Cherry Picker

"There goes a goddess." Saion, a university student majoring in sculpture, stopped the hand that was reaching for a cigarette. Ion looked up, gazing at the rumored 'goddess.' Sophisticated attire, a seductive aura. High heels on black shoes that made Jisu look like a goddess, and the slender calves extending above them. The moment Ion saw her, she felt it. A doll-like woman. She could smell insincerity coming from that woman. Not the sweet scent of perfume, nor the burnt smell of tobacco, but the smell of pretense. Ion didn't care even when she saw Lee Jisu, the protagonist of the absurd rumor that she was acting as a pimp while being a college student. She was curious about her prett...