’t imagine anyone better than him. Being his fourth… wouldn’t be so bad."
‘Why am I the one at the end of the line?!’
Moriya Yuka, hearing Yu-ra nonchalantly claim the fourth spot, couldn’t help but feel a pang of betrayal. Did that an she was relegated to fifth place?
"I agree."
Although Moriya Yuka finally spoke, it was too late. Her turn had already passed.
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