Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 317

As obvious as it was—

‘Why the hell are they all here together?’

—Kim Donghu wasn’t the one who brought them together.

“That’s... that’s a lot of familiar faces in one place.”

“Y-yeah, right? I was kinda shocked. None of you said you were coming.”

“Of course we came. Our husband’s fighting.”

Sujin and Jaerin’s casual remarks made Donghu look around with visible confusion.

‘Seriously—how?’

Sure, they could’ve all shown up.

But together? At the same time? That was a different story entirely.

“Hehe... You look so lost, dear Brother!”

“‘Brother’...?”

That unfamiliar word made Donghu glance over. And there was Chisako, standing proudly with a huge grin on her face.

“I gathered them all!”

Striking a pose so stylized it screamed JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Chisako began explaining her proud little operation.

“Since we all love you for the same reason, and since you plan to take responsibility for all of us anyway—”

—it only made sense for them to unite, without hesitation or shame.

Chisako’s logic was simple: Donghu would be having big matches like this more often, and each of them would want to be by his side as “the girlfriend.” All five of them felt the same way.

So instead of awkwardly tiptoeing around each other, why not just accept the situation and move forward together?

A bold yet strangely neat proposal from Chisako—and it honestly wasn’t that surprising the others accepted it.

Because, deep down—

‘...I can’t handle him alone.’

‘It’s too much for one person...’

‘Rather than losing him to someone random, at least let it be us...’

‘Tarzan is just... too strong.’

They’d all tried to handle him 1-on-1. They really thought they could.

But after multiple attempts—trial and error—they learned:

It was impossible to handle Kim Donghu alone at night.

So the fact that all five of them gathered like this was proof that they understood each other—and their collective limits.

They were done with seeing those exhausted, unfulfilled faces after each night together.

Better to win with numbers than lose in isolation.

“Huhu! So yeah, we all decided to come support him—together! That was the conclusion!”

Chisako beamed proudly over the glorious harem scene she’d assembled. She’d even made sure they showed up early—a full five hours before the match.

They’d gone as far as summoning Donghu early.

She’d wanted to meet the day before, but that didn’t work with everyone’s schedule. Oh well.

“Now we’re finally ready to handle you properly!”

Chisako declared it like a general about to lead her army into battle.

“Really? Then... haha.”

Donghu looked around and chuckled.

‘So it’s really a six-person free-for-all?’

Everything was clicking into place way too naturally.

“...Then can I test it? See just how ready you all really are?”

At that, everyone gulped.

Right here? Now?

Well, it wasn’t a problem.

Donghu’s waiting room wasn’t your standard locker room. It was a full-on luxury suite. You could literally call it a private hotel.

And with five lovers standing there?

All with mutual consent?

What man in the world would pass that up?

‘I feel like Mike Tyson.’

Like the legendary boxer whose strength was so monstrous he supposedly used... less conventional methods to vent it.

“We’ve got time.”

Time for a little... trial round.

***

Everything up to the night before the match was routine. Same training. Same meals. Make weight, then rehydrate and carb-load.

Always the same.

But on fight day—

“Huff... Huff...”

The power surging through his body was unreal.

He felt nuclear. As if his entire body were charged to explode.

A human-sized warhead.

Zain Lance couldn’t explain it, but chalked it up to adrenaline and placebo from wanting to win.

Still—

Boom!

“...Did you just burst a sandbag?”

“Huh. Looks like I did.”

His physical condition was clearly different from the day before. But most fighters wouldn’t dwell on it.

If you felt stronger, great. Why overthink it?

The trigger was simple:

Fight day = beast mode.

Strength so unnatural, it made you wonder—

“...What if I actually kill someone today?”

“Dude, don’t say scary shit like that.”

Bill, his manager, stared wide-eyed.

“It’s still sports, you know?”

“People do die in sports sometimes.”

“H-Haha. You’re not actually gonna kill someone, right?”

“Just saying. Hypothetically.”

No one could say exactly when Zain started speaking like this whenever Donghu came up.

‘Does he have some blood feud like with Edward?’

He didn’t seem obsessed with Evelyn. And as far as Bill knew, he and Donghu didn’t have bad blood.

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