Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: My Broken Self
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I'm broken somewhere.
I know that fact all too well, which is the irony of it.
Ahahat. So ironic.
I've been pretty since I was a kid.
From the moment I can remember, everyone told me I was pretty.
Walking down the street, seven out of ten people would turn to look at me.
Back in school, confessions poured in endlessly.
Ah! Getting my number asked for on the street was just basic stuff!
So why did someone like me end up broken?
Because of my parents' excessive pressure and beatings that started when I was young?
Because of the glue I huffed out of curiosity?
Or because the senior I liked and his friends ganged up on me?
I don't know. I really don't.
In trendy terms, idk lol.
Who cares anyway.
Any of them could be the reason, or maybe none at all.
Either way, the important thing is that reasons like that don't ma~~~tter one bit.
Ahahahaha!
Ah! No hospital for me.
Why advertise to the world that I'm crazy?
I'm a bit of an attention whore, but not that kind.
Knowing I'm broken myself is enough, right?
Anyway.
Being a little broken makes it so hard to keep relationships going.
I've always been loved, and I still want to be loved.
But at some point, that feeling of being adored and pretty just faded away.
How should I put it...
Too diluted, maybe?
Like Americano mixed into a one-liter water bottle—other people's emotions feel way too watered down.
That's why I get obsessed.
I just want you to look only at me.
Just think I'm pretty.
That's why I love money.
Money's like a magic potion that makes adoration last forever.
With money, you can delay aging from getting older.
With money, you can easily get rid of that gross flab clinging to your body.
And with money, even more eyes gather on you.
More people think you're pretty.
So...
Being adored by rich people is the best.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Lonely. So lonely.
Haa. Haa. Haa...
I've always been the one getting adored.
Surrounded by people who thought I was pretty.
I hate loneliness. Hate it so much. Really, really hate it.
Scary. Die. Gonna kill you. Wish you'd just drop dead.
So I obsess even more to keep people from leaving.
I monitor them, treat them well, tie them down, apologize when sorry.
Can't stand it if they look at someone else.
Especially not someone as pretty as me!
Look only at me.
Adore only me.
I know these feelings are wrong.
I know obsession and possessiveness are bad.
But I can't stop.
If I could stop, would I even admit I'm broken?
If someone gets tired of adoring me, I just apologize.
Talk it out and resolve it.
Make them look at me again, by any means necessary.
I'm pretty, after all.
Even if they're mad, they'll forgive me.
It's the same right now.
Lee Hyunwoo, the big spender who's back in her stream after so long.
I obsessed too hard and pissed off Hyunwoo.
Hyunwoo spewing curses was scary.
I want to be adored, so why curse?
So now I'm on my way to apologize.
Once we meet and talk, it'll blow over for sure.
Most guys have been like that.
"Hyunwoo..."
In front of the agreed bus stop.
The guy from the video call earlier is standing there.
I pull the car over, and Hyunwoo climbs into the passenger seat.
I gaze at him with soft, apologetic eyes.
Am I actually sorry?
Eh... not sure.
But my feelings aren't what matter.
What matters is how he takes it.
"You know Namsan Hotel nearby? Let's go there."
Hyunwoo's gaze rakes over me from top to bottom, like he's appraising.
That lust-packed stare is familiar.
Hyunwoo came with his mind made up.
To calm his anger, I'll have to indulge him once.
Well... as a big whale, it was bound to happen eventually.
Might've ended up having sex Thursday anyway.
Just a bit sooner.
Since I'd braced for it, I nod easily.
"Yeah. Got it. But can you ease up on the face? It's scary when you keep frowning like that..."
I throw some aegyo his way.
If he's angrier than I thought, he'll yell. Otherwise, he'll soften.
I sneak glances at Hyunwoo's face while driving.
Ah...
This is seriously pissed-off levels.
His furrowed brow won't relax, and his eyes are upturned.
Was the threat to expose him that infuriating?
Won't use it again unless it's a real emergency.
"Still mad. Just wait. After one round, it'll fade."
Good thing—no yelling, at least.
Not peak rage, thank goodness.
Like he said, spread my legs once on the bed, and his anger should subside.
Men are animals that calm down after releasing lust.
Still...
I don't like being in this state until then.
I want to be adored anytime, anywhere.
"Aiing, don't be like thaaat... What do I have to do to calm you down? Hmm? My heart's pounding so hard like this. Calm down, pleeease?"
"Hmph. Dunno. Maybe flash your tits right here."
Opportunity.
Hyunwoo's just teasing mischievously.
But I'm the kind of girl who can make it happen.
Flashing my chest? Piece of cake.
Actually a great chance to draw his gaze.
