The Origin of Trash Kang Min
“Excuse me, could you please keep it down in the morning? The woman’s voice is just too...”
The man from next door, looking exhausted, tried to make a complaint, but he stopped dead the moment he saw Charlotte’s face and figure. His eyes were trembling violently; he seemed shocked to see the owner of the moans that had been echoing from the apartment next door. Was he imagining things in his head? Charlotte, feeling embarrassed, clung tightly to my arm and buried her face against me. I pulled her behind me to shield her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Were we being too loud?”
“No... I mean... yes, yes.”
The neighbor gulped hard. Charlotte’s figure wasn’t something that could be hidden just by standing behind me. Her deadly hips—the volume of which seemed to burst right through her tennis skirt—contrasted with her slender waist, and her large breasts... The neighbor hurriedly hid half his body behind his iron door.
“Is something wrong?”
“It’s nothing!”
He ducked back into his apartment. Hmm. He must have imagined something strange after seeing Charlotte. What a rude person. Of course, I couldn’t help but imagine things myself when I combined that body with those moans.
Charlotte’s face was beet red, clearly embarrassed that her voice had reached the neighbor. I felt like teasing her a bit more.
“Come to think of it, didn’t you say at first that you were going to sleep with that guy?”
“I don’t know, I never said that! Let’s go down quickly!”
Now that I think about it, she said he was a fitness trainer, but why was his body so scrawny? Haha. While I was lost in trivial thoughts, Charlotte, face still bright red, kept swatting at my arm. She was so cute.
We reached the tattoo shop in no time.
“Come to think of it, do I have to go outside and wait again while you get the tattoo?”
“Well, it depends on how Yuda reacts. But I suppose you’ll have to step out, right?”
As we entered the tattoo shop, Yuda greeted us warmly. The dark expression from before seemed to have lifted, and she felt much brighter. Should I call her a gloomy goth beauty who had turned into a sickly, delicate beauty?
“Welcome! Would you like to sit and wait?”
She brought out tea in paper cups. This time, there was one for me, too. Three cups in total. Oh? Does this mean I can watch from the side?
“Um, Yuda. If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind if I watched from the side?”
Yuda hesitated for a moment, then smiled behind her hand. Her tongue piercing glittered between her fingers. The dark circles behind her glasses had faded significantly, too.
“Hmm, I think it’ll be fine for you to watch today.”
It seems the meeting in Charlotte’s dream had an effect! But she looks pretty when she smiles. She wasn’t wearing a cardigan today, so the rose and whale tattoos on her shoulders were clearly visible. She didn’t mind my gaze and immediately sat at the workstation to print the design.
“I’ll start right away. Could you pull up your skirt?”
Charlotte, lying on the workbench, pulled up her white tennis skirt. Black lace underwear was revealed. It was the same one she had been wearing when she first came to me. It was about the size of a palm. And it was string-style.
Yuda blushed, looking flustered. “You, you’re wearing... a rather bold—no, a very convenient type of underwear for the work. Good choice.”
Charlotte untied the strings and changed her position to better expose her pelvic area. I started filming from the side. Charlotte was probably recording it herself, too, but it was fun to capture it with my camera.
Yuda cleared her throat softly while watching. Her face was slightly flushed.
“Um, are you going to film the work on her pelvis and thighs, too?”
“Yes, that’s the plan.”
“I understand. Then, I’ll apply the stencil. Starting now.”
Since this tattoo had no outline, she started by placing a faint pink line on the pelvis. As the stencil paper peeled away from her skin, Charlotte let out a sweet sigh. She licked her lips while looking at her own pelvis. Charlotte must be nervous in her own way.
“It might sting a little.”
Yuda’s tattoo machine buzzed as it touched her skin. A small moan escaped Charlotte’s lips. I was overcome with excitement as I stared at her skin. Ah, Charlotte is getting a tattoo for me. Now, until she gets her body back, that pink ribbon will be permanently etched there. Unless we go somewhere like a swimming pool, the tattoo there would be something only I could see. A mark that she is a being I possess. A tattoo she’s getting not for her own self-satisfaction, but for mine—seeing the pink tattoo being engraved onto Charlotte’s white, porcelain-like skin made me feel like I was going to get an erection.
