That Bitch (2)
That Bitch (2)
"Hey... Yeji Nuna, calm down!"
It looked like Yeji was going to kill someone at this rate, so I decided to step in and stop her.
She had wrapped something like a cloth around her fist and was pounding the woman's face in, so I didn't think she'd hurt her hand, but still—you never know.
"Calm down!"
She spat out a word and threw another punch.
"She showed up?!"
And another punch.
That one landed really hard.
"All pieces of trash like this bastard need to die!"
It wasn't exactly a wrong statement, so it was a little hard to argue with her.
And besides, it didn't make much sense for me—the victim—to argue with Yeji, who was protecting me.
"Still... if you do that, that person will really die."
"........Huu. Fine. I'm the only one who loses if my life gets ruined over trash like this."
Yeji opened the shoe cabinet, rummaged through a toolbox, pulled out a cable tie, and tightly bound both of the woman's thumbs together.
Then she used a longer one to connect and secure her wrists.
No matter how you looked at it, we were unmistakably the ones who looked like kidnappers here.
"Seong-hwan-a. I'll keep an eye on this bitch, so call the police."
"Uh... okay. But what's the police station number again?"
"112."
"Right, 112."
I took out my phone and pressed the dial.
Calling the police... now that I thought about it, this was a first.
It went through whatever emergency call routing thing and then someone picked up.
"H... hello?"
-Yes, this is the 112 Emergency Center. How can I help you?
"I... well... that is... what am I supposed to say?"
-Caller? You can take your time.
I spilled everything—starting from doing the laundry, to having a meal with Yeji, to that woman coming back and ringing the doorbell.
Then, along with a message saying they would dispatch officers immediately, a text arrived.
-Your phone location has been tracked for emergency rescue.
"Wow, so that's that location tracking or whatever?"
"What? Ah, this... it is pretty amazing."
Yeji stepped on that woman's—stalker, kidnapper, rapist, whatever she was—head with her foot while peering at my phone.
Then, she suddenly grabbed the woman's hair and yanked her face up.
So women's hair really doesn't come out from being pulled like that.
"You hear that? That's the sound of your life going to shit."
"....You fucking cunt."
Yeji let go of the hair she was holding.
And with a thud, the woman's head slammed into the floor.
That's gotta hurt like hell.
***
"Then please accompany us to the station."
We got into the police car for victim interviews.
Anyway, she was caught in the act, but the crime scene investigation unit had come and was working on the front door.
From what I heard, criminals like this tend to mark front doors with pens or something so they can come back and enjoy themselves later.
Since they caught the culprit, they needed to charge her for all the previous cases at once, so they were investigating the patterns and traces she'd left behind.
Wow, first time reporting to the police, first time riding in a police car.
Absolutely fascinating.
"Right. Yeji Nuna, don't you need to disguise yourself?"
"No one but A-ra does that. She's the special one."
"Hmm... really?"
Well, that's her own choice.
Living with pride in being a famous celebrity even in private moments like this—that's pretty cool.
It means you have that much confidence.
We arrived at the police station and went into separate interrogation rooms.
It felt less like the dark room with a single lamp you see in movies, and more like a counseling center?
"So, when you came out, the package was gone."
"Yes. So I called my wife, and she said she'd send Yeji Nuna..."
"Hmm... you were lucky."
"Excuse me?"
"Normally, when they fail on the first attempt, most criminals flee the scene. Coming back for a second attempt means they've completely lost their minds—that's when things could have gotten really bad for you."
Definitely.
The first time, she only had work gloves and packing tape. The second time she came, she was carrying a kitchen knife too.
They tie your hands and feet, rape you, and when they get bored, they stab you to death.
Then they secretly dump the body... ugh...
I suddenly felt nauseous.
"Are you okay? Should we stop here?"
"Yes... I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Where in this world should a victim have to be sorry?
We'll take care of the rest."
"Uup... I'll leave it to you."
I held back the vomit as long as I could and ran into the bathroom.
Then I shoved my head into the toilet and let the vomit pour out of my mouth.
I hadn't been stabbed, but it felt like my back had been pierced, and the sensation of cold, cold metal touching my flesh took over my whole body.
Even though I knew it was just imagination.
I dragged myself out of the bathroom, and Yeji handed me a handkerchief.
I took it and wiped around my mouth.
Sniff sniff... a fragrant smell.
"I'll wash this and return it to you."
"It's fine. Give it here."
"Uh..."
She snatched it from me.
At this rate, I'm failing as a man.
"If you're sorry, just make me dinner tonight."
"That's enough for you?"
"Obviously. Want to go grocery shopping?"
Yeji had come running the moment she heard I was in danger.
In a way, she was my benefactor.
The fact that all she asked of me was dinner—it made me let out a bitter laugh.
"Just how much do you like food..."
"Honestly, if I could quit my job and just eat all day, I'd quit being an idol."
"What?! You know that's a seriously dangerous thing to say, right?!"
"Heh heh, only you know."
The laugh suddenly sounded like an old man's...
But it seemed like she meant it.
If I'd recorded that and posted it to Yeji's fan cafe right away, it probably would've been enough fuel to keep the gossip going for a year.
When we stepped outside the police station, an enormous crowd had gathered.
They were holding cameras and microphones...
