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“Yes, I know. Nng. Ah.”
Sensing the strength leaving my hand, CEO Chu took over his own cock. “Hurry up. I’ll do it.”
Pressing his forehead against mine, he shook his dick violently, sending fluids splashing everywhere. As he did, he panted out the following words. “Take the fingers that shook mine and suck them clean.”
What sin did I commit in a past life to meet such a pervert? I must have done something truly terrible. Something on the level of selling out my country or committing murder.
“Hurry, before I blow. Fuck, it’s all drying on my fingers!”
In the end, I did as I was told. I put my index finger—coated in saliva and a salty, fishy, slippery bodily fluid—into my mouth and sucked it. I barely suppressed a surge of nausea by biting down on the finger. When I sucked once and tried to pull it out, Chu Gi-oh shook his head.
“Don’t pull it out. Keep it in, mouth open. Move it back and forth like you’re sucking cock!”
“Hng, yes.”
I put my index finger back in and sucked it up with my tongue. I repeated the motion of sliding it in and out. Whether my face was flushing from heat, shame, or embarrassment, I couldn’t even tell anymore. I was simply doing as I was told.
CEO Chu extended his tongue and licked my remaining fingers resting in front of his lips. His hot, wet tongue slid between my fingers, moving with dizzying agility. It felt like being licked by a giant dog. He continued for a while, then gradually moved up to lick my lips, which were still occupied with sucking my index finger.
No matter how much I had resolved to handle this, the Read on Read BL Novelsdifficulty level was too high. A young man who had never even done it with a woman was being clung to by [Read on Read BL Novels]a man who had likely done it thousands, tens of thousands of times more. The mismatch was simply too great.
CEO Chu bit down on my middle finger, which he had been greedily sucking, and spoke breathlessly.
“If this were your pussy, hng, I would’ve bitten it and swallowed it already.”
The moment I met his upturned eyes, I wanted to grab the hem of his pants and beg if I could just cry. I wanted to plead with him, telling him it wasn’t because I hated him, but just to let me shed some tears. Naturally, I desperately hid and suppressed these feelings for fear of upsetting him, so CEO Chu had no way of knowing.
After nibbling on my middle finger, he moved up to my lower lip. He pushed his tongue through the gap of my lips, which were parted from sucking my hand. Licking the inner membranes, he rambled on with utter filth.
“It’s probably split open like this too, right? Your lips, I mean?”
“Hng, yes.”
“Later, when I stick my tongue in there, I’m gonna chew it till it’s nearly severed. Got it?”
“Yes… .”
His pronunciation was imprecise because he was speaking with his tongue out, but it was impossible to misunderstand.
The body I was pinned under was heaving so much that I felt like I was on one of those tambourine rides from a school trip. I was barely holding on by gripping his shoulder with one hand, but my hand kept slipping as sweat seeped from his skin. To avoid being thrown off his jolting body, I clung to him, repeatedly gripping and releasing as if massaging him. Whether it was because that was uncomfortable or because he wanted to make me more comfortable, his hand suddenly left my nape. His lips and tongue, which had been attached to my fingers and lips like suction cups, also detached completely. At the same time, he pulled me into a sudden, tight embrace.
CEO Chu slid his hand between our pressed [Read on Read BL Novels]upper [stolen content]bodies and began to shake his cock as if he were punching me in the stomach. As if that alone wasn’t enough, he kept demanding and ordering things.
Holding me tightly with one arm, he panted into my ear.
“Hug me. Hug me, Min-jo.”
“Hng, yes.”
“Wrap your arms around my neck and squeeze tight. Tight enough to choke me to death.”
It’s fine if I die like that. Dying while doing it with you would be a fucking glorious death; what else could be more glorious?
As the climax approached, CEO Chu was becoming so excited he sounded like he was gasping for air. I wrapped both arms around his neck as ordered. I actually considered choking him, thinking it might excite him more, but I refrained.
The hand wrapping around my waist slid down to my buttocks. At first, it felt like he was groping, but then he began to scrub my hole back and forth like he was cleaning a floor. The way he scratched against my jeans, as if to rip them, was incredibly vulgar. Before long, a shout of “Hah, you fucking bitch!” rang out, and my abdomen and chest grew hot. After a very long time, he ejaculated. The path to this point felt so filthy and dirty that my entire body flushed anew.
CEO Chu enjoyed the ejaculation, his whole body trembling. The volume was so great it felt like he was pissing. His jeans were soaked through.
“Hah, fuck. A hell of a lot came out today.”
“Haa, haa.”
I was out of breath too. Panting along with his rhythm, I felt as if my head were spinning.
CEO Chu squeezed the head of his cock with a “Sssip” sound and flopped his face onto my shoulder. Our touching chests were beating violently.
He stroked my back with his semen-covered hand and muttered, “I’m dizzy, Min-jo. I like it so much I can’t see straight…”
It’s this good without even putting it in; if he shoved it in my pussy, fuck… I’d be completely destroyed.
His voice was languid, as if he were falling asleep. He didn’t smell of alcohol at all, but his tone and behavior felt exactly like he was dead drunk, just like this dawn. Even the way he chuckled to himself while staying still was the same. And so were the words that followed.
“Well, someone did tell me. That I’m destined to die of happiness in bed after meeting my match. Now I see that match is you, Min-jo.”
“….”
“If that happens, what’ll you do? Could you live alone after I’m dead? Huh?”
