A Stick is the Cure for a Crazy Woman (2)
A Stick is the Cure for a Crazy Woman (2)
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"Huh? Why are they coming back out?"
The flashy car door opens, and two people step out.
They walk stomping along, cross paths in front of the hood, and get back into the car. Only the driver's seat and passenger seat have swapped.
Vroom.
Someone muttered, watching the CLS drive off with a roaring engine sound.
"Come to think of it, that bastard Hong Min-jun didn't have a license."
"...Even without a license, his face is good enough that a woman drives for him. What a fucked-up world."
"You said it was your dream car, so why don't you have a license?"
"So what if I don't? Are people without licenses not allowed to have dream cars?"
I'm going to succeed and ride in a car driven by a chauffeur.
Why would I drive myself when it's dangerous and annoying?
Just you wait, once I become a player making tens of billions in annual salary, I'll hire a chauffeur and...
"Then I'll give you this once you get your license."
"I'll register for driving school tomorrow."
I, Hong Min-jun.
Actually, I wanted to learn how to drive. I was debating when to get my driver's license, and tomorrow is the first day.
"But where are we going now?"
"There's a place."
"What 'place'? This is the way to my house."
"No, it's not."
I may not have a license, but I'm not blind.
Just because I don't drive doesn't mean I have no sense of direction.
"I asked where we're going."
"Stop whining. It's annoying."
Unbelievable.
Whining? Me?
If I were actually whining, I wouldn't feel so wronged. She drives the car without telling me the destination, so am I not even allowed to ask where we're going?
The words that had risen to my throat instantly went back down.
"I'll give you this, so be quiet."
While the car was briefly stopped at a red light, the Crazy Woman suddenly leaned over to the passenger seat.
I was sniffing the sweet shampoo scent wafting from her silky hair that had suddenly come right in front of my face, when the Crazy Woman, rummaging through the small storage space in front of the passenger seat, the glove box, pulled something out and handed it to me.
A small, beautifully wrapped box that felt slightly heavy.
I shook it, but I couldn't tell what it was.
"What is this?"
"It's yours."
"I'm asking what it is."
"Stop whining!"
"......."
If it weren't a gift, I would have... I grumbled to myself and unwrapped it to find the latest Apple Phone.
"What is this?"
"Apple Phone."
"Who asked that? I'm asking why you're giving it to me."
"I saved my number in it. Use that."
"Hey. Do I look like a beggar to you? If you give me something, I'll just—"
"Check the trunk more. There's an Apple Pod and an Apple Pad too, take those as well."
"—I'll gratefully accept and use it well. Yes."
Ah, I can't resist the Apple series.
I opened the glove box, took out the wrapped boxes, and unwrapped them; sure enough, they were the latest Apple Company products.
Hmm.
Should I think of this as compensation for that unpleasant incident last time?
My god. Where did the Crazy Woman from before go, and why has a kind-hearted Santa Claus appeared?
I still feel a bit bitter because the resentment hasn't fully faded, but since I received a gift, it's only right to say thank you.
I barely managed to move my stiff lips to offer my thanks.
"Uh, um... first of all, thanks."
"...Huh?"
"I said thanks."
Did she not expect a thank you?
I'm not that stingy with expressing gratitude. Even if I were, if I didn't say thank you after receiving something like this, would I even be human?
...That's what I thought, but it seems she's different.
She was so flustered that she was stuttering while looking at me, even though she was driving.
...Huh? Driving?
"Ah, the front! Look ahead!! Look ahead, you crazy woman!!"
"Ah."
"Don't 'ah' me, focus! We almost died!"
"There were no cars."
"Whether there are cars or not, when you're driving, you need to focus..."
"We just have to park now."
"...A driver must keep their eyes on the road from the moment they start the engine."
Her side profile as she stared into the rearview mirror and skillfully turned the steering wheel with one hand was incredibly cool.
'...She is pretty, though.'
Was my type a woman who drives well?
Just before opening my eyes to a new preference,
"We're here, get out."
The engine turned off.
I checked the time; it was only a 5-minute drive.
Including the parking time, it was actually shorter.
As expected, I looked around and it was a familiar place.
"This is near my place."
A newly built officetel not far from my studio apartment.
Isn't this the luxurious officetel I see every time I go to and from school?
I wondered who lived in a place like this... turns out someone like her lived here.
"The password is 0220."
"That's pretty simple."
"Yeah. It's the day we first met."
"...Huh?"
Wait a second.
The password being the day we first met is one thing... but why is she telling me that?
"You said your dream was to live in a Penthouse, right?"
While I was in a bit of a daze, wondering where to even start objecting, the Crazy Woman, who had gotten into the elevator, pressed the top floor button.
"Where did you hear that... Ah."
It must be Ha-yeon Noona.
I knew from before that she was the Crazy Woman's lackey. She didn't even hide it.
Ding.
As the elevator door opened, only a single door appeared.
Just one door in this huge space?
"Live here from now on."
"What the crazy... Did you win the lottery... No, that's not it."
If you win the lottery, you're too busy spending it on yourself, you wouldn't spend it on others.
Why on earth?
