Hunters Keep Coming To My House - Chapter 95

Chapter 95

“Ugh… Please, stop now.”

It was a desperate plea.

It was a sincere plea for them to stop giving more wraps.

I had a reason for pleading like this.

‘…I shouldn’t have taken Seung-hoo’s offer.’

After allowing Han Seung-hoo, it felt awkward to reject the others.

So, one by one, I accepted the wraps from Kang Yoon-soo and Jung Tae-il.

They were even larger than my mouth, but I stuffed them in and chewed laboriously. Finally finishing them, Seung-hoo, as if waiting, offered the wraps he had made.

“Phew, Seung-hoo. I can eat alone. You have this.”

“I worked hard to make it for you. Just have this one, please.”

“Ugh, fine. Just this one.”

“Great!”

…How could I refuse when he was so happy?

That’s how I ended up eating Seung-hoo’s even larger wraps than before. I had just escaped the hamster’s image, but now I became a stuffed person again.

However, Kang Yoon-soo, who had been closely watching, wasn’t smiling but chuckling.

“Miss Yeon-oh, you’re in trouble.”

“Huh? Why?”

“If Seung-hoo gives, it’s natural that I give, and, naturally, Tae-il gives.”

“……?”

When I looked at Kang Yoon-soo with a puzzled expression, he playfully picked up a lettuce leaf.

“It’s a common rule.”

Wait, which country’s rule is that…?

I was momentarily stunned, watching Kang Yoon-soo awkwardly, but then Jung Tae-il was diligently placing meat on a sesame leaf.

“……?”

“Eat mine too.”

Ah.

I momentarily forgot that the only one on my side was Arvani.

I wanted to argue back, but my mouth was full of food. I decided to finish this and argue later, so I quickly continued my eating exercise.

After finally finishing, I opened my eyes wide and retorted.

“I’m not a 10-year-old kid! Why are you making a fuss about what I put in my mouth?”

“Well, I want to take care of you since you eat well.”

“…That’s not a good enough reason, is it?”

Wanting to take care of me because I eat well has its limits!

I also want to eat with my own hands…!

I couldn’t understand why we had to settle things with food, but I argued vigorously. Then, Kang Yoon-soo brought up a strange example.

“Look, Ms. Yeon-oh, think about it. Imagine that Seung-hoo is eating the food you’re giving him very well. Wouldn’t that make you want to feed him more?”

“…If he eats well, I guess so.”

“It’s the same feeling with this.”

“…Why is it the same? I’m in the middle of saying I’ve had enough…”

“Hmm.”

As my argument didn’t seem to work, Kang Yoon-soo looked sadly at the wraps he had already made. Just like a child saying, ‘Don’t pay attention to me now,’ to their parents.

However pitiful it looked…

‘…They’ve been working hard on household chores today, so I guess I can make an exception.’

Since I wasn’t full yet…

I’m so kind, oh my…

“…Give me that too. Tae-il, you too.”

Kang Yoon-soo exclaimed with a short “Wow!” and Jung Tae-il immediately handed me a wrap.

“…But just this once. No more after this.”

That’s how I ended up eating two more fist-sized wraps.

For this reason, I was now shouting, ‘That’s enough!’ Although I said it firmly, they weren’t very good at listening to me, so I emphasized it again.

Upon that, everyone nodded, promising they wouldn’t ask anymore.

For a moment, it seemed like trouble was brewing, but the party continued happily. Suddenly, after taking a bite of the soybean paste stew, Kang Yoon-soo widened his eyes and the commotion resumed.

“…Oh. What’s this?”

“It’s soybean paste stew.”

“…It has additional effects just to call it soybean paste stew?”

“I have good cooking skills.”

“…Ms. Yeon-oh always surprises me.”

As if genuinely surprised, Kang Yoon-soo continued to eat the soybean paste stew endlessly. Seeing this, Han Seung-hoo and Jung Tae-il also took a bite.

“…Hmm, what was the effect that came with it this time?”

Was it a 10% increase in all stats for an hour?

Having mixed various ingredients, this time a percentage effect was attached.

‘…Well, it’s better than nothing.’

For someone like me with relatively low stats, the percentage effect wasn’t particularly impressive.

10% of 400 is 40.