“….”
I almost blurted out, asking why he was worrying about such a thing, and that if anyone was going to kill anyone, it would be me killing him, not him dying on top of me. For a moment, Kang Moon-soo’s words came to mind: ‘You’re destined for a long life if you eat a man’s cock.’ A strange imagination surged. I would live long by eating a man’s cock, and Chu Gi-oh was destined to die of happiness after meeting his match… It sounded as if I were taking the remaining lifespan of the person I drove to a blissful death to live a long life myself, and I felt a sudden, chilling shiver.
I trembled while still hugging him. CEO Chu lifted his head from my shoulder. He turned his face as if to kiss my cheek and immediately began to soothe me.
“No, no, I’m joking. Don’t take it seriously. I’m fucking gonna live [stolen content]until I’m smearing shit on the walls. With you.”
He gently stroked my entire body, including my goosebump-covered arms, soothing me with dirty words. He played both ends, seeing only what he wanted to see and feeling only what he wanted to feel. This man’s affection for me seemed to stretch not just to the heavens, but beyond the vast universe. I didn’t even think I’m screwed anymore.
As the strength left my body, I naturally leaned against his shoulder. I didn’t need to see his face to know what expression he was making. His lips were probably curled up in a grin, feeling absolutely ecstatic.
The cock trapped between us throbbed like a live fish. It felt as if he had taken his heart out of his chest and placed it outside.
He hugged me tighter. He had said there wasn’t much time, yet he was acting incredibly leisurely.
“And another thing. When I get excited and call you a fucking bitch, none of that is sincere, so don’t take it to heart. It just spills out of my mouth on its own; I don’t actually think of you that way or want to kill you. Don’t give it a second thought, just let it go in one ear and out the other. Got it?”
“…Yes.”
It seemed this man was truly the first person he had ever been interested in, just as he said. Since he didn’t know how to handle these unfamiliar emotions, he was just running around like a mad dog; how could he possibly be calm?
Chu Gi-oh continued, laughing somewhat self-deprecatingly.
“Living ignorantly for forty years, my mouth has become a total rag. If I’d known I’d meet you, would I have lived so filthily?”
“….”
“I might never fix the ‘fuck’ part, but I’ll try my best to fix the unauthorized copy‘bitch’ part. If we live together, wouldn’t I improve just by reading the room? If I keep getting nagged by my wife, I’ll develop a lot. You think so too, right?”
I pressed my lips against CEO Chu’s shoulder and answered, “…Yes.”
I gave a short “Yes,” but my inner meaning was as follows: Don’t bother and just live the way you always have. Even if you say ‘bitch’ one time less, it’s not like that perverted streak of yours is going to improve.
After a long while, CEO Chu pushed me away and rinsed his mouth and hands with the lukewarm bottled water that had been set on the table. He didn’t care that the water was spilling all over the floor. He told me to wash my hands too and poured water for me. There was a separate bathroom in the room, but he seemed to have no intention of using it. After washing my hands, he made a phone call to someone. The recipient was none other than me.
Just as I was about to take the phone out of my pocket and answer, the ringing stopped. He smiled and said,
“Answer everything that comes to this number. Got it?”
“Yes, I will.”
Having received my answer, CEO Chu called someone else. In the meantime, I stepped away and wiped the semen-covered upper body with tissues. I left my back alone since I couldn’t reach it, and the semen sprayed on my jeans had already been absorbed into the fabric, so there was nothing I could do. Feeling as if I had made a mess, I resolved to wash my pants as soon as I left.
From what he was saying, the person on the phone seemed to be Jang-bae.
“Bring a set of my clothes here quickly. And bring Du-jik with you.”
Seeing him call Du-jik here, it seemed it was almost time to go up to the hotel room. Du-jik had also become a familiar figure to me, almost as much as Jang-bae.
Du-jik was the quietest person I had ever met in my life. During the few dozen minutes [stolen content]we [unauthorized copy]spent in the car going to the hotel yesterday, we hadn’t [stolen content]exchanged a single word, but it wasn’t because he ignored me or found me disgusting; he was simply a man of few words. Seeing how he bowed back when I said thank you, it was clear he wasn’t a bad person.
After a short while, Jang-bae and Du-jik entered through the door together. Their expressions were consistently fierce. I wondered what they felt when they looked at each other. Since they looked similar, perhaps they felt like they were looking in a mirror, or maybe they felt a twin-like affection.
Fortunately, I had cleaned the semen off my body and put on my t-shirt before they entered. On the other hand, CEO Chu was completely undressed. He had taken off his shoes and socks at some point and was standing barefoot on the marble floor. Just looking at that sight made my face heat up, but everyone else, except me, acted as if it were a daily occurrence.
Jang-bae, carrying several things in both hands, stepped inside the sofa where Kim Jeong-suk had been sitting. In Jang-bae’s left hand was a single suit, and in his right were wet towels and cold water. Seeing that he brought things without being asked, it seemed this happened often.
Taking the wet towel, CEO Chu turned and tapped my cheek. When I looked back at him, he frowned slightly.
“I told you it’s your first time. Maybe at the office or the hotel, but I’ve never taken my dick out here. These guys are ghosts at reading the room, so they just prepare things on their own.”
The one who was more of a ghost at reading the room was Chu Gi-oh. I felt that I must not even tell a small lie or let him know what I was thinking. The moment I realized this, I remembered the moments I had given impassioned speeches in front of him, and a terrifying thought crept in: he had accepted it all while knowing exactly what I meant.
