BJ Villainess Chapter 366

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We slept under the same blanket. Originally, I only had one blanket, just enough for myself, and I couldn’t afford to buy another one for the man I found lying on the street. At first, sleeping under the same blanket with an unconscious stranger felt uncomfortable, but after a few nights, I stopped thinking about it. I just told myself he was a big, warm stuffed animal. However, once he regained consciousness, sharing a blanket with him felt a little odd.

 

I wanted to buy him a new blanket, or I told him to make another one with magic. Then Ozworld suddenly claimed that his magic wasn’t working anymore.

 

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

 

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable.”

 

He looked shocked by my answer.

 

“I-I mean, the blanket is just a bit small…”

 

Snap! With a snap of his fingers, the single-sized topper grew to the size of a queen bed. I stared at Ozworld, demanding an explanation.

 

“It’s simpler to modify something that already exists than to create something out of nothing.”

 

I had a feeling that was a lie, but I let it go. After all, we were living together in a cramped studio; did it really matter if it was one blanket or two?

 

Before falling asleep, Ozworld hugged me tightly.

 

“Good night.”

 

His whisper in my ear was so gentle. I could feel, so clearly, his wish that I’d sleep well and only have pleasant dreams if I dreamed at all.

 

Maybe it was because I knew all his actions were some kind of ploy, yet I didn’t sense any ulterior motive from him. Or maybe it was because I’d gotten so used to being hugged. When we lay side by side, I found myself unconsciously snuggling into his arms. I realized I had made a mistake, but if I suddenly jerked away in surprise, it would feel unbearably awkward.

 

What do I do now?

 

As I was lost in my own mess with no answer, Ozworld, who had been startled by the sudden contact, rolled over to face me. My eyes were closed, but I could tell he was looking at me even without checking.

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

An oddly tinged silence filled the air.

 

Please, just pretend you don’t notice. Act like nothing happened. That way, I wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed.

 

“Jiwoo.”

 

“…Ahem. Uh, what?”

 

“Can I kiss you?”

 

At those words, my eyes snapped open. “Huh?”

 

It wasn’t ‘I like you,’ or ‘Let’s date,’ or ‘What are you doing,’ but—what? Kiss?

 

“I want to kiss you.”

 

I looked at him with a mix of disbelief, embarrassment, excitement, and confusion. This alien… was bolder than I thought.

 

His blue eyes, shadowed in darkness, reflected faint light—so alluring, so mesmerizing that I couldn’t look away. It was all because of that ridiculously handsome face that bewitched people.

 

I grabbed both his cheeks and kissed him first. Answering ‘yes’ felt awkward, and just sticking my lips out and waiting seemed even more awkward, so I made that choice. As soon as our lips touched, Ozworld wrapped his arms around my waist as if he had been waiting, and rolled us over. In an instant, I ended up on top of him.

 

In the cramped studio, only the sound of our heavy breathing echoed. It was noisy in the other room, maybe because college students were drinking, but his ragged breaths seemed even louder.

 

We pressed our lips together again and again without pause. When we took a moment to catch our breath, we just looked at each other in silence. Then, as if a spark flew between us, one of us closed the distance again, and another long kiss followed. It was as if we were finally unleashing something we had been holding back for a long time.

 

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That night’s kiss changed our daily routine once again. Ozworld, who used to demand hugs at every opportunity, now wanted kisses as part of the set. He liked it when I kissed him first. But there was something a little odd. Every time I initiated a kiss, he always seemed startled, as if a knife had stabbed him in the heart. One day, I got so curious that I asked him why.

 

“…I’m afraid you’re kissing me because you want to leave me.”

 

What is he talking about? Who in the world kisses someone because they want to break up? Alien logic was hard to understand sometimes.

 

So, today’s goodbye kiss before work was started by Ozworld, not me.

 

“Haa… Jiwoo…”

 

Every time we kissed, Ozworld looked like he had a thousand things he wanted to say. But all he ever said out loud was my name, ‘Jiwoo.’ Because of that, I gained another piece of data about aliens: aliens are cowards. Or maybe it was just confirmation bias.

 

“I’ll be back.”

 

Ozworld, the greedy alien, would keep kissing me endlessly if left alone, so I always had to push him away before my lips could get ridiculously swollen, and he’d look sulky.