I pull over to the shoulder.
"Right now... what the—!"
The second I stop, Hyunwoo glares at me, annoyed.
I'll fix that look.
I shrug off my cardigan and unbutton my top.
Good thing I came in my broadcast outfit.
So easy to strip.
Once the bra's off, my bare breasts bounce free.
Hyunwoo's eyes lock onto them.
The crease in his brow vanishes.
His face shows only shock and lust now.
"Ehehehet. Anger gone now, right? Hmm?"
I seize the opening and go on the attack.
Topless, I cling to his arm and lay on the aegyo thick.
Hyunwoo freezes—neither pushing me away nor grabbing hold.
Not pushing me off is already a win.
"Aaang. In the car? Fine by me, but... this spot's too out in the open..."
Hyunwoo grabs my breast.
A reflexive moan slips from my nose.
Not from the sensation.
I've trained myself so well for male adoration that erotic touches trigger moans automatically.
"No, hotel. Don't wanna just fondle."
"Yeah. Got it."
Men, honestly.
Why do they love tits so much? No idea.
But it doesn't hurt me.
Tits are part of my body, so loving them means loving me.
Wonder how quick Hyunwoo will blow his load.
Hope he's premature.
Then sex ends fast, more time for adoration.
Truth is, sex doesn't give me much pleasure.
Not none, but...
Way better to hear "you're pretty" ten times instead.
So sex is basically labor.
Then why do it?
Like getting paid for work, after sex, the guy adores me.
That feeling's amazing.
"Huaaang...? Aa... H-Hyunwoo. Aaa! Feels weird! Ah!"
Or it should have been.
Sex was always fake moans and pretending to feel it good—a time for labor.
But today feels different.
My body's tingling, burning hot.
A strange heat slithers through me like a snake.
I knew she was a crazy bitch, but damn, this level of crazy?
Even as Lee Hyunwoo groped Darling's breasts while she drove, he couldn't believe it.
Told her to flash, and she just does it?
But the feel of those tits is too damn good.
Like the battle tension he'd built up was scattering.
'Can't let this slide.'
Lee Hyunwoo steeled himself.
To keep a sustained relationship with Darling, he had to be the absolute top dog.
Only then could he avoid getting swept up by this lunatic.
'Acts on her whims, but obeys my words. Guess I can push harder than I thought.'
Today.
Lee Hyunwoo had come to meet Darling with full resolve.
His one redeeming quality: sex.
He planned to dominate her properly on the bed, his specialty.
Given who she was, macho mode over sweet guy.
But surprisingly, Darling was obedient, following orders nicely.
Is this acting too? A lie?
Doesn't matter.
If he makes her keep up the act from now on, it stops being a lie.
They arrive at the hotel room.
Lee Hyunwoo grabs Darling's arm and heads straight for the bed.
"Face down, ass up."
"Ah, no. Hyunwoo. I haven't even showered yet..."
"Doesn't matter. Face down, I said."
"Yeah..."
Darling pouts her lips.
But she still follows orders.
She gets on the bed face down and lifts her ass.
Her broadcast hot pants—short—and the thin shorts peeking between.
"Hyunwoo. Gonna smell sweaty..."
As his hand goes to the hot pants, Darling wiggles her ass a bit while talking.
Lee Hyunwoo ignores it and undoes the buckle.
Pulls the short hot pants down to her thighs, revealing the thin shorts.
The black shorts fail miserably at covering her panties or ass.
Too thin, too stretchy—ass and T-panties fully visible through.
"Aang."
Pulling the shorts down, Darling lets out a shy nasal sound.
Obvious acting tone.
Lee Hyunwoo gropes Darling's ass, clad only in T-panties.
Doesn't pull them off.
Plenty possible even like this.
"Aa, Hyunwoo."
Darling's ass is soft and firm.
Lee Hyunwoo teases over it with fingertips.
Stimulation from light to heavy.
Fingers roam the ass, inching toward her pussy.
Teasing—almost touching, but not quite.
'Not getting wet easy.'
About ten minutes.
Lee Hyunwoo pours everything into fingering.
Any other girl would've been drooling pussy juice by now.
But Darling's just a little wet—no visible flow.
No big deal.
Plenty of time anyway.
If not ten minutes, invest an hour. If not an hour, ten hours.
For unemployed Lee Hyunwoo, all he had left was time and money.
"Huaaang...? Aa... H-Hyunwoo. Aaa! Feels weird! Ah!"
And in the end.
Darling spills genuine moans.
Result of his dedicated assault on ass, thighs, and pussy.
Unlike earlier, when she was still as a log with ass out.
Now her ass wriggles like a live-caught fish, flopping wildly.