I Lost My Memory and Had Too Many S-Class Girlfriends chapter 58

58 – Seoyoon Choi Fall in love: 1

(I finally fixed my computer ㅠㅠ)

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Choi Seo-yoon looks out of her window.

You can clearly see the faces of people walking around the city busily.

While watching her slowly, Seoyoon Choi quietly closes her eyes and falls into her thoughts.

People’s emotions, hearts and voices.

Never revealing to others, the raw heart of human beings is stale and filthy like filth in a gutter.

This is awful.

It’s like dirt.

That’s why Seoyoon Choi’s watch was always filled with the filth of the crowd. Her voice and her emotions mixed together, and she played with her five senses. It buzzes in my ears like a mosquito flapping its wings in summer. It sticks to my ear and doesn’t come off like gum.

When Seoyoon Choi says she is watching the voices and emotions of her people, there is only one emotion she can feel.

It was a physiological aversion.

‘…… I hate them all.’

For Choi Seo-yoon, who grew up watching the primitive desires and lusts of humans since childhood, her others were nothing more than objects of her hatred.

I couldn’t forget the swarthy sensuality of the men who were heading toward Choi Seo-yoon.

The feelings of men who are so disgusting and messy.

She saw, listened to, and felt such emotions and feelings endlessly.

Her unstoppable chatter, combined with her physiological aversion, gradually rotted away inside her.

Others were filth.

Dirty, filthy.

That’s why she didn’t want to get close.

She hated touching filth, and hated talking to filth.

Choi Seo-yoon naturally lived away from people.

What kept her sane until now was thanks to the few good people she met along the way who cared for her wholeheartedly and the rosary that stabilized her spirit.

If, very if…….

What if it wasn’t for Rosario and a few people who truly care for her?

The result is obvious.

Either she is buried in a gutter covered with filth and her mind is ruined, or she takes her own life.

She must have been one of the two.

To that extent, Choi Seo-yoon was driven to the edge of her precipice. To the extent that she would fall off a cliff with just one misstep.

Her For her, her world was only suffering.

She had no purpose in life.

She just follows the wind and lives like a sailboat on the flowing sea, lost in her direction. She wondered if living because she couldn’t die was her word for her.

She just lived her life in silence.

She didn’t even know where she was going.

She jumped on the flow of life, awakened her abilities, graduated from the academy, and became a hunter.

The lineage of Ilsung Group, the S-Rank Hunter, the top graduate of the Academy, the Hunter who will represent the next generation…….

Her numerous nicknames and modifiers have made her shine, but to her Choi Seo-yoon, it is only her faded honor. She made no sense. Because none of this was of any use.

I suddenly closed my eyelids and looked back at my thoughts.

Why am I living?

Her powers of telepathy are getting stronger.

She opens her voracious jaws and preys on people’s voices, emotions, and hearts at will.

This ability grows stronger on its own and calls out to the next level. It is tight as if it is a balloon that has grown as it grows, giving a sense of crisis that you do not know when it will explode.

Choi Seo-yoon knows this by herself.

The fact that one day there will come a day when you won’t be able to handle this mental ability.

There will always come a day when even Rosario can’t stop this greedy mental ability. It’s a fait accompli. The end has already been scheduled.

Choi Seo-yoon is imagining his end.

The end of being devoured by her own telepathic ability.

She kept thinking about the end.

If death could not be avoided anyway, I wanted to find the meaning of life before I died.

I wasn’t talking about hopeful visions and goals.

Literally, she was Choi Seo-yoon. She didn’t want to end her life herself, and she wanted a reason to live until the last moment came.

So that her life up until now is not in vain.

The reason for living.

I was wandering around looking for the reason.

We meet like a miracle.

A man named Seojun Han.

Choi Seo-yoon looked at the man named Han Seo-joon.

The dark hair and two eyes, as if they were sprinkled with ink.

Straight and clear features and a spacious body.

A moderately lean body and moderately attached muscles.

He was a man with a decent appearance that you might see on the road from time to time.

But there is nothing I can feel from a man named Han Seo-Jun.

It was the first time in my life that I could not understand the voice, emotion, or mind at all.

That series of facts was no different from a miracle to Choi Seo-yoon.

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If you are in contact with Han Seo-joon, the faded world has been peeled off.

Choi Seo-yoon, who had fallen into the muddy gutter and struggled, waving his arms, was led by him to get out of the filth.

She couldn’t find even a trace of the excrement of desire and greed of the people who had tormented her all her life, washed away like rainwater.

It felt like his eyes, which had been dull until now, had opened up brightly.

My heart was warmed just by the fact that there were no voices whispering in my ears and no disgusting feelings that invaded my skin whenever I touched them.

I felt at peace for the first time after waking up to her telepathic abilities.

His ability was both light and salt to Seoyoon Choi.

Only Han Seo-jun could give her peace.

Tranquility once tasted is as sweet as honey and thick as chocolate. The taste lingers on the tip of the tongue all day.

