Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Who Are You?
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Who are you?
Thud-
"This isn't a dream, is it?"
The tip of my pinky finger hooked over the glans still burned with a hot, searing sensation.
That top-tier beauty touching my dick...
No way a couple with looks and a body like that could have a sexless marriage.
They said she was in her thirties, but with that face, I was confident I could pound away until my herniated disc burst out of my back.
'Is her husband just completely useless in bed...?'
Should I have mustered the courage to cop a feel of those tits or that ass, just once?
'Nah, do I want to ruin my life?'
No matter how insane her body was or how her face could slap a celebrity into next week.
Even if that customer had a massive fetish for Big Dick and was some lonely pervert, cheating was out of the question.
Even if adultery laws were gone,
the moment you touch another man's wife, you could get hit with a civil lawsuit.
If you lost control and messed with a woman sporting a wedding ring on her left ring finger, you'd be looking at at least ten million won—at worst, thirty million if it led to divorce.
'For a woman like that, ten million might not even be that bad.'
That's the kind of thought she inspired.
Unfortunately, my bank account didn't have ten million—or even three hundred thousand.
Something straight out of a movie—no, a porno—had happened in my life, and I'd lost touch with reality for a bit.
Hell, I still couldn't believe this was real.
That's why I'd pinched my cheeks so hard they were swollen like balloons.
"Still, I sold one frame."
Plus, the customer mentioned her husband's snoring was so bad, and with the kids out of the house now, she wanted separate rooms.
If I could just explain the card benefits right and sell two sets...
Three mattresses, blow past my quota, and pocket three-and-a-half to four million won right away.
'If I could make that much every month...'
I could afford to pay alimony, no problem.
I shook my head and stepped out of the car.
It was a happening.
No—a great day.
Sold an air purifier, sold a frame.
And every female customer I visited today was a stunner I'd never seen the likes of in my life.
The only woman's hand I'd ever held was back in kindergarten.
And today, I'd gotten a pinky hooked around my glans.
If I told Hyoi about this, she'd just mock me: "You dreaming or what?"
"If it's a dream, don't wake up."
I figured if this was a dream, it was a ridiculously realistic one.
Still dazed, clutching my pounding heart, I walked down the dingy alley.
This humid, musty smell brought back what happened earlier, making my groin ache.
'My balls are starting to hurt now.'
All I could think about was rushing home, soothing my sore lower belly, and emptying my pockets.
I bounded up the vaguely steep stairs with light steps.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
I unlocked the electronic door lock with its cheerful chime.
-Hahaha, no way, so what did that mom do then?
The TV noise that always greeted me instead of family.
I didn't even bother looking up to see if anyone was home anymore.
Going from the shoe rack to my room without lifting my head was routine.
I mechanically kicked off my shoes at the rack and set them aside.
Low-heeled shoes scattered everywhere.
Looked like my little sis wasn't lying about having a job interview after all.
Only then did I look up, and there was a woman lounging sloppily, watching TV.
I froze.
A stretched-out crewneck tee, a tank top stained with splotches of kimchi stew that wouldn't wash out.
Dolphin pants that were probably pink originally, now weirdly discolored and dingy.
'Those are my little sis's clothes...'
Flustered for a second, I glanced back at the front door.
Did I walk into the wrong house?
Didn't look like it.
My slippers were there, and no matter how I looked, it was our door.
I awkwardly turned my head back.
Her hair was flashy platinum blonde.
Tied into twin tails with that pale gold color.
'Seeing all these new styles today.'
From Dongtan look to twin tails—stuff you rarely see in the real world.
Her face had that idol vibe, sort of.
Pretty like an idol, but with a more degenerate delinquent edge.
Big eyes slanted up sharp like a cat's.
She must've been wearing circle lenses too—slightly cloudy, bright red eyes.
My blank stare must've annoyed her, 'cause those red eyes flicked sideways to glare at me.
Thud.
I flinched hard and kicked the shoe rack with my heel.
"What're you doing not coming in, you retard? You're fucking annoying."
Her speech pattern sounded just like my little sister.
Was this bitch, who'd ragged on me yesterday about getting a job, pulling some hidden camera prank now?
I glanced around, but no sign of my sister or any cameras.
"Hey, fuck, did you black out from drinking yesterday or what? Why're you fucking around at the door instead of holing up in your room?"
"Huh?"
The suspicious woman turned her upper body fully toward me, pissed off.
No bra, apparently—perky nipples poking out.
Not like my sister's chest, where it was just gross nipples sticking out on a flat dude chest.
