— Karma points acquired.

— One of the gods of wealth has blessed you and paid karma points.

Gods of wealth? Who's that now?

Lately, gods who haven't even introduced themselves keep tossing me points.

Whatever the reason, karma points were rolling in nicely again.

Someone around me seems to have pulled off something big.

But even with the karma points coming in, my mind wouldn't settle.

The late-night lights of Seoul couldn't comfort me anymore.

"Aga... aga..." (TL Note: Aga, "little one," is also how Korean parents-in-law address their son's wife.)

Sometimes reality outruns imagination.

The last few days had been exactly that.

My one-night stand(?) had been caught, red-handed and undeniable.

The twins gave me looks full of distrust—figures, that's oppa for you.

My parents didn't say anything either, but the vibe was weird.

Only Im Yun-a walked a path of flowers.

At home, my parents called her aga.

Calling someone that so freely when she wasn't even their own child made no grammatical sense.

But everyone in my family except me accepted it.

The twins called her unnie and got along with her famously.

They whispered disses about me into Im Yun-a's ear.

Every time the twins whispered, Im Yun-a's eyes sparkled.

If I'd at least spent that night properly, I wouldn't have felt so cheated.

I said I had to go back to Seoul, but I got nowhere.

Im Yun-a was in the middle of her American semester, but she said she could stay a few days too.

And so began two nights and three days of forced country living.

Im Yun-a and Mom were busy critiquing artworks together.

Dad lectured me on the 101 mistakes a man should never make as head of the household.

Every time the twins saw me, they teased me that my taste had changed.

They'd thought I liked the bombshell type, but apparently not, and so on...

Im Yun-a made herself at home.

She said Mom's cooking had put two kilos on her in two nights and three days.

I, on the other hand, lost three.

Every time they called…