Why the Hell Is He Here?

The door slammed shut with a heavy bang, and a thick, oppressive silence settled over the club room once more. The laughter that had filled the space just moments ago, the sharp crack of the metal ruler—everything had vanished in an instant. It made the events that had just unfolded feel like some distant hallucination from long ago.

“…….”

Even though Lee Jiun’s voice had disappeared, other traces remained. The heavy scent of night-blooming flowers, the smell of sweat, the thick aroma of arousal, the unmistakable scent of a female in heat. And finally—

Kim Minji, sprawled on the floor, trembling faintly.

“Ugh… hic… huuuh…”

For a long while, Minji stayed facedown, sobbing with broken hiccups. Just how hard had she been hit? Her bright red ass, poking out from the high-leg fishnet panties, twitched in tiny spasms. It was a truly miserable sight. The bruised backside, the dried streaks of fluids between her legs, her swollen breasts—everything. But most of all, it was her face, completely covered in every kind of liquid, that looked the most wretched.

“…….”

I grabbed some wet wipes from the corner of the room and plopped down beside her.

“Hey.”

She flinched. At the sound of my voice, Minji’s shoulders jerked upward. She glanced at me for a split second before hurriedly looking back down at the floor—like an ostrich burying its head in the dirt. She didn’t say a word, but her meaning was crystal clear: Don’t look at me right now.

“…….”

Without a word, I gently lifted her chin. Then I carefully wiped away the mess around her eyes and mouth with the wet tissue. Once her face was somewhat clean, I folded a fresh one and held it to her nose.

“Blow.”

“Hngh— What blow?! N-no… I’m not a kid…!”

Minji shook her head like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum. But I pressed the tissue firmly against her nose.

“Just blow, okay? We need to get everything out.”

“…You fucking bastard…”

Kim Minji spat out the curse and started sobbing again. I understood. After all, I wasn’t entirely innocent in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠how things had gotten this far. My current behavior probably felt like giving her poison and then offering the antidote.

“Good girl. Come on, blow.”

“Huuu… hic… hngh—!”

In the end, Minji surrendered to my persistent touch. Her limbs were still too weak to move properly, so she only turned her head slightly and blew her nose. Every time she put effort into it, a wet splat sound came out, and thick, sticky fluid soaked through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the tissue onto my palm. Honestly, the sensation was pretty disgusting. It felt like smelly slime.

I tossed the used wipe aside and held a fresh one under her nose.

“Alright, one more time. Blow.”

Even as fat tears rolled down her cheeks, Minji obeyed again.

Pffft— Splurt— Glorp—

“Ugh…!”

As expected, there was still plenty of mucus left in her nasal cavity. The thick semen I had pumped into her was now sliding out in heavy clumps, passing through her mucous membranes.

“There we go. Good job. One more. Blow—”

“Huuuung… pffft— Krrng! Sniff… huuuh…”

After blowing her nose several more times, clear mucus finally started coming out. Only after she had expelled everything did Kim Minji seem to breathe a little easier.

“Fuck… fuuuuck… you son of a bitch… I’m really going to kill you…”

Her curses came out between sniffles, but there was no strength left in her voice. The same went for her actions. With teary eyes, Minji clutched tightly at the hem of my shirt. Her makeup was completely ruined, her eyes were puffy, and her nose was bright red. She looked like a total mess.

But strangely—almost disturbingly—her broken appearance somehow looked… beautiful.

The complete defenselessness of Kim Minji, who had fallen so low, stirred a sadistic urge in me while simultaneously awakening a strange possessiveness.

“Looks like you still have the energy to curse.”

“Shut up… just shut up already…”

Minji weakly punched my chest with a fist that had no impact whatsoever. I wrapped my arms around her waist.

“Get up. Let’s go home.”

“…….”

Minji didn’t resist. When I lifted her up, her body fluttered like a paper doll, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠completely limp. “Ugh…!”

But standing on her own was still too much. Her legs trembled, her knees buckled, and she swayed unsteadily. I draped one of her arms over my shoulder and wrapped my other arm firmly around her waist, supporting her full weight. Together, we made our way to the shower room inside the club room.

The moment we stopped in front of the shower stall, Kim Minji suddenly pushed weakly against my chest.

“That’s enough… go away…”

She trudged over, grabbed the shower door handle, then hung her head low. Her small shoulders trembled faintly. With her gaze fixed on the floor, she asked in a tiny voice,

“Do I… look really ugly right now?”

Her voice was barely a whisper, as thin as a mouse’s tail. Just from that wet, shaky tone, I could tell how thoroughly her pride had been shattered during the earlier play.

I quietly looked down at the crown of her head.

“No? You look pretty.”

“…What?”

Minji lifted her head. Her slightly bloodshot eyes stared straight at me, as if checking whether I was lying. But there was no need to check. I meant every word.

“Honestly, I thought you were pretty from the first day you started working here. I thought so earlier, and I still think so now.”

When I repeated it with firm conviction, Kim Minji’s pupils trembled. A faint blush brushed across her pale cheeks.

“…What the hell are you saying, you crazy pervert…”

She suddenly whipped her head away.

“You’re going to wash up, right?”

