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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Saturday.
I was lying in bed.
>>Ga-ram: In-ho-nim, I’ll be in front of the gym at 9:30 tomorrow.
Ga-ram’s text message.
I couldn’t help but smile. I felt a strange urge to take care of her.
Ring, ring, ring~
My phone rang.
It was Ho-chul.
“Hey, Ho-chul.”
[Hey, hyung-nim. You asked me to call?]
“Yeah. How was your vacation?”
[It was great, thanks to you, hyung-nim. I really appreciate the extra cash too.]
“Don’t mention it. You work hard, you deserve it.”
I could hear the emotion in his voice.
I wondered how badly the previous owner had treated him.
It wasn’t my fault, but I felt a sense of responsibility.
“Sorry to call you on your day off. I have a favor to ask. Can you take care of something for me on Monday?”
[Of course, hyung-nim. What do you need?]
I told him what I needed.
A mix of items and connections.
He listened patiently, and then, after a long pause, he asked,
[Hyung-nim, are you planning on starting an entertainment agency?]
“No, nothing like that. I just need these things for someone.”
[Alright, I’ll look into it.]
“Thanks, Ho-chul. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”
[You too, hyung-nim.]
I hung up, feeling a sense of accomplishment, and stretched out on my bed.
“Ah…”
The soft sheets felt luxurious against my skin.
I picked up my phone and opened OceaniaTV.
“I told myself I wouldn’t watch these streams anymore…”
Despite my resolve, I had a reason to watch them now.
I needed to research the platform.
I was planning on having Ga-ram start streaming.
It was the perfect side hustle for her, something she could do at the gym.
I started with the “Just Chatting” section, browsing through various channels.
Then I moved on to the female streamers, checking out the most popular ones.
A few of them recognized me from my previous viewing habits, but I ignored their greetings and just lurked.
I made a list of channels with relatively tame content.
I was used to the sometimes chaotic world of internet streaming, but Ga-ram wasn’t.
I couldn’t use those… risqué channels as examples.
I had a different vision for Ga-ram’s streams.
Something more informative.
There had been a streamer who had gained popularity by simply studying on camera.
He was incredibly handsome and never spoke.
I wanted to do something similar with Ga-ram.
A fit woman, silently working out in the gym.
It was a great concept.
The fact that no one in this world had done anything like it yet made it even more appealing.
Ga-ram’s physique was already impressive—how many women could squat 200kg?—so I just needed to work on her presentation.
She wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t exactly a beauty either.
No offense to her, but in the world of internet streaming, looks mattered.
Unless you had exceptional comedic timing or some other unique talent, being attractive was almost a prerequisite.
Her faded hair was definitely not doing her any favors.
A trip to the salon would take care of that.
She also needed a wardrobe change.
Those baggy tracksuits had to go.
Maybe some form-fitting workout clothes?
But that was something she would have to decide for herself.
I wouldn’t force her.
I would explain my plan to her tomorrow on our way to the salon.
No matter how much I planned, it was ultimately up to her.
I would work out the details once she agreed.
She wasn’t exactly assertive, so I was worried she might refuse…
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“I’ll do it,” she said without hesitation.
I picked her up in front of the gym and explained my idea on our way to the salon.
Her immediate acceptance surprised me.
“But I haven’t even finished explaining yet.”
I should have saved my worries for something else.
She didn’t even pretend to consider it.
“I’m not in a position to be picky. And if it’s your idea, In-ho-nim, I’m sure it will be successful.”
“I’m not an expert on internet streaming. It’s just an idea.”
“It’s better than doing nothing.”
“Okay, since you’ve agreed, we can discuss the details back at the gym.”
“Sure.”
I had chosen a reputable salon—one that I actually owned.
I owned three salons, and I had carefully selected this one based on online reviews.
I had made an appointment in advance, ensuring that Ga-ram would be seen by the top stylist.
I had already given Ga-ram some general style guidelines.
While she was getting her hair done, I got a much-needed haircut myself.
My shaggy hair was annoying during workouts.
“What style are you going for?” the stylist asked.
“Down perm on the sides, and a strong perm on top. I usually part my hair on this side, but I’m open to styling it upwards to show my forehead.”
The stylist, a large man in his forties, seemed surprised by my detailed instructions.
After three long hours (mostly for Ga-ram), we met back at the reception desk, looking much more presentable.
“Wow, Ga-ram. You look great!”
The faded ends of her hair were gone, replaced by a stylish medium-length wavy bob.
It was long enough to tie back during workouts, which was perfect.
The overall effect was fresh and energetic.
Expensive stylists were worth every penny.
“Y-you too, In-ho-nim… It suits you.”
She stammered and looked away.
“What good is a haircut if I’m still overweight?”
I paid at the counter and held the elevator door open for her as we left.
“You’ve already lost almost 8kg.”
She was right.
I had made progress, but it wasn’t enough.
I might have lost a significant amount of weight by my standards, but I was still obese.
“If you lose another 15kg, you’ll be in great shape.”
I stroked my chin thoughtfully, and Ga-ram nodded in agreement.
“I’m sure you can do it. But you look really handsome now, too.”
“Haha, thanks for the compliment.”
Her encouragement felt especially uplifting, perhaps because of her new, more cheerful appearance.
I extended my hand towards her.
She looked at me quizzically.
“Let’s do a high five. For a fresh start.”
She shyly met my hand with hers.
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