You Bastards Will Have Your Balls Burst and All Go Infertile
"What floor?"
"Forty-second."
The department head answered shortly.
The elevator doors closed.
"Would you like the VIP service?"
"Not for me. For this friend here."
Kim Do-hun lifted his chin and pointed at me.
"Pardon?"
Me? For me?
The elevator was already passing the fourteenth floor.
The elevator girl pressed the VIP button.
The car slowed until it felt like we were climbing the stairs on foot.
She stepped in front of me.
Dropped to her knees.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
What the hell is this situation…
It felt exactly like the nibble-nibble service, but I couldn't ask.
Her hands found my belt.
Cold. Expert.
I froze solid.
Couldn't refuse. Couldn't accept.
Do-hun stared straight ahead.
Hands in his pockets.
Like this was just small talk about the weather.
The zipper came down.
Her mouth was warm.
I was hard in an instant.
Her eyes went wide at the size.
But me…
Su-jeong's face floated up.
"Hurry up and come."
"I need that dick."
Do-hun glanced at me.
"Just enjoy it."
Red lipstick slid back and forth.
Her hand slipped under my balls.
My legs went soft; I almost sank to the floor.
So this is what it is.
An A-grade life.
Even the elevator they ride every day is just another playground for them.
Honestly…
I'm fucking jealous.
Her tongue wrapped around my cock while her fingers pressed hard against my perineum.
"Nngh…"
She licked the head.
Stroked my balls.
The tip pushed into her throat.
Those eyes looking straight up at me were insanely hot.
I was about to explode in seconds.
"Ah… ugh."
A short moan slipped out before I could stop it.
She pulled off.
"Please enjoy the rest of your day."
She rose with a smile.
Huh?
I was right on the edge.
"Good work."
Kim Do-hun gave the elevator girl's ass a light smack.
She pressed the VIP button again and the car shot upward.
"External ejaculation isn't part of the national service package. Shame, huh? Haha."
Kim Do-hun laughed like he'd read my mind.
Forty-second floor.
Rooftop restaurant.
MUGUNG.
Seoul spread out beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass.
Ha. Even the restaurant name is Mugung.
These Marigold bastards really put on a show for each other.
I wanted to curse them out, but damn if I wasn't jealous…
Most of the tables were empty.
Probably not many people who even get to come here.
Do-hun took the window seat.
I sat across from him.
When the waiter approached, Do-hun just flicked his fingers.
"The usual."
"Yes, sir."
He never even asked me.
Silence stretched for a moment.
Do-hun looked out the window.
"Mr. Kwon Taeo, even crowded Seoul looks peaceful from this height, doesn't it?"
"Yes…"
"Mr. Kwon Taeo, how is the company? Settling in all right?"
"Yeah, well…"
"Be honest."
Do-hun looked at me.
Smiling, but those eyes cut straight through.
"The D-grade elevators are a little stifling, to be honest."
"Haha. Right? I was the same when I was D-grade."
"You were D-grade too, sir?"
"Everyone starts at D."
A whole lobster lay beside the steak.
The meat sliced like butter.
So this is what 1++ Hanwoo tastes like.
Better meat than what I ate with Su-jeong yesterday,
but yesterday tasted better.
Su-jeong's plump, round ass floated up like a painting.
When do I get to eat that ass again? lol
"Is the work hard?"
"Not particularly."
"That security system you built recently."
"Yes."
"Used to be you could wipe every access log with just the Master Key. You blocked that, didn't you?"
The Birth Control System Master Key.
Only five people in the entire Republic of Korea hold one.
Of those, the ones I know are the Minister of Population and Family, the Director of the Birth Control Bureau.
And Kim Do-hun is another.
Did the security update I pushed make Kim Do-hun's life inconvenient?
"It was per the Population and Family Ministry security guidelines. Did it cause you any trouble?"
"Ah, haha, no. I was going to praise you."
"Thank you."
"Anything difficult on the personal side?"
"Just…"
"Just?"
"Something a little complicated came up."
Do-hun set down his knife.
"What happened?"
Should I tell him?
But half of it was already out.
"A few days ago there was a fight in the neighborhood."
"A fight?"
"My wife got assaulted, so I stepped in. The other guy filed a complaint. I have to go to the police station at two this afternoon."
Do-hun put a piece of meat in his mouth.
Chewed slowly.
