Chapter 150
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 150
Eun-ah could now say with certainty that sexual torture was a highly effective method of torment.
Of course, she had learned this through her own body.
“Heok… heok…”
To be honest, even as she was buying all these things, a sliver of doubt had bloomed in a corner of her mind. Will this really work? Do I really need to use things like this?
The answer was…
A-Amazing…
Yes, she absolutely needed to use things like this.
It was truly a tremendous experience. Like a master of arms straight out of a novel, Mr. Honeybee had used every tool in just the right place at just the right time, satisfying her completely.
It was a happy, joyful moment.
But…
“M-Mr. Honeybee…”
“Yes?”
Eun-ah looked at Dokyun, whose face was drained of all energy as he replied.
“H-How do you know how to use… all of these…?”
It was a pure, innocent question. That was the best way to describe it. She was sure Mr. Honeybee had said this was his first time, too, so how could he handle all these items with such skill?
That was the question she posed, and in response…
“Uh, uhhh…”
Panic bloomed inside Dokyun.
If I had to pick the moment of greatest crisis since meeting her, Dokyun thought, I’d pick this one, right after the very first day we met.
As he watched Eun-ah’s sparkling eyes waiting for an answer, Dokyun felt a cold sweat trickle down his back.
His mind raced, desperate to come up with an excuse.
Dokyun wasn’t stupid enough to say, “Oh, I’ve used them with my ex-girlfriend. They’re familiar faces.”
Once again, his thoughts stretched taut as he searched for an excuse to get him through this crisis.
And so, after a long moment of deliberation, Dokyun…
“I, I saw it in porn!”
…ultimately chose social suicide.
Dokyun squeezed his eyes shut, shame coursing through his entire body. But it was the only plausible excuse he could think of.
“Ah…”
Had she bought it? When Dokyun cautiously peeked, he saw Eun-ah’s eyes twinkling.
“M-Mr. Honeybee, you’re amazing…!”
“I, I am?”
Even as he answered, waves of self-loathing washed over him.
A new thought followed. What part of that was amazing? The fact that he was well-versed in that kind of porn?
As he was mulling this over, Eun-ah continued.
“Y-Yeah… M-Mr. Honeybee, you only saw it in, in porn, but you’re s-so good at it…”
Twinkle, twinkle. Eun-ah’s eyes shone like stars.
“Wow, you’re a total natural…!”
A talent for using adult toys. It was clearly meant as a compliment, but Dokyun couldn’t quite take it as one.
His face a mess of shame and self-loathing, Dokyun managed to force an awkward laugh and reply.
“Th-Thank you.”
“Y-Yeah…!”
Eun-ah’s arms wrapped around Dokyun’s waist. She buried her face in his chest and let out a stream of giggles.
Trying to scatter the feelings rising within him, Dokyun let his mind wander. He then realized there was something he hadn’t told her yet and let out a small, “Ah.”
“That’s right. Eun-ah.”
“Yeees?”
“I’m going back to work the day after tomorrow.”
Flinch. Eun-ah’s body trembled.
A fact belatedly surfaced in her mind.
The fact that these adult toys were meant to sexually torture Dokyun and keep him tied to this place.
The fact that she had ended up using the tools she’d bought on her own body.
The fact that she’d been having so much fun she’d forgotten her original purpose.
Eun-ah broke into a cold sweat, her eyes darting around.
Wh-What do I do…!
She didn’t want this. She didn’t want Mr. Honeybee to go back to work.
When they woke up in the morning, they were supposed to roll around in bed together. In the afternoon, they were supposed to sit on the sofa, holding each other tight. In the evening, they were supposed to eat dinner together at the table.
And on the days she had to go to work, he was supposed to hold her hand all the way to her company, and when she got off work, he was supposed to be waiting out front to welcome her with open arms.
But if Mr. Honeybee went to work, they couldn’t do any of that.
