Chapter 123
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 123
Chapter Title: The True Psycho
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Forget about the world plunging into fear or everyone being unable to contain their shock. The real shocker was that Oh Hana had said those words.
Not anyone else, but Oh Hana putting that much force into every single syllable meant it was a genuine madman... a fucking batshit crazy psycho.
“Hoo, gulp!”
After spitting out that one sentence, Oh Hana shuddered a few times before downing the full paper cup of soju in one go. It wasn't like her usual drinking to get buzzed—it was booze to conquer her fear.
I immediately grabbed my paper cup and poured it straight down my throat, cool and refreshing. It went down like water, but obviously, it wasn't water. My stomach lurched again, threatening to send it back up, but I forced it down.
“Oppa?”
“Mmgh... Hey, we gotta drink together, right?”
“Hehe, yeah, you're right.”
I pulled Oh Hana even tighter into my arms. The feel of her breasts rubbing against my arm was damn nice.
“We've got plenty of time, so take it slow and tell me everything.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
This demure side of Oh Hana felt unfamiliar and bittersweet, but at the same time, kinda cute. It wasn't easy to see her like this. If Han Aebom saw her now, she'd freak out, asking if she'd gotten amnesia or something.
As I savored the sensation of Oh Hana's pussy and ass grinding against my thigh, she finally opened up.
“He told me to re-educate myself and come home... That's what Dad said, and Oh Hanam accepted it.”
“Those guys are fucking insane.”
It felt like I was listening to some drama script.
What era was this? Were they still breaking kids' legs over one lie, trying to force their twisted version of education?
“But there's no way I'd just accept that, right?”
“Damn right! Even if they snapped your leg, you'd do what you want. You're the one who makes even Aebom back down. Right? Why the face?”
Oh Hana turned her head slightly and stared at me intently.
“...No. What is it? I just feel... weird?”
“Hey, it was a compliment. A compliment. The kind of girl who'd do it even if the world ended! That's you, Oh Hana!”
She was overreacting because it hit a nerve, but her eyes wouldn't soften. I gave her a quick peck on the lips, and only then did she turn back forward, like she was letting it slide this once.
I let out a small sigh of relief. Damn, was I already drunk? My words were starting to slip out without passing through my brain's filter. What if I fucked up big time like this?
“Oh Hanam told me he'd personally mold me into someone fit for Ilha Group. He said to follow him. Starting today, we'd live together in the same house.”
My body flinched hard. What the hell? The moment I heard that from Oh Hana, an unbearable disgust and chill stole my body heat. Oh Hana felt it too—we clung to each other's skin even more desperately.
“...You know what, oppa? I only found out later.”
“...What?”
We both sounded broken, our mouths refusing to move easily. That was the real terror. And that “Oh Hanam” bastard wasn't even here in person. Just hearing about him from Oh Hana's lips was enough to give me goosebumps.
Did this even make sense? Oh Hana bit her lip hard and forced her mouth open.
“From the start, Dad never gave a damn about me. Still doesn't.”
Gulp.
“And you think his wife—the woman who's always been his wife—would care about the kid he had from cheating outside? She didn't even know. Hell, if she'd known sooner, who knows what she'd have done? The way she looked at me when she came to the orphanage said it all. Like she regretted it.”
“I'm too dumbfounded to even curse anymore. But I gotta. Fucking piece-of-shit bastards.”
Was that how you looked at an 18-year-old high school girl, raised in an orphanage, at your first meeting?
“Oppa. The really scary ones aren't them.”
“...What?”
I shot her a look of utter disbelief. All that so far was nothing?
“Hana?”
Oh Hana's body was trembling violently now. Her teeth even chattered faintly: clack, clack.
“The real scary fucker... like I said earlier. Oh Hanam. He's a fucking batshit psycho. That bastard. That bastard.”
“...”
“If not Dad or Stepmom, who else in that family would track me down?”
“...!”
“I found out later. The one who dug me up from the orphanage where I was living fine? Oh Hanam. And he'd known about me for years already.”
A massive thunderclap roared out. I glanced out the window without thinking, but the sky was brighter and clearer than ever. That thunder had been a hallucination booming in my head.
It hit that hard.
“It's... too scary. Gives me chills.”
“...”
“Never felt anything like it in my life. For real! The moment that bastard said it, my body started shaking on its own, my legs went weak... If the director hadn't come in right then...”
“C-calm down. Hana. Just calm down a bit.”
Gulp. I swallowed hard. Hell, I was telling myself that too. Holding Oh Hana tight, my own body was shaking. Not just hers—mine was mixed in there.
Psycho bastard.
For real.
I'd never felt a madman vibe this strong just from a story, without even facing him. Sure, I'd been scared meeting a thug with scary tattoos, but not like this.
What was it? Some primal human fear and revulsion? Fuck. I had to grit my teeth or I'd panic too.
If Oh Hana wasn't in my arms, I might've looked pathetic as hell.
Wait a sec.
Random thought, but now it clicked—the stalker the cafe owner mentioned, and the guys whose eyes I'd met at the studio apartment with Oh Hana. Those were Oh Hanam's men. Watching her.
“Psycho bastard.”
“Yeah. Psycho. Total nutjob. Not right in the head. If you meet him, oppa, you'll know right away. For real...”
Just hearing the description makes you wonder if such a person exists. But her reaction, the backstory—it suddenly feels all too real. That's what made it terrifying. That he breathed the same air as me.
“Hoo, huu...”
