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I’ve been through so much… It’s really exhausting.
Honestly, even a doll for changing clothes probably hasn’t tried on as many outfits as I have. Where in the world did they buy all those clothes?
Do they have money to burn?
Ah, well… it’s not like I feel bad if I think they bought them for me, but isn’t it a little too much?
An appropriate gift makes one feel good and lowers their guard, but an excessive gift can have the opposite effect.
It’s like when someone suddenly offers you 100 million and you immediately suspect it’s a voice phishing scam… or like when a woman you barely know claims you’ve gotten close without you realizing it and asks to meet.
…Looking into the eyes of the two people dressing me, it seemed like they were definitely acting on personal preference.
Anyway.
After going through countless outfits, what I ultimately chose was something similar to what I’d requested before—similar to what Hwang Bo-yul wears, a kind of suit.
The tailored, petite suit fit my body perfectly and stood out compared to the other outfits, pleasing me greatly like a fairy would. When I looked in the mirror, I could see my adorable reflection wearing the suit.
It’s the kind of outfit that would make me look like a kid agent in an anime, but since this is just how I am, there’s nothing I can do about it.
How can I control being cute? Even if I grow taller, my steel-like appearance stays the same.
Still, it was better than the overly childish clothes or cute skirts… and bell-bottom pants that they tried.
…But.
If they already had this perfectly sized suit ready, didn’t they already know I would wear it?
And yet, they still bought all that stuff from outside?
It seems like there’s definitely a lot of personal preference involved.
Here… so this place is called the Laboratory. Does the Laboratory… have a lot of money?
Thinking about it, do the people upstairs actually belong to the Laboratory? Could they have misappropriated money designated for others to buy clothes?
Despite the feeling that I should start a union, I managed to escape from Han Seori and Yang Ha-na. The two, who had their fill of dressing me up, seemed satisfied and didn’t try to hold me back.
Han Seori didn’t seem overly stressed, but I don’t understand why she’s doing this to me.
If it’s just because I’m cute… well, I suppose even someone as accomplished as me has to put up with it.
Having escaped their clutches, I finished what I was doing before Yang Ha-na could catch me again. With my adorable suit on and strolling hands-free, I felt like I had some status.
Though I wore it to adjust to the situation, I must admit, it felt alright.
…Considering that I originally wore clothes, it felt a bit odd but whatever.
…The people in the Special Zone typically don’t wear clothes.
Hem.
During that moment, Jelly noticed something strange.
When I entered the quarantine room wearing a suit with a dignified air, the Jelly creatures began showing interest in me being dressed.
Even though they never showed much excitement when Daesik’s dolls or Sosik occasionally wore clothes, they seemed interested when I did.
Though I wondered what made the difference, I ignored it since it made me feel good. Apparently, my attire looked beautiful on me.
But soon after, a minor but serious issue arose. The Jelly creatures not only showed interest but also began indicating they wanted to wear something themselves.
The small creatures gently tugged on my clothes, careful not to tear them, showcasing how clever the Jellies were.
This proved that managing the Special Zone isn’t just a random occurrence.
But… even if they cling to me, there’s nothing I can offer them.
Some of the more aggressive ones even tried to insert their jelly bodies into the gaps of my clothes, almost as if saying they wanted to share the suit.
Seeing this, I realized I couldn’t just leave it be.
Ah, it wasn’t that I intended to scold the Jellies sharply. How could I punish the children who monitor the Special Zone by diligently eating pudding every day?
I’m not that kind of evil boss who squeezes their subordinates and sucks their blood.
…And technically, it’s the humans making the decisions, so strictly speaking, I’m not the boss.
Still, my actions here make me seem too kind.
Anyway, aren’t they asking to wear clothes?
However, since the Jelly creatures are smaller than me, they obviously couldn’t fit into the clothes from earlier. But… wouldn’t it work with alterations?
Who’s going to do that?
Of course… Yang Ha-na will, right?