CEO Chu gulped down the cold bottled water that Jang-bae had opened and handed to him. He poured it straight down his throat without even letting it touch his lips, and when about half was left, he held it out to me.
“Drink this and follow Du-jik.”
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
I happened to be thirsty. After the two of us had been panting face-to-face like that, it would be strange if my mouth wasn’t dry. I drank it all down until the bottom was visible right in front of him. I heard a small chuckle.
After wiping his body with the wet towel, CEO Chu sat on the sofa and put a cigarette in his mouth. [unauthorized copy]He beckoned me over just as I was getting ready to leave. Soon, a [stolen content]lighter was pressed into my hand. From his perspective, this was all interest and affection.
Looking up at me as he lit the cigarette, he grabbed my hand just as I was about to return the lighter.
“I’ll tell you in advance. Today was just a tease; it’ll get more intense from now on.”
“I’m not sure what you mean…”
I pretended not to understand, even though I did.
“What we did a moment ago. The whole mess of biting and sucking. Consider it five times more than that.”
“Fi-five times more?”
“Until now, I’ve only played around quietly with my dick, but I don’t think I can play like that with you, so I’m telling you now. Just think of it as Chu Gi-oh’s instinct and try to endure it. I won’t make it hurt, so don’t be scared from the start.”
“…Yes. I will.”
When I answered politely, he grinned. He squeezed my hand firmly, and a tender voice followed.
“Thanks a lot for today. Sincerely.”
“Ah, it was nothing.”
“Go wash up and sleep comfortably. I won’t be coming up today.”
“…Ah.”
For a moment, the words Thank you almost escaped, but I barely caught them on the tip of my tongue. What would I gain by showing that this was the most welcome news I’d heard?
“Then… I’ll be going up.”
I bowed and tried to turn away, but he showed no sign of letting go of my hand. Instead, he gripped it tighter. He looked up at me intently.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me? I said I was very thankful.”
“Ah… I… Yes, I was also very thankful today.”
“Be specific. What were you thankful for?”
He had a subtly persistent side. He didn’t seem to like things that were blunt or quiet. He was a person who liked to say “I love you” out loud and express it actively through actions. And he wanted his partner to act the same way. That seemed to be the CEO Chu before me. Given his perversions, it made sense his temperament would be like that. Well, I’d already decided to accept it, so what words could I not give him? I would give him everything except the words “I love you.”
“I just… I’m thankful for everything. Just… all of you, CEO… I mean, just your existence… yes.”
“….”
I scratched my eyebrow with my free hand. Something other than my eyebrow was itching terribly, but since I didn’t know where, I just scratched my brow.
After a long while, CEO Chu let go of my hand. His voice as he gave the final farewell was quite urgent.
“Go, quickly. Before I start touching you again.”
My legs trembled belatedly as I followed Du-jik. In contrast, Du-jik’s legs, as he led me to Room 608 without a word, were as straight as a pole. There was no wavering in his stride.
“Thank you.”
As I bowed through the closing door, Du-jik also bowed to acknowledge my greeting.
The moment I was alone, I almost collapsed on the spot, but realizing my life wasn’t a movie, I walked toward the bathroom.
I took the phone out of my pants and placed it on the bathroom shelf. Then, I stripped off my t-shirt, jeans, and underwear, threw them into the tub, and scrubbed them hard with shampoo. After rinsing them clean, I wrung them out tightly—as if I were strangling my own neck—and placed them where water wouldn’t splash. Finally, I washed away the sweat-soaked grime from my body.
With nothing to wear, I had no choice but to put on a robe. I draped my clothes roughly over a dining chair and went to the bedroom. With my hair still damp and wearing the robe, I crawled onto the bed. Everything—the mattress, the pillow, the duvet—was plush and wonderful. It would have felt even better to lie down on my bare skin, but since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I didn’t dare.
Left alone with a mind exhausted from the perverted ordeal, sleep rushed over me instantly. He said he wasn’t coming… I wonder if that’s true… Is he really not coming… Ah, right. He told me to check my wallet… I’ll just do it when I wake up tomorrow… My thoughts trailed off like a thin spiderweb, and at some point, I fell completely asleep.
While sleeping, I thought I saw CEO Chu. It was a blurry figure, but I knew it was him [visit our site]by the silhouette and scent I had become accustomed visit our siteto. He didn’t touch me; he just looked down at me silently. I couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. I snapped my eyes open just in case, but it was already morning, and I was lying in bed alone.
For a while, I couldn’t gather my senses, only blinking my eyes open and shut. I stared blankly into the dark void. The entire bedroom, covered by large curtains, was pitch black. Seeing the thin slivers of light pouring through the gaps in the curtains, I knew morning had come.
I looked down at the empty spot beside me and reached out with a hand that felt like it weighed a ton to turn on the light. The scenery of the room, enveloped in an orange glow, came into view one by one.
Did I really have a dream at dawn? Whatever it was, the important thing was that CEO Chu was not by my side right now. Just as I was about to dismiss it as a dream to avoid overthinking, the faint sound of a phone ringing began to drift in from somewhere. Since I didn’t have a phone on me, I wondered where the sound was coming from or if I was hallucinating; I turned my head this way and that, shaking my ears. Even then, the ringing didn’t stop. “Get a grip, Min-jo,” I told myself, slapping my cheeks hard, when suddenly, the thought flashed through my mind: Fuck, Chu Gi-oh!
