Living in a Room Becomes Easier When You’re Handsome - Chapter 96

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What Happened at the Social Party (2)

“The first part is honestly worth listening to, there’s jazz performance too… the food comes in courses, and we eat together… so, um, it’s kind of like Love Code.”

“So it feels like a date.”

“Y-yes! But it’s… more like Love Code than that!”

“Ah, whatever.”

Ttaranta continued explaining the party to Mungi even while heading to the party venue.

Though they were going to leave quickly anyway.

‘Still…’

It was consideration so that Mungi would feel as little discomfort as possible in the unfamiliar environment.

At the same time, Ttaranta tightened the gap in their linked arms for the escort.

Squeeeze.

Not too much, but not so little that it would look awkward.

Of course, that action itself involved rubbing bodies while their arms were linked.

‘Hmm… is this distance good? I mean, if we’re going by setting, I want to give off the feeling of dating for about 11 months.’

Ttaranta didn’t have the luxury to worry about that far.

‘This is driving me crazy, why is she fidgeting so much, is she planning to kill me socially?’

Mungi, who was experiencing a vivid couple’s arm-linking, maintained his expression as much as possible while entering the hotel.

As soon as they entered, guides naturally followed them.

“We’ll escort you this way.”

They boarded what was called a VIP Exclusive Elevator, which he was riding for the first time in his life.

What surprised Mungi the most here was Ttaranta’s attitude.

‘She really must live well.’

Unlike himself, who was startled by the service he was experiencing for the first time.

Ttaranta was still fidgeting, adjusting the gap between their linked arms.

From Mungi’s perspective, it was maddening in many ways.

Of course, then.

Ding.

As soon as they arrived at the floor where the social party was being held.

“Here… we have to call each other by our real names, so, um… shall we go… Jeongmun?”

Ttaranta quickly came to her senses and called Mungi by his real name.

Calling Mungi by his real name, Ttaranta’s ears turned bright red over something so simple.

When she called him Mungi, she could call him really comfortably.

How should she explain this properly?

‘…So it’s like calling someone by their first name without the surname in Japanese Love Code? When you try to call them there and fail and stuff.’

Understanding that feeling, Ttaranta stared intently at Mungi’s mouth.

It was because of the feeling that her name would come out from there now.

And soon after, just as Ttaranta expected.

“Yeah, let’s go Da-on.”

Mungi mentioned Ttaranta’s real name, Yoon Da-on.

At that moment.

“Hic!”

Ttaranta briefly activated a 0.2-second Hiccup Development.

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Until entering the party venue, Yoon Da-on and Yoo Jeong-moon.

In other words, Ttaranta and Mungi’s mood was honestly in a good state.

The very sentence of young men and women getting together to enjoy a party was quite something that made people happy.

The party atmosphere was actually very luxurious, so Mungi was internally excited.

‘Are you crazy? Wow… what’s this food.’

Starting from the people performing jazz in the center of the hall.

The lavishly decorated tables and people working hard at serving.

And even the chandelier hanging splendidly from the ceiling.

‘Wow.’

It was truly the epitome of a glamorous aristocratic party that you’d only see in comics or novels.

Mungi, who was guided to his seat, had his eyes spinning from the Michelin Course Cuisine that came out as soon as he sat down.

But happiness never lasts long.

The very moment Mungi exchanged glances with Ttaranta and was about to put food in his mouth.

“Whoooooa, look who it is! Yoon Da-on! You actually came here, what’s the occasion? Did you finally feel like hanging out with us?”

Suddenly, a man popped out from behind Mungi as if he’d been waiting and started talking.

Seeing this, Mungi felt like the man was like a trainer from some game who’s always on standby.

Regardless, the man continued speaking.

Tap.

And he did so while blatantly placing his hand on the shoulder of the seated Mungi and leaning on him.

“Hm? Yoon Da-on, let me hear your voice after so long. It’s really hard to contact you, seriously.”

“Of course it is, I blocked every single contact from you, did you forget because you’re stupid?”

Yoon Da-on, no.

Ttaranta looked at the man in front of her with cold eyes.

There’s a saying that when you think of ships, you think of Moyang, and when you think of Moyang, you think of ships.

Moyang Group, one of South Korea’s shipping pillars.

