Chapter 1487.1

“Aah, this is so good.”

Hyun-Ah smiled brightly in a quiet, empty cafe, clearly in a good mood.

She had completely forgotten about her fight with Chris Marten and was now lost in dessert bliss. The treat she was currently enjoying was actually her favorite type of dessert.

“I want to eat things like this forever...”

Of course, it was a guilty pleasure she absolutely had to avoid to stay in shape, but that was just how human desire worked.

Yet, as soon as Chris Marten stepped away to use the restroom, a young man took his spot and sneered, “You having fun?”

Her blissful smile vanished instantly, and she glared at the man in front of her. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? I came to make sure you didn’t lose your temper and beat that guy up. Looks like there’s nothing to worry about, though.”

She pouted at him, then suddenly seemed to remember something and shouted at him, “Hey, you son of a bitch! What the hell did you do to the deep sea attraction?!”

She had a perfectly valid reason to be angry. However, Davey didn’t look flustered.

She continued, “What if someone gets a serious panic attack while they’re in the illusion?!”

“That’s why I made the bracelets.”

“Then what about me?!”

At her shout, he picked his ear and smirked. “Well, you two got closer, right? All thanks to me.”

“You sicko. I’m going to kill you!!!” She lunged at him with a fork in hand, ready to stab. “Die! Just die, you bastard!”

Alas, Davey only chuckled before vanishing from the spot in an instant.

Seeing that no one was around to hear her business, she hurled curse words without any hesitation. “T-that crazy fucking idiot!!! What if someone had turned into a basket case by accident?! What a piece of dirty fucking shit!”

Davey abruptly reappeared with a smirk, brushing off his clothes. “Do you really think I’d push someone to the absolute limit? All the safety measures were in place; you had nothing to worry about. No matter how much I hate you, do you really think I’d ever try to harm you?”

“Yeah, I think you would, cause you’re an idiot,” she shot back

“Woah, woah, what’s with the attitude? It was just a simple misunderstanding,” he insisted with a smile. “Think about it now. Do you have any aftereffects?”

“Did you really have to go that far?”

“I did,” he said calmly. “Like it or not, you’re still my little sister. Did you think I’d just let some random guy whisk you away?”

Hearing that, Hyun-Ah shut her mouth.

“He might be your life partner. The decision is yours, but I had to see for myself.” Davey then stood up without any lingering regrets.

She weakly muttered, “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have no intention of dating him...”

“Calm your heart down before you speak. You’ve always been stubborn about useless things.” He turned to leave, satisfied. “Now that I’ve checked everything I wanted, I won’t interfere anymore. Decide for yourself, but just don’t do anything you’ll regret. Throw away your pride, follow your heart, and think carefully.”

Then, as if something occurred to him, he tossed her a small box.

She caught it with surprise, looking at the box she didn’t recognize. “This is...?”

“Make sure you use protection. If it were up to me, I’d prefer you two wait until marriage, but that’s certainly not something I can control.”

Her lion roar burst forth. “You son of a bitch!!!”

* * *

Despite outwardly claiming she hated him, Hyun-Ah seemed to quite like Chris Marten, as they stayed out together late into the night.

“Ugh. She’s completely wasted,” Davey lamented.

Hyun-Ah was slumped over a table at the bar in the Sacred Group headquarters while Chris Marten looked flustered, unsure what to do with her.

“Hey. Hey, hey. Wake up. Come on, wake up.” Davey lightly tapped her cheek to see if she’d respond, but she showed no sign of waking up. “She certainly has no fear. Drinking herself into this state? Even in public, when she knows she’s not at home?”

Even if the headquarters was close enough to be her home, she was far too fearless.

He looked up and glared at Chris Marten, who awkwardly avoided his gaze and responded, “I... I didn’t intend any of this. I couldn’t stop her.”

Davey figured she must’ve gotten caught up in the mood and drank too much. Perhaps it was because the day had gone completely against her plans, leaving her with a lot on her mind.

“If anyone else saw this, it would’ve been a huge mess. Photos of her would’ve been all over social media.”

Chris Marten seemed relieved that Davey was now there and stood up. “Please tell her I had a very good time today.”

Hearing that, Davey snapped his fingers and created a teleportation circle heading back to their house.

“Tell her yourself tomorrow. You need to keep finding excuses to see her if you want to get closer to her,” he advised the hero.

“She doesn’t seem to have feelings for me yet.”

Perhaps because he’d had a few drinks himself, he couldn’t completely hide his bitterness either.

“She’s always been like that,” Davey assured him. “She often says things she doesn’t mean. Well, if she opens her heart, she won’t be like that anymore.”

Chris quietly nodded.

Having said his bit, Davey hoisted the unconscious Hyun-Ah over his shoulder.

She drunkenly mumbled, “Ugh. I’m not druuuunk... Huh? You!!! You three-legged octopus! My big brotherrrruh. Hehehe. My ugly and hot-headed big brotherrrr.”

