Five Girlfriends' Son-in-Law vs. the Sex Offender Father-in-Law
When I suddenly opened my eyes, finding myself inside a warehouse was a rather chilly scene in more ways than one.
There was no warmth to the place, no sense of human comfort. Living alone somewhere like this would turn a person cold and hard, I thought—and the fact that the room’s owner happened to be Hyeon only made it clearer what kind of life she must have been living all this time.
The weather’s nice and warm. Euna would love this. If I ask her later whether it’s good weather for flashing people, I wonder if she’ll laugh.
Hyeon, who didn’t look the type, was still sprawled out on the bed, snoring away in complete peace. I took a quick shower first. What surprised me was that even before I lost my memories, I must have come here often—there was a toothbrush with my name written on it, sitting out in plain sight.
…Cash’s place had been the same, hadn’t it?
Finding these little traces of my pre-amnesia self still felt strange. When I stepped outside, warm sunlight and country air greeted me. I’d been told that after stopping time, someone had hauled me all the way here on a motorcycle, but even accounting for that, this felt way too far out.
Stone-walled houses nearby, the ocean in the distance, a beach and a few guesthouses close by…
From the main house right next to the warehouse, a nasty incense smell drifted out, and from early morning I could hear the chanting of sutras. Outside the sliding-door entrance—rare for Korea—guests’ shoes were lined up in a row. A few of the cultists brushed past me as I leaned over the stone wall smoking, whispering among themselves.
All I really knew of Hyeon’s personal history was the sexual violence, but just looking at this scene was heavy enough. And yet Hyeon herself treated her own past so lightly. Maybe that personality of hers was why she could say she was fine—but even so, it made me almost afraid to ask the other girls about their own stories.
—It was that kind of unpleasant place.
“Fuck. What a goddamn shitty household. Every last one of them walks by staring with those dead-eyed souls. Did I do something wrong?”
I flicked my cigarette onto the dirt of the warehouse yard and crushed it under my shoe, irritation rising. Once my mood soured, even the warm sunlight felt too bright and annoying. My eyes had finally healed, but I still couldn’t stand it, so I grabbed the aloha shirt hanging in the warehouse and the sunglasses I usually wore, slipped them on, and felt a little steadier.
That was when it hit me.
Come to think of it… these clothes kind of feel like mine?
They had been hanging neatly on a big nail hammered into the wall right beside the bed, serving as a makeshift hanger. Even before I lost my memories I must have worn blind-man sunglasses. With the ocean and guesthouses all around, maybe someone had thoughtfully matched the vibe for me.
Anyway—what the hell had the me from before the memory loss thought when he looked at this house?
…No. No need to overthink it like that.
The me who lost his memories, the me who still had them—either way, I must have at least tried to pull Hyeon out of this place.
If it were me, I’d try to get everyone living together. Money’s an issue, sure, but in the worst case I could lean on Cash. The fact that she’s still staying here… maybe I was waiting until after university graduation, until the girls all had proper jobs… Everyone has expensive hobbies, and none of them are the type to freeload off Cash either……
For now I was treating all of them as girlfriends, but the atmosphere had been that Harin was the Jeongsil.
Was there even a worry that relying on Cash would mess up the hierarchy…?
……If I just had my memories, I’d know exactly what I was thinking when I left Hyeon here.
According to Hyeon’s guess, the one who took my memories was Euna.
Not confirmed, but still—unexpected.
What the hell did I do before losing my memories to hit the reverse scale of a girl who was basically a golden retriever?
“…………Mngh.”
I chewed on the cigarette filter, arms crossed, and groaned, but no answer came.
Spend a little more time with Hyeon, then go to Yuna, ask about her personal history, and get my legs back first… that was the priority. Once I had that, some kind of clue would turn up. I was smoking away with that thought when the sliding door opened and a bald head came crawling out.
He’d clearly lived here a long time—his skin was burned almost red, and from eating a lot of meat his belly stuck out in a big bulge. Middle-aged, roughly. He was wearing the kind of flashy outer robe you’d see on a cult leader in some neighboring country’s anime, and the way he looked at me was anything but friendly.
“…! ……!! Ah, no, that bastard…! That thing…!!”
Then he started babbling and pointing at me.
…What the fuck.
Do we know each other?
“You… y-y-y-you!!! You little shit…! Who the hell do you think you are, coming here?! You devilish thing! Get the hell out!!”
“—What?”
The bald middle-aged man, as if he’d eaten something wrong, came stomping over in slippers, roaring at the top of his lungs, but none of it registered in my ears. He was spouting pure nonsense right off the bat, so my brain just refused it. When he got close enough he looked me up and down, then saw my face and snorted.
