Revenge with the Power of the Final Boss

Chapter 58

Creak—

Finally, the door opened, and Seomun Ye-jin was the first to step outside.

As Seomun Ye-jin descended to the first floor, Lee Ha-yeon immediately greeted her.

"Good morning, Ye-jin unnie."

"Good morning, Ha-yeon," Ye-jin replied with a warm smile as she gave Ha-yeon a quick once-over.

"Wouldn’t it have been better to change into sleepwear?"

"Oh, it’s fine. When I’m at dungeons or on missions, I usually just loosen the hooks and sleep like this—it’s more convenient," Ha-yeon explained.

Ye-jin nodded in understanding.

"I see. I used to do the same before I met my husband."

Ye-jin, like Ha-yeon, often wore hot pants for convenience. It wasn’t unusual—over 85% of female hunters preferred hot pants for ease of movement in combat.

In fact, Ye-jin herself had modeled dozens of types of hot pants for promotional shoots. Dresses or skirts were often impractical, as they restricted movement and required constant attention to avoid mishaps, leading Ha-yeon to adopt the same preference.

"I’m about to prepare breakfast—muffins okay for you?"

"Yes, but you don’t have to go out of your way to make some for me..."

"Nonsense. As the lady of this house, I must treat our guests properly."

"...Alright," Ha-yeon replied, though she felt a twinge of disappointment.

She was still considered a guest.

If she weren’t just a guest, though, she would likely be preoccupied with resolving issues related to her family.

‘If my father finds out, he’ll raise hell.’

Ha-yeon hadn’t told her father about her feelings yet.

He might have suspected something, but Ha-yeon didn’t want to be interfered with until she became an adult.

In a month’s time, she would be of age, and by then, her choices would be beyond reproach.

‘Mom in America probably wouldn’t think badly of it either.’

Unlike her father, Lee Jung-chun, the head of the Angel Guild, her French-American mother, Isabelle Marceaux, might even welcome the idea of her daughter becoming Baek Seo-jun’s third woman.

That is, if she realized the full extent of Seo-jun’s true power and his position as the unofficial heir to the Kangin Guild.

‘But... what if, after I become an adult, Seo-jun thinks of me as a burden?’

Though the thought worried her, Ha-yeon had her own plans for when she received his answer.

She intended to prove her worth by demonstrating how much effort she would put in and how valuable she could be, ensuring she wouldn’t be seen as someone who merely caused trouble.

After Ye-jin headed to the kitchen, it wasn’t long before the sound of Baek Seo-jun and Han Se-hee leaving their room reached her ears.

The room must have been soundproofed, as she couldn’t hear any conversation from within. What mattered, however, was that Han Se-hee had gotten what she wanted—she was now Baek Seo-jun’s woman.

‘I’m envious, but I should congratulate her.’

To say she wasn’t jealous of Han Se-hee becoming Seo-jun’s woman first would be a lie. But Se-hee was a good friend, and Ha-yeon genuinely wished for her happiness.

"No, not at all."

"That’s not true, Seo-jun oppa."

Meeting his gaze with her pink eyes, Ha-yeon spoke firmly.

"You already have Ye-jin unnie, and yet you’ve taken our confessions seriously. That alone is more than enough for us to be grateful."

Unlike Se-hee, Ha-yeon hadn’t yet heard his answer, and a lingering sense of insecurity remained within her.

Her position as the heir to the Angel Guild, coupled with her family’s expectations, only added to her worries.

Compared to someone like Seo-jun—practically the heir to the nation-dominating Kangin Guild—her family’s influence seemed insignificant.

‘As long as he doesn’t find me bothersome, that would be enough.’

"Thank you for thinking that way," Seo-jun said. "Alright, Ha-yeon. I’ll give you my answer now."

"Yes."

Ha-yeon’s hands tightened slightly as she waited for his response.

Se-hee offered her an encouraging smile, and Seo-jun placed a reassuring hand on Ha-yeon’s shoulder.

"Ah..."

As his hand rested on her shoulder, Ha-yeon felt the weight of his gaze on her, along with a subtle atmosphere that hinted at what was to come.

"I’ll answer like this."

The next thing Ha-yeon felt was something soft pressing against her lips.

"Hngh!"

It wasn’t until a moment later that Ha-yeon realized—he was kissing her.

***

The sensation of Lee Ha-yeon’s lips was as wonderful as I had anticipated.

Even when compared to Han Se-hee, she didn’t fall short in the slightest. As for Seomun Ye-jin, objectively speaking, they were on equal footing.

Gently, I pulled Ha-yeon into an embrace.

Though she wasn’t yet an adult, meaning sex was off the table, a bit of touching through her clothes seemed acceptable, didn’t it?

With that thought, I wrapped my arms around her and let my hand rest on her lower back, sliding down to her hips. Then, I moved to firmly grasp her chest.

"Hngh!"

Ha-yeon let out a startled sound as my hands settled on her breasts and hips, pressing against her through her denim hot pants and T-shirt.

Continuing the kiss, I let my hands remain, exploring her form lightly through the fabric. Before long, she seemed to grow accustomed to my touch, melting into the rhythm of the kiss.

"Hmmpf! Hngh!"

Then, surprisingly, she began to respond with enthusiasm, her lips and tongue moving eagerly against mine, even taking the initiative with a fiercer kiss.

‘How adorable.’

Her reaction, so distinct from Se-hee’s, struck me as undeniably charming. Feeling a different kind of cuteness from her, I reached up to run my fingers through her brilliant golden hair, gently stroking it as we continued.