Chapter 100
Chapter 100
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: Green Chili (4)
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Morning broke.
Instead of a hard floor, he felt a soft bed beneath him.
"…Da-eun noona?"
Where had Choi Da-eun gone?
The woman who should have been by his side was nowhere in sight.
Splash—
As he came to his senses, he heard the sound of running water from across the room.
It seemed Choi Da-eun, who had woken up first, was washing up.
Choi Da-eun, rubbing foam over her body under the spray.
The moment he pictured it, an image of her naked body flashed through his mind.
Her soft, squishy form that he hadn't even touched hovered tantalizingly before his eyes.
'That masked freak would bite and suck and savor and enjoy my Da-eun noona, so why did I make that stupid choice…!'
He'd pushed her away, citing some ridiculous notion of conviction.
And now he was already regretting it.
'Avatar'’s cute little joystick had begged him, wanting to find its match.
Tears welled in his eyes—no, a drop of pre-cum beaded at his tip.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
He threw off the covers, got out of bed, and strode toward the bathroom.
His dick, erect but only slightly bigger than a finger, swung as he went.
He pounded on the firmly shut door.
“Noona! Noona!”
—Huh? Huh?!
Her panicked reaction came from inside at his urgent calls.
Less than two seconds after knocking, the bathroom door swung open.
“What is it? What's wrong!?”
Choi Da-eun stared at him, her face full of worry.
Since she'd been showering, her thick pubic hair was soaked, clinging wet with water and suds.
She looked just like a drenched cat.
He said it in a truly serious tone.
“Noona, how about just a kiss?”
“…What?”
“Even if deep skinship is premature, a kiss should be fine, right? We've known each other for half a year now, yeah?”
“……”
Choi Da-eun's face twisted like a furious demon.
She ground her teeth, glaring at him.
“You scared the shit out of me calling like that. Huh? I thought maybe you were sick or something. What? 'Just a kiss'? You fucking asshole.”
“……”
A black aura seemed to roil behind Choi Da-eun.
Terrifying killing intent choked his throat.
This was the fear of death!
“…Hic.”
A hiccup escaped him involuntarily.
“You've been acting way off lately, haven't you? That's why you're spouting this crazy bullshit. A kiss? Kiiiiiiss?”
“S-Sorry.”
“When the mood was perfect, you should've just gone for it. Why act like a moron? See?”
“…I'll reflect on it. So, how about a little smooch…”
He puckered his lips and took a step toward Choi Da-eun.
She promptly smacked them.
“Ow…!”
“Hey, Park Sun-woo.”
While he reeled from the sudden attack, she seized the opening.
Choi Da-eun's hand gently gripped his balls.
“Cut the kiss crap, seriously. Unless you want these to pop.”
“……”
Choi Da-eun left her threatening message, her savage warning.
Then she shut the bathroom door.
The sound of water resumed.
It looked like he'd have to take the long way around.
About ten minutes later, the water stopped.
Freshly showered, Choi Da-eun emerged haughtily in just her underwear.
Last night she'd covered up tightly with a robe, but today she boldly bared her skin.
It was provocation.
Even someone as oblivious as him couldn't miss it.
'Just you wait.'
The humiliation Park Sun-woo had suffered would be avenged by the masked freak in his stead.
Tomorrow, or the day after—he'd summon Choi Da-eun then.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A day, two days of peaceful times passed.
'He's so cute.'
Choi Da-eun had decided to admit it.
That her eyes were skewed, her head gone mad.
[Park Sun-woo] ─ Day 2 praying for permission to kiss Da-eun-ie.
Even seeing this idiotic KakaoTalk made her laugh.
When she caught herself grinning in the mirror, she realized she wasn't right in the head.
Just reading his messages brought his voice to mind.
Frivolous and light, yet somehow reliable.
He never looked down on others, even if it meant putting himself down.
She only saw Park Sun-woo's merits.
His flaws looked like virtues now.
Before, she'd have felt self-loathing in this state.
Park Sun-woo, who can't even do his job right?
She'd have freaked out close to a meltdown.
But now, it didn't faze her.
She couldn't bring herself to praise him to his face—got shy for no reason—but she acknowledged him.
[Choi Da-eun] ─ Get lost lol
[Park Sun-woo] ─ (Selfie with lips puckered)
[Park Sun-woo] ─ Wi-Fi kiss
[Park Sun-woo] ─ Noona too quick
[Choi Da-eun] ─ Bullshit lol
[Choi Da-eun] ─ Should've done it when I said yes back then, dumbass
Did she know she always added two ㅋㅋs when lying?
[Choi Da-eun] ─ Never gonna happen lol. Like you said, let's get closer first yeah lol
Probably not.
'Doesn't make sense. I thought guys never turn down a girl saying let's do it.'
She searched online.
What're the odds a guy and girl go to a motel with good vibes and just leave the next day?
