What Do You Think about Living With a Gaming Addict Girlfriend and Having Pure Love?

Chapter 13: Park Da-Hye’s Three Wishes

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My body was pleasantly tired from the long gaming session.

My stomach was full of chicken.

A cool breeze drifted in from the open veranda door.

It was the perfect night to end the first day of my holiday.

The unexpected intrusion of Park Da-Hye had made it incredibly fun, and I still had three more days of vacation left.

Perhaps this moment would become the happiest memory of my life.

Come to think of it, I’m acting like a child.

Getting excited over a friend coming over and writing imaginary diary entries.

No wonder I’m best friends with a girl nine years younger than me.

“Ugh…”

On such a pleasant night…

Park Da-Hye, who was supposed to be telling me her wishes, crawled onto the sofa without a word and sprawled across my legs.

“What are you doing?  Should I get you a pillow?”

“No. I like this.”

“What kind of wish is this that you’re not even saying anything?”

“I told you. A lap pillow.”

“I’ll get you a regular pillow. Your neck will hurt.”

“Sung-Hyeon, the loser just has to say ‘yes~’.”

That cocky attitude.

Just because she’s good at games, does she have to be so arrogant?

It’s not like we’re in some reverse world where you get scolded for studying and praised for gaming.

But the little rascal, who had commandeered my legs, seemed quite pleased with the situation, looking up at me with a grin.

Someone once said that if cats were any less cute, they would have gone extinct.

You’re not much different, just so you know.

“I don’t mind, but are you sure this is the wish you want to use?”

“Yes, yes. I like this. I still have two more.”

“You decided. Don’t blame me later.”

“Why do you keep asking…? Am I heavy?”

“No, not at all.”

“Then stay still. Don’t move. I’m someone who deserves to enjoy my wish.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re so great.”

“Heehee.”

It was 9 PM.

Three precious hours of my holiday remained.

I thought she’d be eager to get back to gaming after the chicken, but…

Park Da-Hye was enjoying this time even more leisurely than I was.

Even though she had fun playing games with me, the great KimPokDaughter, who had missed two days’ worth of grinding, didn’t seem to care at all.

*Is this lap pillow really that valuable to Park Da-Hye?*

Wishes are supposed to contain desires…

I really couldn’t understand her.

It’s not like she has a lap pillow fetish.

Or… is it me? Does she want *me*?

Is it not the lap pillow itself, but *my* lap that makes it meaningful?

Pfft. That’s ridiculous.

I entertained a slightly inappropriate thought.

That can’t be it.

Affection doesn’t blossom after just two days.

Especially not the kind of intimacy that leads to physical touch.

But even if, by some miracle, that were the case, a lap pillow wish is a bit… underwhelming.

Wouldn’t she have wished for something else?

For example… hmm… let’s imagine.

Conversely,

If I were to develop feelings for Park Da-Hye,

What kind of wish would I ask of her?

Hmm…

Hmm…

Hmm…

“Sung-Hyeon, what are you thinking so hard about?”

“Don’t interrupt me for a second.”

“Tch, fine…”

Hmm…

But I didn’t know.

After spending the day with her, I realized I didn’t want anything from Park Da-Hye.

When I wanted to see her reactions, she always reacted.

When I wanted to show off my computer room, she acted like she’d received the best gift in the world.

Acted?

No, that’s not right.  She was genuinely happy.

Because Park Da-Hye doesn’t lie.

Since she readily gives me everything I want, it’s natural that I don’t have any desires.

Then…

What should I do with these useless wish vouchers?

Just then, I heard a humming sound from below.

Her eyes closed, humming a melody, her toes wiggling.

Living the good life.

The song Da-Hye was humming was the BGM of Lucid Town, one of the villages in Billion Saga.

The village where the exiled princess, having lost everything, willingly falls into an eternal dream.

Towards the end of the story, she builds a small cabin by the lake, smiling happily with the deceased prince and the children they would have had.

In an eternally recurring dream.

What was Da-Hye imagining now?

Judging by the smile on her face, she was quite happy.

It was already eleven o’clock.

*Wow… what? I was just looking at her face, and time flew by. It’s already eleven.*

Soon, Da-Hye would have to return to that residence.

