Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Not a Failure, but a Process
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Han Sihyun was dazed all day long.
Her foggy mind kept circling back to last night's events the entire day, endlessly replaying what she had done.
No matter how furious she was, charging straight at that guy with his dick out like that had been reckless from the start.
And swept up in her anger, she hadn't even noticed his dick slipping inside her T-shirt as she desperately rubbed her body against him, trying to land just one hit...
"Ugh."
She hurriedly clamped her hand over her mouth.
A sour taste rose in her throat and mouth, mingled with the scent clinging to her hands. Fortunately, she'd washed her hands sixteen times and showered six times that day.
That fishy stench of his was gone.
"Haa... That crazy bastard came so much, it was filthy."
She recalled the semen that had gushed out with enough force to drench her hair and cover her entire body.
Thud-
Sihyun quickly banged her head against the wall over and over to erase the memory.
"Disgusting, disgusting, so disgusting."
It felt too unjust, all the suffering she'd endured up to now, to just dismiss it as entirely her own fault.
Fine, say she had been reckless enough to burst into a room where someone was jerking off.
Say his grotesque state had driven her to try smashing his head in.
And say she'd slipped and somehow ended up rubbing his dick between her body and her T-shirt.
"Wouldn't it be natural to feel disgusted if it touched your little sister's body?"
Just some skin-on-skin friction, and he'd gotten his dick that huge and rock-hard.
Thud-
Han Sihyun slammed her head against the wall at the resurfacing memory.
She couldn't help thinking that climaxing from contact with your little sister meant something was seriously wrong.
"Yeah, this isn't all my fault, right? Even if I crossed a line. Stuff like this can happen to anyone. But the guy who rubbed against his little sister's body and came? He's the crazy one."
Han Siwoo was the lunatic. She was just the victim of an unfortunate accident. She was firmly within the realm of normal.
Come to think of it, he'd been acting off since the day before yesterday.
He'd come home with a lump the size of a fist on the back of his head—that's when it started.
Asking his own little sister, "Who are you?"
Her brother, who'd never once stood up to her in her whole life, suddenly full-swing punching her ass with his fist? That didn't make any sense.
It was a problem caused by his head injury.
She'd seen plenty of episodes in those American medical dramas where a brain tumor made people unable to recognize their own family.
"Yeah, why is this my fault? It's his fault for getting hard. I'll tell Mom. The police are family, but even if it's a stretch... I need to tell Mom and get that guy kicked out."
With that resolve, Han Sihyun pulled out her phone.
Ring, ring, ring, ring.
Then she heard the door opening. Her hand gripping the phone tensed up oddly, and the phone slipped from her stiffened fingers.
She flailed her hand every which way trying to catch the airborne phone, but it bounced off her hand and flew sideways.
It bumped lightly against the wall before sliding smoothly under the bed.
Step, step.
Footsteps from outside the door—Han Siwoo's—drew closer. Her throat bobbed with a hard swallow. She quickly rolled over and flattened herself on the floor.
Desperate to retrieve her phone somehow, she shoved her arm into the gap between the bed and the wall.
She knew full well that she and her brother were the only ones home right now.
The insane awkwardness. The faint fear.
She couldn't bear it.
"Shit, where'd it go?"
Click—the doorknob turning made Sihyun freeze for a moment.
She couldn't even breathe; her cheeks puffed out.
Until her skin flushed red, Han Sihyun didn't dare move.
Creeak, thud—
Her brother's bedroom door closed.
"Phaaah."
Taking a deep breath, Han Sihyun wiped her now-damp thighs and climbed down from the bunk bed.
She quietly got up and tiptoed over, carefully resting her hand's weight on the doorknob.
Rustle.
She cautiously opened the door and peered into the plastic bag.
It was filled with fruit and some cheap old snacks.
"What a taste."
What did this mean?
Whatever it was, it didn't put her in a bad mood.
This morning, seeing Mom go through her routine morning greeting like clockwork, it seemed her little sister still hadn't said anything to her.
'Bribery really is the answer, huh.'
One of the easiest ways to get close to someone is gifts, right? Honestly, she had no idea how else to communicate with her sister.
