Collecting What Is Owed
The meal was simple enough. Min-ju walked into a nearby high-end restaurant, ordered steak, and after only a cursory glance at the menu, chose the most expensive item on it.
The bill, of course, fell to Yeong-jun. He decided to let that slide.
When the steak arrived, Min-ju waved her fork around and muttered that it was delicious, yet Yeong-jun’s gaze remained fixed on her red lips and the line of her throat.
That same mouth that had once kicked him from the back of the classroom and jeered Jjintta bastard was right in front of him now.
Damn it.
After they finished and stepped out of the restaurant, the night air blew cool against their skin. Min-ju rubbed her stomach lightly and glanced up at him.
"Hey, Jjintta."
She called him in that familiar tone. Yeong-jun let out a short laugh and turned his head.
"Where do you live? Nearby?"
Yeong-jun tilted his head a little at her question.
"Yeah, nearby… why?"
Min-ju hesitated for a moment, then lightly bit her lip.
"We already ate, so… I was going to suggest a drink."
She kept her arms crossed and stared straight at him.
"But maybe a bar would be better, or if your place is close, we could just go there. It’s been a long time—talking somewhere quiet, just the two of us, would be nicer, right?"
Even as she said it, she slightly averted her eyes.
Yeong-jun swallowed the smile rising inside him.
This bitch still looks at me like I’m a Jjintta. But soon… you’ll be begging at my feet.
He nodded slowly and lightly took her arm, drawing her along.
"Yeah, let’s go to my place. Perfect for a quiet talk."
He stopped with her at a nearby convenience store and picked up a bottle of wine. While he paid for the expensive red, he felt Min-ju’s gaze on him.
This is where it really starts.
He drove them toward the luxury high-rise complex in Gangnam.
After parking in the underground garage and stepping into the elevator, Min-ju’s expression began to change. Past the twentieth floor, the card-key corridor, and finally standing in front of Yeong-jun’s door, her eyes went round as she looked around.
"What the… Jjintta."
She muttered it while staring at Yeong-jun’s back as he opened the door. Surprise and fluster were plain in her voice.
"You live here? For real?"
Once inside, Min-ju stood with her mouth slightly open, taking in the living room. The generous floor space, the Gangnam nightscape through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the high-end furniture and sleek interior, even the bookcase that filled an entire wall.
The fact that the same Jjintta bastard who used to cry in the corner of the classroom while they stole his bag now lived in a place like this scrambled her thoughts.
She looked Yeong-jun up and down again as he held the wine.
"Hey, you really are a doctor… You make a lot of money, huh? How the hell do you live somewhere like this?"
Her tone still tried to cut him down by attaching the word Jjintta, yet her voice trembled faintly and her eyes wavered. Behind the surprise, a quiet greed and unease had begun to seep in.
Yeong-jun set the bottle on the table and smiled slowly.
"Make yourself comfortable. Now let’s have a proper talk."
His eyes were already tracing the lines of her body.
After that he went to the kitchen and brought out a simple cheese platter and some nachos, setting them on the table as snacks. Then he uncorked the wine and slowly poured the deep red liquid into two glasses. The moment the aroma spread, Min-ju’s eyes lit up a little.
"You picked a good one."
She lifted her glass, took a sip, crossed her legs, and leaned back against the sofa.
"So… how have you been all this time? Jjintta."
Yeong-jun sat across from her with his own glass. A faint smile touched his lips.
"Just… gritted my teeth and lived."
A short, even answer. Min-ju took another swallow of wine and tilted her head.
"Why? What was so hard?"
In that instant Yeong-jun’s eyes deepened. He set the glass down and looked straight at her. Memories of the past flickered through him, and the anger he had buried deep in his chest began to rise.
"Because of you."
Those few words settled heavily over the quiet living room. Min-ju’s expression hardened at once. She felt her grip tighten around the stem of the glass.
"What? Because of us… what are you talking about?"
Fluster mixed with a flicker of her old Iljin edge in her voice. Yeong-jun, however, never lost his smile as he watched her. His gaze traveled slowly from her face down the nape of her neck to the line of her chest.
"The things you and your Iljin friends did to me back in school. Calling me Jjintta every single day, hitting me, ignoring me… Thanks to that I gritted my teeth, studied, got into medical school, and made it this far."
His voice was utterly calm.
