Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 332

The shoot itself wasn’t particularly difficult. That was just the nature of the Hong Cheonseok’s Gemstone Vault YouTube channel.

A handsome guest would appear, get thoroughly “evaluated” like a literal gemstone for their looks, and then either promote something or chat about their personal life.

Basically, it was a talk-centered show.

Of course—

“...Cheonseok bro, aren’t you a little too close to my face?”

“Oh my, Donghu! But I heard you don’t even go to dermatologists, so how is your skin this smooth and glowing like a baby’s?”

“Ahaha.”

The format of the talk show was definitely unique and unfamiliar. New experiences were nice, and while I knew it was still entertainment and broadcasting—

There was just... psychological pressure.

How should I put this—it felt like I’d be more at ease fighting Fate itself.

“You have so much hair too! This is insane. There’s nothing wrong with you. Your facial features are perfectly proportioned... A face-reading expert said your features were literally flawless, you know?”

“Really? That’s the first I’ve heard of it.”

“You don’t need to know! You’re already toooooo perfect!”

With every word, I got hit with intense reactions. And thanks to those reactions, my tongue, which had been stiff and tense, started to loosen.

“No, I’m not perfect. There are things I’m bad at too.”

“Things you’re bad at? Oh my, what could our Donghu possibly be bad at?”

“Things I haven’t tried.”

Oooooooooooh.

The moment I finished, Cheonseok and the entire crew gasped. It wasn’t quite the reaction I expected, so I was a little thrown off.

I thought I’d get pushback or maybe bomb the joke a little... Like it would kill the mood.

But instead of cooling down, the energy just kept rising. My joke, which I’d meant as a way to defuse the tension, ended up following the natural current of:

“Yeah, of course it’s Donghu—we believe it.”

“Exactly, exactly! Whatever he does, he excels. Acting? Perfect. Singing? Amazing. No need to even say it!”

Cheonseok clearly found his {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} rhythm in the talk. He stared at me with conviction and kept the conversation flowing.

This really... really feels like it’s not Fate or anything, but one of SIMS’ Tantan Dero perks, right? Right?

The intensity of his gaze startled me for a moment, but I kept calm and was about to continue—

And then.

“Wait, since we’re on the subject! I think I need to really feel our Donghu properly!”

...Excuse me?

“Really feel” me, what?

Before I could react, Cheonseok suddenly stood up and got into position.

Like... a Taekwondo poomsae stance?

Anyway, once he was set—

“Donghu-ya! Give me a low kick!”

In the name of “properly feeling” me (??), he suddenly requested a low kick.

“W-What? Just like that?”

“Well, watching you like this... I feel like I need a real rush!”

Tap.

He lightly tapped my shoulder with his fingertip as he said it. And in that moment, I physically flinched.

Did I instinctively feel fear?

Me?

The strongest man alive at this point... flinching at another adult male?

That was impossible. No—unacceptable.

What is this... a Hanma Baki situation?

I found myself narrating the moment like an anime. Then I refocused.

I braced myself. A desperate act to overcome fear. A Samson-esque struggle to break the chains.

The ultimate low kick stance. A move that was once all the rage in action games.

“The strongest low kick in history.”

A clean, proper kick to overcome fear.

Of course, it was all a joke. But I still wound up some momentum.

And then—

“W-Wait! Donghu-ssi! You’re not actually going to kick for real, right?!”

“You said ‘real rush,’ but you meant 10%, right?! Right?!”

“D-Donghu-yaaa...!”

The staff and Cheonseok rushed to stop me.

Naturally—it was WWE.

“Yes, I was going to pose like I’m kicking, then stop just before contact and reduce the power to 10%.”

“R-Right?”

“I figured the big motion would look better when we cut a Shorts reel out of it later. Haha, sorry. I should’ve said something in advance.”

“O-Oh, of course!”

I laughed and broke the tension. Then without hesitation, I raised my leg.

Fully composed—

“Cheonseok! Prepare to feel me properly!!!”

“W-Wait! D-Donghu-ya! I haven’t even been hit yet but I feel like it’s gonna hur—!”

I drove my shinbone right into the outer thigh. Targeting the vastus lateralis on the right side.

Smack!

Not 10%. A precise 3%. Stopped just before impact to minimize the power. Paused for 3 seconds—then tap.

I didn’t even rotate my hips.

So it should’ve hurt less than expected, right?

...Or so I thought.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!”

A blood-curdling scream exploded on set.

***

After the low kick, Kim Donghu gave Hong Cheonseok a leg massage. Then Cheonseok gave one back.

The shoot continued smoothly from there.

Later—

“Oh my, then this is a date?”

“You could say that.”

Kim Donghu began filming his own YouTube content.

Anywhere he went, it would be an instant frenzy. So he couldn’t just casually go out. With time suddenly tight, he headed straight to the Veritas building.

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