“Y-You don’t have to gooo… I-I can provide for you, Mr. Honeybeee…”
Eun-ah hinted that he shouldn’t go back, but the reply that came back was devastating.
“Hey, how could I do that? If I just laze around without working, I’ll get lazy.”
He said it with a laugh, as if he’d just heard a funny joke.
At that, despair filled Eun-ah’s heart.
This evil society was trying to steal Mr. Honeybee away from her.
It was so unfair and miserable she felt like crying. She was so annoyed with Mr. Honeybee for not understanding how she felt that she grew angry.
Eun-ah didn’t bother suppressing the anger welling up inside her.
She quickly reached out, grabbed Dokyun’s cock with a thwack, and continued with a pout.
“N-No…! A-All Mr. Honeybee has to do is keep his dick hard…!”
What was the point of work? She was the one earning good money; Mr. Honeybee could just stay here. He could just laze around. He could just have sex with her all day.
Squeeze. She gripped his cock tightly, and under the pressure, it hardened.
“Uhm…”
Dokyun watched Eun-ah, who was holding and stroking his cock with a somewhat sullen expression.
Ah, so it still wasn’t enough, he thought.
It made sense, didn’t it? Eun-ah wasn’t vicious enough to say something like that and mean it. And if she had truly meant it, she wouldn’t be caressing his dick right now.
I guess if she’d been truly satisfied, she would have passed out by now.
Dokyun realized that he’d been so engrossed in playing with his long-lost toys that he hadn’t properly satisfied Eun-ah, and a sense of understanding settled within him.
It was a result created by Eun-ah’s subconscious actions.
While it was a situation that could only be described as two people in the same bed, dreaming different dreams, neither of them would ever realize the truth.
Because as Dokyun began to move again, wringing out every last drop of his remaining stamina to thrust his hips, a half-delirious Eun-ah had responded to his question, “So, I’ll start work the day after tomorrow, okay?” with a slurred, “Yeeheesss…”
*
Harim was disappointed.
Disappointed in the world.
Disappointed in her own cruel romantic luck.
The blind date last night. That was the problem.
He was a flower shop owner, so she’d had expectations. She’d expected a handsome man with a friendly face. She’d expected a gentle, passive type who would smile shyly with a soft voice.
But what was the man she actually met like?
A fucking bald guy!
Sun-scorched skin, cracked from UV exposure. A face like some country tomboy, topped with a bald head that reflected the lights. A physique best described as a “muscle pig,” accentuated by a black sleeveless t-shirt.
It wasn’t some young man from a flower shop; it was a gym rat obsessed with working out.
Fine, that much was okay. What did looks matter? After a while, all faces started to look the same anyway. Looks were just something you got used to.
After all, a person’s character was what mattered most, wasn’t it?
Having a conversational chemistry was what was important, wasn’t it?
And so, she tried her best to ignore it, but…
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sung Geun-tae. But my hair roots (mogeun) aren’t so sound (seong), eh? Heh heh.”
She seriously almost decked him.
It seemed like he was trying to be funny, but she wasn’t kidding—she’d almost been overcome with a genuine hatred for humanity.
The blind date left her with nothing but sighs and fury. That night, Harim once again went to her usual bar, got thoroughly drunk, and headed home.
…Fuck.
What a shitty world.
Sighing deeply at the rising despair, Harim looked over at Eun-ah, who had been flipping through documents with a silly grin on her face.
“Ehehe…”
Yesterday she looked like death warmed over, but today her complexion was completely restored. Would it be wrong of her to feel a twist in her gut over that?
…No.
I’m not the bad one here.
How could it be fair that she’s the only one who’s happy when I’m so miserable?
Harim narrowed her eyes and shot a comment at Eun-ah.
“Looks like something good happened to you.”
“Y-Yes, it did…”
Seeing Eun-ah’s cheeks flush red, Harim’s eyebrows shot up.
It was a reaction born from a feeling of, Oh, look at this one.
Eun-ah looked at Harim, who had spoken to her, then recalled the events of last night again. She lowered her head in embarrassment and continued.
