Chapter 122
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: Orphan, Next is Family?
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Orphan, next is family, huh.
It's definitely a more familiar word than the previous ones... but hearing Oh Hana's voice tremble so menacingly makes the word "family" feel utterly alien. It'd suit her better if we swapped it out for "enemy."
"What do you think it felt like when the director told me my family had come looking for me?"
"...Who knows."
Some vague words popped into my head, but given the atmosphere, the odds of any of them being right were zero percent. Even if I'd come up with something close, it would've been hard to spit it out recklessly in this mood.
I gave a vague brush-off, but Oh Hana didn't mind and kept going with her story.
"My head went completely blank. The first thing I thought of was April Fool's Day."
Family showing up? Hard to imagine reacting that way... but hearing it, yeah, I could see it.
"Oh. It wasn't betrayal or resentment toward the family that abandoned me. I didn't care about any of that at all. What threw me was how my life—the one I'd taken for granted as my whole world for 18 years—flipped 180 degrees because they showed up."
"Yeah, I get that."
If it were me and some strangers suddenly showed up claiming to be my real parents, saying I'd be living under one roof with them instead of my current family? My head would spin. I'd never adjust. Even if they were chaebol... the fear of a new environment, the bonds and stability I'd built up—I'd probably just stick with my current parents.
"Still, I calmed down faster than I expected. I was almost 18 anyway, practically time to leave the orphanage. Plus, I'd been working at the salon—part-time vibe, but as an employee. And I'm tough by nature."
Yeah, having work experience like that gives you some confidence. The kind where you know you can survive any situation.
"On top of that, their family was loaded. Chaebol level, I guess. Anyway, they were big shots."
"Whoa, sounds like a drama."
"Right? I thought so too. Hehe."
Seeing her finally smile, I cautiously asked,
"But if their family was that well-off, why leave you at the orphanage in the first place?"
"Oh, that."
I flinched a little. Feels like I just stepped on a landmine...
"My real mom died right after giving birth to me in the hospital. Maternal mortality—they call it that."
My breath caught. I'd thought Han Aebom and Yoon Sua's stories were heavy, but this was no lighter. If anything, heavier.
"So I was protected in the hospital at first, then sent straight to an orphanage. I grew up without ever seeing my mom's face, and I had a bright personality with good friends around. If that makes me an unfilial daughter, so be it—but until I turned 18, I'd never once thought about why she died. Wow, saying it out loud... I feel so bad for her now. Mom, I'm sorry."
"......"
"Dad told me why she died."
Dad, that bastard...?
The nuance alone dripped with menace.
"He said my mom was a dirty whore who sold her body. She'd wrecked herself so badly she wasn't fit to have a kid, but she forced it anyway and died."
Jesus...
"You know what that bastard called my mom?"
I was scared to hear it. But I swallowed hard anyway, ears perked.
"He said she must've thought popping out his kid would turn her life around, but she lived like a retard and died in the most pathetic way possible."
"That fucker's insane!"
"Hehe, he said I take after her, that I'm cheap-looking too. First time I'd heard that since starting at the salon."
"Total psycho... Ugh!"
I was floored. Too ridiculous to even speak. Is that what you say to the daughter you abandoned for 18 years? Sure, 7 billion people, 7 billion lives—but there's a baseline you don't cross.
And for Oh Hana, that "baseline" mattered more than for most...
'No way, is that why?'
Before I knew it, Oh Hana was letting out intermittent laughs. Not real laughs—more like gasps from uncontainable rage.
"He really crossed the fucking line. No way. Did I hug him right away? Ask for money? I never even wanted him to show up. He comes barging in on his own and spews that shit..."
"Exactly. Fucking psycho bastard. If that's all he had to say, he shouldn't have come at all."
"I... haah."
She took a small deep breath before she could finally speak.
"I bawled my eyes out right there. First time in my life I'd cried like that. Not even when I broke a bone crashing into a car playing kick the can as a kid."
Even now at 22, she sometimes showed that fragile side. At 18? How innocent and young.
Thinking about what I was doing at 18 made me shudder for her. That crazy fuck!
While I swallowed my rage, she kept going. Now I was scared. My head was spinning already, and there's more?
"But even while crying, I screamed at him. Every curse I knew—I told him I wouldn't live as that bastard's daughter. I wouldn't live with scum like you. I'd stay in the orphanage. Fuck off, get out."
Good for her, I thought. But from what she said next, even that wasn't enough.
"He didn't even listen. His eyes said it all: 'Uneducated beast barking.'"
The more I heard, the drier my throat got. Like someone shoved a massive sweet potato down it.