No way, were those people reporters?
"Yeji-ssi? KGS reporter Lee Il-hwa! Would you be available for a brief interview?!"
"Shilla Ilbo reporter Kim Je-hee! Please give us an interview about why you visited the police station!"
"Yeji-ssi!!!! Jejung Ilbo reporter Kim Jae-woo!"
"Unhwa Ilbo's..."
"Nobel Shinmun's..."
Countless outstretched hands were thrust toward Yeji.
Like a pro, she gave only brief answers and pushed the reporters back.
It seemed the reporters didn't know what had happened either.
"Seong-hwan-a! Yeji Unnie!"
Just then, I heard someone calling us along with an incredible exhaust note.
That was that sound.
The Porsche Boxster GTS exhaust note.
"Eun-ji? What are you doing here..."
"What do you mean, what am I doing! A-ra Unnie sent me! Get in, quickly!"
"This car is a two-seater..."
"Hm... so it is."
Driving over in the Porsche without even thinking about that—that was so like Eun-ji.
But then, she suddenly dropped a bomb I never could have imagined.
"Yeji Unnie can get in, and Seong-hwan-i can sit on top of her!"
"......."
"......."
She actually put that forward as a solution.
Maybe if I were a little kid.
I'm a twenty-year-old married man.
No matter how close she was to my wife, sitting on her lap...
"Well, there's no other way, is there! If I let you take a taxi, A-ra Unnie said she'd kill me!"
"She'd go as far as killing you..."
"No, knowing A-ra's personality, I think it's possible."
Hmm...
Guess there's no choice.
I have to ride.
"Fine. But absolutely do not put the top down. Got it?"
"Got it, got it. In exchange, make me dinner!"
"Yeah... let's stop by my place first, then go grocery shopping..."
These women really seem to love eating.
Yeji got in first, and I sat on top of her.
I considered suggesting I sit facing the other way, but I let it go.
Because of the position, and the location...
My great and mighty dragon felt like it would be pressed right up against that spot.
Once the two of us were in, Eun-ji started stepping on the gas hard.
I was dying of embarrassment from the position alone, so please, just drive a little slower...
***
"Seong-hwan-a! Are you okay?!"
When we got home, A-ra greeted me with an anxious expression.
She must have been worrying the whole way here from Busan.
She was trembling... no, she wasn't trembling.
"Yeji Nuna was with me, so I was fine."
"Yeji-ya... no, Yeji Unnie, really, thank you."
"Ahaha... hearing thanks even from A-ra, I'm lucky today."
Yeji gave an awkward smile.
Watching A-ra grab her hands and shake them, thanking her over and over, I smiled bitterly.
"A-ra Unnie! Aren't you grateful to me too?!"
"Our Eun-ji too, thank you so much. I don't know what I should do for you."
"Hmm... would it be okay if I came over whenever I want to eat Seong-hwan-i's cooking?"
"Oh please, as long as Seong-hwan is fine with it, it's perfectly fine. But don't come too often."
"......"
It seemed like weekends were off the table.
And as long as I'm fine with it...
So A-ra was going to push the responsibility onto me.
Eun-ji looked up at me with sparkling eyes.
Staring at me with such a cute face.
That was basically blackmail. Blackmail.
"Ugh... fine. Yeji Nuna, come over anytime you want to eat, too."
"But don't come too often."
Firm, yet subtle.
She was probably on guard.
Not that she needed to be...
Those two didn't think of me as a man anyway. They just thought of me as A-ra's husband, nothing more.
And I only thought of them as A-ra's coworkers, too.
Eun-ji, Yeji, and I all laughed at the sight of A-ra like that.
A big laugh at that.
***
"Huu... it's over."
"You worked hard."
"You're the one who went all the way to Busan and back. Aren't you tired?"
I stroked A-ra's cheek.
Because I was so grateful and sorry to this beautiful wife who had come running the moment she heard I was in danger.
A-ra stroked the hand that was stroking her.
Then she hugged me tightly.
I could feel her trembling a little and sniffling.
"I... I was so shocked."
"I'm sorry."
"When I heard that, I thought I'd be angry at that woman first... but I was more scared about what might happen to you."
"........"
I pushed A-ra's shoulders back a little, putting some distance between us.
She resisted a bit, but A-ra couldn't push me away, and in the end she had no choice but to show me her face, wet with tears and snot.
Without a word, I kissed her on the mouth.
I slid my tongue in and pushed my saliva inside, and tasted A-ra's saliva.
Intense yet soft, I played with her tongue like a cat playing with a small ball.
Maybe it was because she'd been crying and dripping snot.
I even tasted her snot.
But it didn't feel unpleasant at all.
Because it came from A-ra, far from disgusting me, it was an exciting taste that made me want to taste more.
And to match the intense yet tender deep kiss, I stroked her chest, running my hands down and caressing it.
That soft chest, somehow both small and large at the same time—it excited me no matter when I touched it.
Only A-ra could excite me like this.
I really had become someone who couldn't live without A-ra anymore.
"Noona, please take responsibility."
"Okay... I'll feed you and take care of you, Seong-hwan-a."
"No... ah..."
And A-ra pushed me down onto my back.
That day, as A-ra devoured me more intensely than usual, for some reason she felt even more lovely to me.