“Heh, ha! I heard you got hurt and then you disappeared for a while! I almost couldn’t believe it! And you crawled all the way here looking like that?! Did you think I’d be scared of you or something, waltzing in so boldly?! You, you, you dog of a bastard! Back then I was helpless, but I’m not afraid of the likes of you!”
I had no idea what was going on, so I just spread my hands in surrender.
I raised both arms to show I had no hostility, and he took that as having found a weakness and closed in.
“You bastard, all the fight’s gone out of you! Your body’s hurting, isn’t it?! Didn’t I tell you back then?! If you do this to me you’ll receive divine punishment! That is the divine punishment, you bastard! You rotten son of a bitch, today of all days I’ll repay the humiliation of that time and offer a thanksgiving ritual to the gods of heaven and earth who gave me this chance!”
I genuinely had no clue what he was talking about.
“Stay right there! Yeah, stay right there! I’ll personally cripple whatever’s left of you!”
He looked so happy about beating up a disabled person that he even grabbed a club from the corner of the yard and came running. I was just about to turn my back and get out of the way when curiosity about who the hell this middle-aged guy was peaked—and his next line told me exactly why he was throwing this fit at me.
“──Stay away from my daughter, you devil!!!”
Ah.
“Fuck, if you’re the father-in-law you should at least introduce yourself as Father.”
“Gyaaaaaaaaaah!!!!”
Kwa-ja-ja-ja-jang~!
“Euheuuu~?! Uh, ah, euaaaaaaaah!!!!”
The second I heard that self-introduction of a line, the old man was rolling across the top of a broken jar stand.
Refreshing!
The impact was nothing like yesterday’s sparring. The sensation of old skin flattening and peeling under a fist thrown with real intent felt incredibly good.
“Hey old man, long time no see, huh?”
“Y-you, y-you, eyes, fuck, you blind-eyed bastard! Your eyes!! I heard your eyes hurt!!!”
“The world’s pretty nice these days. Looking at how a blind-eyed cripple like me can walk around just fine, I guess that so-called divine punishment is complete bullshit, huh?”
“You son of a bitch?! A-are you faking being hurt?! How can a person be this low!”
“Ptooey!”
“Aaaagh!!”
The smell of tar and nicotine flowing down his face made his already red face turn even redder, like a bomb about to explode. It was so funny it actually gave me energy, so I immediately mounted him and raised my fist.
“Listen here, old man. Clench that jaw.”
“You fuck, pffuah!! Ugh!! Uuugh!!! You son of a bitch, th-this is murder!!! Neighbors! This maniac is killing meeeeee!! Uuuugh!!! Ghk! Ghk! Kkeueok!!”
“Your jaw’s gonna dislocate. Hey hey, put your hands down, I said put them down. Your son-in-law’s offering free dental work and you’re turning it down? Don’t like free stuff? Huh, you don’t? I’m asking you right now!!”
“Ghk! Ghk! Kk, uh, uuuugh, ghk, ghk, uh, uuuugh!!!”
“Tch, damn, for an old guy you’ve got a lot of gold teeth. What, after the religion you planning to open a pawnshop?”
“Fuck, you bastard, you son of a biiiitch!!! You’ll receive divine punishment! You’re a bastard who’ll get divine punishment, you baaastard, euaaaaagh!!”
“Fucking divine punishment my ass. A bastard who gets a hard-on looking at his own daughter has the nerve to cry. I should tear that crotch of yours to shreds and it still wouldn’t be enough, and you’re talking divine punishment? Crazy fuck.”
I kept pounding him a few more times—thud thud thud—and the flesh stuck to my fists with wet little sounds.
The congestion that had been sitting in my chest cleared right out. I almost wanted to come beat him on a regular schedule.
“God is, God is watching!!! My daughter, you devil! Give me back my daughter!!”
“And if I give her back, what then? You gonna get another hard-on?”
“It was all necessary!! Devil, begone! Begoneeeeee!!! Ghk, ghk!! Cough, ka, uu, ghk!!!”
Whatever he was saying, I played along a little with the atmosphere, and sure enough he didn’t even seem to suspect that I didn’t know who he was.
I beat him just enough not to break anything, then stood up. The bald old man was gasping for breath but still wouldn’t admit any wrongdoing.
“Ever since you, ever since you appeared, my daughter’s been strange!! Before that she was such an obedient child! She followed Daddy’s words and offered the rituals! She was going to devote herself to the religion when she grew up! That girl who followed me so well met a devil like you and—!! Now she doesn’t even chant the sutras or train! Even when I tell her that if we don’t do it every day divine punishment will fall on the household! Even when I say she doesn’t need worldly things, that if she sticks a talisman on her private parts no matter how much that bastard makes sexual advances he won’t be able to do anything! After meeting you every day she became a slut drowned in lust!!!”