My eyes snapped open as if I had downed a hundred cups of coffee at once. I immediately threw off the covers and climbed out of bed.
Because of Chu Gi-oh’s words—”Answer everything that comes to this number”—my movements naturally became frantic. Hurrying for fear the call might disconnect, I stepped on the hem of my long gown and sprawled face-first onto the floor. I hit my knee hard against the floor, and a groan escaped me, but I sprang up like a coil and bolted. This kind of pain was nothing. It was far better than being chewed out for why the hell I took so long to answer. As I ran, I found it oddly funny how my genitals were swinging between my legs.
I dashed into the bathroom, yanked open the drawer, and pulled out the phone. Fortunately, I managed to answer before the call ended.
“Huff, huff… He-hello?”
My breathing was erratic from the sudden sprint. A late thought crossed my mind that it might not be CEO Chu, but no sooner had I thought it than a deep, cave-like voice with a thick dialect pierced my ear like a slap.
“Huff, yes, CEO. I’ve answered.”
I swallowed my breath and managed to respond calmly. After a brief silence on the other end, CEO Chu spoke.
“Ah, that’s…”
If only I weren’t such a fool, I could have just explained it as it was, but wanting to be pampered even more, I lied like a running faucet.
“I… I was doing some stretching… My body felt stiff.”
“Yes. Stretching.”
I answered, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. However.
“…Haha. No, CEO. I really was just stretching. Like national calisthenics…”
“Of course. I’m serious.”
My face flushed at the words that made me doubt my own ears. Looking into the mirror attached to the bathroom drawer, sure enough, I was red all the way down to my chest. Dick stretching. I felt like that phrase would replace the word ‘masturbation’ for the rest of my life.
After spouting that nonsense with a laugh, CEO Chu continued tenderly.
I roughly adjusted my open gown and sat down right on the closed toilet lid.
“Yes. Thanks to you… I slept soundly in the bed. Thank you, CEO.”
“Yes, sir.”
As I answered, I saw my half-erect penis between my spread legs. If only there were plenty of hair here, I’d worry less. It was smooth; not like a child, but hairless all the way to my anus. I wondered if it would look too obvious if I bought a wig and glued it on.
“Yes. I’ll eat and get to it. Please make sure you eat well too, CEO.”
Feeling like a soldier, I acted coquettishly to end the call quickly. Whether he disliked that or not, CEO Chu spoke with a hint of irritation.
“I’m sorry. I mean, I’m sorry…”
He’s the one pouring out nagging since early morning, yet he’s the one calling me a woodpecker.
“Ah, yes. I’ll… eat and do a good job… so please don’t worry… Uh, I know you’re busy, but please make sure you eat well too…”
I almost added “Promise me,” but I didn’t want to act that affectionate, so I swallowed the words. Only then did he seem satisfied, and he laughed contentedly on the other end.
“Ah… uh…”
How foolish. Whether he did it just to see my clumsy side when given an opening or not, CEO Chu seemed to be enjoying himself immensely where I couldn’t see him.
“…Yes.”
Then, Chu Gi-oh changed the subject. Completely.
“…Haha. Yes. A se-serenade.”
A few seconds of silence followed. Just as I was about to check if the call had dropped, I heard him mutter, “Ha, this fucking brat, he’s coming at me just right…” and then heavy breathing began. Ah, seriously, please… Every time I did something, the reaction came back tenfold, and it was driving me crazy. Moreover, he was the one who had poked me first this time.
Like a pervert whose arousal switch had been flipped, Chu Gi-oh began to pant.
“Y-you are…?”
“Yes?”
The sudden shout nearly blew out my eardrums. Frowning, I pulled the phone away from my ear. I let out a silent sigh and brought it back, hearing CEO Chu’s moans. He was urging me, “Hurry. Huuu, hng.” He was definitely doing ‘dick stretching.’
“Uh… um…”
I knew I’d be more pampered if I said something erotic fitting the situation, but I absolutely refused to do that, so I just blurted out random things as told. Still, I kept my tone soft as he wanted, rather than stiff.
“Did you sleep well…?”
“Uh… did you have a meal?”
It felt as if CEO Chu’s hot breath [unauthorized copy]was pushing visit our sitethrough the device. It felt like my ear was getting wet, as if I were actually being licked.
“Uh, um… what did you eat?”
“Uh, and… ah, you’re very busy today, right?”
“Ugh, yes…”
I scratched my head violently and rolled my eyes. Feeling like swearing my head off, I started blurting out whatever came to mind without passing it through my brain.
“Uh… the hotel bed here is really nice. I just kept falling asleep… I fell asleep as soon as I lay down yesterday. I guess it’s because it’s the first time in my life I’ve had such a plush bed. Oh, right. But I think I dreamed about you, CEO—”
He had just yelled at me to talk without asking, yet here he was, interrupting with a question.
“Yeees. Well…”
“Uh… just… eating together, watching a movie…”
“That?”
Half-moaning and half-swearing, CEO Chu shouted in excitement. He had taken the bait and was going wild. My right eardrum was already ringing severely from his shouting. If I told him the truth—that I had only seen his blurred silhouette at dawn and didn’t know if it was a dream or what—he might burst through the phone in immense disappointment.
“That… we were about to ‘date,’ but then I Read on Read BL Novelswoke up… I’m sorry.”
