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Song-ah rested her chin on her hand as she stared at the large screen in the lecture hall, filling it with English letters, and took notes.
“Did you get a part-time job?”
Jin-han, who had been sitting beside her and stealing glances at her all along, finally asked. It was clear that his focus wasn’t on studying but on her. He hadn’t even opened his book once, only staring at her through the black titanium glasses he usually wore while studying.
“I’m waiting for them to contact me. They said they’d reply by today, so if I don’t hear back, I’ll look elsewhere.”
“Why there? There are cafés or family restaurants too.”
“The hours suit me best, and the pay is decent. Besides, I’m not planning to work there long-term, so there’s no need to overthink it.”
“Nothing happened yesterday, right? I was worried when I couldn’t reach you.”
If Kim Jong-seop were really his uncle, then their bloodlines were somewhat intertwined. Jin-han seemed unusually concerned.
Compared to Kim Jong-seop, whose default response was always something dismissive like “So what,” Jin-han was different. After meeting Kim Jong-seop, Song-ah started noticing things she hadn’t before. Maybe this was what normal concern looked like—perhaps she’d been blind to it earlier because of him. In other words, Kim Jong-seop was far from normal.
Her head throbbed. That crazy bastard had followed her into the academy and turned her mind upside down.
“I was tired and slept a bit. Thanks for the pig’s feet.”
“Nah, you did well. They say you need to sleep properly during gap years.”
He spoke as though he weren’t the one taking a gap year. She didn’t know why Jin-han had decided to retake the exam in the first place.
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After leaving the academy, they stopped by a snack bar and ordered gimbap and tteokbokki. As Song-ah picked up a piece of gimbap, she glanced around. The place was bustling with students tied together by the same goal: studying. Messy ponytails, glasses, backpacks—it was all familiar.
“What are you going to do now?”
Jin-han asked between bites of pickled radish. It was still broad daylight, and his tone suggested he didn’t expect much else.
What else could a repeater student do besides study—or rest in preparation for more studying?
“Repeater students should go home and study. Why do you talk as if you’re not one?”
“Me? Do I look like someone who studies to you?”
“No.”
She chose to eat in silence. This conversation didn’t seem likely to go anywhere smooth.
As she sipped the warm broth that came with the gimbap, her phone buzzed. A text message.
It was from the restaurant where she’d applied.
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“I can’t trust your word, you know.”
Jong-seop held a kettlebell in one hand, swinging it toward the man kneeling before him like a hammer ready to strike. Despite its obvious weight, Jong-seop handled the kettlebell effortlessly, as if it were an extension of his body. Blood and flesh clung to it from previous victims.
Each time the iron grazed the man’s forehead, he squeezed his eyes shut like someone playing Russian roulette with their life.
“How many chances should I give you, Hee-sung?”
Even though the swing appeared casual, it was deliberate. The man crawled forward like a dog, clutching Jong-seop’s pant leg.
“If… if you’d just give me another chance…”
“No, I’m genuinely curious. Did you think running away meant I wouldn’t find you?”
“If you let me finish this project successfully, I swear I’ll pay you back. I mean it.”
“You know what’s funny about guys like you? You’re fucking useless.”
With a flick of his foot, Jong-seop tapped the trembling man’s head, forcing his torso to slump forward. He ground the cigarette ash into the back of the man’s skull and laughed cruelly.
“If you’re desperate, sell yourself. Your dignity isn’t worth shit. Right? Isn’t that so?”
This tired script—they must have all learned it from some shared manual, damn it.
On any other day, Jong-seop would’ve delivered a solid blow to the man’s face and been done with it, but today he felt unusually merciful. Last night’s satisfying session had softened him.
“Fine. Since we don’t want to lose out completely, killing you right now seems excessive. How much time should I give you? Whether you meet my expectations remains to be seen.”
“One month… please, just one month.”
“A month, huh…”
Jong-seop trailed off, feigning contemplation. In reality, he was pondering how best to torment the man further. Pressing the kettlebell against the man’s head, he lit a cigarette. Yoon-do approached from behind, lighter in hand. At Jong-seop’s request, Yoon-do handed over a small knife.
The cigarette crushed against the man’s skull, burning flesh and hair. Amidst the stench, Jong-seop grabbed the knife and delivered his verdict.
“Let’s make it next week. While I wait, maybe I’ll jerk off? Yoon-do, you heard me, right?”
“Yes, hyung-nim.”