That’s why the stat increase of 50, like the old lunchbox, was more noticeable.

However, for S-level individuals, the percentage effect would be more significant.

‘…I heard S-levels have stats over 1000.’

So, eating soybean paste stew once would increase their stats by 100.

Naturally, Kang Yoon-soo could only react like that.

Feeling triumphant for no reason, I raised the corners of my mouth and gave a thumbs-up.

“It’s delicious, right? I make a mean soybean paste stew. Oh, and don’t ask questions. It’s a secret.”

To prevent my background from being exposed, I decided to cut them off before they could ask any questions. Perhaps still surprised, they didn’t bring up the topic of the soybean paste stew even as they fried and ate the fried rice.

And so, the pork belly party, with various small happenings, came to an end.

* * *

Incidents often occur when things are most peaceful. 

Since the Gate incident, this saying has circulated among hunters. 

They warned to be cautious when letting one’s guard down in moments of tranquility, as it could be the most dangerous time. I, too, kept this sentence engraved in my mind and lived by it. After all, my dream was to live a long and peaceful life.

However, I momentarily forgot about it. 

Continuous significant events had occurred, and while relieving tension, I let my guard down in a lively atmosphere. Perhaps, I longed for the days when we could engage in carefree conversations without worrying about the future. So…

Crash!

“Aaah! Help!”

I never expected the Gate saturation phenomenon, a living hell, to unfold.

While it might not be entirely my fault…

“Hello. Shall we meet again?”

It was clear that I was somehow related to all of this.

* * *

The time was after we finished the party and completed the dishes. 

While discussing what dessert to have in the living room, an unexpected debate erupted among me and the S-level individuals.

“If we’re ordering ice cream, I’d go for mint chocolate.”

“…Sis, are you that kind of person? That tastes like toothpaste.”

“Toothpaste is mint-flavored. And the refreshing feeling you get when you eat mint chocolate… Ha, it’s the best, you know?”

“…You’re like a pervert.”

Why don’t they appreciate the true taste of mint chocolate? When your mouth feels sticky from the sweetness of chocolate, mint swooshes it away!

I looked at Han Seung-hoo with a look of disbelief, as if saying I can’t understand. He was giving me the same look.

“Well, isn’t it good to have mint chocolate occasionally? Even if you don’t actively seek it, it’s nice to have it when it’s there, Ms. Yeon-oh.”

“…Indeed, Mr. Yoon-soo. Our minds are in sync.”

“…Why do you eat that?”

“…People who don’t like mint chocolate can’t stay at my place. Please leave.”

With my firm statement, they were momentarily stunned. Of course, it was just a joke, but seeing this reaction, while I was contemplating whether to tease them more, a new topic popped up.

“As for mint chocolate, let it be. What about Hawaiian pizza, everyone?”

“…Hmm. That’s delicious, right Seung-hoo?”

“I don’t know if grilled pineapple tastes good. Why do you eat that?”

“…Respect personal preferences?”

“Brother, your taste is really weird.”

Han Seung-hoo now openly treated Kang Yoon-soo as a strange person. Perhaps feeling unfairly treated, Kang Yoon-soo sent me a look of salvation. But unfortunately…

“Well, I also dislike grilled pineapple. Sorry, Mr. Yoon-soo.”

“…Ugh.”

“…Grilled pineapple isn’t my thing either.”

“Oh, Tae-il…”

Kang Yoon-soo muttered quietly, feeling betrayed by everyone. Just as everyone was about to ask why they didn’t know this taste…

Ding!

My phone loudly rang. Since everyone who could call me was already here, I turned my eyes away and checked my phone. Then, I smirked.

On the screen was the name ‘Hunter Yoo Soo-hee.’ Although I had shared my number with Yoo Soo-hee before, this was the first time she had contacted me. This must be a call not for me but for Han Seung-hoo or Kang Yoon-soo.

“Mr. Yoon-soo, did you have any contact with Soo-hee?”

“Hmm? No. There wasn’t any contact with her.”

…Huh?

Then, why did she call?

With a sense of curiosity, I answered the call. Her urgent voice came through.

—Now! The Gate saturation phenomenon has occurred! Hurry, please return vice master…!

Thunk.

The call ended with those words.