The moment Yeong-jun finished speaking, Min-ju let out a snort of laughter.
"Ha, Jjintta."
She set her wine glass down on the table with a sharp clack, switched which leg was crossed over the other, and looked at him with open mockery. The old Iljin-girl instinct seemed to flare back to life; her voice turned sharp.
"Holding a grudge over some childhood horsing around makes you really unpopular, you know. No wonder you came off like a total Ada bastard—any girl who got near you would run. Still hung up on that after all this time? Isn’t it hilarious?"
Yeong-jun watched her in silence for a long moment, then muttered in a low, heavy voice.
"So what?"
His eyes gradually cooled and sank. Memories of the past—being kicked in the classroom, becoming the laughingstock, every day of school feeling like hell—rose again, and his fist tightened slightly.
"How am I supposed to forget how miserable my school years were because of you people?"
His tone stayed even, yet the anger and obsession underneath it sent a chill down Min-ju’s spine. He slowly leaned forward, closing the distance between them.
"Every day I cried because of you. I gritted my teeth and endured. That got me this far, but… now I’m going to collect that debt properly."
Min-ju set her glass down at his words and let out a deep sigh. Her chest rose and fell heavily. Then her face settled into an expression of pure pity.
"Didn’t think you were still this pathetic."
She snorted and muttered. Her voice was razor-sharp.
"Real Jjintta bastard. So what now? Want an apology? I was young then. Sorry? Or… you want me to put out once? Fucking bastard for real."
She spat the words and switched her crossed legs again, yet she still could not escape Yeong-jun’s intense stare.
Inside she wondered, Is this bastard actually trying to get revenge on me? But what could he even do?
Yeong-jun’s eyes narrowed for a moment at her crude words, then a deep smile curved his lips. The part about “put out once” especially lodged hard in his ears.
He rose slowly from the sofa, stepped right up to her, and spoke in a low, thick voice.
"Why… if I ask you to put out, will you?"
His gaze openly traced her flushed face and the line of her chest. The wine’s warmth mixed with the old thirst for revenge, and both were beginning to boil over into raw desire.
Min-ju snorted as if the idea were absurd and shook her head.
"Ha, is that the goal? Real low-class."
She muttered it while looking up at him, yet her voice no longer carried the same confidence as before.
Inside, though, a different calculation was spinning fast.
Maybe this side is better? Yeah… if I’m just going to milk some money out of him, this is the smarter play.
She thought it while lightly biting her lip.
A luxury apartment, a successful doctor, the wine he had bought and the way he had brought her here. If the Jjintta she used to torment had become a rich, good-looking man who wanted her, then mixing bodies a little and getting some support in return didn’t sound so bad.
She leaned forward slightly on the sofa and looked up at him with a provocative glint in her eyes.
"Then take it off, you idiot. I’ll suck it with my mouth at least."
The instant the words left her, the air in the living room froze. Even Yeong-jun had not expected something so blunt from her lips.
He blinked once in brief surprise, then asked back in a low voice.
"For real…?"
Color flooded Min-ju’s face and her temper exploded. She shot to her feet, jabbed a finger into his chest, and shouted.
"You real fucking idiot Jjintta bastard! Haa, do I have to spell every single thing out for you? Or do I have to strip your clothes off myself too?!"
Inside she was still sneering.
Yeah, this bastard’s loaded and looks like he’s never touched a woman. Just give him a little and it’ll be fine. He’s a Jjintta—he’ll finish in no time anyway.
She rationalized it that way while keeping her outward attitude arrogant and irritable.
Yeong-jun wiped away the first flash of surprise, restored the deep smile to his lips, and caught her wrist.
"Yeah… since you’re coming out like that, I don’t have any reason to hold back either."
He gave a short laugh at her irritable outburst and no longer hesitated. Slowly he lowered the zipper of his pants. When he yanked the waistband down in one motion, his already hard, swollen cock strained the fabric of his underwear to its limit and sprang free.
A thick, massive cock a full twenty-five centimeters long, veins standing out in sharp relief, revealed its raw presence without shame.
The tip twitched and leaked a thin thread of clear fluid; the size and weight stretched the fabric until it looked ready to tear. Yeong-jun slowly pushed the underwear down as well, fully exposing the huge thing.
The moment Min-ju faced that sight head-on, her eyes flew wide open.
What the fuck… why is it so big…?