Private parts…
So he’d tried to stick a talisman on his own daughter’s pussy.
Son of a fucking bitch.
“In the old days she would have listened! She never had other thoughts! If I said it was all what the gods of heaven and earth wanted, she was such a good girl who listened to everything! And then she met a devil like you!”
“So when you heard I got hurt, you must’ve been thrilled, huh?”
“Of course! Of course! Of course! You son of a biiitch!! A bastard who should have died crawled out of the pit of hell and set foot here again! Give me back my daughter! My daughter! The good daughter who obediently listened to Daddy!!! Give me back Hyeonnnnn!!!”
“What do you mean give her back? If she wants to go, she goes.”
“Then at least talk to your daughter! Without you, her mother’s color has completely drained! My wife needs to borrow our daughter’s body every day and beat that body to regain her vitality! For the family’s sake, let’s start the training again! Please, please! I know the things are still left in the warehouse!”
This guy’s a complete lunatic, isn’t he?
Hyeon had said that after I beat him last time he never approached again.
But looking at this state, he’d clearly been waiting for the day he could lay hands on her again.
“I don’t particularly want to force my father-in-law into an ugly scene either, so I’ll quietly leave in a few days. You just stay quiet and leave too.”
“Who’s your father-in-law! A wicked mole of a bastard who keeps multiple women and just digs holes!”
Damn, the metaphor was perfect.
Digging holes so he’s a mole…
What do I do? It didn’t even feel that bad—I almost wanted to start using it myself.
“But, tch, you know my girlfriends?”
“Of course I know! What’s so good about a bastard like you! Those crazy bitches who sold their bodies after being tainted by evil! They all came together and said they’d take Hyeon and live with her! They threatened that if I didn’t hand her over they’d go the legal route, then left, and now you’re playing dumb! I barely stopped them and now you’re back again! No, no, who do you think you are taking my daughter!”
Live together?
…Exactly the thing I’d wanted to know just came out of his mouth.
Heaven-sent luck.
So even before I lost my memories, there had been a plan to bring Hyeon and have everyone live together.
“I don’t remember what I said back then… Old man, how about we talk man to man in detail?”
“Who do you think you are! Get out of my house!”
“You’re being a real pain. There are guests inside—you really want to lose face that badly?”
I raised a finger.
“I’m counting to five starting now. If you don’t nod by the time I finish, you’re really fucked.”
“Who do you think you are! In the first place, listening to that kind of talk again, what are you even trying t—”
“One, two, three—”
“Anyway, I don’t know what dirt you’re trying to dig up, but I will never talk with a bastard like you! I am a pure white page that will never be defiled!”
“Four, five… OK, ah shit, making me waste energy first thing in the morning… Old man, I warned you?”
“This bastard?! Th-th-this, this bastard! Let go! Let go you bastard!! N, uh, uuuugh, kkeueaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!”
This baldy was a man so he had some weight, but I was bigger, and with all four limbs attached I was invincible.
—Drrrk.
“Heok?!”
I opened a jar stand packed full of kimchi and slammed his upper body into it.
“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!! You bastard, y-you bastard!!”
The moment his forehead touched the kimchi, Hyeon’s father started screaming at the top of his lungs. His belly kept him from going all the way in, yet he was still making a huge fuss. With his stomach and ass sticking out of the jar mouth he thrashed around, so I stripped off his slippers and pants at the same time.
“Fuck, when I talk nicely you should listen nicely! But old man, how’s your gut health, I wonder~?!”
“What are you planning to do! D-don’t! You madman bastaaaaaard!!!! What are you planning!!”
“What else? Looking at that beer gut of yours, you’ve got constipation. From now on I’ll take care of your intestinal health, so just enjoy it nicely.”
Right next to the jar stand sat a basket with green onions, so I shoved one into the dirty old man’s bare ass.
“Ugh, uh, uuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!”
The moment the green onion was pushed into that dark, grimy anus, a scream like a virgin showing her naked body for the first time burst out of a man who was already ancient.
Had he finally realized what I was about to do?
“Time to open that mouth, yeah?”
“You, really, really are an irredeemable devil bastard!! Disappear from this world!!!”
“Look at that pride.”
“Euaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!! Kkeuheuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!”
Ten minutes after the irredeemable piece of trash held onto his last scrap of pride—
In the yard, a filthy object that I really did not want to describe in detail had been created.