Glug glug glug.
A bit calmer now, Oh Hana gripped her trembling right wrist with her left hand and poured more soju. My head was spinning too, so I raised my glass right back.
We'd already slammed a ton of soju like good buddies, but my mind was too sharp. Not because of stamina—pure fear.
“Honestly, even back then, it wasn't the director saving me. That bastard just let me go.”
“What?”
“He never planned to drag me by force from the start. His goal was to make me come willingly. Easier to brainwash me if I accepted him on my own, right?”
The more I heard, the more he shattered records for crazy. What was his deal? Born with everything, so his bland life craved stimulus, and he snapped? No other way a psycho like that gets born.
Well, I'd never met a chaebol like Oh Hanam, so who knows. Maybe they're crawling with guys like him?
Humans are like that by nature.
Why the hell was I thinking of Han Aebom right now?
“At least you're still here. Means he didn't get what he wanted.”
My attempt at comfort backfired. Like tossing a boulder into a calming lake.
“That might just be a matter of time. I... I don't think I can stand up to him anymore.”
“...What?”
No clue how many times I'd incredulously asked “What?” today. Every time Oh Hana spoke, my brain couldn't process it, so it just popped out. For real. Couldn't help it.
Like Koreans at a drinking party spamming “No way!” “Really?” “For real?” “OMG!”
“Oppa, me. I mean, me...”
No matter how tight I hugged her, it did nothing for her now. She finally burst into tears, spilling it out.
“...I tried to stab that bastard with a knife once.”
“Wh... what?”
“For real. Dead serious. I really tried to kill him. Didn't go through in the end, but when I slashed the back of his hand...”
Oh Hana's hands shook as she spoke.
“He was smiling. Like he was happy.”
Lee Gin-hyung, shamefully chased out of the Genesis Eleven fansign venue, hopped straight into a luxury van and headed somewhere.
Black glove on his right hand.
The moment he saw it, Lee Gin-hyung dropped to his knees without a 0.1-second hesitation, forehead to the floor. Far more pathetic and desperate than when he'd begged Oh Hana.
“P-please, spare me. J-just one more chance...”
“Huh? Ahaha, watch your words, Mr. Lee. I never said I'd kill you. Have I ever even hinted at that? My bodyguards haven't laid a finger on you. Talk like that, and people might misunderstand.”
Oh Hanam, lounging back in his chair, flashed a grin and crossed his legs.
“If anything, I've felt sorry for you—gave you top-tier service, all kinds of opportunities. Memory fuzzy? Mind repeating what I said?”
“Th-this time, if I g-get back with O-Oh Hana, I'll stake my life n-never to interfere. M-moreover, you'd g-give me 5 billion. P-please! I c-can still do it. It w-was just crowded, so Hana panicked. W-we were really good together. So...”
“Yeah yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Mr. Lee. I give chances galore.”
Kind smile, but Lee couldn't meet those eyes. His body shuddered. Still, he was that desperate.
“C-can I get, like, 100 million upfront...?”
“No can do. You blew all the loans from our Ilha Finance on gambling. Wasn't satisfied with the clubs I treated you to, fooled around with girls besides Hana, got into drugs—that was all you. Right?”
Lee's heart sank. Oh Hanam wasn't wrong—not unfair at all.
Couldn't argue, felt mute. Misery crushed him. Wanted to die.
“Just because you dated my sister, I personally hooked you up with the lowest rates and max amounts from finance circles.”
“Y-yes... that's true.”
“And the clubs? Everything free except a few pricey liquors, right?”
“Yes, ugh!”
“Even then, did we ever get violent or hound you? Just legal stuff—garnishment, payment orders.”
All Lee could do was nod in agreement to Oh Hanam's words. That drove him madder.
“Meanwhile, we lowered rates, helped with bankruptcy filings, even offered Ilha Construction jobs to pay off debt. Now, just date my sister again, and boom—5 billion.”
“Ugh, ugh...”
“And now you want 100 million upfront? Kinda shameless, don't you think? Haha!”
Oh Hanam burst out laughing, then sighed pityingly and patted Lee's shoulder.
“Tch. Fine. You're too pitiful. Here's 10 million cash as consolation. Buck up and try again. If you're right, you'll get back with Hana for sure. Fighting—I’m rooting for you.”
Thud. He opened his eyes.
Two stacks of 50,000-won bills sat before him. Exactly 10 million. Lee snatched them greedily, clutching to his chest, voice trembling as he asked:
“I-is this also a d-debt...?”
“No way, Mr. Lee! What do you take me for, some scoundrel? I said consolation prize. Freebie. Purely to cheer you on.”
“Th-thank you... thank you.”
“Off you go. You look beat. Rest up with that cash, then give it another shot.”
“Y-yes!”
Lee bolted out like he'd sell his soul to Oh Hanam, fear forgotten. The door shut, and Oh Hanam yanked off his glove, tossing it aside.
“Toss it.”
“Yes.”
The secretary carefully picked up the glove and said:
“Lee Gin-hyung will probably head straight to a club.”
“Hook him up with girls, cheap drugs galore. Oh, and keep my sister's security airtight. If those pathetic bugs screw up on impulse... you know.”
The secretary bowed without hesitation.
“Yes, Vice Chairman.”
“Out.”
“Excuse me.”
The secretary, relieved at the casual speech, left. Alone, Oh Hanam sprawled on the sofa, staring at the scar on his hand with a smile.
“Ha, nice.”