Chapter 90
Chapter 90
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: That Man (1)
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I successfully wrapped up the interview and stepped outside. The shop folks would be taking their break soon, so maybe I should grab some snacks to bring back. I also wanted to thank Chae-yeon Sister properly.
[Sis. The interview went great. Thanks so much for looking out for me.]
I shot off a quick text to her and started heading toward Mangwon Station. There was a donut shop in the apartment commercial area near Hapjeong Station, the stop just before. I'd pick some up there. Of course, I'd need to squeeze in some essence absorption along the way, so I activated Invisibility first.
-Where are you going?
-Have you decided where you wanna go?
-I can't choose... There's too much I wanna eat.
-You're such a pig.
-I'm not a pig!
The kid who snapped back went wide-eyed at my follow-up.
-Hey, you haven't tried anything but Dunkin' Donuts yet, right?
-Donuts! Donuts! Are we getting donuts?
-Don't get excited. Hear me out. Today it's not Dunkin'. It's cream donuts. I'll show you a whole new world.
-Ooh, oooh! It reminds me of Poriguli!
Pomi started spinning wild fantasies with eyes sparkling so bright it was almost overwhelming, probably remembering her first taste of Poriguli donuts way back.
Well, first times always hit the hardest, don't they?
I was in fourth or fifth grade when I jerked off for the first time, and I'll never forget that rush. Unlike today's elementary kids swapping porn on KakaoTalk, back then I was so innocent I didn't even know which was which between dick and pussy. It was pure accident that led me to it.
I'd just peed at home and was shaking off the last drops, rubbing the foreskin back and forth. Then, out of nowhere, white smegma started oozing from the tip! Little Choi Jun-young, who'd been nagged by Mom to wash his dick properly in the bath, must've thought, 'This is it!'
I stopped mid-shake and started furiously rubbing to clean it off, when suddenly my dick got hot and sticky white stuff shot out—splat!—right onto the toilet seat. The shock and terror!
Kid me panicked, wondering if I had some disease. My dick shrank, my mood was off, and telling Mom would've meant a scolding. I suffered in silence for days like a mute with a broken heart, until eventually, I started rubbing again. Sad story, right?
Never dreamed I'd be rubbing solo all the way to thirty.
Anyway, no matter how much I jerked after that, nothing matched the thrill of that first ejaculation.
And another one: my first cream pasta. Tomato sauce was one thing, but twirling noodles in that rich, creamy sauce? Mind-blowing...
-Jun-yongie! Hurry up and walk!
My trip down first-experience memory lane got cut short by Pomi's nagging.
"Ongya. Let's go, let's go."
She kept hounding me, so I ditched essence absorption and even kicked in Flight Skill. As we reached the Hapjeong Station area, a massive apartment complex came into view.
[Messenia Polis]
Prime station-adjacent location. A huge bookstore across the street, and right below the apartments, an enormous shopping mall. We dropped Invisibility nearby and craned our necks, gaping up at the towering residential-commercial complex.
"Ooh? This the place?"
"Yeah. Whoa, they built a whole movie theater onto an apartment? Living here's gotta feel alive. When do I get to try it? Heard celebs live here."
"Hurry! Hurryyy!"
Scratch that. I was the only one impressed. Pomi was yanking my arm, desperate for donuts.
A bit later, Pomi stepped out of the shop with a blissful grin.
"Eurheung. Euh-hae. Heuh huh-hahee."
"That good, huh?"
Pomi's eyes welled up as she chomped a cream donut, mouth stuffed full.
"Haeum, haeum. Gulp. Chup, slurp."
She even licked her fingers clean, then pulled out two more—one in each hand.
"Which first... Haeum! Aaeum!"
Munch munch.
She took bites from two different flavors, then fixed me with a serious stare.
"Jun-yongie."
"Yeah?"
"Y'know..."
"Yeah, spit it out."
"I wanna live here!"
This kid ignored me when I said it earlier.
"Haa. Sure. If big bro makes bank, we'll move here, okay?"
"Yeah! Myehe!"
Knew it'd come to this, so I stocked up. Five boxes of originals and two assorted dozens with all kinds of flavors.
Minus two originals for the shop folks and one assorted for Chae-yeon Sister, that's a whopping 4 boxes x 12. Should last a while... Nah, she'll devour 'em all by the weekend? Whatever, seeing her happy warms my heart.
"I bought donuts, so now let me do some essence absorption. Keep your eyes peeled and follow close?"
"Ung!"
I grabbed one donut for myself, stashed the rest in Inventory, reactivated Invisibility, and headed back toward the shop. New route today—the alleys twisted confusingly.
We munched donuts and walked for a good while, turning into some alley.
"Pomi, slow down munching. Folks'll think I starved you..."
