Epilogue

Tae Minhyuk sat alone by the window on the subway, letting out a deep sigh. It had already been a year since he got involved with Seo Eunha.

‘Now that I ride in the car my brother drives, I don’t even get to see Noona anymore.’

He knew he shouldn’t hold onto regrets, but in many ways, Seo Eunha had been his ideal type.

He admitted that his curiosity came first in that strange situation, but objectively, Seo Eunha fit Tae Minhyuk’s type: petite frame, cute face, and unexpectedly large chest.

Plus, her honest way of showing when she disliked something was refreshing and appealing.

‘I’ll probably never meet another woman like her.’

Afterward, according to Yeo Dohun, the strange things that happened to Seo Eunha disappeared like a mirage once she started dating Yeo Dohun.

Seeing the slight regret in Yeo Dohun’s expression, Tae Minhyuk realized that was the truth—and he felt the same regret.

If only he’d had that ability himself, it would’ve been better.

‘That girl’s cute. Ah, but her chest is small, so she’s out. But somehow, she looks a bit like Eunha-noona?’

With a bored face, Tae Minhyuk glanced at the woman reflected in the window, sitting in the back seat. Unlike Seo Eunha’s long straight hair, she had a cute impression with short, curly hair.

Her eyes were sharp like a cat, different from Seo Eunha’s round eyes, and her cuteness was a bit closer to Tae Minhyuk’s taste. Of course, her small chest meant she didn’t meet his ideal type.

Still, he wondered if he should at least talk to her. At that moment, Tae Minhyuk felt a sensation that was both familiar and strange.

‘Huh?’

It was the same uncanny feeling he’d had when Seo Eunha’s imagination became reality.

Surprised, he blinked slowly and glanced around. Just as he suspected, everyone around him seemed frozen, not even breathing.

‘Could it be that ability appeared in me?’

But after that, even though he’d fantasized about er*tic things many times, it had never happened before.

Confused, he blinked again, and from behind, he heard someone humming. Tae Minhyuk quickly checked the woman reflected in the window—she was moving.

She didn’t seem surprised by the situation at all. She got up from her seat and approached the middle-aged man sitting next to her. The man, designated as her target, stiffened with a nervous face as the woman drew near.

“Mister.”

Contrary to her image, her voice was lower and sexier than expected. Just from her voice, Tae Minhyuk felt a rush below.

“It’s itchy right here….”

Unlike Seo Eunha, who hated and was flustered by contact with others, this woman was bold and unhesitant.

She boldly lifted her white dress. Underneath, with no underwear and apparently waxed, her clean, hairless s*x was exposed.

“Would you lick it for me?”

This was the first meeting between Seo Jinha and Tae Minhyuk.