"What are you complaining about now? Isn't this what you wanted? You like Apple products, your dream car is a CLS, and you wanted to live in a Penthouse."
"That's true, but why are you giving me this stuff?"
"...Can't I give you things?"
The Crazy Woman, avoiding my gaze and pouting her lips, said as if grumbling.
"You accepted other things just fine. You even said thank you."
"No... the Apple products are one thing... no, that's also a bit much, but anyway, I can let that slide. I can accept that much and say thank you... but the car, and now a house? Isn't this going too far?"
"So what? I'm giving it because I want to."
"Because it makes me uncomfortable."
"Why do you keep nagging! I said I'm giving it to you!"
Wow.
Are you a kid? It's not like you're giving me a snack.
Seeing her pout and then scream as if she were wronged, I was beyond bewildered.
"Are you rich or something? Do you have money rotting away?"
"Yeah. I have a lot."
"......."
Oh, fuck... I have nothing to say when she puts it like that.
I was so dumbfounded that I was left speechless, and the Crazy Woman pushed me on the back.
"Hurry up and go in!"
"Huh? Uh, uh?"
I couldn't resist her pushing from behind. I stumbled through the entrance, and a wide, open Penthouse was revealed.
"Bear with it even if it's small. It's the only place around here that can be called a Penthouse. I'll fill it with nice furniture instead."
Small? This??
This house, which has 5 rooms that look bigger than my studio apartment, and a living room that's, with a bit of exaggeration, the size of a soccer field... is small?
"Who the hell are you? Are you the daughter of a chaebol family?"
"How did you know?"
The bullshit I just spouted is true?
My head went blank.
"My dad is the Chairman of the GT Group."
Ah~ GT Group.
...GT Group? Where have I heard that... It's a famous chaebol family that even I know!
I reflexively took out my phone and searched.
Let's see... GT Group... War of the Princes... Ah, right. That was it.
The Chairman is Oh Sang-jae... Family relations...
"Hey, you... It says here he only has two sons!!"
As expected, the Green Window is amazing.
It tells you not only the Chairman's profile but also his family relations.
The GT Group Chairman is a dignified 60-year-old grandfather who looks like he would have made many women cry when he was young.
It clearly says he has 2 sons, so where are you getting this lie from!
"Those are the first wife's children. I'm the hidden child."
"Illegitimate... gasp!"
I quickly swallowed the words I had blurted out without thinking, but half of it had already come out.
No matter if the other person is a Crazy Woman, it's a sensitive topic, especially family matters, so I felt a wave of guilt...
"Yeah, I'm an illegitimate child, right?"
"......."
The person in question seems completely unfazed.
No. You never know. She might be pretending to be fine on the outside while rotting on the inside...
"It used to be hard to meet Dad, but I see him often these days."
"I see. That must have been hard."
"Hard? Why?"
"Well... um... money..."
"I have a lot of money?"
I can tell just by looking at what you do, you bitch.
Must be nice to have a lot of money.
"Then... ha, school, or something? Like parent-teacher conferences."
"I don't go to school!"
"Not university, I mean elementary, middle, and high school."
"Yeah. I didn't go."
"...No, what kind of nonsense is that. Isn't elementary school mandatory education?"
"I don't know. I didn't go. I studied at home."
"Home? Homeschooling?"
"Yeah. I lived about 10? 20 minutes away from here, and teachers came there."
"No, why?? You'd rather go to school... Ah."
Then something suddenly crossed my mind.
An incident that made the media noisy until the end of last year or the beginning of this year.
The GT Group succession war, which they called the modern-day War of the Princes.
A very, very famous incident that made Korea noisy enough that even I, who have no interest in how the world turns, could know about it.
After a long inheritance battle between the 4 brothers that lasted for 6 years, the eldest son, Oh Sang-jae, won.
The name of the current GT Group Chairman I searched for on the Green Window just a moment ago is Oh Sang-jae.
That means this Crazy Woman is Oh Sang-jae's illegitimate child... and considering that Oh Sang-jae was fighting a succession war until the end of last year or the beginning of this year...
"You were hidden?"
A calm response returned to my small mutterings.
"Yeah. I was hidden while Dad was fighting. I had to live only at home until last year, but from this year, he gave me permission to go around as I please."
What kind of expression should I make at a time like this?
I was squirming in embarrassment, and the Crazy Woman, who was staring at me, opened her eyes wide.
"Ah! Wait here for a second."
Why? What are you going to do now?
I was sitting there blankly, trembling with anxiety,
"I brushed my teeth! Take off your pants."
"What is this crazy woman saying!"
She appeared in her underwear, just walking around.
Why on earth!? I couldn't follow her train of thought at all, so I just stood there with my mouth open, and the Crazy Woman tilted her head.
"Didn't it stand up?"
"It didn't stand up, you crazy woman."
"Why?"
"Does it look like the mood for that, logically speaking!"
"Of course. You're alone with me."
Honestly, a little bit....
This is an unavoidable, natural phenomenon. Even if I feel regretful on the inside, she's a perfectly fine beauty on the outside, isn't she?
"I heard you like it when it's licked softly and then sucked intensely, so I practiced."
"...What?"
"What did you practice?"