Phase 1. That Slut Hui-gyeong (1)
"Your little sister's throwing another fit about going out to pick up guys. Come home and stop her."
It had only been two weeks since Dad caught her sucking face with some bastard, making those wet smacking sounds. He'd found that crazy bitch out in some secluded outdoor spot in the dead of night, trying to yank down the guy's belt, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her straight home.
Hui-gyeong was just unlucky as hell.
How the fuck did she get caught by Dad there of all places? And by a man who barely came home once a month, if that.
Dad had stormed into the house in a rage, kicking Mom while yelling about how she was raising the kids, then grabbed the kitchen shears and savagely snipped off Hui-gyeong's hair that had grown all the way down near her hips and pelvis, hacking at it over and over.
When Hui-gyeong saw her cut hair and started screaming bloody murder, talking back, Dad raised his arm high over her head—but maybe he found it a waste to ruin his city-pretty daughter's face, because he just spat curses and lowered it again.
Not because he loved his daughter. That syphilis-ridden bastard was thinking ahead to marrying her off to a rich family later so he could squeeze investment money out of his in-laws.
This goddamn bitch takes after her mother, can't keep her legs closed. It's all my fault, my fault!
Dad was the one whose businesses failed every single time he touched them, yet he was the one out there fucking around under the guise of "entertaining clients."
He was the one who, despite our poverty, got his mistress a place and was always coming and going there, barely coming home at all.
Mom, on the other hand, never went out anywhere and was the perfect model of a chaste housewife who only worked at home.
Back in those not-so-distant days full of nothing but romance, stories of a lust-boiling middle-aged man forcibly taking a refined, pretty seventeen-year-old girl and marrying her weren't unusual or rare.
After that, once she'd had two kids and settled into being a plain housewife, Dad lost interest and started running around outside.
Even in her early forties, Mom had clear skin, big eyes, and a well-proportioned body that never looked her age—you could easily believe she was in her late twenties.
Standing next to my sister, they even looked like sisters, but Dad, having already had his fill of her, treated her coldly for being "old" and didn't even glance her way.
At this point I was curious how beautiful the mistress he was fucking every day must be.
That's enough of the family overview. After that whole mess, Dad suddenly decided to stay home for two whole weeks to keep an eye on my sister so she wouldn't do anything stupid.
Setting aside Dad's past, I could understand why he was acting like this this time.
Because Hui-gyeong was basically the female version of Dad.
From middle school she'd hung out with delinquents, and by high school rumors started spreading that she was a slut.
The rumors were true. Fuck, she was a total whore.
Dad was never home anyway, and while Mom was away for about three days visiting Grandma in the hospital, I'd caught her bringing her boyfriend over to give him a titjob and fuck more than four times.
I finally snapped and told her to at least not get caught.
Because the school delinquents had come up to me saying they all knew my sister was a slut and asking me to introduce her.
What really pissed me off was that even though my sister hung with delinquents, those groups were all younger than me.
Meaning the delinquents who came to me were all older brothers to them, so I couldn't even ask her to stop them from harassing me.
No matter how bad our relationship was, what older brother would just sit still after being told to hand over his sister?
It wasn't for her sake—I just couldn't stand the insult directed at me.
I got the shit beaten out of me, came home, and screamed at the top of my lungs that the rumor she was a slut had spread and our school's delinquents wanted me to let them have her, so stop spreading that kind of shit.
Hui-gyeong said okay, then the very next day went to find the strongest fighter among those delinquents.
I only heard she'd gone to that bastard's place, but she must have blown him so well that the day after that, he put out the word that she was his girlfriend's older brother so don't touch him, and my school life got a lot easier.
And once she became the girlfriend of the toughest guy, the open whispering that she was a slut gradually died down and disappeared.
What was both amazing and disgusting was that the tough guy was really ugly. Ugly even to a guy's eyes.
He had a burly body that gave off intimidation, but you couldn't call him handsome even as a lie—at best, you could say he looked manly. And that was being generous.
When I asked what she liked about him,
"I like strong men."
It was so clear-cut I had to accept it.
Anyway, true to his looks, the tough guy was overflowing with testosterone and hit on the other girl delinquents, but of course they wouldn't give him the time of day.
