Chapter 90
Chapter 90
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: The Guy I Know (5)
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I turned off my smartphone and set it down.
There was no longer any reason to watch the video.
I had briefly relayed what happened last night, and Choi Da-eun listened in silence.
“What the hell did that bastard do to you?”
At first, I planned to lend her my dick.
Even drunk as she was, I figured leaving video evidence of her giving me a blowjob would come in handy down the line.
But the mood wasn't right for it.
The second I saw Choi Da-eun, more dulled than her usual prickly self, and heard her teary voice begging for help, I scrapped the plan and had to revise on the fly.
I had no idea she was hurting this badly.
When we met with the mask on, she always came off as tough and bold—how was I supposed to know what was really going on inside?
I never even imagined she'd be suffering all alone.
‘Her opening up to me like that is huge.’
We'd been spending a lot of time together lately.
Even if she saw me as comfortable company, it made sense—we'd gotten pretty close.
And then we had that drinking session.
Even I had to admit, it was a good vibe.
She grumbled a bit, but the laughter never stopped—a relaxed, fun night.
That ended up being the trigger, crumbling the walls she'd built up and bursting the dam she'd held back.
She just couldn't hold it in anymore.
Choi Da-eun pressed her lips together tightly.
She stared piercingly for about three minutes before finally starting to speak.
“...You don't need to know.”
“Noona—no, Da-eun.”
I climbed onto the bed and scooted right up next to Choi Da-eun.
Then I looked into her eyes.
Her pupils were trembling violently.
It seemed like she'd decided it was too awful to put into words and wasn't about to tell me.
I grabbed the hand hiding under the covers.
Choi Da-eun struggled with all her might to shake me off.
She put on a show of resistance.
“Let go.”
There was no way Choi Da-eun couldn't overpower my grip.
If she really tried, she could fling me off easy.
I kept holding her hand tight.
“I want to help. Not sure if a guy like me is any use, but still.”
Truth is, I'm masked trash.
If I said that out loud, I'd probably lose my dick and balls, so here's my inner confession instead.
“I thought you were the strongest person in the world, Team Leader. But what's this? You're too weak.”
“...It's not bad enough for you to worry, you idi—dummy.”
No, I really am an idiot.
Don't call me dummy.
Calling me dummy instead of idiot 'cause it feels bad treating masked trash and me the same—god, that's so damn cute.
“Whether I worry or not is up to me. You don't get to order me around, Team Leader. You spilled it in front of me 'cause you couldn't handle it alone, right? And now you're gonna bottle it up again? Come on.”
“......”
“You cried in front of me, and now I have to pretend I didn't see?”
I gently stroked the back of Choi Da-eun's hand.
Even with our hands clasped together, she didn't reject my touch—she accepted it.
“Tell me. What that bastard did to you, how he's still messing with you. I want to help you, Team Leader. Just like you helped me...”
Choi Da-eun hadn't abandoned me.
She'd half-decided to kill me at one point, but she held back and didn't, so we'll let it slide.
Park Sun-woo from a month ago?
Even I'd probably snap.
Way outside the realm of understanding.
Choi Da-eun stared straight at me.
“...You heard everything last night, right? That video seemed super long.”
“Yeah, I heard it all.”
She'd spilled everything about what happened with masked trash.
How he'd raped her, taken her virginity, and was still toying with her even now.
We weren't quite dating, but there'd been a vibe building—then she drops that bomb.
Our good thing turning sour wouldn't be weird at all after a confession like that.
‘...Because masked trash is me.’
Choi Da-eun didn't know it, but the guy who'd actually taken her virginity was me.
I still remembered it vividly.
The traces of her hymen tearing, the virgin blood staining my dick.
So whether it was rape or not didn't matter.
No damage to me, the one who'd deflowered her.
If I'd been some third party crushing on Choi Da-eun, yeah, it'd hit hard mentally—but luckily, I wasn't.
That's why I could embrace it with broad magnanimity.
Choi Da-eun looked incredulous as she asked again.
“...You heard all that and still say this?”
“Say what? That I'll help?”
I got what she was worried about.
First experiences—the thing everyone, young or old, prizes above all.
Her face looked fierce even now.
Who knew a tough-looking woman like her could make that expression?
Choi Da-eun hesitated, mumbling as she asked.
“...Don't you like me?”
“I do.”
I stepped up bold as brass.
Like me or not, no way to prove it anyway.
‘Love might be a stretch... but who cares?’
I wanted Choi Da-eun.
I wouldn't hand her over to any other guy.
That was enough for me.
“...And you're okay with that?”
“Why wouldn't I be? Is there a reason it shouldn't be? Should I get mad at you, Team Leader? Yell about how I'm still a virgin but you're not?”
