Chapter 11

EP.11 The Hungry Saint and the Closed Convenience Store

It was evening.

Evening, or rather, a bit too late to call it evening.

Night.

It was night.

Leaning against the window, gazing outside, I suddenly moved my body.

I layered on a few black tops and, with some effort, found and put on a pair of jeans.

The waist was loose and empty, but from the hips down to the thighs, they were so tight that the fabric seemed about to burst, leaving me no choice but to sigh.

Really, such a body.

But there was no other option.

The only clothes I had, as someone who didn't care much about going out, were these jeans and a pair of training pants that had been worn for years and were now threadbare.

There was also the nun's habit that the "saint" wore, but that was obviously an exception.

As I bent down to look for shoes, I couldn't see my feet for a moment.

The reason was simple.

My chest, as large as it was, greedily monopolized my line of sight.

Sighing again, I don't know how many times, I found and put on a pair of slippers.

Even the tips of my feet peeking out from the worn slippers were as beautiful as a sculpture.

I opened the door and stepped out.

The moonlight filtered through the thinning clouds, illuminating the world.

I glanced at the mirror inside the still-open door.

The cracked glass in the middle reflected the light, and my lustrous golden hair, which cascaded in waves down past my waist, shimmered with the color of the moonlight.

My face and eyes, suddenly stiff like a doll's or a machine with its plug pulled, met my gaze.

I curled my lips.

The saint smiled.

Her face broke into a smile.

Yes.

Beautiful.

I do look good when I smile.

***

I was walking in the park.

It wasn't that I suddenly felt like taking a walk; it was because the nearest convenience store to my house was right in the middle of the park.

My stomach growled again.

The last thing I ate was... the crust of a pineapple pizza.

I don't like pizza, but I hate the crust so much that it makes me shudder.

Ugh. Why did I eat that?

But I had no other choice.

My stomach was so empty that I had to eat the crust of the bread that had gone completely hard after being left out for a few days.

Of course, it didn't fill me up.

I couldn't even last half a day, and I ended up crawling out of the house, clutching my empty stomach, with the 2,000 won I had left after buying a microphone.

I planned to buy two triangle rice rolls and head back.

I could eat one today and one tomorrow, which would get me through two days.

Starting from the day after tomorrow...

I don't know. Maybe the me of the day after tomorrow will figure something out.

My long legs naturally gave me a wide stride, and I quickly arrived at the convenience store.

What I saw was a sign hanging inside the door.

[Business Hours Change Notice

Open 10:00~ Close 22:00

We apologize for any inconvenience.]

"..."

I took out my phone to check the time.

10:30 PM.

Damn it.

Isn't it common sense that convenience stores should be open 24 hours?

It seems the owner is a clueless idiot.

There were no other convenience stores nearby.

This place is really a backwater.

I'd have to walk a few kilometers to find another one.

Moreover, at 10:30 PM, supermarkets and grocery stores would have closed hours ago, and even the corner stores would be shutting down.

What rotten luck.

"Ha..."

Staying here was pointless.

I turned around and headed back home.

There were other ways to ease my hunger besides eating.

Sleeping, for instance.

I hadn't slept much, but counting sheep might help me fall asleep.

Feeling quite dejected, I trudged along.

Suddenly, I felt an itchy sensation all over my body, as if something was pricking me.

"..."

I could feel eyes on me.

Persistent, overt gazes lingering on my chest and hips.

And the voices my sensitive ears picked up.

"Wow..."

"Hey, what's with those breasts?"

"So big..."

They were whispering to each other, saying things like that.

The voices, filled with heat, were directed at the same place as the gazes.

In other words, at me.

A group of people sitting on a bench in the park was staring at me intently.

Someone once said that humans are creatures of adaptation.

No matter how strange something is, if it happens repeatedly, you get used to it and eventually become indifferent.

At this point, a week and a few days after my body changed, I deeply resonated with that statement.

Of course.

With all the attention I get every time I go out, how could I not get used to it?

By the way, I noticed three guys sitting on the bench, spreading out a picnic blanket and setting up a drinking table.

A drinking table.

I didn't think it was something high school students in school uniforms should be doing.

Yes, the group that was staring at me consisted of three high school boys.

Kids these days are really out of control.

In my time...

Hmm.

In my time, it was the same. Yes.

They are excellent talents, the future of South Korea.

A good idea came to me, and I changed my direction from home to them.

The students, who had been whispering among themselves, became restless as I approached.

There's no need to be so scared.

Just looking at my chest won't wear it out.

I climbed up to the bench in an instant.

Wow, they've really laid out a feast fit for a king.

It was all frozen foods, probably bought before the convenience store closed, but the variety almost filled the picnic blanket.

I felt like a typical high school student.

In my time, it was the same.

It's not that they liked alcohol; it's that at that age, they felt superior by drinking.

Crazy. They have ten bottles of soju.

They must have bought them out of bravado, hearing from the internet that two or three bottles are the norm, even though they don't know their own limits.

The boys didn't say anything to me, even as I approached.

They should have felt resistance to my sudden intrusion, but they were too busy glancing at my body, even while pretending to look elsewhere.

It's a time of high libido.

But I wish they would look at my face.

I could empathize with Olivia Hussey, who decided to marry a man who could guess the color of her eyes, as all the men who courted her were too busy staring at her chest.

I, as an adult, should take the lead in the conversation.

"Is it fun to hang out with just guys?"

The voice that came out was so gentle that even I was a bit surprised.

Hmm.

Has it been too long since I last talked to a real person?

Well, it has been about a month since I last exchanged a few words with the owner of a stationery store.

I must have been so immersed in playing the saint in games and broadcasts that I used honorifics even with these young kids.

There's no way to take it back...

I'll just keep going. What else can I do?

"Do you want to play with me?"

The situation was so absurd that my lips curled into a smile.

I covered my mouth and chuckled, and only then did they take their eyes off my body and look at my face. It was amusing to watch their faces turn red and nod frantically.

I sat at one corner of the picnic blanket and looked at them.

Their eyes darted around like an earthquake had hit.

I approached each of them one by one—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Ouch!"

"Ah!"

"Yikes!"

I hit their foreheads.

Hmm, I'm still not used to the movement of my fingers.

I wanted to hit them hard enough to leave a mark, but they looked more shocked than in pain, staring up at me with wide eyes.

"Students shouldn't drink. So, I'm confiscating this."

I reached for the white convenience store bag in the corner and put the soju in it.

It's not right for young sprouts to be soaked in alcohol.

Since I can't throw away the already bought alcohol, I'll have to take it and dispose of it.

While I'm at it, I'll take some snacks too... hmm.

So, this is for the sake of guidance, not at all to take advantage of young kids.

The large white bag quickly bulged with ten bottles of soju and a few snacks.

The students couldn't say a word, just staring at me without any intention of stopping me or voicing their complaints.

Would they have reacted the same way if a plain-looking woman had passed by?

I doubt it.

This incident, though not a real mishap, made me realize how important appearance is in life.

"Hey—! You guys—!"

Hmph, I heard a voice as I was about to head home, making a snorting sound.

Not as high-pitched as the "saint," but a rather high voice echoed from the park side of the convenience store.

Turning my head, I saw a girl running towards the bench, kicking up dust.

She was sweating profusely, having run from quite a distance.

The boys made high-pitched sounds when they saw the girl.

Their faces hardened, indicating that the situation was not pleasant.

The girl, who quickly reached the bottom of the bench stairs, was wearing a girl's school uniform that