‘Dating’ (yeon-ae) wasn’t referring to a romantic outing between a man and a woman, but was slang for ‘sex.’ It was a term often used by men in their 40s or older toward young women, and Chu Gi-oh, unable to hide his age, was using it. At my apology, he panted in a deeply disappointed tone.
“…Yes, well… I guess so… haha.”
I’m the crazy one for saying I dreamed of you; how could I possibly blame you.
Chu Gi-oh stopped urging me and just continued to pant and ramble to himself.
Without giving me time to answer, Chu Gi-oh continued immediately. It was basically a monologue.
It was then. Someone knocked on the half-open bathroom door. Startled, I looked over to see Du-jik standing in the doorway. Du-jik frowned slightly at seeing me nearly falling off the toilet, then bowed his head in greeting. He then silently gestured for me to eat and disappeared. Even then, Chu Gi-oh’s beast-like panting continued.
“Yes?”
“I… I miss you.”
I answered while firmly closing the bathroom door so Du-jik wouldn’t hear, and Chu Gi-oh shouted again.
“I… I think I’m gonna die because I miss you so much… I mean, I feel like I’m dying.”
The sound of his arousal was so filthy that I squeezed my eyes shut. No, Chu Gi-oh himself was just too filthy. My stomach churned as if I were going to vomit, and I covered my Read on Read BL Novelsmouth. [stolen content]Since stolen contenthe couldn’t see me, I occasionally made gagging motions.
Before long, a shout of “Hauu, fuck!” came from the other end. For a while, long sounds of “Huu, hu, ugh, fuck” continued. In the meantime, my half-erect penis shriveled up and became soft. Even if I’d been hit with ice water, it wouldn’t have shrunk this much.
After panting heavily, Chu Gi-oh called someone loudly and ordered them to bring new clothes. Then he immediately whispered to me.
“…I’m sorry.”
“…Sorry, I mean, yes. I won’t.”
Of all things, I’m having phone sex with a man in his 40s since early morning. Is there any other young man in his early twenties with an experience as rich as mine? If I ever become a great man and write an autobiography, I feel like I could easily fill ten volumes. Seventy percent of it would probably be plastered with stories involving this super-pervert.
After a long while, CEO Chu returned to a non-aroused state. He was still repeating the act of inhaling and exhaling, but it seemed to be because he was smoking.
Tsk, CEO Chu clicked his tongue softly and spoke quickly.
“…Yes.”
“Yes.”
CEO Chu paused for a moment, then whispered in an even deeper, lower voice.
“….”
“…Yes.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. My stomach twisted at the thought of saying what he wanted.
“…Me too. I miss you a lot too, CEO…”
The call ended like that. I looked down at the phone and sighed. I had no clue where things had gone wrong. This wasn’t ‘dating’ in that kind of sense; this man was actually dating me.
Because we had played so intensely since morning, I had no appetite. Not just in words, but I felt as if I had actually gripped and shaken a dick; I had no energy. In this state, I didn’t know if I could even force food down.
Fearing Du-jik might be in the living room, I wrapped myself tightly and left the bathroom. Before coming out, I urinated, washed my hands, and did a quick face wash. What sin did Du-jik commit to be serving me, who wasn’t even part of Gimun or his Hyung?
Fortunately, Du-jik was gone. A neat breakfast table was set. Beside it lay a pair of what looked like new jeans, a white t-shirt, underwear, and socks; it seemed they were left for me to wear. Come to think of it, the clothes I had washed the day before and draped over the dining chair had all disappeared. Whether it was Du-jik or a hotel employee, whoever brought the meal must have collected my clothes. Regardless of who did the favor, I had never been treated like this before, and it felt quite uncomfortable.
My mouth had healed significantly overnight, so nothing hurt when I ate. Though my jaw still gave a sharp zing every time I chewed. I figured it would take another month for my jaw to return to normal.
I finished the side dishes and left about half the rice before getting up from the table. I craved a cigarette, but since I had none, I had to endure it.
I took the clothes into the bathroom and showered. I brushed my teeth and washed my hair, which had become a bird’s nest from sleeping while it was damp. Then, while rubbing my chest with a richly lathered shower towel, I paused. The rough texture of the towel momentarily felt like CEO Chu’s callus-covered touch. That was the trigger, and yesterday’s events flooded back into my mind randomly. The chaotic scenes of biting, licking, and madness rushed in like a bursting dam, and my face grew hot. I quickly turned the faucet to cold water. It was absurd that I, who had hated cold showers so much when staying at the coffee shop, was now pouring cold water over myself.
After finally finishing my wash, I put on the clothes over my damp, stiff body and stepped out. It was 9:30. My shift Read on Read BL Novelsstarted at 8, but I didn’t care. My debt had already grown beyond measure; my world wasn’t going to collapse just because a bit more late fee was added.
I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the first drawer of the nightstand. As Chu Gi-oh had said, my wallet was inside. But it wasn’t just the wallet; there was a sum of money placed beside it. A ‘sum’? What a modest way to put it. It looked like at least two bundles of ten-thousand won bills.
“….”
I started to count them, but then thought, What’s the point of counting this? and withdrew my hand. A sudden thought occurred to me, and I carefully placed my phone next to the wallet. Phone. Wallet. Money. I stared at them for a moment, then closed the drawer so they were out of sight. A smirk escaped me. Would this make it go away? Would that pervert Chu Gi-oh disappear from my life because of this?