"Was the other guy C-grade?"
"How did you know?"
"Obvious. Wife gets assaulted first, yet they file the complaint? They're just flexing their grade."
"Yes."
"That elevator girl earlier—do you know what grade she is?"
"No idea."
"F-grade. Infertile woman."
"Ah."
"Can't marry. Can only do the jobs the state assigns. Disposable grade."
"…"
"This is an era where grade explains everything."
"Yes."
"I'll go with you."
"Sorry? Where?"
"The police station. We can head over after we finish eating."
Holy shit.
Jackpot.
If this man steps in, isn't the game over?
Medical bills, settlement money, fines—maybe even criminal charges.
"Thank you, sir."
"Does a department head give this kind of personal help to an employee?"
"Pardon?"
"Call me hyung. An older brother can help his little brother as much as he wants."
Whoa.
An A-grade hyung?
What kind of golden carriage is this for a dirt-poor spoon like me?
"Hyung."
"Hahaha. That's right. Don't worry and eat."
Kim Do-hun.
In a country where even C-grades treat D-grades like bugs just because of one Marigold Badge,
this man is different.
He has actual class.
Uses polite speech. Greets you with a smile.
Treats a dime-a-dozen D-grade like me like a human being.
No…
Treats me like a little brother.
In an age overflowing with infertility and subfertility after the Corina virus,
he already has seven Marigolds.
The status gap is incomparable.
After the meal we stepped out in front of the building.
A black sedan was waiting.
Seven Marigolds were engraved above the license plate.
Like it was saying if you hit this car, everything is your fault.
The driver opened the door.
"Get in."
"Yes."
Jungbu Police Station.
The moment Do-hun got out of the car he said,
"I'm going to drop by the chief's office first. Go on ahead."
I waited in the lobby.
A little later a detective came out.
"Mr. Kwon Taeo? This way."
Interrogation room.
The detective opened a file.
"You assaulted Mr. Kim Seon-dong in front of the mart, correct?"
"That's right, but the situation was—"
"Answer only the questions I ask."
"Yes."
"You picked up a beer bottle?"
"I picked it up, but I didn't use—"
"You picked it up?"
"Yes."
The detective wrote something down.
"This is the evidence footage."
He opened a laptop.
CCTV played.
In front of the mart.
Me throwing a punch at Kim Seon-dong.
Me picking up the beer bottle.
But—
The part where Su-jeong gets slapped across the face isn't there.
"Hold on. There should be another scene before that."
"This is everything."
"That can't be right. That guy hit my wife first—"
"There's no evidence of that."
"What do you mean no evidence? If you have this footage, you have the thirty seconds before it too."
The detective closed the laptop.
"Assault plus threat with a weapon. If you don't settle, you'd better prepare for real prison time."
"Settle?"
"The settlement amount Mr. Kim Seon-dong is demanding is…"
He slid a paper across.
I looked at the number.
My entire yearly salary.
Then the door opened.
It was the bastard who hit my wife.
Kim Seon-dong.
Our eyes met.
The fucker grinned.
"Yo. D-grade piece of shit showed up? Next month I'm designating your wife's cunt as my wife and I'm gonna fuck her raw. Heh. Retard."
"You fucking piece of shit."
I saw nothing.
My vision just went red.
In a flash I smashed my fist into his jaw.
His eyes rolled, his jaw twisted, blood poured.
"Hey! This crazy bastard—"
He clutched his jaw and collapsed, trembling.
Fear filled his eyes.
"You—I'm definitely going to kill you."
I lunged at him, but I only made it a few steps before the detectives slapped cuffs on me.
I thrashed.
"You son of a bitch!"
His screams, the detectives' shouts—
I couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything,
except one single voice.
"Taeo."
Su-jeong was standing in the doorway of the interrogation room.
"These… fucking bastards… my husband."
Husband…
That word rang clearer than anything else.
Su-jeong charged at the bastard again.
So fucking cool…
And she kicked him square in the balls.
"Urgh."
He crumpled.
Then he swung a fist.
Two detectives blocked it.
Even while they held her, Su-jeong stretched her arm out.
"Let go. Fuck. I'm going to kill that bastard."
"Please calm down."
The guy was trembling, clutching his crotch.
Back against the wall, gasping.
"Settlement's off the table. Hey. Lock both of them up."
The detectives grabbed Su-jeong.
Ha.