“M-Mr. Honeybee… was… amazing.”
The toys were amazing, too, but Mr. Honeybee was at his most amazing when he used just his body.
He moved like a literal beast.
Eun-ah squirmed, recalling the previous night when she felt like her mind was about to fly away.
She could feel the space between her legs growing hot again.
“Heehee…”
Mr. Honeybee had decided to go back to work in the end, but that was okay.
B-Because he promised to do it for me every day instead…!
He promised to do it as much as I want, every single day. So she could bear it during the daytime.
The more she thought about it, the more the promise made her smile. Seeing Eun-ah grinning foolishly, Harim…
…Ah, for fuck’s sake.
…cursed again in her head.
*
On the third day after returning to work.
Dokyun regretted his decision.
Shit.
I should have just stayed home and done nothing.
“Assistant Manager Chae!”
Dokyun looked at Myeong-dae, who had once again messed up the paperwork and created more work.
“No, but why did it turn out like this? Ah, seriously, ah…”
The way he kept complaining, starting every sentence with an excuse, made him look genuinely wronged.
…No, why can’t you still do that? You’re a third-year employee now.
Dokyun was the one who wanted to complain.
Had he been off for too long? Had he rested for so long that the hardships of office life had been romanticized into fond memories?
He had forgotten about Myeong-dae’s fucked-up work ethic.
He had forgotten about Jeong Myeong-dae, the alchemist of work creation, the worst junior colleague in history.
Feeling his jaw clench, Dokyun forced a smile onto his face.
“It happens. Give it here, I’ll take a look.”
“Ah, seriously, it wasn’t supposed to be like this…”
Letting the whining go in one ear and out the other, Dokyun cleaned up his junior’s shit.
He felt like planting a fist in his face right then and there, but he held back.
These were the people in his department who had to cover his work for the six months he was on leave.
Since he’d made them suffer, shouldn’t he show them he was working even harder now?
Dokyun knew how to navigate social situations.
He was a man who knew what kind of image he needed to project right now.
Endure it. Just endure it, Dokyun…!
It wasn’t the first or second day. He would get used to it soon.
With that mindset, after cleaning up Myeong-dae’s mess and finishing his own work, it was already time to leave.
Dokyun let out a long breath and leaned back in his chair.
I’m dead…
Work like a human being? No, being unemployed was the best. Playing and eating was the best.
He wanted to hand in his resignation letter right this second. This didn’t feel right.
But…
…Still, it feels like I’m actually living.
A small laugh escaped him at the thought.
For nearly half a year, it had felt like he’d fallen into some strange wonderland. Now, those days finally felt like they were interlocking with his reality.
It felt like all the gears were finally clicking into place.
It was a rather strange and mysterious sensation.
Although half a year was not a short time, his workplace hadn’t changed one bit, as if the events of the past months had all been a dream.
Department Head Han, still complaining about his wife.
His junior, Jeong Myeong-dae, still incompetent at his job.
The trio of new hires, still roaming around together, exploring nearby restaurants for lunch.
Working with these familiar faces, he felt as if, at the end of the day, he would return to that old rooftop apartment. But when he came to his senses, he was always heading to the house where Eun-ah was waiting.
And then, as soon as he opened the door, she would come running out and jump into his arms, and he would hold that warmth and smile.
Finally, everything was finding its proper place.
Dokyun smiled faintly at the thought of Eun-ah waiting for him at home, then pushed himself up.
He wanted to hurry back, eat a hearty meal, and sleep.
Just as he had that thought.
“Assistant Manager Chae!”
He heard Department Head Han’s voice.
When he turned his head, he saw Mr. Han making the shape of a soju glass with his hand and tipping it toward him.
“A drink tonight?”
“Ah, I’m sorry. I have something to do today…”
“You do? Aww…”
As Mr. Han drooped like a puppy left out in the rain, another laugh escaped Dokyun’s lips.