I opened the drawer again and took out the phone. I placed it on the nightstand and, without touching the wallet, took a few ten-thousand won bills from beside it and tucked them into my back pocket. Just enough for today’s cigarettes and snacks. It seemed safer to keep the money and wallet here for the time being. If I lost them, I’d be the one struggling to explain it to Chu Gi-oh. Then, thinking I should buy a small bag at the market, I took one more ten-thousand won bill. Now that I had a phone to carry like a part of my body, along with the wallet, I needed a place to store it other than a pocket that might slip.
After taking the money and closing the drawer, I bit my lip and stared at the phone. Sigh. I let out a breath, picked up the phone, and opened the folder.
I pressed the message button and wrote a text to Chu Gi-oh. Now that I’d seen the money, I couldn’t just stay silent. It’s only right to express gratitude when you’re thankful.
I wrote [Thank you for the money you gave], then deleted it and wrote anew.
[Thank you for the allowance, CEO.
I’ll buy something delicious and use it well in a good place.]
I put a period at the end, hit send, and closed the folder. I felt strangely odd and scratched my eyebrow. He said he was busy, but a reply flew back from Chu Gi-oh immediately. It was a short response.
[My sincerity]
I laughed. I just burst out. Sincerity, my ass. But then I turned serious. I felt like a snob who was happy to receive a large sum of money. My back pocket, which should have felt light, felt heavier instead. The phone in my hand didn’t feel light either; it felt like a brick.
Since I had the money, I decided to take a taxi to the coffee shop and left the room, only to find Du-jik standing at the door. It seemed he had been waiting for me.
Du-jik didn’t give me a single moment to say a word and led the way to the elevator. Before I knew it, I had descended to the underground parking lot and was sitting in the backseat of the car Du-jik drove. I had tried to politely take the passenger seat, but since Du-jik opened the rear door first, I had no choice but to sit here. With a luxury black sedan and a hulking, menacing-looking Kkakdugi as the driver, I felt uneasy, as if I had actually become some kind of gangster. Though for Chu Gi-oh, this was likely just daily life.
Carrying that discomfort in my heart, I headed to the coffee shop with Du-jik. As we arrived and I prepared to get out, Du-jik spoke to me for the first time.
“I’ll come pick you up, so call me as soon as you’re finished. Don’t go anywhere until I arrive; just wait right here. You know you’re sleeping at the hotel again today, right?”
Handing me his business card, Du-jik immediately corrected himself.
“Actually, it’d be better if you just called me. There ain’t no set time for when things wrap up here, is there?”
“I can find my own way back…”
“Then I’m a dead man. This is a job the Big Brother ordered me to do.”
“Ah… yes.”
If I didn’t listen, it was these people, not I, who stolen contentwould suffer. Complying meekly was ultimately the best way to help Du-jik.
I stepped out of the car and offered my farewells.
“Then I’ll see you later.”
“Yes.”
“Ah, wait…”
“Yes?”
Just as I was about to close the car door, something occurred to me, and I poked my head back in to look at Du-jik. At my gesture, he craned his neck further back to look at me.
“Is there somethin’ you want to say?”
“It’s just… please, feel free to speak comfortably with me. You’re older than I am, so it makes me very uncomfortable when you use formal language…”
“Older? I’m your younger brother, sir. I turned twenty-two this year. I was an early birthday, so I’m friends with guys a year older, but still.”
“What?”
I was so shocked that I accidentally shouted. I tried to recover belatedly, saying, “Ah, I, I see…” [visit our site]but stolen contentDu-jik’s cheeks had already turned a [stolen content]light shade of red. However, he seemed used to it, even while blushing. Du-jik frowned awkwardly, as if he had expected me to think that.
“It’s alright. I’ve always had an old face. Oh, you know Jang-bae Hyung, right? He’s actually my real brother.”
“Ah! No wonder…! I mean, I did think you looked a lot alike… haha.”
“Somehow, we brothers ended up eatin’ from the same pot and livin’ together like this.”
For the first time, Du-jik smiled at me. His menacing lips twisted, and a smile that didn’t quite look like a smile cast over his face.
“Until it came to this, Hyung’s opposition was fierce. He nagged me so much to just study hard, I nearly died from my ears bleedin’. Study, my foot—a blockhead who’s dead last in the whole school is lucky if he doesn’t cause trouble.”
“Ah…”
It wasn’t that he lacked words; it was just that he hadn’t had the chance to open the floodgates. Once the dam broke, Du-jik’s mouth chattered without pause.
“There’s a fifteen-year gap between me and my Hyung. I’m the baby of the family, after all.”
“The… baby?”
“Yes. Father’s already gone, and Mother’s lyin’ in a nursing hospital over there, so Hyung raised me like a son. In place of Mom and Dad.”
“Ah…”
“Even after joinin’ the company, because of Hyung, I don’t do any hard work; I’ve just been drivin’ like this for two years. But it fits my aptitude well, so I ain’t got a single complaint.”
“I… I see.”
A “baby” is supposed to be cute, but Du-jik was absolutely not. He was so steadfast that I wondered if there could be a more reliable eldest son. To be honest, his face looked more like a thirty-year-old than a twenty-two-year-old. Perhaps Jang-bae had also grown up with an old face like Du-jik, only to finally look his age as he got older.
