性瘾者

“Are you shooting a music video or what?”

Neoma’s musing was interrupted when Park Garam, her friend and classmate, teased her while she was looking outside the window of their classroom.

Just like the main character that she was, she sat in the back row– next to the window.

It was already their break time, but she was still in the classroom instead of the snack bar because she was waiting for Garam who helped their teacher earlier.

“Are you done being a good class president?” Neoma teased Garam, turning to her friend who looked like the idol trainee that she was. “You made me wait for you, so you better treat me to the snack bar.”

Park Garam– dyed red hair tied in a messy bun, light brown contact lenses that made her eyes look pretty.

[She’s an idol trainee who’s been my friend since middle school.]

Garam laughed, then she mocked bow to her. “As Your Royal Highness wishes.”

.....

Pfft.

In this school, Neoma was treated like the princess that she was.

It was definitely because of her outstanding visuals.

When she returned to Earth, her white hair had turned black while her ash-gray eyes had turned dark gray. It was the same for Mama Boss, Papa Boss, and the others.

But despite those changes, they still didn’t look like pure Koreans. Because of their looks, they pretended to be half-Caucasians when they made their fake identities. They would still experience discrimination from time to time.

Not like they let it bother them, though.

[Compared to what my family has gone through for many years, being discriminated against because of our ridiculously pretty faces is the least of our concerns.]

“Let’s go,” Neoma said, then she stood up and linked her arm with Garam’s. “I’m hungry. If the snack bar runs out of my favorite sausage rolls and banana milk, it’s your fault. You have to treat me to tteokbokki later if that happens.”

“You know you shouldn’t worry about that, right?” Garam teased her again, laughing. “Even if you don’t get in line in the snack bar, you will still get your favorite snacks. Why do you think people call you ‘princess?\'”

“Well, there are also people who call me ‘princess’ sarcastically.”

“They’re just jealous of you,” her friend said. “And it’s not just because of your beauty.”

Haaah.

She let out a long sigh because she knew exactly what Garam meant by that.

“Neoma, you’re late today.”

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the entire hall fell silent when Hwang Dae-hyun approached her.

[The most handsome boy in Dal High School.]

Just like in Neoma’s case, talent scouts would often fight over Hwang Dae-hyun. But, as far as she knew, he hadn’t signed up with any agency yet.

To be honest, the boy was an eye candy.

But she had an issue with him.

[If Rubin Drayton was born Korean, he would definitely look like Hwang Dae-hyun.]

Yes, the kid was that handsome.

[If Hwang Dae-hyun is a webtoon character, flowers and sparks would appear on the background every time he has a scene.]

And that kind of kid fell in love with Neoma at first sight, naturally.

“Here,” Dae-hyun said, handing over a plastic bag to Neoma. “I got you your favorite snacks.”

“Oh, thanks,” Neoma said, then she immediately pulled out her wallet from the pocket of her skirt. “Let me pay–”

“Just treat me later,” Dae-hyun said, smiling charmingly at her even though he just cut her off. “Then I’ll call it quits.”

[Look at this kid–]

“I’m sorry, but Princess Neoma already made plans with me.”

Argh.

[There he comes.]

Neoma looked at the person who was the reason why the entire school had been calling her ‘princess.’ “Trevor.”

Trevor just grinned at her.

Since the demon boy had copied her age ever since they were kids, he grew up with her in that world as well.

A nineteen-year-old Trevor was beyond gorgeous.

Fortunately, their school was an art school that had been producing idols and celebrities for years now. Hence, the school allowed Trevor to cover his ears with piercings. And they also allowed him to grow his hair long enough to cover his ears, too.

[Gosh, Trevor is so unnecessarily tall and handsome.]

“I’m sorry, chingu,” Trevor said while patting Dae-hyun’s shoulder. “Better luck next time.”

Dae-hyun’s usual warm face turned cold because of Trevor’s teasing.

Aigoo, look at those kids fighting over Neoma.

Garam whispered to Neoma. “Are we shooting a teen drama or what?”

“It’s my fault,” Neoma said while shaking her head. “Me and my sinful face.”