Thud!
"Ow!"
I collided with someone coming the other way. My donut tumbled to the ground.
"Ah! Hiiing. Donut..."
Pomi whined out loud, bummed even though it wasn't hers.
"Urk."
Thud thud thud thud.
Footsteps racing off.
Normally, you'd stop after bumping, apologize... Oh, right, we're invisible.
Still, curiosity got me—I looked up to see who it was. A disheveled middle-aged guy hightailing it away. And then...
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Succubus's Eye detects the invisible human male 'Oh Jong-hyuk'. ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Oh Jong-hyuk was a snake of a man. In looks and temperament alike.
He picked up the old-school nickname "Viper" twenty years back, back in middle school. No special reason.
Born with narrow, slit eyes, he just inherited the moniker from a PE teacher who looked similar.
But once high school hit and he fell in with a bad crowd, he grew into the name for real.
Smoking behind teachers' backs, shaking down innocents, brutal fistfights with rival school bosses. After a manly brawl, wild soju parties under the local bridge with hot chicks draped on his arms.
As years passed and his buddies scattered into bike delivery or nightclub touting, Oh Jong-hyuk stood firm.
'I'm the real deal.'
One day, living by his fists, a "big bro" who'd been eyeing him scouted him into the organization's muscle.
The studious nerds who'd sneered at him before strutted into top unis, but he laughed. Guys who couldn't even look him in the eye back home acting all high and mighty.
While they did blind dates and MTs, sipping soju cutely, he nursed whiskey in rooms, savoring snacks fed by naked girls.
Bitches way hotter than the bridge sluts from back then grinding on his lap.
When the booze hit hard, he'd grab any by the hair and bury his face between her thighs.
'Life's short—live it up.'
That motto, paired with his "Viper" tag, summed him up perfectly.
He felt the limits of fists when he rose to young exec in the org.
The sight still haunted him: "big bros" once godlike, now pouring drinks for fat pigs, simpering like whores.
Even "big bro" couldn't lift his head before congressmen and old-timers.
Seething at the low table, gulping cheap booze, a voice rang out.
"That kid still has fire bursting from his eyes!"
The top-seat middle-aged man grinned at him.
Even apolitical Oh Jong-hyuk knew the face.
Congressman Yang Du-chan. Frequent TV fixture, known for bold talk.
The nearby big bro groveled sycophantically.
"He's young... Sorry about that."
"Come on, when did I complain? Orgs need guys like him to run."
"As magnanimous as the sea. Others skip these spots 'cause they're too rowdy."
"What era is this, Joseon? Can't play the prude in a gisaeng house. Politics means enjoying young vibes like this. But kid, your vocab's grown since we met. 'Sea-like'? Ha ha ha, noted. But..."
"Anything uncomfortable? Send the kids out?"
"Nah, it's not that..."
"..."
"Where're the girls? C'mon, kill the vibe and how'm I supposed to talk!"
"Hahaha. Still spry as ever! I prepped extras to your taste. Hey, ow, ya, ow!"
"Y-yes?"
The entrance waiter stammered nervously; big bro scowled.
"Needs more trainin'. Tell the girls outside to come in. Say it's me. Okay?"
"Sir!"
"Congressman, wet your whistle while you wait."
"Ahem. I'll pass for now. Ain't there a sayin' mother-in-law pourin' is good, but a woman's pour is best?"
"Kuhaha, shameless. You know your pleasures!"
Moments later, fresh-faced girls flooded in.
"Oppa~."
"Why'd you call so late~."
Nasal whines as they claimed seats. The baby-faced one plopped by the congressman. She shuffled shyly; he spread his stubby legs wide before her.
"Sit here, right here. Aigoo, pretty. How old? Hm?"
As she slid between his thighs, his hand stroked up her inner thigh. She squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
"This an act or real, kid?"
"Oppa, she's new—don't scare her."
The girl by big bro chimed in; the congressman's face bloomed into a huge grin.
"Uhhe, uhheheh. That's why she smells like fresh milk? Hm? Right, Manager Jung? You know that scent."
"Agh, got two kids—yep. Picked her special."
"Uhuhu. Skin's so soft. But Manager Jung."
"Yes, sir."
"My tastes shifted a tad lately."
"Not to your liking...?"
"Yours are fine, but too... eager. If I didn't like, you'd know by now, right?"
"Then..."
"She's good too. But y'know, married women pull me these days."
"Ah, yes. We got some. Fetch one?"
"Nah, not that. Manager Jung, lost your edge?"
"Ah, aah. I'll have my guys snag a proper one. Virtuous housewife type."
"Keehaa. Housewife! See? Told ya your words improved."
'Wahaha!' Laughter erupted from the neighboring old-timers.