#28. Contract
#28. Contract
Today, Design Class tormented me mercilessly once again.
"Na-eun-ssi. This... ha... like I said during the last review, the form is really perfect, no complaints."
"Yes."
"But the reasoning to arrive at this point is way too flimsy."
...I've explained it all already. Why I designed it this shape.
Did you just let my explanations go in one ear and out the other?
At the Professor-nim's critique, I stuck out my tongue in frustration.
"That's because..."
"No. Na-eun-ssi. Listen. Design Class isn't like this."
The Professor-nim didn't even give me a chance to explain anymore.
I'm sick of it. So fucking sick of it.
If you're not gonna listen to my story, then I have no intention of listening to yours either.
"Design is originally about..."
Blah blah blah.
Yeah, I should just stick to drawing illustrations and make a living that way.
...Gotta draw illustrations for Han Na-eun.
I went into Oppa's studio apartment under the pretense of working together, but I tossed aside the original purpose and ended up getting what I really wanted.
Oppa's angry face came to mind.
Ahh... fuck, so horny...
That huge cock that's gonna cover my face...
It going inside me...
While nodding along appropriately to the Professor-nim's words, I drew Minho oppa in my head.
I missed him.
I wanted to be grabbed by his hands as soon as possible and do more dirty stuff.
"...Na-eun-ssi. Are you listening to me?"
The Professor-nim stopped explaining and looked at my face.
"Ah. Yes."
Looks like I failed at managing my expression.
He continued explaining with a suspicious look on his face, and I just nodded vaguely, waiting for this time to end.
"Then, redo the site analysis once more by next class. Got it?"
"Yes. Understood. Thank you."
After it ended and I came out, I started feeling thirsty.
Even without over-immersing, my throat felt like it was burning, so this must be clear proof that I've been tamed by architecture Design Class.
I went into the cafe, and a familiar back came into view.
Ahh... Oppa. We must be fated after all.
I naturally ordered my drink along with his while he was ordering.
Even though I didn't ask, Oppa paid for my share too.
Oho~ Is this what it means to be a guy who takes care of his girl?
A smile crept onto my lips.
The novel's Lee Jin-seong was extremely kind to any woman he started Training on.
Except during all sorts of play or sex, he was always a sweet guy in everyday life.
The moment it crossed into non-everyday territory, he was just a beast, but normally, he was nothing more than a nice company man punching the clock.
Thinking Oppa was that kind of guy too, I approached him sweetly, but...
Minho oppa's face was filled with fear.
A look like he'd seen a ghost and wanted to run away from me right now.
Is this because he sees me as his woman, or did he just buy it reluctantly...?
Seeing him keep trying to leave me behind, I had no choice but to play my trump card.
"Where do you think you're going, you rapist bastard."
Ugh...
Honestly, after Oppa fucked me, I didn't want to be the one saying such harsh words first.
I just wanted Oppa to Train me to his tastes.
I didn't want to degrade him.
He's the man who took my virginity.
The man who fulfilled my long-held wish.
The best author-nim who writes the novels I love more than anything.
"Hic!"
Oppa got startled and started hiccuping.
"Just sit here for now."
I plopped him down at the cafe table, him trying to avoid me out of nowhere.
"Na-eun-ah... um... that story, in places where students come and go... could you not... hic!"
"I won't. But in return, don't avoid me, Oppa."
This was my sincere feeling.
"Yeah... okay."
A voice lacking confidence.
This wasn't what I wanted.
So, the first thing I needed to do was...
"Oppa. Do we really have to go to the site today?"
"Yeah. I just got fucking wrecked by the Professor-nim."
"Me too..."
Oppa clearly saw me as a non-everyday existence.
A time bomb that threatened his daily life and seemed like it would destroy his routine.
But if it stayed that way, I couldn't reach the ending I wanted.
I had to become both his everyday and his non-everyday.
"Oppa. Listen."
As if nothing had happened between us, I told him how I got grilled by the Professor-nim today.
"So, he's a total fucking psycho, I swear."
"Wow. But that's some real unfair bashing."
Professor-nim. Thank you.
Your feedback might be useless, but as conversation material with Minho oppa, it was fantastic.
Minho oppa's somewhat tense expression visibly relaxed more and more as I talked about today's Critique.
By the end, I even got reactions like he deeply empathized with my words.
"Haa... So I gotta go to the site today too."
