Transmigration: The Narcissistic Cinderella - Chapter 102

“How dare you address him in such a way? The king is not someone you can call that casually! You need to be taught properly! Someone as uncultured as you shouldn’t be allowed at here! It is shameful for us!” Han Youngmi stated.

“If this is the nonsense you called me here for, then bye,” Jiwoo said before snapping her fingers and disappearing into the thin air.

Her sudden disappearance elicited surprised reactions from everyone inside the room, and a chuckle escaped Oh Sookyung’s mouth.

When it came to Moon Jiwoo, he had more or less expected this to happen. At least she did not rebuke or lash out on them. Instead of finding her actions to be rude, he took them to be quite cute— and quite foolish. Only she will have the courage to do this in front of all the important people.

However, the other’s reaction were not same as his. His parents had obviously became angered from her actions while Junghwa stared at the ground, trying to be as pitiful as possible— not that he had cared about either of that.

The only reason he was here because he was worried for Jiwoo, but it seemed that she handled herself well without his help.

“Get that girl out of the kingdom!” his mother exclaimed.

Curving the corner of his lips to form a smile, Sookyung turned back to face the woman and spoke out, “Even if you have given birth to me, it is quite rude to speak in that way. Since you are my mother, I am willing to look past it this time. But next time, I would not be this kind.”

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“You can’t barge into a woman’s room like that!” Moon Jiwoo exclaimed— her eyes widened at the sudden appearance of Oh Sookyung.

From there, Jiwoo teleported to her bedroom, knowing that it would only be bringing more trouble to her if she had gone back to that ball. After a minute or two she returned to her room, Sookyung appeared in the room as well— somewhat surprising her on how he knew where she was.

“Woman? Where? I don’t see one,” he spoke out, trying to look around while a teasing glint was present within his eyes.

“Do you want to get punched that badly, You Asshole? My temper isn’t at a good state at this moment, and I don’t know if I will be able to control myself!

I don’t get the audacity of that Junghwa to claim that I see you in that way. That’s absolutely gross! Is that how everyone around me sees things? I am getting chills thinking about it. You are just like a son to me, and getting someone to—”

Before Moon Jiwoo was able to continue further, Sookyung clenched his hand around her wrist and pulled her closer to him. As her ċhėst collided against his, he touched her chin and raised it up.

Staring down at her, he asked, “Do you really see me as a son?”

As he licked his lower lips, a glint had appeared in his eyes, and his devilishly attractive appearance reflected in her eyes. Under this lighting, he seemed to be ethereal and quite sensual.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Jiwoo questioned with a nonchalant face.

“With you looking at me like that, nevermind,” he spoke out, releasing his hold around her.

After that, Jiwoo took a couple of steps backward and lowered her line of sight to stare at the ground. She could could feel her cheeks heating up in that instant, and a strange sensation went through her body.

Although she seemed as if she was not affected when she had answered him, it was a different case; it was merely that she was too fascinated to react in that moment.

“It seems that you are really unaffected by what I do. This makes the entire situation even more troublesome. I will just have to— or maybe not.”

Oh Sookyung’s eyes fell on Jiwoo’s reddened ears, and a chuckle escaped from his mouth before a soft smile settled on it. His eyes stared at her with fondness before extending his hand towards her and rubbing the top of her head.

Caught completely off guard by his actions, she raised her head and voiced out, “Not my hair again! How many more times do you have to mess with it to be satisfied?”

“It’s not my fault that your hairs keeps telling me to mess it up, just like how you do it subconsciously the entire time without you realizing it,” Sookyung stated, brushing his tongue over his lower lip once again.

“What’s that supposed to mean? My hair asks you to mess it up? I do it too?” she questioned— confusion showing on her face.

Sookyung chuckled and said, “If you don’t get it, then forget it. I guess you are too innocent in those matters.”

“What innocent? Wait! Oh Sookyung, you are really gross! Please don’t tell me that you don’t have such thoughts towards me,” Jiwoo spoke out, taking a step back.

Her eyes widened due to horror while she stared him and scrutinized his current expression for an answer.

“What type of thoughts?” Sookyung questioned— feigning obliviousness.

“Bastard, you know what I am talking about? I know you can get horny and all that, but do keep me away from all of that. This is just gross!” Jiwoo said— her eyes showing how serious she was.

“I don’t think I can. You always brag about how beautiful of a woman you are. Do you think it is possible for me to ignore a beautiful woman?” he stated.

“Oh Sookyung, if you continue with this strange act of yours, I have no problem with beating you up! This is seriously creepy!” Jiwoo vocalised.

Letting out a sigh, Sookyung raised his hand and ran it through his hair before backing away from her in order to give her some space— knowing that it would not be beneficial to him if he became too aggressive with her. He needed to use a softer approach with her.

After that, he let out a chuckle and voiced out, “You are being too serious! I am just pulling your leg! You don’t need to look that troubled. Don’t worry. I don’t see you in that way even if you are beautiful.”

Relief spread through Jiwoo as her lips curved to form a small smile, and she said, “Then, I am glad.”

That smile on her face caught him by surprise, and Sookyung could feel his heart skip a beat at that. Although Jiwoo was always attractive when she smiled, this time it was different; very rarely he had seen her flash him such a smile.

It was as he had previously thought. He wanted to keep her— especially that smile of hers— to himself.

“This sounds sort of pathetic coming from me, but I really don’t like this kind of things. In my last life, you see that I was quite traumatized by it, and that’s why, such an approach makes me uncomfortable,” Jiwoo spoke out, fidgeting with her fingers.

Although not many liked Jiwoo in her last life, many men approached her with dirty intentions all the time— mostly due to her looks— and ever since then she found herself being disturbed by the ones who looked at her in that way.

“Silly Daerin, why would I think of you in such a way? It’s really pleasant to see how you have been opening up to me recently; this makes me happy,” Sookyung said, pulling the woman into a hug.

Wrapping his hands around her, he added, “If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable, just beat me up, alright? You are precious to me, and I don’t want to hurt you!”

Pulling back from the hug, she stared at him with a wide smile and spoke out, “Alright! You said it! But you can’t complain later on! I won’t hesitate to beat you up next time.”

Oh Sookyung clicked his tongue.

“Ah! There is one more thing I need to say to you. Regardless of whom you get as your mistress— a vampire, a fat lady, an ugly lady, or even a cat— I don’t care. Just don’t take that Junghwa as your Mistress.

I swear the sight of her makes my blood boil! Who does she thinks that she tells me to stay away from you? Next time onwards, I will stick to you like glue in front of her,” Jiwoo stated, clenching her hand into a tight fist.

“That’s alright since I was not planning to get a mistress in the first place, but a cat? Seriously? What type of person am I in your mind? I always wonder about that.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Jiwoo spoke out, “Well, people have strange hobbies.”