My wife.
So fucking cool.
"You fucking bastards, I'm going to kill every last one of you. You bastards will have your balls burst by me and all go infertile. You sons of bitches…"
Go infertile.
The worst curse in this era.
Even with the cuffs on, Su-jeong was pouring out curses too filthy to repeat.
The bastard and the detectives were shuddering at the sheer filth of it.
And still it kept coming—the most creative stream of abuse I'd never heard in my life.
Even my body was shaking.
We,
are fucked.
One hundred percent.
Then the door opened.
It was Do-hun.
With the police chief right beside him.
He scanned the interrogation room.
Me in cuffs.
Su-jeong in cuffs.
Kim Seon-dong crouched holding his crotch.
"What a mess."
Kim Do-hun just smiled and said that one line.
The entire station went quiet.
"Chief, is there a problem?"
"Ah… no, sir."
Kim Do-hun's gaze landed on me.
"What are you doing? Uncuff my little brother."
The seven Marigold Badges on Kim Do-hun's chest
said everything.
The detectives scrambled to unlock the cuffs.
"We're sorry."
They bowed at a perfect ninety degrees to me and Su-jeong.
Kim Do-hun's eyes moved to Su-jeong.
His pupils widened,
his gaze trembled.
"Who is she?"
"My wife."
"Ah."
Do-hun walked over to the bastard who was still clutching his balls and trying to stand.
Slap.
He cracked him across the face.
The guy had already seen the badges; he just dropped flat on the floor.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Little brother, I'm heading out. Nothing else will happen. If you still want to hit that bastard more, go ahead. Don't worry about it."
And with that, Kim Do-hun turned and left.
I looked at the detective.
"The earlier part of the footage."
"Ah. We have it. We'll book that guy on assault charges."
I walked over to the bastard.
Fists clenched tight.
"Aigo. I've committed a capital crime. I…"
Kim Seon-dong stayed face-down, clutching my shoes and begging.
We left the station.
Su-jeong walked ahead.
Said nothing.
"Su-jeong."
No answer.
"Hey."
"…"
I caught up to her stride.
Her eyes were still red.
Lips pressed tight.
"You okay?"
"What a stupid question."
"I mean, are you okay or not."
"And what if I'm not?"
I had nothing to say.
I just took her hand.
Su-jeong stopped.
She didn't pull away.
"Who was that man?"
"My department head at work."
"Ah… fuck."
"Why?"
"Nothing."
Her hand was trembling hard.
"Why? Do you know him?"
"No."
We just stood there.
On the sidewalk in front of the police station.
"I was scared."
"Of what."
"That… I'd end up visiting some idiot in prison."
"Even if I did, it's only a month, right?"
We're only a one-month couple, after all.
I couldn't bring myself to say that out loud.
Su-jeong's hand kept shaking.
"But, Su-jeong."
"What."
"To commemorate both of us getting cuffed, how about we do it doggy-style today?"
I expected her to laugh or curse me out.
But Su-jeong's answer was,
"No."
Just that one word.
After that my mouth locked shut.
Ever since she saw Kim Do-hun,
the look in Su-jeong's eyes felt unfamiliar.
A look I didn't even dare ask about.
We got home and I leaned back on the sofa.
Doggy-style?
I wanted to ask again, but I wasn't that much of an idiot.
I just quietly offered my arm.
Luckily Su-jeong rested her head on it.
"You, think before you act. What if you'd actually gone to jail?"
"That's my line… kicking him in the balls and screaming you'd make him infertile, lmao."
Her round eyes locked straight onto mine.
"But… you were cool."
Actual praise without a single curse.
Awkward as hell.
Fucking awkward.
"I want to keep staying by Taeo's side."
The words felt warm and uneasy at the same time.
Su-jeong's hand stroked my cheek.
"Taeo. Want to do it doggy-style?"
"Yeah! I do!"
Su-jeong shoved her pants down and turned around.
"Fuck, this position is so goddamn embarrassing."
My phone buzzed.
A text from Kim Do-hun.
I checked it while cupping Su-jeong's ass.
Yes!
Tomorrow is pure fuck day.
I yanked my underwear down at lightning speed.
Right in front of me, Su-jeong's pretty pussy and her small, round asshole
were breathing.
Ah!
I remembered.
I turned on the TV.
Whether I watch or not, the broadcast is running anyway.
I was curious.
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