 

“…After I come home, let’s do more.”

 

When I pretended to give in and said that, he would always smile in that sly way of his. No one could deny that the expression was charming.

 

“Okay, see you later.”

 

Geez, he really does know how handsome he is. I shook my head as I left for work, unable to hide the smile on my face.

 

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After I started living with this mysterious, handsome alien, there were small changes in my daily life. Small, but definitely changes. Like, my luck started to improve. The traffic light would turn green just as I reached it, or the person sitting in front of me on the subway would get off at the next station. If it suddenly rained when I hadn’t brought an umbrella, there’d always be a spare one at the office with no name on it. Even on the web novel platform I use, I always hit the maximum reward in the random cash draws.

 

After another day filled with those small bits of good luck, I came home swinging a paper bag in my hand. When I got home, the most beautiful piece of luck in my life—the alien—was making dinner.

 

“I’m home.”

 

Ozworld came over to kiss me with a bright smile. But once he started, he wouldn’t let me go for a long time, so I quickly stopped him.

 

“Wait.”

 

His lips blocked by my palm, he looked puzzled—and maybe a little dissatisfied.

 

“Why?”

 

“I have something for you.”

 

I handed him the paper bag in my hand. It was a brand-new cell phone I’d picked up today. He looked at me as if asking why I was giving it to him.

 

“It’s frustrating when you can’t contact your lover.”

 

“…Huh?”

 

I put the phone in his hand and made a suggestion. “Let’s date.” It was a bit of a late confession, since we’d already done everything else.

 

Ozworld stared at me blankly, then checked the phone in his hand. “I put it under your name.”

 

“…Okay.”

 

“I already saved my number. So, your answer?”

 

“…Okay.”

 

That day, I saw Ozworld’s tears for the second time. I learned a new piece of data: aliens in love are crybabies.

 

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“For the success of <God’s Play>!”

 

“Cheers!”

 

With another round of the same old boring toast, everyone drained their glasses.

 

“Ahh.” I wrinkled my forehead at the unpleasant bitterness.

 

I’ve always had a low tolerance for alcohol, and I never understood what was supposed to taste good about it. Whenever I said that, my friends or seniors would say it’s because I don’t know the bitterness of life. But honestly, since I grew up in a pretty harmonious family and the biggest trial of my life was a failed romance, I probably knew more about life’s bitterness than they did. But I’ve never had a failed romance, so maybe my life is sweeter after all. I nodded to myself like a wise sage who’d just had a revelation.

 

These days, my life was so sweet I thought my teeth might rot—it was impossible to find alcohol sweet anymore. Just then, I received a message from the sweet honey who had turned my life into sweet water.

 

[Should I come pick you up?]

 

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

 

[Who is this?]

 

[It’s your boyfriend.]

 

[That man is a vampire.]

 

[…Me?]

 

[If you come outside, you’ll die.]

[Your weaknesses are sunlight and crosses.]

 

[Then what about the walks we take every day?]

 

[That’s a miracle of love.]

 

Bzzz bzzz bzzz. My phone rang.

 

“Yeah.”

 

-Jiwoo, are you drunk?

 

“No… Yeah.”

 

-I’ll come pick you up.

 

“Okay.”

 

After I hung up, everyone was staring at me.

 

Senior Seonga asked, “Jiwoo, do you… have a boyfriend?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Really?!”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh my god, why didn’t you tell us?!”

 

Did I not? I couldn’t remember.

 

“Wow, Shin Jiwoo in a relationship… The world must be ending.”

 

“Who is it? Someone we know?”

 

“When did you start dating?”

 

“Is he good-looking?”

 

So noisy. The barrage of questions made my head spin.

 

Diring. Just then, the door to the bar opened, and a man came over to me, his face completely covered with a hoodie, cap, and mask.

 

“Jiwoo.”

 

At the sound of Ozworld’s voice, I looked up.

 

“Here’s my boyfriend.”

 

At my introduction, everyone looked at Ozworld suspiciously. He pulled down his mask and politely greeted them. “Hello.”

 

I didn’t want to deal with a flood of annoying questions, so I quickly got up. “I’ll go first.”

 

That day, my group chat notifications wouldn’t stop, so I ended up just turning my phone off.