A Stick is the Cure for a Crazy Woman (3)
A Stick is the Cure for a Crazy Woman (3)
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If one of the prettiest women you've ever seen in your life is seducing you in her underwear, unless you're a eunuch or gay, there's no man who wouldn't be tempted.
Even so, the reason I could resist the temptation was because of the intense... or rather, dizzying memory from when we first met.
"Put your clothes on while I'm asking nicely."
"No."
"I'm leaving."
"Ah, fine! I got it!"
She pouts her lips and puts on her clothes... but why does she have to do it in front of me? Because she bent over to put on her pants, her butt is accentuated.
'Looks like she's got a wedgie...'
Fuck.
This is driving me crazy.
I crossed my legs and leaned forward, pretending to rest my chin on the table.
"It's uncomfortable over there because I haven't changed the furniture yet."
"It's fine."
"I'm telling you the chair is uncomfortable. Let's go over there."
"No. I like it here."
"It's more comfortable over—"
"No!! It has to be here."
"What the hell. This is annoying."
The crazy bitch, who sat opposite me after I grumbled at her firm refusal that left no room for negotiation, haughtily crossed her arms.
"So... ah, wait. First, this."
Just in case. I took out my phone and started the recording app, and she gave me a puzzled look.
"You might pull some Me Too bullshit or whatever later."
"Ah, I won't."
"Yeah~ I don't believe you."
"I'm serious."
Maybe she feels guilty, because she trails off vaguely. I put the phone with the recording app running on the table and made her repeat after me.
"Repeat after me from now on."
"Why should I?"
"Should I just leave?"
"Should I just leave."
"No, not that!"
"No, not that."
"Want to die?"
"No."
I'm a bit pissed, but thinking about the Apple Company products calms me down. So this is Financial Therapy.
"I..."
"I?"
...What was her name again? Did she even tell me her name in the first place?
"What was your name again?"
"...Oh Ha-rin."
"Right, Oh Ha-rin. I, Oh Ha-rin, declare that I am merely having a conversation with Hong Min-jun and that there is absolutely no coercion involved."
I played it back once to make sure it recorded properly, then got to the point.
"So what is it? Why are you so desperate to give me gifts?"
"Why are you making such a fuss when I'm trying to give them to you?"
Is being blunt her passive skill?
"I'm not trying to pick a fight, I'm genuinely curious."
"I don't know."
"It's okay, just tell me. Yeah? I want to know what you're thinking, too."
"......."
Oh, it looks like there might be a chance.
I decided to coax her a bit more gently.
"I really don't know. Why on earth? We aren't even on good terms. I feel uneasy accepting them because I don't know the reason."
"...Because we aren't."
"Huh? What was that?"
"Because we aren't on good terms..."
She stopped there and just fiddled with her fingers, which was frustrating, but I decided to wait calmly.
If I rushed her, she'd just get snappy again and I wouldn't get a proper answer.
"So the gift..."
"Yeah. So that's why you gave me a gift?"
"Uh-huh."
"Why a gift, of all things? Shouldn't you apologize first?"
"Doggy, no, Kim Ha-yeon told me. She said gifts are the best way to cool someone's anger."
"......."
Did she just say doggy?
No, more importantly, Financial Therapy? Isn't that too materialistic? It's a thought typical of Ha-yeon Noona, but... to think this ill-tempered bitch actually believed Ha-yeon Noona's words?
"It's true. That's why I prepared a ton of things you like...."
Seeing Oh Ha-rin continue to talk while watching my reaction, I remember Ha-yeon Noona asking me all sorts of useless questions. I wondered why she was asking such things, but was this the reason?
"A-and, I even practiced this!!"
I was just lost in thought, but she must have misunderstood something. Her fidgeting fingers moved faster and faster, and then Oh Ha-rin jumped up and ran to the refrigerator.
Wondering what she was up to this time, I watched as she opened the box at the bottom of the fridge.
'What the hell is with all these cucumbers...?'
A pile of cucumbers filling the fridge box. Oh Ha-rin, who was carefully examining them one by one as if there was some difference, picked one and headed to the sink.
At this point, I'm curious what she's going to do next.
Swaaaa, she turned on the water and I thought she was washing the cucumber, but she actually put dish soap on a sponge and started scrubbing it hard.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Washing the cucumber?"
"But why the dish soap?"
"It has to be clean since it's going in my mouth."
"Can't you just wash it with water? Do you have to go that far?"
"Then do you only wash your dishes with water?"
"...Fair point."
It sounded plausible in its own way.
Since dishes are washed with detergent too. The girl, who scrubbed the cucumber unnecessarily hard, picked up a knife and started carefully peeling it.
'She's really bad at peeling.'
Is she peeling the skin or the cucumber itself?
'But if she's going to peel it anyway, doesn't she not need the dish soap?'
But she was peeling it so earnestly that I didn't say it out loud.
After struggling for a while, she returned proudly with a cucumber that had shrunk to half its size.
"So what is that now?"
"Watch closely. I've been practicing every day."
