Revenge with the Power of the Final Boss-Chapter 58: Han Se-hee’s Desired Birthday Gift (2)

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.

With her gift in hand—a bracelet-shaped artifact—Ha-yeon waited as Seo-jun and Se-hee descended the stairs.

Han Se-hee was dressed in a simple white dress, while Seo-jun wore comfortable black shorts and a shirt. The two held hands, making it clear that they were now a couple.

Watching them, Ha-yeon couldn’t help but recall the first time she had met Baek Seo-jun.

Four years ago, when she had been kidnapped by Gye Un-jik and had fallen into despair, believing it was the end...

Seo-jun had appeared like a miracle, saving both her and Han Se-hee.

Back then, she and Se-hee had been mere girls, and Seo-jun himself had not yet been an adult. But now, at 23, he was no longer a boy—he exuded the presence of a young man.

"Se-hee, congratulations. And happy birthday," Ha-yeon said as she approached.

"Thank you, Ha-yeon," Se-hee replied with a bright smile.

Perhaps because she had spent the night with Seo-jun and officially become his woman, Se-hee’s happiness seemed to radiate from her face, almost as if she were glowing.

It wasn’t just a fleeting dream for her—it had become reality.

"This is for you."

Ha-yeon handed Se-hee the artifact she had prepared.

As she explained its features—how it could store videos, play them back at will, and even recreate memories through augmented reality—Se-hee’s expression filled with amazement.

"You prepared this for me?"

"Yes. Do you like it?"

"Thank you, Ha-yeon..."

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Seeing Se-hee so pleased with the gift, Ha-yeon felt relieved. Though the gift was extravagant, she was content knowing that it had made Se-hee happy.

As Ha-yeon watched, Seo-jun spoke to her.

"Ha-yeon."

"Yes, Seo-jun-nim?"

She was slightly puzzled by him addressing her so suddenly. She still had a month left until she became an adult and hadn’t expected an answer to her confession until then.

"Do you want to hear my answer to your confession now?"

"Now?"

Caught off guard, Ha-yeon stared at him in surprise, her gaze shifting briefly to Se-hee, who was smiling softly beside him.

"When I asked Se-hee what she wanted for her birthday, she said her wish was for me to give you an answer to your confession. She didn’t want you to suffer like she did while waiting."

"Se-hee..."

Tears welled in Ha-yeon’s eyes as she looked at Se-hee, who gave her a gentle smile.

"Hehe..."

Just as Ha-yeon had cared deeply for Se-hee, Se-hee cared just as much for her.

Realizing this, Ha-yeon listened as Seo-jun continued.

"I owe you both an apology. Deciding to wait until you became adults to give you an answer... it might mean I didn’t trust in the strength of your feelings."

Both Ha-yeon and Se-hee immediately shook their heads.

"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.