Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: The Choreographer's First Experience (3)
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Wasn't he?
I felt unnecessarily sorry.
Just moments ago, I'd been absolutely convinced he was gay.
'Ah, damn you, Han Nam-do.'
Of course, if you really thought about it, it wasn't Han Nam-do's fault. It was my own wild misunderstanding...
But in times like these, blaming someone else helped steady my nerves a bit.
"You like women normally, right?"
"Yes, that's correct."
"But when you're alone with a woman like this, your condition worsens?"
"......"
Wang Im-hwan nodded.
"The doctor said it's post-traumatic stress disorder."
"PTSD..."
"That's right."
"How did that happen to you?"
I wondered if I should pry so much...
But I couldn't hold back my curiosity.
No, more than that, if I didn't ask about something like this, we wouldn't have any topic to keep the conversation going.
What small talk could you expect from someone who found it hard just to breathe in the same space as me?
"It was probably around my second year of middle school."
He was even telling me.
'Maybe he wanted to talk about it?'
If so, now was the time to listen quietly.
Talking was important, but listening was just as crucial.
"Every school has them, you know... those popular cliques. And in those groups, there are always one or two girls who are super popular at the time."
"Mm, yeah."
I wouldn't know much since my high school was all-boys.
But I'd experienced it back in co-ed middle school.
'Whenever boys and girls mix, there are always those kids who overdo it.'
Girls or boys, it was the same.
Girls would get all flustered or embarrassed in front of boys and suddenly act out.
Boys would try to show off in front of girls and end up making fools of themselves.
It was like... instinct.
Wanting to look good to the opposite sex...
"There was this girl named Song In-seon in one of those groups."
"......"
"She was the type who'd tie her hair with a hair tie to get through the front gate in the morning, then let it down once she reached the classroom, getting scolded every day for breaking the hair rules. She was a girl who'd developed faster than the others."
"......"
"The white dress shirt uniform and green name tag suited her so well..."
He remembered it in such vivid detail?
'Ah, PTSD is when you can't forget the trauma even if you want to, and it keeps replaying over and over, right?'
I must have heard it somewhere. So many kids came back from the towers with PTSD.
"Probably no boy in our grade didn't know Song In-seon. Whenever we gathered in the auditorium, everyone would stare at her. Including me."
"......"
"It was a sweltering summer day. Even the central control AC had broken, so kids were playing rock-paper-scissors, with the loser fanning the winner with a textbook."
"......"
"I was a total kid back then too, so at lunchtime, I'd bolt out early to grab food at the central cafeteria."
"......"
"Like always, five minutes before fourth period ended, I'd tense up and get ready to sprint. The bell rang, I dashed out... and collided head-on with Song In-seon. Well, technically with someone taller than me. The spot we hit was a bit... dangerous."
He really remembered every single detail without missing a beat.
"That day, I made a huge mistake. Song In-seon looked at me with utter contempt and screamed her head off. After that, she started bullying me personally whenever she felt like it. Right in front of everyone."
"......"
"Over and over, dozens of times—I got beaten, verbally abused... and she tormented my important parts without mercy."
Why didn't you report it?
Or ask your parents for help... I couldn't say things like that.
Middle schoolers are naive.
And not everyone can judge rationally.
"Stupidly, back then I just wanted to die. Looking back as an adult, it was pathetic."
"You were a kid... Even adults make immature calls sometimes. It must've been worse back then."
"Haha, that's comforting."
Wang Im-hwan clenched his fist tightly and continued.
"Luckily... thankfully, I got assigned to a different high school from Song In-seon. I was over the moon. I thought the nightmare was finally over."
"......"
"But once I started high school, I realized the aftereffects of PTSD had set in."
"Fear of women?"
"That's part of it..."
Wang Im-hwan bowed his head even lower.
"Erectile dysfunction..."
"Erectile dysfunc... Huh? What?"
Whoa, suddenly switching to English? As a high school grad, that threw me off.
"It's embarrassing to say in Korean. Impotence hit me."
"...!!"
That's when sympathy hit me hard for Wang Im-hwan.
I-Impotence!
For a guy, that was thunderbolt-level misfortune.
'I'm... no, I'm impotent! What the hell? No way!'
That famous line was funny because I wasn't actually impotent.
But if it were real, there'd be no laughing about it.
"It, it doesn't even get hard on its own? Not even randomly?"
"No..."
Crazy!
No morning wood?
"No way..."
I felt like I could cry.
How huge was the shock that even natural bodily reactions wouldn't happen?
