Chapter 55
Chapter 55
Jae-gyu burst out of the house and ran wildly. He reached the bustling Raw Fish Center, a tourist spot for outsiders, and aimlessly wandered around.
He had nothing specific to do and wasn't in a good mood, so he didn't feel like calling any friends.
It was better to kill time by shoving his hands in his pockets and watching people.
“It must be wonderful to live in a place like this. So peaceful!”
Just then, a group of tourists emerged, patting their bellies, admiring the tranquil scenery.
“How can you live with all the inconvenience? You wouldn't last a day!”
It was a Seoul accent. Jae-gyu's eyes flashed.
‘Seoul.’
Yes, if he left this place, he'd go to Seoul. To his mother's hometown. It was the moment his resolve hardened.
What would he do in Seoul? How would he live? As he pondered these thoughts, he arrived back in his neighborhood.
‘What's that?’
An acrid smell hung over the ridge leading to his house. Gray smoke was slowly creeping down the mountain. Jae-gyu knew there was a fire, and instinctively realized it was his own house.
He scrambled up the hill, and as he'd ominously predicted, his house was engulfed in flames.
The house spewed black smoke, burning red, its pillars collapsing one by one. None of it felt real.
Jae-gyu stood dazed amidst the chaos. His thought process was sluggish.
Meanwhile, the flames grew fiercer. What was inside? Mom's photo, Mom's photo... And...
“Father...!”
Jae-gyu rushed into the house. The area in front of the front door was already scorching hot from the fire.
The doorknob was already melted and twisted. Jae-gyu threw his weight against the door with his left arm, banging against it.
It was so hot it felt like his skin was melting. Black smoke seeping through the door crack rushed into his lungs. He was frantically trying to break it down for a long time when he heard the blaring sirens of a fire truck in the distance. It seemed they had been dispatched after seeing the smoke from the mountain.
“Help me!”
Jae-gyu cried out at the top of his lungs, continuing to try and break down the door. His vision went dark.
“Mom, Mom's photo, haa... The money, Father's boat fare! Haa...”
Jae-gyu woke up in the hospital where his father's body was laid.
When he opened his eyes, he instinctively knew his father was no longer in this world. A sense of relief was accompanied by an emptiness.
Now, Jae-gyu had no family left in the world.
“You'd better think again.”
“I don't know. How many times do I have to tell you? Just go, please.”
“Someone withdrew 54 million won from your father's boat fare. Who do you think was after that money?”
“It must have burned to ashes, Detective.”
To think that the bundle of money he'd left behind, closing his eyes tightly, was 54 million won. His stomach churned with bitterness.
Detectives kept coming, perhaps because there were suspicious circumstances surrounding his father's death, and Jae-gyu wasn't even given time to grieve.
Ultimately, Jae-gyu became a suspect.
This was due to his lack of emotional distress after his father's death and the fact that he was with him until the end.
His father's knife, which had cut the gas hose, was presented as evidence, having been found in Jae-gyu's pocket.
After a long legal battle, he was acquitted due to insufficient evidence, but in the village, Jae-gyu was already a murderer.
The villagers' reaction was that he had been beaten to a pulp every time his father came home, to the point everyone knew, so it was plausible he would kill his own father.
Jae-gyu found it hard to ignore such reactions. It was better to go to Seoul, his mother's hometown, as planned. For that, he needed money, and the person who came to mind was Mr. Noh.
That night, Jae-gyu boarded the boat Mr. Noh had introduced him to, and disappeared from the village.
Trusting Mr. Noh was a mistake. How could he trust a man who gambled with his father?
Jae-gyu was kidnapped onto a modified deep-sea fishing vessel, one of the Chinese boats called Ghost Ships, and was trapped there, performing high-intensity labor. The hardships he endured then were beyond description.
But there's no law that says a person must die. The year he turned twenty, the so-called Master who operated several Ghost Ships changed his business. Thanks to that, Jae-gyu was able to return after three years.
If he had worked on a deep-sea fishing vessel of that intensity, he should have earned hundreds of millions, but what Jae-gyu received wasn't even official currency.
Jae-gyu felt hollow, having received only twenty pieces of encrypted digital currency, each supposedly worth 700,000 won.
“Is this even money?”
Life felt futile. Twenty-year-old Jae-gyu returned to his hometown, penniless.
No one welcomed him. Pointed at as "the bastard who killed his father," Jae-gyu lay in a motel room and thought.
‘I should leave tomorrow.’
And that day, as if she'd heard Jae-gyu had returned, a woman came to his motel room. She was holding the hand of a scrawny eight-year-old kid.
“Jae-gyu, are you going to Seoul?”
“Who are you?”
“Don't you remember me? The daughter of this inn.”
“Ah, the one who went to Seoul.”
The woman suddenly burst into tears.
“Your father's younger brother, Seon Hyeong-gu, that bastard, he ruined my life by getting involved with him!”
