Chapter 150

“Waaak!”

“Waaaaak!”

“Aaak!”

In just one second.

That was all the time it took for the participants’ fates to be decided.

At Yeonwoo’s shout, the contestants reflexively threw out their hands.

Roy, too, managed to extend his hand just in time.

But the result was twelve to one.

Among the thirteen male participants, only Roy had thrown scissors.

“......!”

As the contestants who had thrown rock cheered and raised their hands, Roy froze in his scissors-thrown posture.

Then, as if waking from a daze, he narrowed his eyes and shouted out in a sharp voice.

“This isn’t valid! You said it was a one-round match!”

“He said so—one-round match.”

“Wow, damn. I thought my heart was going to explode!”

“Haven’t you heard that men throw rock? You’re still a child~”

Just moments before, the participants had worn stern expressions, sizing each other up, but now they were all giggling and tossing in a remark each, basking in the winner’s arrogance.

Roy was the only one unable to accept the outcome.

“Do it again!”

“Come on, be a man and admit it coolly. You didn’t even throw anything—no, you did. Once the cards are laid, it’s over.”

Yeon-woo, thrilled after that team-kill, had already come up and thrown an arm around Roy’s shoulder, giggling.

“There’s no game as ruthless and cruel as rock-paper-scissors. Got it, kid?”

“What are you saying, idiot. I won’t admit it! Again! I won’t move one step until we do it again!”

When words failed, Roy flung himself face-down on the ground and refused to budge.

But this was a survival show where {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} only the strong survived.

And strong meant cold-hearted. So, whether Roy held his ground or not, the other contestants—thinking “as long as it’s not me”—didn’t bother to pay him any mind.

“Damn......”

Pouting, Roy thrust out his lips and glared at the older guys.

Perhaps feeling sorry for him, the oldest among the participants, Kim Gosu, stepped forward and gently tried to soothe Roy.

“It’s okay. You’ll look pretty no matter what you do.”

This guy... is he trying to make me miserable?

Dressing in women’s clothes.

Dressing in women’s clothes!

As a man, I, Iroi, had done everything the broadcaster asked back in my Mangdol days, but I had never, ever dressed in women’s clothes.

And besides, back then the team’s visual spot was Yeon-woo’s, so if something like that happened, it never came to me.

Getting attention for looks was naturally Yeon-woo’s role.

All I had to do was take pictures of Yeon-woo dressed up and laugh about it....

‘Then why does this have to happen to me...?’

Peering down, Roy muttered in a deflated voice.

“No, I can’t handle this. I’m a man, I am......”

“Even if you say that, it’s useless. Just accept it. You’re not actually becoming a woman, right?”

While Kim Gosu made Roy even more miserable, cheers erupted from behind, signalling the end of the women’s rock-paper-scissors.

Not long after, a pair of shoes came to a stop before Roy, who sat sulking on the ground.

When he slowly lifted his head, a familiar face squatted opposite him and extended a hand.

“Let’s do our best, Iroi?”

Anna, who could crush a blood fiend’s skull with her bare hands, gave him a teasing smile that said if he kept being a nuisance, she’d smash his head for real.

“......Yes.”

Roy, fearless in every battle, was genuinely scared of Anna.

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Thus, for the first time in his life, Iroi donned what was called a one-piece dress.

When he saw his reflection in the mirror, he wanted to bite his tongue and die.

‘......This isn’t healing, it’s inciting killing.’

Roy squeezed his eyes shut and recalled his grudge against Junseo.

‘Why are there so many enemies in this wasteland?’

That was when the participants playing blood fiends swarmed over to gawk at Roy in drag.

As expected, one of them laughed loudest and most gleefully.

“Puhaha! Wow~ are you crazy? No, I’d believe it if you were a real woman. Hey miss, what’s your name?”

Yeon-woo imitated a clumsy Seoul accent as they approached.

“Deukcheureu, Jeunchi.”

“How about Rosuni, Rosuni? Or Eroja? Puhaha!”

“Yeon-woo, have some sense......”

Sensing a tense atmosphere, Taeeon tried to rein in Yeon-woo, but to no avail.

The more Taeeon tried, the more excited Yeon-woo became, snapping photos nonstop.

Roy felt oddly as if he were getting back the favor for past misdeeds.

But Yeon-woo was the only one laughing; the others’ reactions were unexpectedly composed. Their expressions were uniformly stiff.

‘Right. Even if you can be generous, a man in drag isn’t exactly a delightful sight.’

If I hate it this much, how much more must others?

Yet in reality, the opposite happened.

“Damn...... she’s so damn pretty.”

“Huh? Why is my heart racing...?”

“Was she always that beautiful?”

“Found her, my ideal type......”

Unwittingly, Roy was stirring the hearts of the male contestants.

Luckily, Roy didn’t hear this because he was busy bickering with Yeon-woo, but Taeeon heard it clearly.

‘Are these people for real?’

It was a side effect of mastering the world’s greatest beauty and pulling off drag flawlessly, but Taeeon didn’t know that.

He did know one thing: if Roy heard it, the shoot would be upended.

Just as Taeeon was about to lead everyone away, Roy’s other rival, Han Gyeol, appeared.

“Hello~”

He looked around as if searching for Roy, then walked straight over.

“Is this Iroi—”

Spotting Roy, he stopped dead in his tracks.

“?!”

Roy, who had been swiping at Yeon-woo’s cat punch, also froze when he saw Han Gyeol.

He was still angry at Han Gyeol and felt he needed to act icier than usual.

He thought no amount of a cold expression would work in this state.

Then, in that moment—

“......Angel?”

“Go die!”

Han Gyeol hurled a roll of toilet paper, hitting Roy squarely, and collapsed in a heap.

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[Title: Describe your feelings after watching S-Hero Episode 11]

Early: Ugh tch-tch that idiot

Middle: ????

Late: This is... for real...?