The youngest grandson of that place, Mo Hee-seok.

A stupid and foolish guy who almost couldn’t even graduate middle school.

But because his family was well-off, he took the elite study abroad course and entered a prestigious university.

He was truly a case where his entire life was solved with just one silver spoon.

“I thought I rejected you enough, but can’t you understand what I’m saying? Don’t be rude to my partner and just get lost.”

A voice so cold it could form thin ice spread out quietly.

People’s gazes naturally gathered toward where Ttaranta and Mungi were.

But Mo Hee-seok didn’t care about such things.

Instead, he continued speaking while putting more weight on the hand he’d placed on Mungi’s shoulder.

Creak.

“I was really curious so I did some investigating, you know? Since you were coming to the party, I was so curious about who your partner was…? Hey, but you brought your advertising model?”

A party scene where gentle jazz music spreads throughout.

Right now, when the servers don’t even glance toward Mungi’s side as they carry food.

Little by little, Mo Hee-seok began to draw the attention of those around him.

“The advertising model, I wondered who it was… Ha, some dating pro? Coming out… Internet broadcaster, hey no matter what, isn’t having such a lowly entertainer here too much of a drop in class?”

Generally, people who see Mungi are all frightened and shrink back.

However, Mo Hee-seok, who grew up as a chaebol family’s spoiled brat, was not a typical case.

Just the bodyguards near him alone numbered more than three.

All of them were people with distinguished careers.

No matter how close fists might be, power rises endlessly high, unreachable even by force.

Mo Hee-seok blatantly insulted Mungi while continuing to talk to Ttaranta.

“Give me an answer, huh?”

“I said I have nothing to say. And you seem to be in heat, so why don’t you stupidly show off with money to some random woman like you always do? Otherwise you can’t even date, right?”

Pfft.

At Ttaranta’s response, quiet laughter spreads from the surroundings.

But unlike such passive mockery, there was someone who laughed openly.

“Kek, hah… Tta, no… Daon, you really do have some sense of humor. Mm, chomp chomp.”

It was Mungi.

Originally he was going to just keep his mouth shut.

But this guy was acting more arrogant than expected, so he judged that 1:1 wouldn’t work.

He immediately added mockery and even put on a performance of leisurely eating food.

“…This crazy entertainer bastard.”

“What’s the reason you keep being rude to my partner? Do you really like me or something?”

“…”

“I don’t like you either, and I also hate kids who got plastic surgery disgustingly like you. Should I say it’s kind of revolting… You probably don’t even know how to apologize because of your pride, so how about just leaving now?”

And then came Ttaranta’s finishing blow.

Mo Hee-seok’s face instantly turned red.

Accordingly, the giggling sounds from around them gradually grew louder.

Since he was doing elementary school-level bullying of a girl he likes at his age.

It was naturally a situation that brought laughter.

Mo Hee-seok tried to break through such a situation.

Whoosh!

After knocking away the fork Mungi was holding in his hand, he suddenly started punching in the air right in front of Mungi’s face.

A clear threat – through this, Mo Hee-seok expected to see Mungi get scared, but.

“I’m really fine, so you know you don’t need to feel sorry at all, right? But my fork fell, so how should I ask for another one?”

“…Just raise your hand. Mo Hee-seok, and you should get lost now.”

Mungi still wasn’t giving Mo Hee-seok any attention and was only focused on Ttaranta.

“Grr!”

From Mo Hee-seok’s perspective, it was a situation where he couldn’t help but get as angry as possible.

“No way, some broke bastard with no money comes to a party and… this bastard ignores me? I’m done investigating you, you damn beggar living in a studio apartment.”

“Excuse me, but my fork fell. Could I possibly get another fork?”

“If you’re new to a place like this, you should know to make way, living day to day while pretending to be a clown… you poor bastard.”

“Michelin cooking is definitely different… the taste is different, the dimension is different… it’s so moving.”

Since he couldn’t mess with Ttaranta, he kept picking fights with the performer next to her.

But this guy was also ignoring him, so his anger rose to an unbearable level.

‘I’m tall too, and my body’s not that bad either, so why with a guy like this.’

He wanted to somehow keep drawing out Yoon Da-on’s reaction.

But now he was gradually being ignored, and the attention around him was looking negative.