It was a pitiful situation, that a woman who looked only four or five years older than him had gotten involved with such an old man and even had a child. He himself had barely seen his father's younger brother, so how they had met was a mystery.
“Every time I see him, I get so furious I can't raise him, truly.”
Amidst his bewilderment, Jae-gyu examined the kid's face. Indeed, like a blood relative of the same family, there were similarities. His features, his bone structure.
“If you won't raise him, I'll just give him to an orphanage!”
Jae-gyu asked the woman, who was crying and throwing a tantrum.
“What's his name?”
“Seon Han-gyeol.”
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“Oh no...”
Bom's eyes were already brimming with tears after hearing the story up to this point. Letting her tears flow freely, Bom caressed Jae-gyu's cheek.
“How could you have lived such a hard life?”
“Looking back, it's fine now.”
Jae-gyu spoke as if it were someone else's story, wiping away Bom's tears and smoothing her disheveled hair. Bom alone was serious.
“When you think about it, Han-gyeol and you weren't actually uncle and nephew.”
“He was like a nephew in age, so I just told him to call me that.”
“So, did you go to Seoul with Han-gyeol?”
Recalling that time, Jae-gyu let out a small laugh.
“There was an old man who said he'd take us to Seoul, so we hitched a ride in his truck, but when the car broke down on the way, he just abandoned us.”
That was Shinsu-eup. Jae-gyu stayed there for a few days with Han-gyeol, and he liked the friendly locals and the lush scenery of mountains and fields. That's how he settled in Shinsu-eup.
“It was truly fate with this town, since I even met you, Bom, there...”
Hearing his story, Bom swallowed her tears and burrowed deeper into Jae-gyu's embrace. His warm, broad chest felt even sadder.
“...Twenty is still so young. Raising a child all by yourself.”
“Who in this world doesn't suffer hardships?”
But it was hard to find someone who had suffered that much. Bom's heart ached so much that she slipped her arms under Jae-gyu's armpits and hugged him tightly.
Even hugging him like this, she wanted to be closer. Like before.
As she leaned against his chest, rubbing her face, she felt Jae-gyu's lower half stirring again.
It was absurd that he was getting aroused even now, but...
“Bom?”
Bom lightly kissed Jae-gyu's lips.
“If we embrace one more time...”
“...Bom.”
Jae-gyu, who had been slowly caressing Bom's still-tear-streaked face, began to kiss her. The salty taste of her flowing tears brushed against his lips.
“Mmm, ahh...”
Hot breaths mingled, and their hands boldly explored each other's bodies.
Jae-gyu's fingers checked Bom's nether regions. Just the touch of his fingers, and she was already so wet that a squelching sound could be heard.
Jae-gyu immediately pushed his hard Penis, its veins throbbing, into Bom's body.
“Ugh!”
His hips moved fiercely. Unlike their previous sex, there was no preparation. Seeing Jae-gyu thrusting wildly, her lower belly ached.
The large Penis pushed in, relentlessly pressing against her inner flesh. Bom squirmed slightly and whispered.
“The position...”
“How, huff, should I do it?”
“Mmm, let's try changing it...”
No sooner had she finished speaking than her body was swiftly lifted. Bom, suddenly straddling Jae-gyu's waist, winced.
“Too deep, ugh, it hurts.”
Jae-gyu grabbed Bom's waist with both hands, pulling her forward so she only took him halfway. Then he whispered.
“You're beautiful even like this.”
“Jae-gyu, you...”
Bom slowly looked down at Jae-gyu.
His full, firm chest was drenched in sweat. Below his well-defined pectorals, his abs twitched.
“Hmph.”
Bom unconsciously swayed her hips. Jae-gyu's hands firmly cupped her buttocks, lifting them, and with his knees bent, he thrust his hips vigorously.
“The stimulation, ugh...!”
“Ha, I'm going crazy.”
The fully erect shaft plunged in from below, and with each thrust, the explicit sound of their Love Juice sticking could be heard.
Both felt that Orgasm would come soon and began to thrust hard into the place of their union.
“Haaah...!”
“Haa! Aah!”
Jae-gyu gripped Bom's buttocks with all his might, tightening the union of their bodies. Convulsions rippled through their interlocked lower halves.
“Kuh!”
Semen surged in, miraculously, as if there was still room for more. Bom, having reached Orgasm again, no longer had the strength to move her body. Jae-gyu laid the limp Bom down.
“Shall I wash you?”
“Let me rest a little... Jae-gyu, do you want to wash first?”
Bom, having sent Jae-gyu into the bathroom, slowly blinked, lost in the afterglow. Then, she gradually came back to her senses.
‘I wasn't even drunk today.’
Her body had been pushed to its limit, making her stop, but if she had the stamina, she wanted to keep their bodies pressed together with Jae-gyu.
She could no longer deny that this was a feeling of love.
Her mind became complicated.
What should she do now? How would Jae-gyu treat her from now on?
‘He'll probably ask me to be his girlfriend, right?’