“Hee-sung. I’m giving you another chance because it’s you. But if you disappoint me again, I’ll be… sad. Very sad.”
His tone carried no trace of pity. Jong-seop licked his lips and smirked faintly.
“You don’t want to roll around in the mud with me, do you?”
The man, whose head was now scorched, nodded as he pressed his face into the floor.
“Still, just in case, shouldn’t I take your arm as collateral?”
With a glance at Yoon-do, Jong-seop kicked away the man’s hand gripping his pants.
“Where do you get off touching me? Am I yours?”
Annoyed, Jong-seop kicked the trembling man’s hand away. Watching him squirm ignited a violent laugh deep within Jong-seop’s chest.
“Fine. For now, I’ll let you live.”
Tossing the knife back to his subordinate, Jong-seop watched as the terrified man drooled and nodded, gratitude—or something close to it—etched across his face.
“If you’d cooperated from the start, we wouldn’t have wasted energy like this. Wouldn’t that have been better?”
“Please spare me, please!”
“I already said I’m letting you live. What did you not hear? Yoon-do!”
At the call, Yoon-do dragged the man by his hair and hauled him out of the office.
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Early that morning, Jong-seop had gone to headquarters to meet with the boss, Kwon-seok, and spent the afternoon cleaning up after the mess caused by his sister-in-law. She was a constant source of trouble, endlessly entangled with men, causing Kwon-seok endless grief. Both here and there, dicks never seemed to stop chasing her.
Kwon-seok and his sister-in-law locked eyes as she lay spread-eagle after their session. Her humiliation made her squirm. For some reason, looking at her face reminded him of Yoon Song-ah. That infuriating woman who had been occupying his thoughts lately.
While listening to the sounds of Kwon-seok and his sister-in-law, Jong-seop masturbated—but his mind was on Yoon Song-ah. The act left him unsatisfied. The fact that he’d pleasured himself thinking of someone who wasn’t even present irked him.
Why had he done that? He’d torn apart countless mouths with his own blade, yet the scratch on Yoon Song-ah’s lips bothered him inexplicably. It was clearly made by a man’s slap—Yoon Hyung-woo’s, most likely. No doubt she’d come running to him, begging for help to deal with Yoon Hyung-woo. It wasn’t even a guess.
It was laughable. Someone like him, who split skulls open like it was second nature, was obsessing over a scratch on a girl’s face. If Choi Si-baek saw this, he’d never stop laughing.
Come to think of it, two winters ago, her expression had been exactly the same.
Eyes hiding pain beneath a hard shell, trying not to cry.
“Hyung-nim.”
One of Jong-seop’s subordinates approached, asking how to handle the situation.
“Just rough him up a bit and send him off.”
“...Yes.”
“Anything else you want? Something more fun?”
“No.”
“It’s fine, speak freely. If you want, I’ll even make him suck your dick.”
“No, I’ll do as you say.”
Watching his subordinate bow and disappear without a hint of a smile, even at his joke, Jong-seop lit another cigarette. Boring fellow. And, of course, a curse followed.
He sank his weary body into the chair, propping his long legs up on the glass table.
When he finished his cigarette, Geon-ju opened the office door and came in.
They had worked together, serving the same boss, and Geon-ju was close to Si-baek as well.
Geon-ju, who had been on a business trip to Tokyo to finalize the hotel construction, had returned after nearly a month. They had met and had breakfast together with their boss that morning. What more did he want, so annoyingly?
“Darling, did you wait long? Let’s go get drunk.”
“Busy.”
“Everyone knows you’re free.”
“Ugh, fine, let’s go.”
“I’m paying today, so get ready to strip for me. Let’s drink some gaoliang wine.”
Even as Jong-seop watched Cha Geon-ju prattle on, he thought of the small woman lying on the cheap mat, showering herself with her own urine after tasting his cock, shaking her vagina. Her fair face, enduring the orgasm as she clutched her breasts, bigger than his head.
“What are you doing, not going?”
Then, he suddenly became curious. Two years ago, that winter, why was she barefoot in the dawn like that?
Was it because of Yoon Hyung-woo then, too?
Reflecting on the past made him a little more curious about Yoon Song-ah. Just a little more.
Damn it, how is she any different from the others? He’ll get tired of her soon, like he always does. Why bother being curious? Jong-seop shook off the curiosity clinging to him, clearing her from his mind.
It was ridiculous to dwell on something that had flashed by like lightning two years ago, something he wouldn’t normally do. What was the big deal?