Since ancient times, tattoos were marks given to the lowly or the criminal. While they may be fashion or proof of a tribe in some places, that’s certainly not the case in Korea. Charlotte is enduring this because she signed a contract with someone like me, who has such lewd fetishes. Once the garter belt tattoo is engraved on her thighs, people who see it will think of Charlotte as a vulgar woman. Even though, in reality, she’s a girl who only looks at me and does anything for me—a mixture of guilt, excitement, and the thrill of holding Charlotte’s necklace in my hand surged through my spine. I hunched over to hide my stiffening cock.
“Does it hurt anywhere?”
“Yes. My lower back hurts a bit.”
I was flustered by Yuda’s words. If I get caught in this situation, she’ll think I’m really strange! Honestly, I know my fetishes are weird! They’re sadistic and twisted. A normal person would be horrified at the idea of filming their loved one and uploading it. Tattoos, too. But my nature craves such things. I want to make the other person embarrassed. I want to make them cry, give them shame, and even if they tell me to stop because they’re embarrassed, I want to rim them, use their ass, their anus. I want to have sex through holes a normal woman would never use. The more they say they hate it, the more I want to torment them. I want to spank those white thighs until they cry.
The problem is, this doesn’t mean I hate the person. I don’t think of them as tools, either! I can do these things while still cherishing and loving the other person. I don’t know if others would understand. But usually, the other person is horrified when I act like this. So, I had planned to hide it for the rest of my life. I thought there would never be a woman who could accept my fetishes. If I had really dated Yerim, I wouldn’t have even tried. The etiquette for people with these inclinations is to ask if they’re interested first, but the act of asking itself is so mortifying and embarrassing. A boyfriend asking if you’re interested in anal sex—that’s a bit horrific!
“It’s pretty...” Charlotte marveled as she looked at the ribbon almost fully engraved on one side of her pelvis. That’s right. Charlotte is the person who can accept things like this.
“Yeah, it’s pretty.”
I first realized my true nature after reading an erotic novel. Was it *Beautiful Sisters—The Resume of Shame*? It was a novel that covered every hardcore play I had never experienced before. I won’t mention it because just describing the tags on that novel feels like it would contaminate my mind! (For those curious, just a little bit: gangbang, enema, anal... hmm—)
It was a bit off-putting because it dealt with NTR, but the plays in the novel made my cock so hard it hurt. Unlike the boring porn I usually watched—the moment I read that, I knew. Ah, I have a fetish that other people would think is weird. I’m a sadistic person. No, of course, I don’t want to have sex like the trash in that book! At least I’d have consent! I have rules, too. If they shout the safe word, I’ll stop! Wait, what am I rambling about?
Seeing Charlotte get the tattoo made my brain overheat to the point where it felt like steam was coming out. My heated head went out of control in an instant, digging into the origins of my shameful fetishes and making me think strange thoughts for a long time. Let’s pull myself together.
“....you?”
“Yes?”
“How long have you two been dating?”
Oh, Yuda was talking to me! I started counting on my fingers. Had it been about two weeks? Ten days? Counting on my fingers, it was about ten days. My god. Being stuck together for ten days straight makes my sense of time dull. We have sex every day, and every day is so fulfilling that it feels like we’ve been together for over a month. Other couples meet twice a week. We’ve had a month and a week’s worth of experience in just ten days. More than that, is it okay to say we’re dating?
Charlotte, sitting on the workbench, was looking at me with a strange expression. Ah, I get it! I can just say we’re dating!
“Yes, about a month?”
Hmm, truly. Until a person I truly love appears. I’ll just say we’re dating! She even got a tattoo today. I felt like I’d be in big trouble if I took a girl who does everything for me so sincerely for granted. The teary-eyed Charlotte from last night, too.
“My goodness, you’ve only been dating for a month?”
“Well, I suppose so?”
Even though I say a month, memories that shouldn’t exist are mixed into my head. Memories of Charlotte visiting me in the military, Yerim working at the cafe with me—it felt like we had been dating for over six months.
‘Hmm...’ Yuda felt a strange sensation. The vivid dream she had last night. In it, they had been best friends since college. Was that dream a lie? But it was too vivid for that. This morning, Yuda woke up crying her eyes out. It was the first time someone had comforted her. The sensation of someone taking out a quilt that had been rotting and musty inside a closet, washing it, starching it, and drying it under the midday sun. The shadows in her heart were dazzlingly melting away under the sunlight. It was a feeling she hadn’t been able to get from dreams, sleep, or alcohol for the last five years. So, she wanted to talk to this couple. Because Kang Min and Charlotte had held her hand tightly and comforted her. Because she felt like they could take her back to the open sea, away from the workshop where she was trapped and unable to move forward.