He had no response.

“Big brother... I drank with Chr... Chr... Huh? I drank with that bastard today?” Her words were already slurred, and she had slipped into the casual way of speaking she rarely used around others.

Chris was stunned, smiling and pulling out his phone. “Holy... I have to record this...”

“Save it. Save it for later,” Davey advised.

“Hey!” Just then, Hyun-Ah, who was swaying and clinging, shouted at Chris Marten, “You! If you ask me to ride something that scary again, you’re gonna get it!”

“Pfft...”

When she half-opened her eyes and yelled, he immediately covered his mouth and desperately turned his head. “Cough. Cough. I got it, Princess.”

“Don’t call me Princess! I... I’m... Hyun-Aaah! My fingers and toes curl up every time you call me that!” She repeated the motion of clenching and unclenching her hands, screaming, “You! I’m watching you! You bastard... Uselessly good body... Bleh...”

Watching her slump over after saying that, Chris Marten muttered to himself, “Looks like there’s... a chance after all?”

He looked quite happy as he walked away, clearly strutting with a spring in his step.

Davey carried Hyun-Ah like a sack of potatoes, returned to her house, and tossed her onto the bed.

“Ugh!”

He could’ve gotten rid of her hangover, but he decided to just let her suffer. In fact, he actually made it even worse.

He had to show her firsthand that drinking too much was a bad idea, after all.

“Uuugh. Big brotherrr... my head feels like it’s gonna split apart!” She was passed out, completely unaware that he had tossed her onto the bed.

“My goodness, Hyun-Ah... How much did you drink?”

Yeon-Hee and their uncle had followed to her room after seeing them enter.

“Is she crazy, drinking herself to that state outside?!” Yeon-Hee shouted. “Wait here, I’ll get some hangover medicine...”

“Yeon-Hee, just leave her.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Just leave her alone...”

She was confused at what Davey meant, but their uncle seemed to agree with him. He told her, “Let her be. She needs to feel what happens when you drink excessively.”

Of course, Hyun-Ah usually wasn’t the type who couldn’t control herself around alcohol. Nonetheless, given the circumstances, she had gotten completely wasted with an outsider late at night.

“Haah. I’ll call her out of work tomorrow.”

Yeon-Hee sighed and left, while their uncle quietly watched Hyun-Ah and gently stroked her cheek as she groaned in her sleep. He softly called out, “Hyun-Su.”

“Yes, Uncle.”

Whenever he called him by his previous Earth name, it meant he was about to say something serious. He was much more familiar with the name Hyun-Su than the name Davey.

“Is he any good?”

“Hm, I suppose I can’t be one hundred percent sure. But from what I can tell, he seems like a trustworthy person. Hyun-Ah doesn’t seem entirely against him, either.”

“That will do.” He didn’t ask anything more.

As soon as he left, Blue Ribbon and Red Ribbon appeared from the Pocket Plane.

Blue Ribbon asked him, “Daddy, is Auntie sick?”

“No, she’s not sick,” he told her.

“But she’s groaning!!!” Red Ribbon approached Hyun-Ah worriedly.

At the same time.

“Our Red Ribbon!!!” Hyun-Ah, who was sleeping, flashed out a hand and hugged her tightly.

Naturally, Red Ribbon screamed when she got pulled into the rough, alcohol-reeking hug. “Eww!!! Weird smell!”

Blue Ribbon, who was about to follow, saw Red Ribbon’s plight. She hid behind Davey and didn’t dare to go near Hyun-Ah, shrieking, “Ugh. Smelly! I don’t like it!”

“Hehehehe. Who does our Red Ribbon take after to be so cute?”

As if she had never complained about her head hurting just moments before, Hyun-Ah clung to Red Ribbon like a doll and refused to let go, still half-asleep.

She slapped Hyun-Ah and yelled at the top of her lungs, “L... let go!”

Of course, that only made her hug Red Ribbon tighter. Red Ribbon eventually turned her head with effort and called for help. “Da... Daddy! Save me!!!”

He didn’t know what to say. It looked like Hyun-Ah wouldn’t let go if he left them alone, so he walked over and pried her arm away.

“Ugh. Reeed Ribbonnnnn!!!”

“No! Get away, Auntie Hyun-Ah!!”

Red Ribbon probably would’ve stayed by her side if Hyun-Ah had simply said she was sick like usual. However, she hadn’t expected to go through something like that after innocently checking on her auntie, so she stuck out her tongue and hid behind Davey.

“Ugh. Where did Red Ribbon gooo...”

Leaving the incoherent Hyun-Ah mumbling behind, Davey picked up Red Ribbon and Blue Ribbon.

“Red Ribbon, your auntie’s looking for you.”

The little girl writhed and flailed around in his arms like a fish out of water, insisting, “I don’t like her! I don’t like Auntie!”

“Alright, alright. Hehehe.”