Chapter 170
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: Summoned to Hwamong
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He was someone I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around.
I had no idea how I could have been so out of my mind as to act arrogantly toward him before. Here I was, still working part-time at a convenience store, while he was the current chairman of Hanban Group... Good grief, you compare apples to apples.
'And even though I have some lingering resentment, it's also true that he unilaterally helped me out.'
At first, it wasn't just a little resentment—it was a lot. But don't they say time makes people see things more objectively?
If Han Serong hadn't protected the people around me from Oh Hanam, there really would have been no answer back then. Judging by Oh Hanam's actions, he was the type to show a reality even worse than I could imagine.
My parents losing their jobs would have been the least of it—he'd have gone after everyone connected to me. Just imagining it was horrifying, and if it had actually happened, the shock would have been beyond words. No matter how firm my resolve, there's no guarantee I wouldn't have followed the same path as Oh Hana's ex-boyfriends when faced with that situation.
'Oh, Oh Hanam! This is the money we agreed you'd give me.'
A memory I'd deliberately shoved to the back of my mind resurfaced.
Ironically, it had been resolved sloppily thanks to Oh Hanam's help. But thinking back, Lee Gin-hyung at that time wasn't normal. His eyes in particular looked... off, like he'd lost it somewhere.
What was truly chilling was that Oh Hanam hadn't used violence or coercion, yet he'd reduced a person to that utter mess. He only showed a slightly sloppy side in front of me. No matter how many times I thought about it, no one creepier than that bastard came to mind.
And Han Serong was someone even Oh Hanam couldn't touch—what could I possibly do?
"Long time no see, Chairman."
-What do you mean long time no see.
My polite greeting was met with a gruff voice without even a second's hesitation.
-No long talk. I'll send a car this evening. Get in it.
"Pardon? What do you m—"
「Tu, tu, tu.」
I stared blankly at the phone after the call cut off.
He really didn't beat around the bush. Damn senile old coot.
"What the hell is this...?"
A hollow laugh escaped me, and ironically, this situation felt somewhat familiar now. So many incomprehensible things kept happening around me one after another. At this point, I just figured it was me who was too dim to keep up or understand.
At that moment, Han Aebom, who had been carefully storing the pouch and glass bottle containing my semen, spoke up.
"Was that your grandfather?"
"Yes."
"He wants to see you this evening?"
"Yes."
"Hmm, then he's probably inviting you to 'Hwamong' tonight."
Well, look at that.
I was the only one tilting my head; Han Aebom already seemed to have a rough idea of what was going on.
Hwamong? What was that? Some ultra-luxury five-star Chinese restaurant that only chaebols went to?
"What's Hwamong?"
Unable to hold back my curiosity, I asked, but Han Aebom shook her head.
"It's not hard to explain, but telling you in advance would only hinder your growth. It's better to go with an empty mind and face it with your own two eyes."
That just makes me more curious.
"What you said earlier."
What I said earlier?
A jumble of Han Aebom's lewd lines she'd screamed at me flashed through my mind, but what she brought up was something entirely different.
"I really don't care much whom you meet, no matter what woman it is."
"Ah, yes, that."
I vaguely remembered her saying something like that...
"That was pretty sincere."
"That might actually hurt a little."
Han Aebom let out a small laugh.
"I like that you're saying that now, but on the other hand, it makes me think you've still got a long way to go. At the same time, it fills me with... great anticipation for what kind of person you'll become in the future."
Were the Hans putting on a quiz show today or something?
Both Han Serong and Han Aebom—they kept me guessing with answers only they knew.
"You'll probably call me once you get to Hwamong. Don't worry too much—just call me calmly. As for this side..."
Han Aebom said in a serious tone.
"I'll handle it."
In the end, I nodded like an idiot without understanding a single thing.
If I were a bit smarter, if I could see how the world really worked a little better, would I have understood? The very fact that I was having these thoughts probably meant I was just an ordinary guy who could never catch up to them.
I chewed on my suddenly bitter taste and called the store manager.
I probably wouldn't be able to come in today.
Was it because of the intense sex with Han Aebom, or because I didn't want to meet Han Serong?
My eyes opened later than usual.
[For my beloved boyfriend: SEALED! Sorry!]
The first thing I saw was Oh Hana, sticking a wordy Post-it note on the head of the Riki doll. She'd finally decided to box it up, huh.
I was about to nod in satisfaction when an even more satisfying sight filled my view.
「Drop, drip!」
She'd come home from her part-time job, showered right away, and now here was naked Oh Hana, squatting with water dripping from her body.
'Ah, fuck... gonna cum quick.'
Yawning lightly, I fiddled with my dick with my right hand. Oh Hana hugged the Riki doll tightly and sniffled.
"Sorry, Riki! I promised I'd never throw you away, so don't forgive me for making this choice!"
Unlike the sad Oh Hana, I fiddled with my dick even more pleasurably.
'Heh heh, bye-bye, you little shit.'