“You psycho? Why are you jumping the gun like that?”
“Wasn't that what you meant by asking if I'm okay?”
Choi Da-eun furrowed her brows.
She pouted her lips and grumbled.
“Kinda, but hearing it like that makes you sound like a psycho.”
“I'm not psycho-like—I'm an actual psycho.”
Virginity is huge.
Even if time travel became real, that fact wouldn't change.
But no need to throw cold water on the mood.
A white lie, a kind lie—that's what Choi Da-eun needed right now: comfort and empathy.
“Team Leader, I think emotions matter most when sharing love. Someone forcing it and trampling you—that's not love. Do you love that bastard? The one who forced himself on you?”
“...No way. I'd never like him—ever! I want to kill that fucker.”
Choi Da-eun glared fiercely.
I could feel her rage toward masked trash.
“Then we're good. I'm a virgin, after all.”
“...Wh-what? You little shit, what does your virginity have to do with this? Do I have to fuck you or something?”
“Knew you'd say that.”
Of course I'd expected her to backpedal, so I filmed the video.
──I think this stuff is for people who are dating. Asking to borrow a dick out of nowhere is kinda burdensome...
──Then let's date. So lend me your dick.
──Ah, really? Spilling everything made you feel better? You're suddenly so casual?
──Whatever, give me the dick.
Drunk Choi Da-eun lunged at Park Sun-woo's pants, trying to yank them off.
──That bastard's dying to nail you, so why are you like this?
──We've been dating less than a day—flashing dick and pussy already is kinda funny. I'm the normal one. Masked trash is the criminal.
──Fair.
──So just sit pretty and take it.
Park Sun-woo filmed the video while fireman's-carrying the clingy Choi Da-eun.
Kwang-!
Choi Da-eun, tossed aside, collapsed and didn't get up.
She sprawled out spread-eagle and started snoring.
“You came onto me first, Noona. I said no, but you suggested dating first.”
“...Me, first? To you?”
“That's not why I offered to help, though.”
I tightened my grip on her hand.
Locking eyes to remind her we were holding hands.
She didn't seem inclined to pull away anymore.
“I'm not mad at you, Noona. But that bastard messing with you? Yeah, I'm pissed. I want to kill him too.”
“...You like me?”
“Ugh, stop asking.”
Choi Da-eun's mouth twitched.
Her nostrils flared crudely.
“Ahem. Surprisingly manly?”
“Anyway, that's what I meant. I want to help you, Noona. You helped me too—beating down those Kim Soo-min bitches, getting my 20 million won back.”
Choi Da-eun's lips quivered hard.
She started to say something, then whipped her head away.
Avoiding my eyes like she was embarrassed.
“...They were the ones in the wrong...”
“That masked guy's trash too.”
“Date me and you'll just suffer.”
“You do have a bit of a crazy side, Team Leader.”
“Not like that!”
Choi Da-eun slumped her shoulders and gauged my reaction.
The blanket she clutched to cover herself slipped down a bit, revealing the huge tits trapped in her bra.
My dick, oblivious to the mood, bulged up.
The front of my panties swelled.
“......”
No way Choi Da-eun didn't notice.
Not some F-rank—she's C-rank. A hunter right next to her couldn't miss the guy's arousal.
She was just pretending not to.
“What I'm saying is...”
“I know.”
I knew what she was worried about.
“You'll keep getting screwed over until we catch masked trash. If we get even closer, it'll just hurt more.”
“...Yeah.”
Dating was premature.
She'd only said it drunk last night—claiming we were together now would be ridiculous.
“I'm fine.”
I looked at Choi Da-eun as I said it.
More serious than ever.
“No matter what filthy shit you've been through, Noona, it won't change how I feel. Unless you end up liking him from some Stockholm syndrome bullshit...”
“Never.”
Choi Da-eun shook her head.
Her face set firm, voice dripping killing intent as she burned with hatred for him.
“Never gonna happen. I'll kill that bastard myself.”
“That's the Choi Da-eun I know. So it's fine. No need to worry about me. Worry about your own heart instead.”
I subtly reached out and wrapped an arm around her bare shoulder, patting her gently.
“...Just for today. As an alliance celebration.”
“Thanks. Let's catch that bastard somehow.”
The moment she felt human warmth, her emotions seemed to surge.
Choi Da-eun's shoulders shook.
“Hic.”
I felt a twinge of guilt—poison then antidote.
Of course, my dick was honest.
Four hours till motel checkout—plenty of time for thirty blowjobs or so.
When to bring it up?
I started gauging Choi Da-eun's mood.
She was sniffling, so timing was tricky.
“You okay?”
“Fuck, don't talk to me. Hic.”
“Got it.”
I kept patting her automatically and waited for her to compose herself.