In her serenity, she fell intoxicated with her repose.

I didn’t want to miss the peace I felt for the first time in my life.

A world where you can’t feel your voice, emotion, or heart, damp and dirty, was no different from another world.

In a new world completely separated from the ugliness of human beings, Choi Seo-yoon felt more at ease than anyone else.

He could taste peace because he was by his side.

So I took an interest in Han Seo-joon.

It may have been a rather impure motive.

However, I had no intention of hurting Han Seo-joon.

He just wants to approach him normally and get close to him normally.

He thought about him all day.

How can we talk more?

How can we get to know each other better?

How can we get closer?

Choi Seo-yoon, who had almost no interests, now has a great interest.

With that fact alone, I was able to spend a different day than usual.

It has become a habit to think of Han Seo-joon.

He imagined talking to him, thinking of laughing and chatting with him, dreaming of holding hands with him.

I finished my day’s work by lying in bed and thinking about him before going to sleep.

Just thinking about being with him in my head warmed a part of my heart. Deep inside he felt a warm feeling burning faintly like a candle. Choi Seo-yoon held her in her arms so that the small fire would not go out.

…… What is this warmth that I feel every time I think of him?

This feeling of worrying that he might get hurt in the dungeon.

Sometimes when I came back injured, I felt like my heart would break.

It was painful, as if someone was holding his heart tightly with his hand.

I felt sad and sad when he refused to help me when I tried to help.

From some time ago, rather than contacting him and suppressing his emotional ability, I wanted to be with him.

Because he was just happy to be with him.

I drew a future walking with Han Seo-joon.

I hated having other girls around.

I want you to look at me a little more.

I want to be with you a little longer.

‘Huh?’

Suddenly, Choi Seo-yoon looked back on her feelings.

What the hell do you want to do with Seojun Han?

‘No way.’

This feeling is familiar but unfamiliar.

Actually, I know very well what this feeling is.

Because there are similarities with the feelings that many men felt while looking at Choi Seo-yoon.

However, Choi Seo-yoon did not want to admit that he had the same feelings as them, so he kept denying it.

Choi Seo-yoon couldn’t admit that he had these feelings himself.

She denied and denied again and again.

She thought it was just an illusion and hid her true feelings.

With the door in her heart tightly closed, she put a firm lock on it.

Hopefully this feeling isn’t what she thinks it is.

However, the more he denies it, the more clearly that emotion reveals its existence inside Choi Seo-yoon.

The feelings that once took root in her heart swelled little by little.

In the past, it grew out of control and showed off its presence.

‘…… Oh, I see.’

In the end, Choi Seo-yoon decided to admit it.

The identity of this emotion.

‘…… I guess I like Seo-jun.’

I wanted to deny it, but it is an undeniable fact.

My heart fluttered when I thought of him. As she placed her hand on her chest, the pleasantly beating sound of her heart lingered in her ears. The sound of her heart softly penetrating into the voices of others and her fortune-telling ears is pleasant.

Choi Seo-yoon suddenly turned her gaze toward the mirror.

Her reddish face and deep eyes were clearly visible. She

She made these faces when she was thinking of Han Seo-jun.

Unable to calm her shame, she collapsed onto the bed.

Then I pull the blanket over her and try to cover her face.

But her warm heart does not subside.

Sooth your trembling emotions by tapping the pillow.

‘I…… Mr. Seojun…….’

Once I acknowledged that fact, I could see that uncontrollable emotions welled up from the depths of my heart.

Her emotion, her love, filled her with warmth and caressed her.

‘Love is…….’

Choi Seo-yoon thought while hugging the pillow tightly.

He never thought he would fall in love with someone else.

Park Gyu-seong, whom she likes as her close brother, is completely different from Cha So-yeon, whom she likes as her close sister.

This warm feeling and heart.

This is love.

I felt the feeling of love for the first time.

Although I had seen a lot of lust mixed with her desires and desires, Choi Seo-yoon’s tickled feelings were too unfamiliar.

I felt like I was going to melt away at the pleasant heat and the sound of her pounding heart.

It feels like she’s dreaming?

A sweet dream, I mean.

But dreams are bound to wake up one day.

Choi Seoyoon knows that better than anyone else.

Anyway, Choi Seo-yoon is destined to die someday.

Even now, my mental ability is getting stronger little by little.

We will meet our end in the next few years or decades.

So let’s cherish this moment.

This time with Seojun Han.

Don’t regret it.

‘Eh, why?’

Then one day.

Choi Seo-yoon silently looked down at her phone screen.

No contact.

…… Suddenly, contact with Han Seo-joon was cut off.

*(Review)

I fixed my computer for 105,000 won.

As expected, the power is out of order.

There, I bought a 700w power supply for 87,000 won, and 18,000 won was the cost of inspection and replacement.

Anyway, I’m happy that the computer is running well! Do! I can finally write

Like… That brilliant green… Computer, please don’t get sick… ㅠㅠ