Since it wasn’t something I would do, I calmed down the Jellies who kept clinging and fussing with my clothes, and returned to where the two content individuals stood with satisfied smiles.
When I got there, I saw them tidying up the clothes.
I quickly approached as they selected more outfits, waving my hands toward them. Han Seori greeted me with a warm smile, opening her arms as if inviting me for a hug.
“Huh? Lime? You’re back? Did you think of another outfit?”
There’s no way.
Since Han Seori already had her arms open, I gave her an embrace to avoid embarrassment, even though I lacked the scent of perfume, I twisted my body to communicate what the Jellies wanted.
But… the two didn’t understand.
“…Do you have any idea what they’re saying?”
“I don’t quite get it, but it’s adorable!”
“That’s true, but… um, I told one girl not to come around for a while, so it’s going to be tough… Hey, can you bring me paper and a pen?”
“Oh, that’s a good idea.”
Right. I can write.
Why did I forget that?
Maybe due to over-reliance on perfume, I forgot I could write. Honestly, since there haven’t been any opportunities to handwrite after graduation, it’s natural to forget.
While I was grumbling about that, I thought it would be handy if someone could give me a laptop.
Hmm… Should I ask for one after this successful debut(?). If my existence becomes known to everyone, there’s no need to hold back, right?
That’s good.
With a satisfied smile, I wrote on the paper Yang Ha-na brought that the Jellies wanted clothes. Upon reading this, Han Seori silently looked toward Yang Ha-na.
Yang Ha-na appeared to be smiling, but the trembling at the corners of her eyes was unmistakable.
Ah, so even she feels fear.
Why is it like this, Yang Ha-na?
Didn’t she enjoy dressing me earlier?
I wish she’d like having more customers.
Having finished my task, I departed, leaving behind Han Seori, who had an awkward expression, and Yang Ha-na, who began to tremble.
I had more quarantine rooms to check that I hadn’t yet.
It wasn’t about revenge or anything; I just wanted to thoroughly inspect all the rooms.
“…Are you ready?”
In response to Han Seori’s question, I silently nodded.
The day for my debut(?) had finally arrived, and the time to go out had come. Though Han Seori had mentioned it before, I still had doubts—would this really happen?
Since there’s no clear reason to reveal something we’ve carefully concealed for so long, the uncertainty lingered.
But… well, I’m sure they have it figured out. After all, they’re smarter than me.
It’s a joyous occasion for me, so there’s no reason for me to oppose it.
As such, I left the Laboratory with Han Seori and the new Perfume.
While the others were there to see me off, Yang Ha-na was nowhere to be seen… it’s probably because of the clothes.
Kim Cheon-soo makes pudding, and Yang Ha-na does alterations.
…Maybe it’s not the Jellies who are overworked, but these two.
Anyway.
This outing was truly special in many ways. First, I didn’t ride in a carrier.
It’s obvious since I’m officially appearing in public.
And, once again, I’m wearing clothes. Today, I look cute.
Not riding in a carrier feels oddly empty.
Exiting through the port, I could see the cars waiting for us and the villagers who gathered to see me off.
This makes me feel like a real celebrity.
No, it’s more like the sole villager getting into university and having a grand send-off.
It’s a strange feeling that’s hard to put into words.
Waving goodbye to the villagers as I boarded the vehicle gave me the sense that I might develop celebrity syndrome, making my jelly wiggle with excitement.
Then,
I suddenly realized that the only ones in the car with me were Han Seori and Perfume.
…Wait, who is driving?
Snapping out of it and looking toward the passenger seat, I saw Han Seori sitting nervously and speaking cautiously.
“…Can you really handle driving?”
“Of course. If I could operate that huge thing, why would I be unable to handle this?”
“…Hmm.”
…Is Perfume driving?
Is that fine?
No matter how you look at it, she’s… driving without a license.
It didn’t feel good.
We wouldn’t have an accident on the first day of my debut, would we?
Regardless of my worries,
Vroom.
The car started.
