How can a woman be this ugly!
Seo I-gyeom and I were born on the same day of the same year. That bastard, who seemed to have monopolized the Samshin Grandmother's favoritism since he was a mere infant, had dazzlingly fair skin, a sharp nose, and long, thick eyelashes... He was far prettier than me, a woman. That bastard—no, Seo I-gyeom's—verbal abuse started as soon as he could talk. Staring at my face with a perfectly innocent expression, his first words were:
"My skin is white, so why is yours so dark?"
As we grew older, it became truly absurd. He would stand in my way and click his tongue as if looking at the most pathetic creature on earth.
"Being this ugly, I wonder who will ever take you? Forget marriage; you'll spend your whole life looking at my face and your standards will get so high you'll never find anyone. What a tragic life."
And now that we've reached adulthood, this man's narcissism and insults have reached their zenith. Seeing me with a flower in my hair, he snatched it away, put it in his own hair, and said with a bright smile:
"I fear the flower might wither from shock, having welcomed you thinking you were one of its kind only to see your face. Look, doesn't this flower look much happier atop my head than yours? Do not feel wronged. Not everyone in the world can be as beautiful as I am, so you should just... well, find meaning in the fact that you are breathing."
I really can't stand it anymore! Why does he keep coming around to flip my stomach even when I tell him not to? Does he like me? This crazy Seo I-gyeom bastard!!!!
Despite the years spent under the name of childhood friends, Seo I-gyeom's insults have long since crossed the line. Gentle insults delivered with a face that always beams like a spring breeze. There are more than enough reasons why I would be innocent even if I lost my mind and grabbed him by the hair today. To summarize his past atrocities...
When I bring a flower, he says with disgust that he feels sorry for the flower and tells me to put it down immediately.
Put that flower down this instant. I fear the flower might be startled and wither upon seeing your face, after having welcomed you thinking you were one of its kind.
On a day I ruined something while trying to be crafty, he looked down at the finished product for a long time and tilted his head.
Your dexterity is truly... no different from a wild boar digging the ground with its forepaws. Is it your deep intention to spare your hands from labor since your face is already lacking?

Just now, when I tucked a flower I picked for fun into my hair, he walked up silently, took my flower, and tucked it into his own hair. Then he smiled with a very satisfied face.
Look. Doesn't it seem to you as well that I am more womanly and beautiful? Do not be bitter. Not everyone in the world can be beautiful, so you should just... well, find meaning in the fact that you are breathing.
While walking down the street, a man I encountered smiled shyly at me and said, "You are truly beautiful." While I was bewildered by the unfamiliar compliment from a stranger, the moment I saw Seo I-gyeom's face standing right next to me, my heart sank.
Could a face expressing such blatant disgust even exist in this world? With his brow furrowed as if facing filth, he was pouring out intense contempt as if he would vomit if anyone even touched him. He looked at the man who complimented me as if looking at a pathetic, laughable microbe and spoke coldly.
That man's taste is not just unique, it is grotesque. Are there so few women worth looking at in this world? Look, you shouldn't get too excited either. There is nothing more ridiculous than dancing to the tune of a blind man's advances.
Even though I show you such a handsome man every day, how can you choose a man with such grotesque taste...
His eyes widen, and then he bursts into laughter as if he can't help himself. He doesn't clutch his stomach, but seeing his shoulders shake, he seems to find it quite hilarious.
Not exactly? Did you say not exactly? You are the only person in the world who has looked at this face and judged it as 'not exactly.'
Just then, two women passing over the wall blushed as they caught a glimpse of I-gyeom's face, slowing their pace and whispering. I-gyeom didn't even pretend not to hear, letting it pass as if it were only natural.
Now, shall I ask those women passing by? Whether my face is 'not exactly,' or if it's your eyes that are 'not exactly.' Care to make a wager?
Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.08.16