The girl, who smiled triumphantly, suddenly started licking the shrunken cucumber. The way she licked the tip with the tip of her tongue... I'm not the weird one here, right? Come to think of it, the tip of the cucumber looks strangely carved like a glans.
After licking it a few times like that, she popped it into her mouth and started sucking on it.
"What are you doing?"
"...Hm?"
"I asked what you're doing."
"Suck. You said you liked this."
"...Just in case, I'm asking just in case."
To be safe, I paused the recording function for a moment and asked.
"You didn't practice sucking that, did you?"
"I did?"
"Then, one last thing. Let me ask you one last thing. What are you sucking on?"
"Your dick."
"Oh, fuck."
I suspected as much.
Ha-yeon Noona... what the hell have you been doing?
I was speechless and staring at her when she suddenly crawled under the table.
Wondering what the hell she was doing now, I felt a hand on my pants.
"...What are you doing?"
"Take them off."
"You're joking, right?"
"Grrr! Take them off, hurry!"
As I struggled with the crazy bitch who had grabbed my pant leg, I fell backward, chair and all, with a crash.
When did I fall asleep?
No, more than that, why does my head hurt so much...
As I frowned at the splitting headache, I heard a strange sound.
"Sob. Hic."
Crying?
And it was a woman's crying, which made my hair stand on end, so I opened my eyes in a start.
"Waaaah, I'm sorry."
The crazy bitch, no, Oh Ha-rin's face, covered in tears and snot, came into view.
"...What the hell is this."
Gathering the memories that hadn't been connecting... I must have lost consciousness for a moment when I fell.
Fainting. It's something I've never experienced in my life.
"Between the blackmail and the fainting. Being with you, I'm having all sorts of experiences I've never had in my life."
I said that because I was dumbfounded, and the girl, who was sniffling with her swollen eyes, turned on the faucet again.
"Waaaaah, I'm sorry!"
I barely managed to calm her down by saying it was a joke, that I was just kidding, and when I got up,
'Ah, snot...'
My head spun at the sight of the snot trailing from my chest.
"Sniff. Are you really forgiving me?"
"O-of course. Obviously. So first... blow your nose. Blow!"
I've been alone since I was young.
Dad is busy. I've never even seen Mom's face.
Little Ha-rin was alone.
Only the palace-like house was little Ha-rin's world. Going outside the house was strictly controlled, and Ha-rin's conversation partners were only the ladies who did the housework, the teachers who taught her, and occasionally... very occasionally, Dad who visited.
The huge house that felt like a palace gradually turned into a stifling prison.
Little Ha-rin, who peeked at the outside world through computers, TVs, and cell phones, no longer enjoyed the swimming pool, the bathhouse, the playground, or the playroom.
Waiting for Dad, who came very occasionally, and staying at home was too... too stifling.
Little Ha-rin wanted to go to the school she saw on the computer, on TV, and on her phone, and she wanted to make friends.
As Ha-rin's stifling feeling grew, the doctor visited more often, and at some point, they started giving her medicine.
When I take the medicine, I feel comfortable.
The stifling feeling disappears, and the annoyance, sadness, and longing disappear too. I can sleep soundly.
As the amount I took increased, Dad visited more often too.
Medicine is good, and being able to see Dad often is good.
Little Ha-rin was happy, but Dad didn't seem happy.
On my 8th birthday, when I woke up from sleeping.
Dad was sitting next to the bed.
Little Ha-rin was happy.
Dad stroked little Ha-rin's hair and said he had a gift.
A white, fluffy puppy.
The doggy was little Ha-rin's only friend.
Little Ha-rin was no longer lonely.
Because I had the doggy.
From some point on, I stopped taking the medicine, and the swimming pool, bathhouse, playground, and playroom that used to be stifling felt fun again.
I was still curious about the outside world I saw on the computer, TV, and cell phone, but Ha-rin could endure it.
20 years old.
When little Ha-rin was no longer little. And not long after the doggy that had been with me for a long time died.
Father said.
That I don't have to hide and live anymore. That I can live to my heart's content.
Ha-rin laughed.
No, did I cry? No. I laughed and cried. I cried and laughed.
Ha-rin's world widened.
I could roam the outside world I only saw through the window to my heart's content, and I could walk on the streets full of people.
I could learn to drive and travel to my heart's content, and I could meet people and have conversations.
Things I only saw in videos, books, and cartoons.
But that was it.
That was just it.
Ha-rin was still alone.
"I see. So that's why you were trying to find a doggy... no, a friend."
"Uh-huh."
"Right, you wanted to be friends with me."
Even for a cold city man like me, hearing such a sad story makes my heart soften.
Even though our first meeting was shitty, there's no reason we can't be friends.
It's definitely not because she's pretty, has a killer body, and is rich.
"That's not it."
"...That's not it? Then what is it?"
"...want to."
"What? I can't hear you."
I leaned in close to the small voice that sounded like a whisper.
The girl, who was looking at me blankly while sniffling with her swollen eyes, was unexpectedly cute.
"I want to have sex."
...Excuse me?