It hadn't always been like this.
The latecomer of the family—she and her sister had basically raised him. Mom was always swamped with work. At an age too young to even grasp funerals, he'd lost Dad too, so I'd been like a father to him, and Sis like a mother.
Then as he grew up and some distance crept in, by the time he started school, we'd drifted apart before I knew it.
I still remembered how she'd teared up every day seeing me come home beaten up.
Once puberty hit, she seemed sick of it and stopped treating me like an older brother altogether.
Ding-
The elevator stopped.
"Phew... Is this okay?"
My reflection stared back from the full-length mirror in the elevator.
It hugged my hips snugly, with just enough room for a finger between my thighs. The calves dropped straight down in that perfect suit taper.
'Grandpa did a great job.'
At a glance, it looked like a bespoke suit, pretty high-class. I'd made about 100,000 won selling that bed frame, so aside from swapping out the cheap uniform tie, I'd bought a new one.
This tie wasn't anything fancy either.
'I don't even know how to tie a tie properly anyway.'
I'd just gone for the most expensive zip-on style.
It definitely looked cleaner than before. The standard crisp look for a salesman, you could say.
The problem was the pant leg that looked like it had a long cucumber stuffed in it.
'Will it fly?'
From past reactions, I knew I wouldn't get reported or anything. Still, twenty-some years of stares weighed heavier on my mind than the past few days.
"Phew... It'll be fine. I can do this."
Steadying my slightly trembling hand, I pressed the doorbell.
"Mattress Care!"
Click.
The door unlocked automatically, and I grabbed some slippers from the nicely arranged shoe cabinet.
The customer who'd gotten the free one-time service last time.
Since she hadn't shown any aversion to my pant situation, I'd deliberately booked the first slot of the day for her.
"Hello, you're a bit early, aren't you?"
She wasn't in white denim jeans today. Just plain black slacks.
On top, a slightly scooped-out oversized T-shirt.
Since this was my first time in pants this tight, showing up fully erect right away might've been too much.
Good thing.
"Ah, I'm a morning person, haha."
No need to crack jokes. Even lame lines work if you make them laugh—that builds rapport.
Scratching my head, I stepped inside with an air of hoping I wasn't inconveniencing her by coming early.
"No, not at all. I like waking up early too. And I have an appointment for lunch, so this is perfect."
Relieved at her words, I straightened from my slight bow.
Her eyes, watching me, flicked down briefly... then back up.
"Waking up early is great and all, but the weather's gotten so cool lately, hasn't it?"
A faint blush colored her cheeks as they lifted. Her lips curved up, her expression a bit stiff.
Awkward smile or not, the fact that she'd smiled first was key.
'This is almost a first—her initiating conversation like this.'
With former customer Choi Eunhee, things had been too hectic to remember well, but as far as I recalled, this was new.
"Yes, whew, it was so hot this summer. And now it's already this chilly. Have you pulled out your winter clothes yet?"
As I replied, I picked up the bag with the vacuum cleaner. She turned and led the way, guiding me.
"Yeah, but... ugh, last late spring I shoved them way too far back up on top of that wardrobe."
Her words made my face light up.
Seniors had told me: In sales, never miss a chance to lend a hand with small stuff like this.
These acts of kindness or service build up, making customers hesitate to say 'no' later.
"Ah, then after the mattress care, I can grab them for you while I'm at it."
"If you do that, I'd feel really bad."
Seeing her eyebrows twitch while unable to refuse, she secretly wanted it.
"It's fine. You could slip and hurt yourself climbing up on a chair alone."
Minimize the customer's sense of obligation.
That way, when I say you need to buy this product, they won't think, "Oh, that's why he helped."
My eyes caught the soy milk on the dining table.
"In exchange, I skipped breakfast, so could I have one later?"
Only then did she visibly relax and nod.
One hour at this customer's place: minimum 30,000 won with membership signup plus care fee.
Obviously, I'd probably just clean and leave at others'.
But right now, it felt like an hourly rate of 30,000 won.
"Alright then, yes. Mind helping a bit?"
She straightened her bangs a little and nodded.
I can do this.