This World is too Cruel to Men – Chapter 261

Chae-rim’s Perspective

What can I even say?

The suite room that was arranged as our accommodation by the Busan branch felt like a huge single room crammed with all sorts of things.

It’s like a massive room where a bedroom and a living room coexist.

Maybe that’s why there wasn’t even a wall to separate the ‘living room’ with the sofas and the ‘bedroom’ with the giant bed.

Honestly, that alone left me thoroughly perplexed… but what truly drove me crazy was the layout of the bathroom.

“Wait, why is it like… this…?”

Whose idea even was this?

The bathroom’s design was so awkward that it made me wonder about that.

The walls were made entirely of glass, after all.

Of course, the architect must have considered something, as the glass wasn’t clear enough for everything inside to be visible; it had been treated to be opaque.

So I didn’t need to worry about someone seeing right through it, but…

“Still…”

Just because it wasn’t fully visible doesn’t mean silhouettes wouldn’t be seen.

It was already half-confirmed that Dogun might be looking at me with those kinds of eyes, and if that situation were coupled with this?

Dogun would definitely be quite stimulated.

I seem to recall hearing somewhere that sometimes, just the hint of being visible can stimulate one’s imagination far more than if it were fully exposed.

The issue is that if he did feel that stimulation, he would need a way to relieve it, but in this situation where we’re together, that would likely be difficult.

He would surely try to endure it.

And that would directly lead to stress.

With what happened back at home earlier, Dogun must have already been piled up with plenty of stress.

But what if he was given additional stress in this situation?

In the worst-case scenario, all of that might explode at once.

Of course, I wasn’t really sure how that explosion would manifest.

Doctor Go only hinted that there could be something significant without detailing anything specific.

“I remember when I called Dogun a bomb…”

Based on what I heard back then, and Dogun’s powers that he gained since that day, I could guess it might manifest by weakening the Talent Org of all people around him for a set amount of time.

And if that actually happened, what if there were others within that influence at that moment?

There would surely be chaos.

Specifically, among those with talent—at least for women—talent is precisely that important.

After such chaos, they would naturally seek to find the cause.

“What’s worse…”

It might not just stop at merely weakening the Talent Org; it might even cause permanent damage.

To prevent that kind of situation from happening, I was thinking it was necessary to somehow block any additional stress from reaching Dogun.

But here I was in this ridiculous accommodation…

“Should I move to another place right now…?”

When I checked in the lobby earlier, all the decent hotels seemed fully booked, but surely if I wander around a bit, I might find an available room.

I stood dumbfounded at the entrance, thinking that once I stepped inside, something irretrievable might happen.

“Um… I-I’ll sleep on the sofa!”

Dogun seemed to have been equally taken aback by an unexpected sight, as he stepped inside while saying that.

“Ah…!”

By the time I realized, Dogun had already reached the front of the sofa and was unpacking his belongings.

Well, to call it luggage, there really wasn’t much.

After all, the schedule only required us to stay for a night and a day, and indeed, bringing Dogun with me felt like a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Plus, since Dogun promised Yoonseo he’d make lunch for her, it left him with even less time to pack.

Of course, the light packing wasn’t only a trait of Dogun.

I didn’t pack much either.

After all, it’s not like I’d be staying for a week; just a single night and then it’s all over, so there was no need to fuss about with a ton of stuff.

If there was anything I needed?

I could just go out and buy it.

And if I was too lazy for that, I could always call the lobby for help or order delivery.

So, even if Dogun didn’t bring much luggage, it wasn’t a big deal… but seeing only light clothing among Dogun’s things slightly bothered me.

“Surely he isn’t… planning to stay alone in the hotel while I participate in the event, right?”

Since this hotel was designated by the Association, it was indeed safer than others.

But it was undeniably truer that participating in the event with others would be safer than staying alone.

So taking him along would be the right move.

“Once you’re done unpacking, shall we head out?”

“Um… What?”

As expected, it seemed he had thought he would be alone in the hotel room.

Seeing him so perplexed, it was clear.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

So I decided to entice him with food.

If I could just drag him out of the room somehow, wouldn’t everything else fall into place?

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Dogun’s Perspective

Since I had come all the way to Busan, it was good being led around by my sister, who insisted we had to eat what could only be found here.

At least, it was enjoyable while we were pigging out… but then…

“What the…? Why am I doing this here?”

“How can I help you?”

“Um…”

I followed along, thinking maybe my sister was taking me to some fantastic restaurant, but when I came to my senses, I found myself standing in front of a mirror, wearing a beauty gown to boot.

Honestly, that was already shocking enough, but what took it further was my sister diligently ordering something from someone who looked like a stylist behind me.

As I stared blankly into the mirror, a woman was stealthily spraying something on my head.

“Um… customer?”

“Ah… can you please just tidy up my current style?”

“Right, just tidy up, understood.”

Since I was already seated and wrapped in a beauty gown, I couldn’t say no, so I resigned myself to accept my fate.

“Oh, while I’m at it, should I tidy up your eyebrows too?”

“Uh, what? M-my eyebrows?”

“Yes, you’re fine as is, but just a little trim would make it even better.”

Now, biologically speaking, men become very quiet once they enter a beauty salon.

And I was no exception.

“Uh, then… well…”

What could I do?

I didn’t know much, so I nodded my head in surrender.

Not long after I nodded, I heard the sound of scissors snipping away at my hair.

Then, in the midst of that, a jarring noise interrupted.

A sudden clatter made me lift my head and turn to see what it was.

Only to find rows of hangers filled with suits entering the room.

“Wait, what…?”

And there stood none other than Chae-rim behind them.

“Hmm… is this all you’ve got?”

“Yes, it seems they were hastily gathered…”

“It seems a bit sparse.”

“Nevertheless! I will look for more!”

Honestly, I started to feel a little scared.

Because my sister’s intense gaze sweeping over the garments hanging was clearly filled with the determination to dress me up in them.