So when Hui-gyeong, a city-style beauty who took after Mom, gave him her pussy, he must have been over the moon. That tough guy doted on my sister so much.
In the end, she dumped him.
My sister dumped him.
As a side note but necessary info: my sister always made the first move and always dumped them first.
Maybe that's why, for a girl who threw her body around so freely, there was never any fallout with the guys she dated.
Not a single one even sent a drunk text after the breakup asking for one more round.
"I'm tired of you."
Same words Dad had said to Mom. Like mother, like daughter, I guess.
So I think this is enough explanation of what a slut Hui-gyeong is.
Even after graduating high school, she's still living by seducing men—that says it all.
Anyway, a bitch like that hadn't been able to stuff a guy's cock into herself for two whole weeks, so of course her pussy was twitching and she couldn't stand it.
She'd held out as long as she could and was finally throwing a tantrum even in front of Dad.
"Listen carefully. Dad has to go on another business trip, so until I come back next time, don't go anywhere and just keep a good eye on that Hui-gyeong bitch."
Dad, what about your son's university grades?
If he was the type to care about that, he wouldn't have abandoned the house to go chase women.
I said okay and hung up roughly, then had no choice but to apologize to Gyeong-jun who was next to me.
"Something came up at home. I gotta go."
"Ah, why? Do you know how hard it was to set up a two-two?"
Here, two-two means two guys, two girls.
We two lifelong virgins had tried hard to get girlfriends somehow but only ended up with a bunch of black history and no results, now seniors after finishing military service.
Today, my lifelong virgin buddy Gyeong-jun had gathered all the energy of the universe to lure two underclassmen girls from our department by offering to buy them a meal, and we were on our way to the restaurant together.
"Family stuff... sorry."
"Fuck... Don't you know girls get bored if the numbers don't match?"
"I know, I know, but it's family business."
I put on the most apologetic face I could and slipped him fifty thousand won for the meal, and only then did Gyeong-jun's face relax.
That bastard's probably going to use the leftover money after the meal to buy more dating books. I should borrow them later.
Since we have no practical experience, we two have to thoroughly prepare with theory at least.
"Ha, fuck, Jo Hui-gyeong, you're dead for real."
Those underclassmen Gyeong-jun had worked so hard to lure—one of them could have become your future sister-in-law.
At the thought of having grandkids, my cock had twitched up enough to show through my jeans, but the moment my sister came to mind it died right away.
As much as it had wilted, rage boiled up and I called that Hui-gyeong bitch.
No answer.
Called again.
No answer.
Called Mom.
"Yes, Gyeong-hun."
"Mom, is Hui-gyeong there? I heard she talked back to Dad?"
"As a matter of fact, your father threw Hui-gyeong onto the bed in her room and is standing guard at the door. You're coming right away, right?"
An expectant voice. Ever since I started university she'd started relying on me, and after I came back from the military, whenever anything happened she looked for me and consulted me on family matters.
Even now, Mom's tone made it clear she wanted me to come and solve it.
"Put Hui-gyeong on."
"Okay, just a second."
Her voice grew distant, and I heard some murmuring as she talked with Dad for a moment.
He seemed to have refused to move aside, but when she said I'd call, Dad must have stepped aside.
Mom knocked on the door and called her name, and
"Ah, fuck! Forget it! If you're not gonna let me out then just forget it!"
Hui-gyeong's rude shout came back.
"Gyeong-hun, I don't think it's going to work."
"Mom, did she just swear at you?"
I was speechless. Dad was one thing, but even at Mom?
My head heated up.
I'd originally planned to just call and somehow sweet-talk her into calming down, but the brat had no manners at all.
I'm actually giving up a lunch with real girls to come beat your ass.
Before leaving, I left a KakaoTalk for Gyeong-jun.
No reply. All of those were from me.
He was with the girls, building the mood, so he probably didn't have time to check KakaoTalk.
Sorry to say it, but I hoped Gyeong-jun would push a little harder so we could still see those underclassmen tonight.
If he just got us the meeting, the drinks were nothing. I could cover the hotel and even the 0.2mm ultra-thin studded condoms.
With expectation boiling up, I added one last postscript.
Cheering on my friend's courage, I let out a sigh and headed down the stairs into the subway station entrance.