***

“YOU SHOULD seriously reject that kid already, Princess Neoma.”

“I already rejected Hwang Dae-hyun the first time he confessed to me,” Neoma said while walking side-by-side with Trevor. “It’s not my fault that he doesn’t know how to accept a ‘no’ for an answer.”

Since it was already rush hour, the streets were crowded.

However, it was amusing to see people making way for Neoma and Trevor while looking at them with full admiration on their faces.

Neoma was tall for an average Korean woman, so she stood out.

And Trevor was over 190 centimeters.

She refused to reveal her height because she wasn’t that happy being tall. Anyway, their height difference wasn’t that big, so they looked good together.

[Just visually speaking, okay?]

It was actually hard for Neoma and Trevor to walk in peace because they were often approached by talent scouts. Thankfully, after years of getting scouted, they learned how to avoid those people swiftly.

[Ah, finally!]

After dodging people who wanted to either scout Neoma and Trevor or hit on them, they finally arrived at the Ramsay Flower Café.

The first floor was a flower shop run by Mama Boss.

While the second floor was a coffee shop with some books, and it was owned by Go Areum (who had retired from being a news anchor).

[My eomma.]

Ramsay Flower Café was closed for today because they had an important family meeting.

When Neoma and Trevor arrived on the second floor, their family was already waiting for them.

“You’re late!”

It was Tteokbokki.

[In his human form.]

Since Tteokbokki was also the same age as Neoma, Tteokbokki was also nineteen-years-old in Korean age now.

[And boy, my brother is hot.]

Tteokbokki was currently working as a barista in the coffee shop, and he was one of the reasons why Ramsay Flower Café was a trending spot in the area.

“Gosh, why are you being grumpy?” Neoma complained, then she crossed her arms over her chest. “Tteokbokki, it seems like your fame is making your head big for you to scold me. Do you want me to humble you again?”

“No. I’m sorry, thug princess,” Tteokbokki said meekly, avoiding her gaze. “And please call me ‘Tan.’ Kids here call me ‘Tan oppa’ or ‘Tan hyung’ now, you know?”

“I don’t care,” Neoma said, scoffing. “You’re still ‘Tteokbokki’ to me.”

[Fortunately, ‘Crimson’– the God of Wrath– hasn’t shown up ever since we came into this world. Thanks to that, Tteokbokki remains my Tteokbokki.]

“Unnie!”

It was Nabi…

… in the body that Neoma possessed before returning as Neoma de Moonasterio before.

Nabi was now physically in her mid-twenties. But her mental age was only eighteen years old since that was how long she had lived ever since Ruto brought her soul to the Cosmic Tree.

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[Thankfully, Nabi has adapted to her life as Kim Nabi now.]

After waking up in a coma, and after everything was settled, Nabi changed her legal name from ‘Kim Neoma’ to Kim Nabi.

[But she continued my previous job as a mukbanger.]

And now that Neoma was looking properly, Nabi and she didn’t resemble each other that much anymore.

She didn’t know what happened, but Nabi looked pure Korean now.

[Her fans didn’t notice the change, though.]

“Unnie, guess what?” Nabi asked excitedly. She still called Neoma ‘unnie’ even though she was physically older. But of course, she wouldn’t address her as ‘unnie’ in front of strangers. “Our channel just hit fifteen million subscribers!”

“That’s great!” Neoma said, genuinely happy for Nabi. “That calls for a celebration!”

“Let’s drink!” Trevor said. “We’re not Koreans anyway, so we can drink even if the law of this country considers Neoma and I as minors.”

“Are you trying to make my daughter a law-breaker, you rascal?”

Oh, it was Papa Boss.

And her father didn’t come alone.

Papa Boss was with Mama Boss, of course.

There was also her appa and eomma: Gavin Quinzel/Kim Won-shik and Go Areum.

And finally, Aunt Nichole and Uncle Dominic.

[Yes, Aunt Nichole and Uncle Dominic are here too. And they are posing as Trevor’s parents in this world.]

She still felt like she was dreaming.

“It’s surreal to see everyone together like this,” Neoma said, smiling at her big family. “It was as if we didn’t try to kill each other the first time we arrived in this world.”