Not that it was huge after seeing those monster tits earlier, but that was about average Korean A-cup territory.
"You fucking creep, you've been weird since yesterday? Where the hell you looking?"
Shit, my eyes had been too obvious.
Her nose bridge and cheeks flushed red like her circle lenses, like she was embarrassed.
I quickly looked down, but her ass was plump unlike her chest.
Between her spread legs in those pink hot pants, I could see the soft fold of her lower butt cheek.
I hurriedly looked even lower.
"Ah, sorry."
"You're giving me the creeps, why're you talking all polite? Ah, whatever, just fuck off to your room. You're annoying."
Her waving hand dismissively felt familiar somehow, and I tilted my head.
"Um, sorry, but who are you?"
She looked at my face like I was a bug,
her gaze lower than mine but somehow looking down on me, half-lidded eyes relaxing.
"Hey, fuck, why're you being scary?"
"Huh? No, aren't you a friend of Han Sihyun's? The joke's over now..."
"Hey, I'm Han Sihyun."
She got up and waddled over, looking up at me from a height that only reached my chest.
"They said you got wasted and face-planted hard yesterday—is something wrong with you now?
Ah, shit, dude, we got no money at home, you gonna rack up hospital bills or what?"
Her response was so much like my little sis that I was speechless, staring down at this face—the polar opposite of my ugly sister's broad, homely mug.
'What the hell is going on here?'
It was too late for it to be a prank.
Han Sihyun stared at the dumbfuck with the blank expression.
Fuck.
'Fucking huge-dick dumbfuck bastard.'
The scene from yesterday flashed back, making her shudder.
She couldn't just leave Mom—who was wiped out from work—to clean up after this drunk mess.
She was in a good mood from what seemed like a successful interview, too.
Problem was, he puked when they tried to move him.
If it'd been in his room, she'd have ignored it, but he spewed all over right in front of his door, so she had no choice but to clean the floor.
And when she went into his room last to wipe the floor...
Pfshht, pssshhh, pfshht.
That crazy dick,
'Haa...'
Every time she thought "dick" as an insult, that throbbing monster came to mind, so Han Sihyun decided from now on she'd just call Siwoo a dumbfuck.
The dumbfuck
had cum like a pig, soaking all her clothes.
"Aaaah, hey, hold on. If you grab my hair like that."
Even now, his smell—not clothes—clung to her whole body; she'd showered three times before the interview.
"Yup, huge lump on the back of your head. This dumbfuck's got shit luck—must've bashed it when you fell backward, fucked up your brain too."
"Ah, ow! Hey! That hurts, stop poking it!"
She remembered his flustered face while covered in cum, smirked, and poked the lump again.
Normally, she'd never give a shit about a life-loser like this, some trash playing pitiful solo.
But that dick,
the throbbing thing burned into her brain, that monstrous object thicker than her arm at a glance—she shook her head.
'It's so gross, it won't leave my head.'
She'd usually not care if he croaked or not.
If he stroked out quietly in his room from a brain hemorrhage, one less mouth to feed when she left home.
She'd have thought letting a pitiful life like his end peacefully so he could rest in the afterlife wasn't bad.
'Poor bastard—hanging that dick and still nearly dying like a loser.'
For some reason, she felt a tiny bit concerned, so she was just checking.
She pulled her wallet from the cushion seat—untouched by anyone, only the knee marks faded—where her knee had pressed.
She yanked out her ID roughly and shoved it in his face.
"Here, look. Han Sihyun, 20 years old. You wouldn't remember my birthday anyway. Check the address."
The dumbfuck alternated between her ID photo and her face, shaking his head in confusion.
"Hey, you feeling dizzy or nauseous all of a sudden today or anything?"
"Huh? Uh, y-yeah, kinda?"
He always stuttered like a dumbfuck anyway, so skipping that, she made him raise his hands—motor skills normal.
"You're tall, so bend down."
She flipped his eyelids; pupils weren't dilated, all good.
"You're fine. Now fuck off. I'm not a doctor anyway, and we're not paying bills, so if nothing hurts, just live."
Wasting time on this dumbfuck pissed her off, so Han Sihyun shooed him away like a bug and plopped back down, leaning on the sofa.
"Hey! What the fuck. Hey, I told you not to open my door!"
He rummaged around everywhere looking for something, sighed deeply, and fled to his room like a rat.
"That bastard, already a dumbfuck, now a total dumbfish... haa... even dumber?"
She shook her head like it was too much hassle and turned back to the TV.
She needed to empty her head.