When I handed her a towel, she snatched it without a word. Then she stepped into the shower stall, cracked the door open, and poked her face through the gap.

“While I’m washing, go do the laundry in the bathroom! And clean up the mess! Also, I’m throwing these p-panties away! Where the hell did you even get something like this…!”

Her face disappeared back behind the door. After waiting a moment—

Whoosh—

Her skirt, blouse, bra, and the perverted underwear flew out of the shower one after another. I silently picked them up.

“…….”

Sniff sniff— After taking one deep breath, I carried them to the bathroom and washed them thoroughly.

By the time we reached Minji’s neighborhood, the twilight had already settled in thick. Drying the washed clothes with a hair dryer and waiting for the exhausted Minji to regain some strength had taken quite a while. She had insisted she was fine and tried to refuse, but I stubbornly offered to walk her home. The excuse was that our houses were in the same direction anyway. But the real reason was different.

After the horrific time Kim Minji had endured today, I couldn’t help but feel guilty as one of the perpetrators.

Beep beep beep—

In front of her building entrance, Minji’s fingers froze in midair as she entered the passcode. With only one number left, she slowly turned around and looked up at me.

Under the streetlight, her cute squirrel-like eyes stared at me. For some reason, the sight felt so fleeting and sorrowful that a sharp sting pierced my chest, like a needle pricking my heart.

Hmm, why does this feel like this? I had no idea.

“Hey.”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t misunderstand what happened today. It’s not like I wanted it… I’m not that kind of girl.”

Minji tried to look fierce, but her eyes were already wet and trembling, so it had no effect at all.

“You and that pervert Lee Jiun forced me… I got a little scared… so I had no choice. Got it?”

“Yeah. I got it.”

When I answered obediently without my usual sarcasm, Minji’s lips parted slightly. There was a high chance she had more to say—or wanted to hear something from me—but she simply turned her head away sharply.

Beep.

The final number was pressed, and the glass door opened. Minji walked inside with heavy steps.

Whir—

When she took a step back inside, the automatic glass door slid shut. The transparent barrier slowly separated me from her.

Just before the door closed completely, Kim Minji’s lips moved.

“…Go. I don’t want to see your face.”

“…Okay.”

I answered briefly and turned around. After a few steps, I glanced back.

Kim Minji was still standing there. Behind the closed glass door, she kept watching me as I walked away.

“…….”

Hmm—

The moment I got home, I collapsed into my gaming chair without even showering. Out of habit, I turned on my phone.

Today’s play had gone far beyond simple lewd acts. It had been an intense session that scraped Kim Minji’s pride all the way to the bottom. Honestly, I was curious. What kind of price tag would the system put on this?

“Huu…”

After taking a deep breath, I launched the Pandora app.

Flash—!

The instant I checked the reward history, loud sound effects filled the room. A barrage of flashy purple fireworks exploded across the screen.

Damn, it really popped!

The total DP earned from today’s play in the club room was 5,400. An enormous amount that could fund multiple plastic surgeries.

“…Ha—”

A dry laugh escaped me. It felt good to earn so much. “It does feel good, but…”

Yet something heavy sat in my chest, like I had swallowed a lump of lead. It didn’t feel refreshing at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all.

I leaned back deeply in the chair and stared at the ceiling.

“…Feels dirty?”

I already knew the reason. It was because of Kim Minji. This massive reward was, in a way, the price of her dignity.

At first, Kim Minji had been nothing more than a DP mining tool to me. The part-timer who ignored, despised, hated, and insulted me. My original plan had been to become an alpha male and get revenge on her. A real-life version of those trashy dramas like Temptation of an Employee. In short, I had defined our relationship as one where I would enjoy her moderately, use her moderately, and then discard her.

But somehow… as ridiculous as it sounds, watching Minji being forced to deepthroat today and then collapsing into my arms with her ruined face made me realize something.

I was starting to fall for her.

I had known for a while that she was slowly falling for me. But even though I wanted to deny it, I was falling for her just as deeply—if not deeper.

So defining our relationship as simple exploitation at this point would be far too cruel a deception, both to myself and to her.

“Wait, why am I having these deep thoughts when I never asked for this kind of fate?”

I ruffled my hair. An uncontrollable variable named Lee Jiun, and these strange feelings toward Kim Minji that kept growing uncontrollably. These were worries I would never have imagined in the past.

What the hell was I supposed to do from now on?

“Sigh… My head’s a mess. I need a cigarette.”

I grabbed my pack and lighter and left the house, hoping the cool air would clear my mind.

The area outside the building was slightly chilly in the darkness. I found a secluded corner in the alley where no one would come and crouched down.

Click— Click— Clickclickclickclick—

“Ah, shit. What the hell.”

The lighter wouldn’t ignite. It must have run out of gas.

“After coming all the way down here…”

Just as irritation surged at the thought of having to go back upstairs, a white hand suddenly reached into my field of vision, holding a lighter.

Flick— Whoosh.

“Sssip— Haa. Ah, thank y—”

Only after taking a deep drag and exhaling did I turn my head to see who my kind neighbor was.

“Huh?”

The moment I saw her face, the cigarette fell from my lips.

“Hiiiiiiik—!”

Right beside me, Lee Jiun was calmly exhaling cigarette smoke with an indifferent expression.