[Answer]
─ It's cuz your face is fucked up lololololololol wtf do you look like lololol even naked with just a robe and he doesn't fuck you? lmao Three-digit weight? lololol
[Answer]
─ 0%.
[Answer]
─ Dude's gay or something?
Different words, same meaning.
Impossible for a guy with working limbs and balls.
That was the conclusion.
'I'm not ugly.'
Choi Da-eun objectively assessed her looks.
Eyes, nose, mouth, skin, figure—nothing lacking.
Walking the street got her hit on dozens of times.
Seriously, every 100 meters some guy would pester her.
Though she'd never actually given out her number.
'That's pretty decent-looking, right?'
Choi Da-eun had wanted to sleep with Park Sun-woo.
If he hadn't played hard to get, they'd have done it two days ago in that motel.
Emotionless sex isn't real sex, as he said—so she wanted to try the real thing.
Wondered what it felt like with someone you like.
But Park Sun-woo wasn't on board.
He treated his first time as hugely important.
Mouth said it meant nothing, but his actions cherished that first experience.
It hurt Choi Da-eun.
The truth that some unknown guy had taken her virginity was irreversible.
Her mood soured instantly.
“Haa…”
Choi Da-eun spent the whole day glued to her smartphone.
From morning wake-up to bedtime, KakaoTalking Park Sun-woo.
To her, chats with him were a ray of light, a lifeline.
Without it, she'd worry about being summoned again.
Alone, she could barely hold on.
Misfortune follows happiness.
As if refusing to let her live easy, the masked freak summoned Choi Da-eun.
The ceiling changed.
Choi Da-eun's expression hardened as she looked up.
The masked freak stood before her.
“Da-eun-ssi, long time no see?”
He appeared naked as always.
Cock rock-hard and huge, he greeted her casually.
'…Fuck, it is big.'
A new specimen added to her mind.
Her instincts as a female compared the two cocks, ranking them.
Masked freak's long, thick dick versus Park Sun-woo's short, thin chili.
Thinking that way felt like insulting Park Sun-woo, so she shook her head vigorously to clear the stray thoughts.
'Big doesn't mean everything.'
Emotionless sex isn't sex.
Her feelings for the masked freak were far from love.
She hated him.
So getting ravaged by him wasn't sex.
Just her body as his jerk-off toy.
She steeled herself that way.
Calmed her ragged breathing, sorted her emotions.
“Did you do the homework I assigned?”
“…Yeah, I did. You bastard.”
“What homework was it? Practice fellatio and bring a video?”
The masked freak beckoned.
Gesturing for the video.
Choi Da-eun tossed her smartphone.
It was already playing the recorded clip.
Slurp, slurp—
He cranked the volume to max.
Dick-sucking sounds echoed through the room.
“Da-eun-ssi, who's the guy? Boyfriend?”
“…Do I have to answer that?”
“Eh, doesn't matter if you don't.”
After checking the video, he tossed the phone back.
Choi Da-eun pocketed it while eyeing him warily.
“You didn't do the homework properly.”
“What?”
He voiced his dissatisfaction flatly.
“Barely a minute. That's not practice.”
“You told me to record fellatio practice, so I did exactly that. Why pull this shit now…!”
“Right, my homework, so you did as I said. Good job. But that's not the end. How I grade it is up to me.”
“…You fucking…”
The masked freak called the shots.
Mana contract or not, that hadn't changed.
Choi Da-eun had to obey.
“So what? You not paying up?”
“Didn't like the homework. I'm doing this out of goodwill for you, and you can't even do this simple task right. I'm disappointed.”
“……”
Choi Da-eun scowled fiercely.
Ignoring her, he continued.
“Your boyfriend seems like a premature ejaculator? As a fellow man, tears cloud my eyes. So, as a bonus, more homework.”
“…Fuck.”
“Still a fellatio video. But this time, I'll set the length. Ten minutes. Exactly ten. He can't cum in ten minutes.”
“What?”
The mouth under the mask twisted mockingly.
He was laughing at Park Sun-woo, not himself.
Rage boiled in Choi Da-eun.
“Homework talk ends here. Time to use Da-eun-ssi's pussy after so long.”
“……”
“Knowing another man's touched it makes it hotter. Forgive me if I get rough. Got it?”
“……”
Choi Da-eun clenched her teeth.
Then she recalled the mana contract.
5. Trash must pay compensation each time ejaculating by Choi Da-eun.
Interpretation-dependent clause, scope varying wildly.
Him just using her pussy could count as ejaculation by her.
She pressed him on it.
He smirked in response.
“Last time I came buckets, and my dick's fine, right?”
“…Yeah, fuck. That's the weird part.”
“Mana contracts are open to interpretation. The subject is Trash—me. In my view…”
Subject 'masked freak' made clauses about him.
“'By Choi Da-eun' means ejaculating from her active service. Not me just using her pussy. Service, in other words?”
“……”
“Your attitude matters. For example, if you jerked me off like you do your boyfriend… then maybe I'd have to pay. Just speculating.”