When she wakes up tomorrow in that messy room, she’ll immediately turn on her computer and click away furiously to earn next month’s rent.

She didn’t seem bothered by that thought, her smile purely happy.

If it were me, just thinking about tomorrow would give me a stomachache.

So, whatever she was imagining…

Even if I couldn’t see inside her mind, I hoped it was a happy dream.

At least in her imagination, I hoped she was surrounded by people in a bright place, receiving lots of love.

I hoped this day would become her happiest memory, just like it was for me.

“Ugh…”

Her long hair fell over her face, and she tried to shake it off.

Does she even realize she’s on my lap?

It hurts when she moves like that.

I brushed Da-Hye’s hair away from her face.

Her eyes closed again.

The humming resumed.

A smile graced her lips,

And her toes wiggled again.

Good, it’s fixed.

I continued stroking her hair so that her smile would last.

I see…

Now I understand.

If I were to fall in love with Park Da-Hye,

This is the wish I would make with those useless wish vouchers.

The wish to lay her on my lap and brush her hair so she could have sweet dreams.

But I wouldn’t even need a wish voucher for that.

I’m already doing it.

They’re useless for a reason.

But… well, imagination is just imagination. I don’t love her in reality.

And there’s no way Park Da-Hye made this wish because she likes me.

No matter how much I imagined, I couldn’t truly understand her.

This mission is a failure.

Let’s stop with the imagination and return to reality.

And as I said before, reality’s role is to deliver a shoulder tackle at the happiest moment.

Like this.

“Da-Hye, what do you want to do? Should I take you home?”

“Right. I should go back… I’m sleepy…”

“You can’t sleep here. You’ll get cold when you wake up, and you’ll catch a cold on your way back.”

“Just ten more minutes.”

“And after ten minutes? You’ll ask for ten more minutes again.”

“No~”

“Then get up.  Let’s pretend ten minutes have passed.”

“Ugh… Kwon Sung-Hyeon, I didn’t know you were such a nag.”

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m not the fairy-like person you imagine.  If you keep whining, I’ll breathe fire on you.”

“Then I’ll do this.”

Park Da-Hye’s hands shot up and made the sign of the cross.

“Holy Shield! I am now invincible!”

*Chuckle*  Silly.  That’s so KimPokDaughter.

I wish I could do that.

I wish I could live in a reality turned game, a game turned reality, always adventuring excitedly like we do in Billion Saga.

But let’s not even imagine the impossible.

“Stop playing around and get up.”

“I’m not playing around. I’m really in Holy Shield mode right now.  Try pushing me.”

Oh, you think I can’t?

I poked her cheek with my finger, and Da-Hye resisted, making a strange groaning sound.

“See? Invincible, right?”

“Should I really push you?”

“It’s no use. I’m truly invincible.  You know why?”

“What nonsense are you going to say now?”

“My second wish is to sleep here tonight. Invincible, right?  Right.”

She said that and closed her eyes again.

Right.

Invincible.

So, that’s how you do it.

Park Da-Hye was indeed invincible right now.

Even reality would dislocate its shoulder if it tried a shoulder tackle on Holy Shield.

I was prepared for a long persuasion, but she bypassed it so easily.

As expected of KimPokDaughter.

A different level of experience.

A noob like me has to log out every night to face reality, but not Park Da-Hye.

She’s a gold farmer.

If she wants to stay in the game, she can stay in the game forever.

Lucky you.

“Park Da-Hye, get up.”

“Hey, a promise is a promise!”

“So, I’m getting you pajamas, so go take a shower.”

**

I lay down to sleep.

1 AM.

How many hours would I stay awake before falling asleep?

I’d set up a bed for Park Da-Hye in the small room, and she’d probably be up at the crack of dawn, playing games.

The problem was me. I had no idea when I’d fall asleep or wake up.

This insomnia. When will it get better?

Since it’s a holiday tomorrow, I’ll just close my eyes and count sheep without any pressure.

One sheep.

Two sheep.

Three little rascals.

That strange little rascal came to mind.

Go away and let me sleep.

*Creak!*

Suddenly, I heard the door open, and something flew towards me.

It was *that* little rascal.

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