‘Why, why? No, isn’t bringing a performer to this kind of party the problem? Why isn’t anyone saying they’ll kick him out.’

Mo Hee-seok’s face turned bright red.

And then finally.

“Ha! You’re scared right now, aren’t you? Huh? Worried that being with a performer will spread more rumors? But I’m going to spread all the rumors anyway!”

He suddenly pulled out his phone and activated the camera.

Lightly breaking the rule that photos weren’t allowed.

After removing the crude sticker attached to the lens, he tried to take a picture of Ttaranta.

Thunk.

That attempt was stopped by a hand like a large hammer.

“Cut it out, I’ve told you to leave several times, why are you doing this.”

The owner of the hand, Mungi, finally looked at Mo Hee-seok.

Mo Hee-seok, regardless.

“You crazy performer bastard, how did you seduce her, huh? How did you do it! Sh-shit…! With your bo-body? How!”

He continued with abusive language.

No, more precisely, he tried to continue.

“Honestly, I could just let the clown comment slide, and well… I could tolerate all the money bragging too.”

Until Mungi started to get up.

“I laugh it off appropriately, so do you think you’re really something? No matter what, how can you insult my partner too.”

The hand holding the lens crushed the phone too easily.

“I told you not to take photos, this place doesn’t allow it.”

Mo Hee-seok, who was around 180cm tall, had to look up as Mungi gradually stood up.

“You kept throwing punches at the air toward my face earlier, are you that confident? Do you really want to try it with me?”

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Honestly, I could tolerate him insulting me as much as he wanted.

I wasn’t the type to hold onto such things, and I really just thought a dog was barking.

But pointing at me while insulting Ttaranta was extremely annoying.

Yeah, honestly it was just annoying to that degree.

‘Since Ttaranta will handle this problem herself, there’s no need for me to get involved.’

Because I knew that if I, who came here as a real party partner, stepped in, things would get very complicated.

I endured to the limit, and was just going to wait until that guy got tired and gave up on his own.

But.

“…”

The sight of Ttaranta clenching her fists tightly and hanging her head low made my body rise up involuntarily.

That was one of the most unpleasant scenes to witness.

She could have kept responding, but the more we talked, the more I kept getting cursed at.

Ttaranta’s face, just trying to endure the same humiliation.

Her eyes filled with guilt and shame directed at me.

Looking at my manager who couldn’t even lift her head because of her guilt.

“Let’s do this, I’m really serious? I’m confident.”

I was truly and sincerely angry.

Because Ttaranta wasn’t someone who deserved to be treated like this.

“What, what?”

“Throwing punches in the air… looks like you’re acting tough because you learned some martial arts, do you really want to get beaten to death by this entertainer?”

Obviously, using violence in modern times is a very bad thing, unless it’s in competitions or matches.

What’s so good about trying to solve situations with violence in the 21st century?

But sometimes there are situations that can only be resolved through violence.

“You should know your limits if you want me to go easy on you.”

Continuing to speak, I closed the distance with Mo Hee-seok.

“What can an entertainer bastard do, are you crazy! I’m the youngest grandson of Moyang Group!”

Mo Hee-seok, at least pretending to be a man, threw a punch.

He really must have learned somewhere, because though clumsy, it was a punch with proper form that landed straight on my face.

Smack!

“Kyaa!”

“Holy shit, crazy!”

“Hey, Mo Hee-seok! You crazy bastard!”

Everyone around reacted as if they were witnesses, each spitting out their reactions while clearly witnessing the violence with their own eyes.

‘Well, this should be enough.’

Still, since I came to a party, throwing the first punch would have been unreasonable.

‘You really won’t do.’

As soon as I got hit, I immediately moved my body as well.

Throwing punches at this close range was amateur.

In close quarter combat, there was a more threatening weapon than fists.

“Gack!”

It was the elbow.

Twisting my waist slightly, my elbow immediately drove into his ribs.

Crack.

I felt the sensation of ribs cracking precisely through my elbow.

The exact same impact feeling as when I accidentally broke the Gym Director’s ribs.

He probably won’t be able to avoid his shoulders or laugh loudly for a while.

‘Good enough.’

Honestly, this was more than enough justification to leave.

How could I calmly continue enjoying myself after throwing punches at the party venue?