“Anyway, I’m quite clumsy ’cause I’m still actin’ like the baby. I’m a bit lacking in the head, too. Even if I don’t meet your expectations, I’ll work hard, so could you put in a good word for me with the Big Brother and my Hyung? If word gets out that I messed up, I’ll get chewed out somethin’ awful.”
“Of course… You’re being so kind to me, so naturally.”
When I waved my hand to tell him absolutely not to worry about that, Du-jik smiled once more. As expected, it was a terrifying smile.
“Then I’ll be goin’. Make sure you call me when you’re done.”
I watched Du-jik’s car drive away for a long time. I felt as if I had been hit hard on the back of my head and couldn’t snap out of it. Twenty-two years old. The words “Heaven is truly heartless” escaped my lips involuntarily.
As soon as I turned toward the coffee shop, I stepped backward. It was because several girls were clinging to the window like gnats on a screen. Ms. Byeol, Su, Ms. Hyeon, and for some reason, even Min had come to work today and were staring directly at me. Ms. Jin was also sitting near the window, but she alone was staring straight ahead. She was simply puffing on a cigarette with an indifferent face, but I knew all too well that this was out of consideration for me.
For some reason, I was afraid to enter and lingered in front of the door for a while. The moment I resolved to stop stalling and go in, the door opened and Ms. Jin stepped out. She was holding two bundles of coffee.
Ms. Jin handed me the car keys and said,
“Let’s go. Samhwa Auto Body.”
Fuck, that charisma.
To not fall for a woman like her would be practically the same as being dead.
I had received the phone, but not the charger, so the battery was critically low. I couldn’t bring myself to plug it in at the shop because I was conscious of Kim Jeong-suk. Knowing this, Ms. Jin offered hers. Taking my phone to charge it, she said,
“Let’s exchange numbers while we’re at it. Even if we’re headed for the end, shouldn’t we at least walk away with one good connection? Right?”
A good connection.
As I exchanged numbers with Ms. Jin, I chewed over the phrase “good connection” several times. The fact that I had become a “good connection” to someone felt like a great gift, and I was grateful. If I could be regarded as such by even one person, perhaps I had lived a decent enough life. Perhaps it was a life worth continuing to live, tied to that connection.
I stared at her number, which started with 017, for a long time before saving her name. Since “Ms. Jin” wasn’t a name befitting a “good connection,” I saved her as “Eun-jin Noona.” Just by changing the name, my heart felt warm, as if I had suddenly gained an older sister.
Curious about what she had saved me as, I tried calling her, pretending it was a mistake. Min-jo. Simply “Min-jo.” I might have been slightly disappointed if she had saved me as Woo Min-jo, but it was saved at a distance perfectly appropriate for our relationship, so I didn’t mind.
Eun-jin Noona and Min-jo. A relationship neither too close nor too distant. A relationship where we would feel awkward if left alone. A relationship where it’s hard to bring up big or small favors, but one where we would willingly grant them if the other asked. For people like us, this was exactly what a “good connection” looked like.
Then I realized I hadn’t saved CEO Chu’s number yet. I checked to see if he had already done it, but only numbers appeared. I selected his number and pressed save. I considered “CEO Chu,” but wrote “CEO Chu Gi-oh.” I thought about adding a “★” as a mark [Read on Read BL Novels]of specialness for when he might see it later, but I decided against it, fearing it would look too cringey or like I was sucking up. He’s a guy who reads all my thoughts and actions; would he not notice this? Rather, I was afraid that if he saw the star, he might get excited like he did this morning.
Around the time the phone was nearly charged, an order came in from the billiard hall, and I headed out for delivery with Ms. Jin and Su. Starting from then, I worked without rest until dinner time. There were more orders than usual today, but since being busy was better than idling quietly in the shop, both I and the girls went around smiling without any sign of dislike.
On the way back from the last delivery, I stopped by a general store in the market and bought a small shoulder bag. It was a plain black bag, but Ms. Byeol, who had come along, said, “Why not buy the yellow one instead? Yellow suits you,” and pressed a bright yellow bag with a long, strange string against my body.
“You wore yellow shorts back then, didn’t you? It’d be a perfect match if you wore it with those pants.”
At those words, Ms. Jin, who had been looking at some hats, frowned. With her black hat pulled low, she approached us, snatched the bag from Ms. Byeol’s hand, and threw it far away.
“Cut it out. He ain’t a crazy person; who the hell walks around with a bag and pajamas? You want people to rumor that he’s a nutjob?”
Even though the store owner glared at us, Ms. Jin didn’t flinch in the slightest.
In that moment, I wished this woman were my sister. Not my woman, but my sister. If that were the case, I would have spent my entire school life studying like a proper student, just like Ms. Jin’s younger brother, and entered a university.
I didn’t attend school to study; I clung to it desperately just to escape, even for a moment, from debt collectors and family abuse. Back then, school was my only sanctuary. That’s why I hated vacations the most.
Of course, I could have stayed at school by taking supplementary classes during the break, but because neither my father nor mother ever paid the fees, I couldn’t attend even though I wanted to. They told me to spend that time working part-time at a coffee shop or running errands for them. Buying liquor, buying cigarettes, borrowing cash to give to my gambling-mad father, and dealing with the debt collectors who came to the house. My brother, four years older than me, had dropped out of middle school early and left home long ago, so all those filthy tasks were my burden.