“Should we call everyone? Choi Si-baek won’t come anyway, but even Dong-seop...”
“Stop it, you bastard.”
Jong-seop left the office, chewing on Song-ah’s memory.
Geon-ju, sitting in the passenger seat, watched Jong-seop, who showed no sign of getting out of the driver’s seat. He had said they were going for gaoliang wine, then switched to soju, and now he was sitting here, staring at something. Where Jong-seop’s gaze was fixed was an alley with a restaurant he had never seen before. It looked like a diner. What was he thinking? He wasn’t acting like his usual self.
Just then, a woman popped out of the restaurant, throwing away trash and rolling up her sleeves, as if they were cumbersome. White skin, a white face, and a voluptuous figure that caught his eye, even though she was almost completely covered by her apron. Jong-seop had seen countless women. There was no one specific who came to mind as someone he had his eye on.
Like the planets revolving around the sun, the earth rotating on its axis daily and orbiting annually, and water boiling at 100 degrees, it was something no one would find strange, something too obvious.
Just like getting up in the morning and peeing with an erection, eating, and smoking, women clinging to Jong-seop was a natural phenomenon, so much so that Choi Si-baek, their boss Kwon-seok, the chairman, and no one else even mentioned it. Not that he had ever been seen having a serious relationship with one woman. He saw women every day, whether he wanted to or not, so it was unimaginable that there would be something special among them, let alone at that diner.
So, Geon-ju didn’t think much of it even when Jong-seop stared out the window at the woman.
“Come on, let’s go.”
“Don’t rush me. I’ll make you drink till you drop tonight.”
“I’ll drop waiting for you.”
Eventually, they got out of the car and entered the restaurant Jong-seop had been staring at.
“Why a diner when there are so many other places? Didn’t you have dinner?”
Song-ah, busy wiping tables, greeted them with a “Welcome,” even as she continued to wipe. Despite wearing loose sweatpants and a plain T-shirt, she caught the eye. It was the body that had been crying in his arms until yesterday. The body that smelled only of Kim Jong-seop’s semen. She moved around the hall, and Jong-seop felt inexplicably good. He hadn’t even drunk, but he already felt a warm, melting sensation below his chest.
“Can I take your order...”
Song-ah, finally approaching his table, froze visibly.
He didn’t think he had ever seen Yoon Song-ah look so flustered. Her changing expressions gave him pleasure. In these days of monotonous routine, it felt like a rare, unpredictable variable had entered his life. It wasn’t bad. It was one of the few pleasures he had these days.
“Are you holding a memorial service instead of taking orders? Did you already send me to the afterlife?”
“...Would you like to order?”
“We wouldn’t be sitting here if we weren’t going to order.”
Geon-ju, noticing the unusual atmosphere, glanced at Song-ah. At Jong-seop’s nod, telling him to order whatever he wanted, Geon-ju ordered the most appealing set menu and watched Song-ah walk away.
“Are you now hitting on hardworking young women?”
“Eat your food.”
“The food hasn’t even come out yet. And you’re the one who wanted to come here.”
The drinks they ordered arrived first. Geon-ju quickly opened the bottle and filled their glasses.
“Hey, but she’s not from an adult entertainment place, so how...?”
“Yoon Hyung-woo’s daughter, no, granddaughter.”
“Yoon Hyung-woo? That Chalet Yoon Hyung-woo? You’re now...”
“She came to me first.”
“You don’t look too happy about it. She’s seen your dick, hasn’t she? Did you drug her? Put something in her vagina?”
“If I had drugs, I would have made someone suck your dick, not come to me. Do you even have a brain, you college graduate?”
“I’m getting brain-shamed by Kim Jong-seop. If it were Choi Si-baek, I’d at least feel less wronged.”
Even as he joked with Geon-ju, Jong-seop’s eyes were fixed on Song-ah, who was busily bringing out side dishes. It bothered him to see her walking around in front of other men, but half the world was men, and he wasn’t so narrow-minded or conservative as to keep her locked up at home. No, conservatism and Kim Jong-seop were polar opposites.
But somehow, it bothered him, it bothered him a lot.
“But you’re crashing there. You saved the contract that fell through... Who am I talking to? My mouth hurts. Stop staring, you’re going to put a hole in her.”
Yoon Song-ah, having finished serving the previous table, walked over and began to bring out the side dishes. Cha Geon-ju, who had been talking animatedly, observed Yoon Song-ah with curious eyes. Good figure, pretty face, was there anything else special? His eyes were openly assessing her. Jong-seop scoffed silently, even as he wondered about himself.