“Kku, kkuheaek…”

Especially with that guy lying face down on the floor, drooling everywhere.

Thinking the party was over, I was about to take Ttaranta and leave.

“Don’t let that bastard leave! Crazy son of a… higahak…!”

Mo Hee-seok’s bodyguards blocked my path.

This was genuinely surprising about Mo Hee-seok.

I hadn’t hit him with full force, but I’d struck him hard enough to crack a rib.

Yet even after taking that hit, he was maintaining his pride while tears, snot, and drool streamed down his face.

His persistence was no ordinary thing.

“Beat him up and catch him! No, just beat him up!”

And then came Mo Hee-seok’s attack signal.

Like marines moving steadily at the command center’s orders.

The sight of the bodyguards reminded me of Teulta, which was quite amusing.

“You’re not getting out of here nicely today.”

“The party seems to be over, but you’re really gonna die today.”

The bodyguards swung their fists with sinister grins.

As expected, birds of a feather flock together – with their employer being such trash, the bodyguards seemed to have no qualms about violence either.

They must have done this kind of thing many times before.

‘Please tell me you guys are on empty stomachs.’

I hoped and prayed that the bodyguards hadn’t eaten anything.

I crouched down and dove into the bodyguard’s embrace, then.

Thud!

Thud!

Since they were standing so nicely side by side, I drove my fists into their abdomens one after another.

The key point here was not to pull my fist back immediately after hitting, but to keep it buried in place.

So the impact would be properly transmitted and my full body weight could be applied.

I had held back with Mo Hee-seok since he was skinny for his size.

But the bodyguards had thick builds, so there seemed to be no need for such restraint.

Full force for the first time in a while.

“Urp!”

As soon as I drove my fists into their abdomens, signals immediately came from the bodyguards’ mouths.

“Damn, they ate way too much.”

I quickly pulled my body back and avoided a real disaster.

“Normal bodyguards don’t act like thugs like this – what kind of life have you been living?”

I was amazed at how he used his bodyguards like gangsters, but decided not to worry about it anymore.

This was enough.

‘Come to think of it, the party would have been pretty decent if not for this guy.’

Intellectuals casually playing, eating and drinking together, and one uninvited guest ruins the entire party.

Thinking I should get proper compensation for this, I walked back toward that bastard.

“Hey.”

“Hek, kuk… hek, heh?”

“What are you going to do about this atmosphere… can you take responsibility?”

I wanted to beat him more, but I knew better than anyone that hitting him more would be excessive force.

I was going to continue pressuring him.

“What, what do you mean do… how dare you hit me, bastard… do, do you think you can just get away with this? When my dad is right on the upper floor?!”

Suddenly Mo Hee-seok shot up from his spot.

He must be in pain from getting hit properly, but did his pride make him stand up?

That thought was brief.

‘What are you going to do?’

‘The response is already finished.’

I briefly exchanged glances with Ttaranta.

Hearing that the manager had handled everything, I leisurely watched what Mo Hee-seok would do.

But actually, Mo Hee-seok wasn’t really doing anything.

All he did was call for his dad.

Ding.

With that sound, a man came down through the VIP elevator.

With an appearance that clearly showed he was Mo Hee-seok’s father.

“Dad! Dad! This bastard hit me! Him!”

As soon as he appeared, Mo Hee-seok’s Father heard his son’s tattling and looked around.

“So that’s what happened.”

He nodded with an expression that said he understood the entire situation.

“Indeed, it’s most effective when I beat my own child, thank you for showing mercy.”

With an expression that could come from a martial arts novel, he bowed toward me.

“I’ll take full responsibility for today’s party incident.”

Along with saying he’d take all responsibility.

“Including dealing with my son.”

“Ah, Dad…?”

“I can’t see you as my son for a while.”

Smack! Thud! Thump!

“Dad! I, huk! Kuk! My, my ribs, my ribs!”

“Quiet, you should keep your mouth shut when getting hit, control your breathing.”

The father’s proper education of his son began.

‘Ttaranta, just how thorough was your cleanup?’

Honestly, I was shocked.

I thought you’d take some measures, but I didn’t expect you to resolve it this refreshingly.

The Summoning Technique of Father Beating His Scoundrel Son—I was so curious about how he had done it.

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