Woo Min-soo. Fuck, Woo Min-soo. Even though he was my brother, he was no different from a stranger. We were half-siblings, not born from the same mother, and because he was bullied by my mother behind my father’s back, our relationship naturally soured. Pitifully, Woo Min-soo was as miserable as I was, but since he beat me every single day as a way to vent his anger, I didn’t have a shred of heart to view him kindly.
He would order me, a young child who knew nothing, to steal cigarettes and soju from the supermarket. After running [unauthorized copy]away from home, he would secretly visit and tell me to steal cash from my mother’s wallet. When I refused, he would say, “Are you becoming like your mother? You shouldn’t be like that,” trying to force me to carry the guilt that my mother should have felt.
Perhaps because we were such enemies, we had nothing in common. Neither in appearance nor personality. Woo Min-soo was a spitting image of my father, and I was a spitting image of my mother, so no one knew we were brothers. It was a blessing in disguise.
In any case, if school was my sanctuary until I was nineteen, it changed to the military once I became an adult. For that reason, I went to the military with excitement, while others were desperate to avoid it. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I attended middle school just to enlist.
Around the time I was promoted to Corporal, Woo Min-soo once came to visit me. He came with a friend he said he met in a prison cell, bringing fried chicken. He spent the entire visit mocking me, saying he’d never seen anyone as stubborn as me, and then left after eating all the chicken themselves without giving me a single piece. All I received from them that day were mocking insults and filthily picked-over chicken bones.
After that day, I repeatedly dreamed of ravenously eating fried chicken until I was discharged. It was a nightmare of sorts. Thanks to that, I stopped touching fried chicken altogether.
Woo Min-soo. Fuck, Woo Min-soo. He was a filthy brother who didn’t act his age, but there was one thing I was grateful for. I remember it was around the winter break of my third year of middle school. One early morning when my drunken father was throwing a violent fit. Cutting through the screams of my father and mother, which sounded like a construction site, Woo Min-soo suddenly appeared and did something shocking. He launched a sudden kick toward my dead-drunk father.
‘This fucker is still doing this! Just die! Just fucking die, you filthy piece of shit! Stop causing so much damage!’
As if to prove he was the spawn of a beast, Woo Min-soo raged like an animal and beat my father. Then, using his size and strength, he extorted money from my mother and set off on another long journey. Out of the resentment of being beaten by his own child, my father spent several days huddled in the corner of the room drinking; that was the first time I realized that man could actually drink quietly.
But the reason I was grateful to Woo Min-soo was different. Because shortly after that violence, my father’s movements gradually became sluggish. About two weeks later, he reached a state where he could barely use half of his body, but because he was such a loathsome human being, neither I nor my mother bothered to look at him or try to find the reason. However, as someone who was present at the scene of that violence, there was no way I didn’t know the reason. It was because he had been beaten by Woo Min-soo. Out of all the places, his head had been kicked the most, so there was no way he could be fine.
After that, my father passed away in less than a month. Even in that state, he crawled around searching for liquor to drink, and then one night when the snow was falling heavily. He slipped on the stairs and died instantly on the spot. A narrow alley, steep stairs. I still clearly remember looking down at the corpse, sprawled like a piece of clothing blown away by the wind, amidst the crowd. His neck was snapped sharply. Seeing that, I only let out a sound—’euuu.’ Not a cry, just a sound.
And so, my father left and my mother’s world began, but it was more of the same, if not worse. Whether she wanted compensation for the past or not, my mother began spending money only on herself. It started with borrowing a few hundred thousand won, but whether she felt a thrill in being able to pay it back or simply stopped seeing money as money, the amount gradually grew. Fifty, hundred. Two hundred, three hundred, five hundred, thousand. And then, three thousand from Kim Jeong-suk. Not knowing the fear of interest, not knowing the fear of blood-ghosts. Not giving a fuck that her child’s life was becoming a gutter of sewage because of her.
The money from Kim Jeong-suk was closer to being stolen [visit our site]and run away with than borrowed, but because I was firmly caught by that, I ended up meeting Chu Gi-oh, stolen contentwhich resulted in a more terrifying outcome than using illegal private loans.
After telling all these stories to Ms. Byeol, I wanted to ask. For someone like me, does black suit me, or does yellow?
But the reason I chose black wasn’t because of my murky life, but simply because the color itself wasn’t flashy and was the most unremarkable. I am not a sentimental person, so I hated linking things in that way and bemoaning my circumstances. That was also why I tried so hard not to cry.
Ms. Jin nudged me as I was lost in thought, looking at the yellow bag the owner had put back.
“Since we’re out, let’s eat at the market. My treat. Min-jo, what do you want? Snacks?”
“Oh, Unni. You’re spending some money today!”
“Bullshit. Just think quickly about what you want to eat.”
Ms. Byeol, who had managed to get a coin purse from Ms. Jin, chattered excitedly. The foul mood from thinking about my dirty past vanished for a moment, and a laugh escaped me. Letting the corners of my mouth rise, I followed the two of them, moving my phone from my pocket to the bag.
The phone felt lighter than it did this morning. From a brick to something like a 500ml water bottle. With this weight, it might be manageable to carry around.
As I said, sentimentality isn’t my style. I’d prefer action. Or a thriller. Romance isn’t even worth mentioning.
Regardless of preference, if my life until now had been close to a melodrama, it was correct to say that after meeting Chu Gi-oh, I had definitely switched to a thriller. Though Chu Gi-oh might think his own life had switched from action to romance.
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