Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Lee Ha-young (2)
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After a class I couldn't tell if I was hearing through my nose or my ears finally ended.
Break time arrived.
Having somewhat pulled myself together in the meantime, I headed to the classroom where Ha-young was.
"Where's Ha-young? Just a sec— Oh, there she is."
Upon hearing she was there, I poked my head out to check.
Ha-young was pulling something out of a plastic bag and munching away.
What had she packed in that black plastic bag?
"Ha-young-ah— It's your boyfriend."
She turned at her friend's call, spotted me, and waved with a bright, innocent smile—my girlfriend.
Yeah. This was Lee Ha-young.
Exactly as I'd always known her.
-Munch munch munch.
But there were differences: her makeup was heavier than before.
And she was eating something from that black plastic bag.
It looked like jelly at a glance.
Up close, it definitely was jelly.
"Seong-min-ah! Why'd you come?"
She came right up and grabbed my hand.
Just that was enough to melt away all the suspicions from earlier.
"Uh, yeah. Just wanted to see you."
"Hehe. We're going on a date later."
"Yeah, but anyway... What're you eating? Jelly?"
"Ah... Yeah, jelly."
A reply with an odd nuance.
It only made me more curious.
"But why eat it from a black plastic bag? Gimme one to try."
"Ah. I ate 'em all. Just brought the leftovers from home."
"Really? Looks like there's more."
"What? You don't believe me? I said I ate 'em all."
A voice tinged with irritation.
Ha-young wouldn't normally snap like that.
"No, just curious. Let's share next time. We always do..."
"I ate 'em all. Just brought the leftovers from home."
"Alright, fine. We'll head out together after class? Walk through the park before your shift. I made cookies."
"Hehe. Yeah, okay."
My girlfriend was back to her usual self.
Break time ended, I returned to my classroom, slogged through a few more dull lectures, and it was finally time to head home.
I spent about thirty minutes on a date with my girlfriend.
She had to rush to her part-time job soon, so we couldn't make it longer.
I agonized the whole time over how to bring up what my friend had told me, but the date ended without me saying a word.
"Then I'll enjoy the cookies! Thanks~!"
With that, my girlfriend took the cookies and left.
We used to stroll through the park, chat a bit, then sit on a bench and share them.
Lately, though, she just takes them to go.
Says she wants to eat them as dessert while doing homework later.
So I had no choice but to hand over the whole batch.
[KakaoTalk hacking methods]
Back home, I typed that into Google.
But I soon shook my head and closed the tab.
I still wanted to trust my girlfriend.
I wouldn't let some crazy rumor sway me.
The next day.
I went to my girlfriend's classroom.
But there she was again, pulling jelly from that same black plastic bag and eating it.
She'd sworn it was all gone.
She'd never lied to me once before.
What the hell was going on?
"....."
I didn't confront her.
I just quietly slipped away from her classroom and pulled out my phone.
Then I typed in yesterday's search phrase and skimmed the results.
Now it was time to make a plan.
A week later.
After my date with my girlfriend, I got home.
I quietly stared at the KakaoTalk file I'd installed on my phone—hers.
"....."
A deep guilt squeezed my chest.
But that guilt was nothing compared to the anxiety gnawing at me now.
I just wanted to be free of it.
If I found nothing incriminating, I'd delete the file right away.
That's what I vowed as I launched her hacked KakaoTalk.
The results were devastating.
"Jeong Su-a.... Why the hell is Jeong Su-a here."
Jeong Su-a.
Ha-young had been chatting privately with Jeong Su-a.
I double-clicked, and there was a ton of history.
The content was even worse.
"....."
It felt like the world was crumbling.
Was Ha-young's KakaoTalk hacked or something?
Fuck.
No way, right?
Fuck fuck fuck..............
Fuckfuckfuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
FUUUUCK!!!
"You FUCKING BASTAAAAARD!!!....... Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!... Ha-young! H-how the fuck! Fuck Ha-young!"
Emotions spiraled out of control.
Raw, unfiltered rage poured out.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
Snot dripped, saliva leaked, vision blurred.
Ears rang.
Breathing hurt.
Throat closed up, ears full of tinnitus.
Tears welled, blurring my sight.
My whole future looked just as hazy.
"FUUUUCK... Ha-young....."
She was my everything.
My whole world.
"You fucking sick pervert bastard!"
I snatched up my phone.
The guy who turned Ha-young into this.
I'll kill him.
[Master ♥]
The most recent chat in Ha-young's KakaoTalk.
This "Master" fucker.
With his disgusting mug as the profile pic.
This was the "Uncle" bastard.
"I'm gonna kill you!!!"
I clicked into his chat history.
Scrolled and scrolled, endless messages.
Scattered photos, videos, hearts.
Tears flowed again, blurring my vision.
I wiped them with my forearm, scrolled up further.
Endless chat log climbing upward.
When the hell did this start?
-Tap.
Focus on the key stuff.
I hit the [] icon in KakaoTalk.
The chat drawer appeared on the right.
I clicked 'Photos, Videos'.
"Ha............... Haha....."
Hundreds of photos and videos.
Lewd positions, slutty poses, eyes rolled back—hundreds of them.
My stomach churned.
I endured the nausea, scrolled up again.
Screen climbed endlessly.
The start of her fall was buried far in the past.
With patience, I kept scrolling.
Finally, the first video.
Ha-young's crying face as the thumbnail.
Her face, still pure and innocent, sobbing pitifully.
It broke my heart.
"....."
With trembling fingers, I clicked it.
And just like that, I witnessed Ha-young's descent into depravity.