Every time that doll's face caught my eye, I'd itched to nail it to the wall. Finally, that ugly mug was vanishing from sight.
"Someday we might meet again!"
That day would never come.
"Sea... led!"
It was impressive in another way.
How many people on Earth could make such a fuss over just boxing up a doll?
Was it because she was 22? Because she's 22?
If I were just seven years younger...
'As if. I wasn't like that even at 17.'
That was just Oh Hana's innate nature.
Even growing up in an orphanage, she'd never been depressed, always plowing ahead cheerfully, making anyone feel good... a born talent.
Oh?
[Oh Hana]
[Entertainer, SS]
As expected!
The 'Grade Eye Skill' activated after a long time, and I gripped my dick harder. I'd thought it many times before, but Oh Hana had talent in the idol industry. She even had some knowledge about it.
'It's not too late even now.'
Muttering to myself, I kept jerking off when suddenly Oh Hana's pussy was right in front of my nose.
It was visible in my sight—or rather, unavoidable—and her voice came.
"Hey, oppa. There's a naked girlfriend right next to you. What's the point of jerking off alone under the covers? Trying to turn me into some shameless slut?!"
"No..."
Before I could say anything, whoosh—the blanket covering me flew far away.
I faintly heard Yoon Sua's "Waaah." She must've been buried under the blanket Oh Hana threw.
"Seriously! There are three girls here ready to relieve your sexual frustration anytime. Jerking off with your hand is total bullshit!"
"I just woke up and was fiddling absentmindedly."
"Tsk tsk! That's how guys end up cumming. You start fiddling when bored, it gets hard, and next thing you know, you're busting one to porn without realizing."
Spot on. Too accurate.
"I just finished my shift and showered, so pussy might be iffy right now. I'll suck one out with my mouth. Wanna smoke after?"
"Sure."
I was about to suggest smoking together anyway since I was up. This was why Oh Hana was great—she always fed me exactly what I'd like, even without asking.
"Alright then, shall we see how oppa's just-woken dick tastes?"
And she was great at sex too.
[Entertainer, SS]
Oh Hana's talent grade, still visible, caught my eye.
Entertainer!
Thinking about it, getting a blowjob from her was no different from one from a celebrity. That thought made it even hotter.
"Haaam, churp, slurp, suuuurp, mmph...!"
One hand on the glans and shaft, the other kneading my balls, Oh Hana sucked eagerly. Her wet hair brushed my skin pleasurably, aiding the caress.
The blowjob right after waking sent ejaculation surging up.
"Ugh, cumming."
"Mmm! I'll eat it up. Uuung, gulp... glug, gulp, gulp..."
Unlike other girls, Oh Hana leisurely held my dick in her mouth and swallowed my semen. One hand kept sweeping her falling hair behind her ear. Nothing could be sexier.
"Uuung, gulp, gulp..."
Only after filling her stomach with semen did I finish cumming.
She kissed my dick with a smack, then threw on a white tee and dolphin pants, picking up cigarettes and a lighter.
"Come on, let's go smoke one."
It was the vibrant smile I hadn't seen during no-smoking periods.
I mirrored her smile, slipped on flip-flops with her, and headed out dragging them.
「Chiiik!」
"Sssip, slurp..."
With a cigarette in my mouth, thoughts of the upcoming schedule filled my head.
What was Hwamong? When would the car arrive? What should I wear? Various worries as I puffed away nonstop—then Oh Hana tapped my arm.
"Oppa, what're you thinking so deeply about?"
"Huh?"
"You know how smokers are. When you've got a lot on your mind, you unconsciously chain-smoke right after exhaling."
"Ah... The Hanban Group chairman said he's sending a car soon. No idea what's gonna happen or what I should do."
"Sssip, whoosh..."
Oh Hana took a deep drag and exhaled refreshingly.
"What can you do if you don't know? If you can't avoid it, just face it head-on. From my life experience, being proactive beats being passive in the end. Though overdoing it can backfire."
"Yeah, probably."
"Of course! And hey, that guy's just human too, right? You're no slouch in specs anymore, so stand tall and face him! Boldly!"
If it were past me, her words would've pumped me up big time.
But having met Han Serong once, her pep talk didn't quite fill me with confidence.
And rightly so.
'He didn't feel like just another human.'
Hiding that thought,
I chuckled and stroked Oh Hana's head.
"Thanks for the encouragement. I feel a bit better."
"Yay!"
As I finished my smoke with the delighted Oh Hana and headed back to the studio apartment, a blinding light flashed behind us.
"Here to pick you up on the chairman's orders, Mr. Kim Hyunwoo."
Seeing the driver bow politely, I felt it again: Han Serong and I could never be the same.
"Could you wait a moment? I'll change clothes quickly and be right out."
"Yes, sir."
A short while later, I boarded the car Han Serong sent, dressed as neatly as possible.
The ride was still insanely comfortable—something a guy like me could never even dream of.