What Do You Think about Living With a Gaming Addict Girlfriend and Having Pure Love?

Chapter 1: Prologue – An Unknown Woman at My Place

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Ugh… Ugh…

I yelled, but instead of my voice, this weird rasp came out.

When was the last time I had water? Last year? Or the year *before* that?

I didn’t know. My throat felt like a dried-up rice paddy.

My guts were twisted up, and my head pounded like it’d been hit by a rock.

Thump… Thump…

Now I was hearing things, too.

Damn it, a life born at the bottom of the gutter, crawling like a bug.

How did I get this far?

Is this how it ends, so pathetically?

Ugh! Shit!

I couldn’t take the nausea anymore and jumped up, running to the bathroom.

Urp! Bleargh!

Gasp… Gasp…

Reddish liquid gushed out like a fountain.

Last night, everything was perfect.

Where did I go wrong?

For a long time, I clung to the toilet, throwing up everything in my stomach.

That’s bean sprouts, that’s short ribs, and the red is army stew.

It’s been a while since I drank, so my body couldn’t handle it.

Sorry for overdoing it.

It’s just a hangover.

Splash!

I plunged my head into the bathtub and poured cold water over myself.

“Phew. Finally feeling alive.”

This is strange.

I mastered the art of secretly pouring out drinks five years ago.

Why did I drink so much when I can’t even handle it?

I blacked out, so I don’t remember.

But the good news is, I have four consecutive days off starting today.

Even if I blacked out, it’s common sense for modern office workers not to forget their holidays, right?

If it weren’t for that damn company, I could easily power through this hangover.

Hangover or whatever, every minute and second of my days off is precious, so I need to get my act together.

“It’s twelve hours of straight gaming time from now on.  Everything’s gonna die.”

Multitasking, I brushed my teeth and dried my hair as I walked out of the bathroom.

My hips swayed to a disco rhythm.

The spring sunshine is already warm.

Perfect weather for gaming.

Except for the hangover, it’s a perfect Saturday.

But…

What’s this?

*Rustle*… *Rustle*…

I thought it was a pile of laundry…

I see something moving on the veranda.

“Holy shit! You scared me! Who are you?”

It’s a person.

Curled up on the veranda like a cat, basking in the sunlight…

So…

There’s someone in my apartment.

“Um… Sung-Hyeon-ah… Are you awake?”

“You’re the one who should be asking if *I’m* awake.”

Eyes so bright they were almost overwhelming looked at me and smiled shyly.

Flawless skin. Lips vibrant even in the morning.

Sunlight shone like a halo through her loosely tied brown hair.

Is this a graphic?  There aren’t even any blood vessels in her eyes.

The woman smiled brightly at me, then her eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you okay? You look sick. Ugh… My throat hurts from throwing up so much.”

Of course I’m not okay. There’s a stranger in my apartment.

For the record, I broke up with my girlfriend two days ago.

So, the probability of a woman being in my apartment on Saturday morning is practically zero.

Is this a dream?

But the woman’s clothes look familiar.

“Those are… my underwear.”

“Yeah… They’re your underwear.  This too.”

The woman wiggled the t-shirt.

Right. That t-shirt is mine too.  The stretched-out one I wear as pajamas.

But the fact that my clothes were stolen didn’t really register.

Something else caught my eye.

The woman’s body line, clearly revealed by the sunlight from behind.

A slender waist curving dramatically into her hips.

When did my underwear become so…revealing?

The special effects are too much.

And upwards…. Hmm.

Two distinct points, as well.

“Ugh… Cover yourself up!”

Seeing a naked woman first thing on a Saturday morning felt like being hit in the head with a hammer.

No, wait.  Maybe this headache is from the hangover.

Either way, I feel like I’m dying.

But the shock seemed mutual.

For some reason, the woman’s smile instantly turned into a frown.

“Why are you being so formal?”

“Who are *you* to be so informal?”

“Wow… You said you couldn’t hold your liquor, and you really meant it… You don’t remember anything?”

“So, who are you?”

“I’m Park Da-Hye!”

“Park Da-Hye? I know Park Geun-Hye.”

“Ahhh~ Stop it~ Don’t be scary.  I’m KimPokDaughter!  You really don’t remember? Or are you pretending not to know?”

KimPokDaughter?

KimPokDaughter, I know.

My most precious, no, my *only* friend, KimPokDaughter.

Not her real name, of course.

Who in the world would have such a vulgar name?

It’s her game ID.

But… KimPokDaughter is in my apartment? And she’s a *woman*?

Damn it.

*I thought it was a dream… Was it all real…?*

If last night’s dream was real, then the woman’s reaction makes sense.

I brought her here in the first place.

We met by chance yesterday, had dinner, drank, and um….

Right. When we were parting.

I suddenly grabbed her hand.

And I said this:

[“Don’t go. Stay at my place tonight.”]

Look at that cheesy line.

My pride must have been sky-high.

And to think I mistook it for a dream after saying it myself.

Even I think I’m an idiot.

But in my defense, there’s a good reason for this misunderstanding.

Think about it.

I meet my comrade of eight years from the game by chance, and she turns out to be a twenty-year-old girl.

And not just any girl, but a ridiculously beautiful one… and now I see she has an amazing figure too.

This isn’t right.

Usually, it’s a pot-bellied middle-aged man in his late thirties, isn’t it?

The twist was too much to simply accept.

“Ah, that’s the look of recognition!  Right? You remember now?”

KimPokDaughter, no, Da-Hye happily took my towel and started drying her hair.

*My* hair.

Why is she acting so comfortable around me?

*Wait… Come to think of it, yesterday… something similar happened…*

Damn, my memory is hazy.

“All done.  I’ll get you some water. Finish brushing your teeth and come out.”

Oh right, I was brushing my teeth…

Damn, I swallowed the toothpaste in surprise.

Sigh… What is going on?

My memories are jumbled. My head is pounding.

So… let’s see.

Wait a minute, let me focus and organize my memories.

First, how did I end up meeting her?

That’s a good place to start.

And what I’m most curious about right now is why I brought her to my apartment.

Just two days ago, I swore I wouldn’t even look at a woman.

What was I thinking, bringing a woman home just a day later?

I need to figure that out.

Let’s go back two days.

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