Minho oppa asked me hesitantly.
"So... wanna go together...?"
"Yes. I'm feeling down, so come with me. If I go alone, I'll just remember getting chewed out and feel depressed."
Oppa hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah. Let's go together."
"Ah. Right. Oppa. From next time, don't pay for everything when we're together."
I said to him while shaking the strawberry frappuccino Minho oppa bought me.
"Why?"
He asked me with a somewhat surprised expression.
"Because... I've already gotten so much from you...?"
Honestly, just in the last two weeks, the amount I'd gotten from him was around 200,000 won.
I wasn't the type to be obsessed with mooching off him.
And I wasn't without income either.
Sure, Oppa earned better than me, but I had the financial power to buy strawberry lattes anytime.
"You said to take responsibility."
Oppa asked back with a puzzled look.
No way, this Oppa.
That "take responsibility" line...
"Oppa."
I called him, furrowing my brows.
"Yeah."
"You're not thinking of settling that with money, are you?"
No way.
Is he thinking of paying for my virginity with money...?
Lee Jin-seong would fully modify any woman whose virginity he took, to the end.
From how to wake him in the morning, how to wash him, speaking manners, to how to serve him at night.
Lee Jin-seong showed real deep affection to any woman he started Training.
That was his way of taking responsibility for a woman.
That was exactly 'common sense.'
"...Wasn't it?"
Wow... fucking eye-opener.
To inject the common sense you created back into you, what the hell do I have to do?
You messed up my brain and act like only you're normal...
How is this fair... Oppa...
"Oppa. How does it go in the novel?"
I propped my chin on the table and asked him in a slightly languid tone.
"In my novel..."
He made a face like it was hard to say.
Of course.
He couldn't exactly say he modifies her into his personal cum dump.
"Do it just like that."
"You wouldn't say that if you knew what the novel's about."
Oppa smirked at me like it was ridiculous.
"No matter what, I'm Oppa's first woman. And Oppa's my first man."
In a calm tone that wasn't serious or joking, I showed him a glimpse of my true feelings.
"So I want Oppa to... properly... take responsibility..."
Fuck... saying it out loud is so embarrassing...
Speaking true feelings that weren't acting took a ton of courage.
"...You're really not gonna report me?"
Oppa looked at me with a complicated expression.
Nod nod.
My face temperature had risen a bit, so I bowed my head, not wanting to lift it.
"Then..."
Suddenly, Oppa opened his bag and started pulling out a tablet.
"Write a memorandum."
...Memorandum?
"No. Oppa. You can't just—"
"Yeah. I can't trust you. So let's write a memorandum. We can tailor the contents exactly to what you want. You just write one line: you won't report me. That's it."
Oppa, how did you create such a bold character like Lee Jin-seong while being such a scaredy-cat?
Tap tap tap tap.
Minho oppa started hammering away at Word at lightning speed.
"Agree?"
Oppa turned the tablet screen toward me.
The document contents were all based on our conversation just now.
The clauses were like this.
Han Na-eun will not report Lee Min-ho to the police for any reason.
Lee Min-ho will take responsibility for Han Na-eun, exactly as in his novel.
If the contract is breached, both parties permit the disclosure of each other's personal information and occupation to surroundings as well as the internet.
Number 3 wasn't in our earlier conversation, but for us two, it was a truly destructive clause.
If I exposed Oppa's info and job on the internet, or if Oppa did the same to mine...
We couldn't live proper lives.
We wouldn't be able to face family or friends, and we might not even be able to live in Korea without masks anymore.
Shiver shiver.
Imagining the aftermath if I broke this contract, I felt my whole body trembling.
But at the same time, I felt endorphins flooding my brain, making it tingle.
Ahh... This is a pledge we make staking our lives on each other.
Proof of love thicker than any wedding ring.
And according to the contract, I...
The Heroines of [I Imprisoned Her] came to mind one by one.
I took the tablet stylus Oppa handed me and slowly moved my hand toward the signature line.
Han. Na. Eun.
My name in block letters began agreeing to these improper contents.
Haa... Minho oppa...
After I finished signing, Oppa took back the tablet.
"Then, with this, the contract is established."
A slightly changed tone in his voice.
The one sitting in front of me now...
Was no longer the pathetic guy peeking at my reactions.
"I'll take responsibility for sure."
His chilling expression looked insanely sexy.