He had seen plenty of women with good figures and pretty faces. Even if not as good as Yoon Song-ah, they were still pretty. If he just wanted to relieve himself, he didn’t necessarily need Yoon Song-ah. But why did he keep being drawn to her?
Was it because their sexual chemistry was amazing? If that was it, he could just sleep with her a few more times. Then he would get tired of her, and if they had slept together so much that she could get pregnant, he would have already fallen out of love.
Or was it because her struggle to survive reminded him of himself from a decade ago? Was he seeing his past self in Yoon Song-ah? Nonsense. Jong-seop scoffed. There was nothing more pathetic than being emotionally involved.
Well, he could just sleep with her until he was empty-headed, and it would end eventually.
He thought there would be an end. So, he didn’t hesitate. Eventually, it would end, so why save her body, why save her vagina? He could sleep with her until he was tired and exhausted, until he couldn’t think of her anymore.
It was primitive, but it was the surest way. And he would have no regrets when it was over.
He wouldn’t be tempted by someone he had finished with.
The stew that Yoon Song-ah had placed on the table began to boil. Her wrist, as she placed the still-hot stew, was white.
“Enjoy your meal. Oh...”
Yoon Song-ah, stepping back after placing the last side dish, knocked a water glass with her elbow. The clanging sound of metal hitting the stone floor was loud, but insignificant. No one else in the restaurant paid any attention, and neither did he.
“I’m sorry. I’ll get another glass.”
But she couldn’t even lift her head, looking so troubled as she picked up the broken glass. He noticed water had splashed on his shoes, but he didn’t bother to point it out. Since she was a part-timer, it was understandable that she would be flustered after making a mistake.
Song-ah, looking slightly dejected, brought another glass, bowing her head. Just as she bowed, he noticed a red mark on her left wrist. Had something hot splashed on it? Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled it towards him. Startled, she snatched her hand away.
Her reaction was markedly different from when they were alone. She had shown signs of dislike, but never this openly, recoiling from him as if he had touched something forbidden.
She shrank back, her face showing obvious distress, and Geon-ju chuckled.
The other customers, who had been focused on their own meals, glanced over.
“No, no. Why are you making her uncomfortable? Go back to work.”
Watching her walk away as if she had been waiting for him to say that, Geon-ju’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
“If you keep doing that, she’ll get fired. She looks like a part-timer. Does she have to lose her job because of some random jerk? Hey, Yoon-do!”
Geon-ju called for Heo Yoon-do, saying, “You look terrible taking care of him. We need to feed Yoon-do something.” Yoon-do, who had rushed over after receiving Geon-ju’s call, bowed politely and sat across from them.
“You’re here, sit down. Our Yoon-do. You look so worn out serving that jerk of a boss.”
“No, sir.”
“Is that a denial of the former or the latter? You’re saying he’s a jerk but you don’t look worn out, right?”
“Excuse me?”
“He’s still saying ‘excuse me.’ So slow-witted. Was our Yoon-do married? Do you have your own vagina?”
Cha Geon-ju kept throwing out vulgar jokes as he drank.
Yoon Song-ah, having finished her shift, took off her apron and left the restaurant. As soon as the face that had been lingering in front of him disappeared from his sight, his mood plummeted. Even though he lived by animal instincts, ignoring reason, his emotions were extremely simple.
“Let’s go, Yoon-do.”
Jong-seop, who had picked up Heo Yoon-do’s soju glass and placed it back on the table, stood up. He tossed a hundred-thousand-won check on the table and left the restaurant.
“Where are you going? Hey! You bastard.”
As soon as he stepped outside, he lit a cigarette.
The smoke filling his lungs was sweeter with Cha Geon-ju’s curses ringing in his ears.
Damn sweet. He watched Song-ah’s backside as she walked away, her plump buttocks swaying, and took another deep drag on his cigarette.
Jong-seop leaned back in the backseat, watching Yoon Song-ah’s back as she walked. The car followed slowly, maintaining a constant distance.
“Sir, should we give her a ride?”
“Let her be. I want to watch her a bit more.”
He was curious what Yoon Song-ah did when she wasn’t with him.
What’s there to be curious about, you bastard? He cursed at himself.