No wet dreams, then.
Not even masturbation?
Fuck, he doesn't even know the pleasure of jerking off to porn, spewing dirty talk at the girls on screen, and blowing your load all over it?
'Song In-seon, you fucking bitch.'
In my mind, Song In-seon instantly became a soulless monster who deserved to be beaten to death.
How could she ruin a man's entire life?
No matter how mad the heat made her, or how pathetic Wang Im-hwan was back then.
Overreacting that much to an accidental lunch-rush collision?
'Vicious bitch, trashy slut. Bet she's still spreading wide for her boyfriend right now.'
Even after becoming a succubus and changing genders.
I still had that bro empathy alive and well.
The man's soul was still in me.
Feels kinda proud.
"Haha... I've seen doctors, gotten counseling, shared with others. But you're the first woman to empathize this intensely. It makes me feel a bit better."
"No, anyone would get pissed hearing this!"
Right now, I was one of the guys.
"......"
Wait a sec.
But how did all this connect to ditching his appointment with CEO Jeong Byung-in on the spot?
Choosing us instead.
And calling me here alone?
"Sigh... So I've basically given up on that side of things and lived accordingly. Figured I'd stay single forever, avoid women altogether, just hang with guys. It was actually more comfortable that way."
No wonder people misunderstood him as gay.
"But this time's different. You chose a girl group..."
"Yeah, it turned out that way."
What changed his mind for this choice?
Damn, the curiosity was killing me.
Stop beating around the bush and spill it!
"It's embarrassing and awkward to say this, and I wonder if I should... but it's desperate for me, and that's why I called only you here, Hyun-ah..."
"It's fine! Say anything, I'm okay with it. Just relax."
Even if you randomly said, Actually, I was the black magician who cursed you to become a succubus.
...I'd get it.
Just spit it out already!
"On evaluation day... Your choreography caught my eye the most... Haah, I mean, that..."
"Yeah, that day."
"I mean..."
Ugh, fuck.
I wanted to say it outright myself.
The day my bra ripped off and my tits shook violently and blatantly.
The clip online racked up at least 5 million views.
Comments filled with guys jerking off to me—over 12,000 at least.
'Ugh, my mouth's itching.'
As an aspiring idol.
I couldn't spit out crude shit like that, so I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth to hold back.
Besides, the guy in front of me was a patient. A patient.
"...There was a little accident that day."
"Yeah, a kinda embarrassing one."
That was my best shot.
Phrasing it as politely as possible.
"That day, embarrassingly, I couldn't take my eyes off you."
"As a man, that's... no, I get it. But it wasn't your fault as the choreographer. It was mine for not preparing properly."
"Still."
"And then?"
"Then... while I was staring without realizing."
Wang Im-hwan bowed his head again.
He might end up touching the floor at this rate.
"...It got hard."
"Pardon?"
"After middle school, nearly 15 years with no sign of it... Even the doctors and I had given up on it... It stood up."
At that moment, I couldn't hold back the inner dude bursting out.
Clap clap clap clap!
"...?"
I applauded loudly, celebrating like it was my own victory.
"That's great! Seeing my big... no, my breasts got your... thing excited, and your long-dead little brother overcame hardship and adversity to raise its head!"
"Huh? No, uh..."
"Why are you moping after that story? We should hug and celebrate! Hell, we need cake and candles for this. Be happy! This is the best news ever!"
He'd said no morning wood.
First erection in 15 years.
This was on par with a balding guy who'd given up on hair suddenly sprouting a full head again.
'This is the power of a succubus.'
If it were a normal woman.
Even flashing something raunchier than tits wouldn't have worked.
It only happened because they were succubus tits.
Succubi were superior to any race at seducing men.
Anyway...
"A-Are you crying?"
I panicked seeing Wang Im-hwan suddenly tear up.
Damn, did I overdo it?
"Ah... N-No, it's not your fault, Hyun-ah. Truth is, I was terrified and exhausted."
"......"
"I was scared you'd suddenly get mad like Song In-seon, threaten me, or bully me the way she did." Hic.
Whoa, tears streaming like chicken shit.
Just looking at his face, I could tell how tense and scared he'd been.
Of course. For someone with PTSD like that, confessing alone with me must've been hell.
Thinking about it, if it were Mercedes' Hong Yu-jeong, maybe the same?
'Even so, he clung to that sliver of hope and called me.'
Wang Im-hwan was a man too.
He hadn't given up on his own manhood.
Moved by his resolve, I bit my lip hard.