"He actually said it to my face. 'Raised in an orphanage, and look—exactly the trash you'd expect. Tell your brother to re-educate her and bring her home.'"
"Hah..."
Now it was just sighs. Could someone like that exist? Yeah, plenty.
One generation up from us, patriarchal bullshit and conservative mindsets were still rampant. Just look at the incidents on YouTube—world's full of crazies.
Oh Hana's "dad" was top-tier scum. Ruins lives without a scratch. One-sided destruction.
And his son, educated by that? Obvious.
"But get this."
"Uh..."
"The moment I heard my 'brother's' name... I wondered if Mom really was as greedy as Dad said."
"What? Don't say stupid shit like that. No parent hates their kid. And 'Oh Hana' is a pretty name anyway."
"I thought so too. But hearing 'Oh Hanam'? Felt like a brick to the back of the head."
...What?
"His name's what?"
I asked again, even though I'd heard clear as day.
"Oh Hanam. You've probably heard of him, or seen him. He's all over YouTube and stuff."
She was right.
I don't follow that crap, but scrolling Shorts or news blankly? His name pops up relentlessly.
The young vice chairman handling the company's image with his fresh smile, gentlemanly manners, and consideration.
Oh Hanam.
So...
"The family you were talking about... Ilha Construction? No, Ilha Group?"
She nodded quietly at my question. Holy shit.
No one in Korea hasn't heard of Ilha Group.
It's that massive. Adults say it used to be a nationwide yakuza syndicate decades ago, but with laws tightening, they've gone legit lately... And amid all that, Oh Hana's name differed from her brother Oh Hanam's by one consonant. At her age, with that "dad" spewing shit? No wonder the suspicion.
But I shook my head.
"Hey! That last part's definitely wrong."
Honestly, intent? Who knows.
No parent hates their kid... I believe that firmly, but exceptions exist. News of parents dumping newborns in bathrooms or mountains? Humanity plummets. Her "dad"? Obvious.
But no need to twist the dead's intentions negatively.
"I'm Kim Hyunwoo, little sis Kim Hyuna, cousin Kim Hyunmin. Think we named ourselves for inheritance? Siblings just get similar names. Especially back then. Your mom picked the prettiest one possible."
Now we have unique names like Saebyeol or Siwoo, but in my day, families matched siblings' names to avoid mix-ups.
"......"
After rambling my "comfort," I glanced at her expression. Noticed now—the mirror by the see-through bathroom showed it. Eyes wide, lips curling happily.
"Yeah, probably."
Relief flooded her brighter voice. She'd been hung up on it. At 18, who wouldn't obsess over that bastard's words? Made my chest tighten more.
She'd been through hell, yet never let it show around us.
'Damn, that's why she acted weird every time someone new moved into the studio.'
She'd initially wanted just us two. Reluctantly agreed when I mentioned rent, but she freaked most when new people joined.
Loved living together, but scared too. Her story gave meaning to every casual behavior. Damn it.
Retroactively meaningful past hurts more. Can't rewind time.
"Ah, next up... that brother bastard. Haah... This'll be tough. Let's creampie once, down some soju, then continue?"
"Break time, huh?"
"Hngh, yeah... something like that. Feels like my energy's drained already. Refresh with a creampie, puff my belly more. Lift the mood. Hehe."
Even holding still during her story had me edging. Worried cumming mid-tale would kill the vibe, so I'd clenched. Perfect timing.
"Alright, filling you up again."
"Hngh, haaah... Yes, stuff me so full I won't need snacks with the soju. Haaang, hngh, eung! ...Talking while thrusting like this... feels like my pussy's locked into your shape forever."
"Hooo... Ungh! Cumming."
"Haaang!"
"Hngooo, hooo... Good, hnn. Your cum's already flooding my womb."
Savoring the creampie afterglow, Oh Hana braced on my thighs and lifted herself. Spotting the wound on my thigh, she looked apologetic.
"Sorry, oppa."
"Nah, doesn't hurt."
"Gotta make it up—suck your dick clean. Smack."
She sucked devotedly a few times, cleaning my cock spotless. Pussy dripping cum, she opened the fridge. Squatting made her ass look even sexier.
"Heave-ho."
She set four soju bottles on the table. For sipping during the story, probably.
Glugging into wet paper cups, the cool pour... I swallowed quietly. Terrifying in its own way. Terror.
"Sit in my spot first, then we'll restart. Hngh, eung..."
She slid my cock back into her pussy. This your spot? Not complaining.
As I grinned inwardly, she raised her soju glass and spoke.
"I'm no ordinary girl either... But that bastard's a fucking insane psycho."