He gently stroked his erect cock and watched Song-ah’s cheek as she walked briskly. She was talking on the phone, answering calmly even with an indifferent expression. It was unlikely she would talk to Yoon Hyung-woo with that expression, so he ruled out family.
Two years ago, when she ran out barefoot, was it because of that Lee Sang-heon or Lee Ha-heon guy, like today?
Even if it wasn’t Lee Ha-heon, it must have been because of someone like him.
He could have pulled over, put Song-ah in the car, and thrust his erection into her, but he decided to watch her a little longer. Yoon Song-ah maintaining her composure wasn’t bad either. He was so used to seeing her flustered, crying, or annoyed when she was with him.
“Damn it, she’s smiling so prettily. Who is she talking to that makes her smile like that?”
He watched her smiling face, uncharacteristically patient. He could faintly hear her chatter, though he couldn’t make out what she was saying. He wanted to hear, but he didn’t dare get closer, afraid that she would spot him and stop smiling.
He was acting like he was in a damn romance. Normally, he would have just grabbed her, put her in the car, and fucked her, but watching Yoon Song-ah from afar wasn’t bad either.
When she was alone with him, she was always anxious, restless, wary, or just watching his every move. But when she was alone, she was calm and composed. He had never seen her smile like that.
“Sir, should we take care of Yoon Hyung-woo?”
“Leave him alone. He’ll come to me if he needs to.”
“But if we leave him like that, he might...”
“We need to make him come to us. If we give him everything he wants, he’ll never be tamed.”
Yoon Hyung-woo was someone he could deal with anytime, so there was no need to worry. Since the old man was still useful, he might as well use him until he wasn’t needed anymore.
“Yoon Hyung-woo won’t just leave it at that. He’s no ordinary old man. And Lee Sang-heon, that guy who used to work at a host bar, is known for drugging and raping people, both men and women. If he sends his men after her again, like last time...”
“The more he does that, the more desperate she’ll become. She’ll come running to me, begging for my cock. Why bother?”
Jong-seop let go of his cock and lit a cigarette. There were plenty of places to plant his seed, so there was no point in wasting it in a condom.
To him, Yoon Hyung-woo and Lee Sang-heon were just tools to make Yoon Song-ah come to him.
He could crush them anytime, but there was no need to.
The closer you are to the edge of a cliff, the more desperate you are for salvation. One rope is precious, and because it’s the only one, it becomes even more desperate, leaving no room for reason.
Women always came to him first. There was never an exception. Even if they acted proud, they eventually came to him, saying they wanted him. You’re no different, he thought arrogantly. So, he saw no reason to give her what she wanted.
Other women bored him as soon as they came running to him, eager for his attention. But why did he want Yoon Song-ah to come to him first? It was pride. You’ll come to me too, begging for my cock, begging to be pregnant, begging me to eat your pussy. Just imagining Yoon Song-ah running into his arms made him feel good.
Jong-seop watched Song-ah intently, thinking that.
Yoon Song-ah’s smile faded as she talked on the phone. His own elated mood, which had been soaring, also took a dip. If it wasn’t him or Yoon Hyung-woo, who was taking away her smile? Yoon Song-ah seemed to have more enemies than he thought. Was it because she was so beautiful and radiant?
In fact, she was a woman who was like sunshine, someone who would never suit him. She had many enemies, even her own family.
It seemed to be because of the people walking towards her, two women with long hair, jeans, and white cardigans, and short hair and linen skirts. They were the ones who had stolen the smile from Yoon Song-ah.
The woman who was talking to Yoon Song-ah glared at her as if she wanted to rip her eyes out and slap her. They looked like they were barely twenty or twenty-one. So young. The women poked Yoon Song-ah’s forehead and giggled.
Those bitches are touching her perfect forehead.
Yoon-do, watching him through the rearview mirror, asked if he should take care of them.
“Leave them alone. What are you going to do, get involved in their little squabble?”
“But they look like they’re about to hit her.”
“She’s the type to hit back twice as hard if she gets hit once.”
Even as he said that, his eyes were fixed on the fingertips of the girls poking her forehead. Jong-seop tapped his foot and bit his lip. Just wait and see, I’ll show you how to win a fight, he thought briefly. Then, Yoon Song-ah brushed their hands away, said something, and started walking again.
What did she say that made them glare at her, their faces red as if they had been slapped three times?
He burst out laughing. Yoon Song-ah’s back looked relieved after giving them a taste of their own medicine.
She’s no ordinary woman.
He was laughing when his phone rang. It was his boss.
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