Reunion 3
I grabbed the shopping bags and headed home. Glancing at the time, I saw O Nangryun would arrive in less than an hour.
"Fuck. Never thought I'd get excited to see a guy's face."
Dry-aged French rack of lamb. No need to age it further, so an hour was plenty for cooking. I started prepping with a genuine spring in my step.
"Fuck. Never thought I'd be cooking with joy for a dude."
Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak. The rhythmic sound of the knife slicing. Red beets and golden beets thinly sliced on the cutting board. I layered the beets in circles, dotted them with goat cheese crumbles like polka dots, and artfully placed the pre-made walnut praline around them for plating. Then I drizzled on a citrus dressing made with orange zest, lemon juice, and extra virgin olive oil. Done—the beet carpaccio looked as delicious as it promised.
U Mi-young Supervisor (Poo) and Choi Seo-ah (Retriever) were drooling beside me, wagging their asses.
"Wait."
They obeyed the command like it was law—Choi Seo-ah (Retriever) must've been well-trained by her previous owner. The sight of drool dripping from her mouth was so damn cute it was driving me insane.
It's hard to imagine how fucking hot it is to have a pretty girl living naked like a dog, buck-ass nude. Every little move was adorably puppylike. But her body? A soft, jiggly S-rank female form with an anal piercing. As soon as I got hard, she started sniffing at my crotch.
"You sniff out erections like a ghost? But right now, it's cooking time."
I gave Choi Seo-ah's head a light pat. She kept whining and begging like a needy pup. Anyone who's owned a dog knows that look—the pitiful pleading eyes you just can't resist.
"Haa... fine, no helping it. Quick cum and done!"
Really, no choice. Couldn't have her interrupting the cooking. I busted a quick nut and headed to the gas stove. The Ottogi soup was boiling away. For an instant product, Ottogi's pretty damn good. Most fine dining spots use it as a base. Buy in bulk, and it cuts costs too.
I tossed well-trimmed cremini mushrooms into a pan and sautéed them till they browned nicely. Added a touch of the leftover foie gras from the fridge for depth. Poured the thickened soup over the mushrooms, stirred in a bit of heavy cream, and simmered gently. Had to time it so the mushroom aroma didn't break down—too long and it gets mushy. Exactly 2 minutes 30 seconds. Lid on, low heat to finish.
Cooking makes me happiest. Maybe that's why I became a chef. And if someone savors it? Double the joy.
"Maybe open a restaurant again?"
Not a bad idea. After revenge is done, a cozy fine dining spot—raise Choi Seo-ah there, bring in Yu-jeong...
U Yu-jeong. Hamster. Thinking of her brought a smile. The kid who loves my food especially. Knowing she likes me makes me pay extra attention.
"She might freak seeing women kept like pets. Heh."
Food was shaping up nicely.
Still, we're Korean, so gotta have rice, right? Fine dining charges a fortune but no bowl of rice?
O Nangryun, that bastard demanded rice even at my old place.
"Yeah. Fuck, gotta cook rice for you."
I sprinkled a spoon of cooking oil over the famed Shin Dongjin rice and started it. Fine dining's tasty rice secret: for four servings, half a spoon of oil makes it ten times better. Science behind it—the oil dissolves liposoluble flavor compounds, amplifying the rice's aroma. Especially with bold Shin Dongjin rice in a Cuckoo cooker; you'll get that glossy fine dining shine at home.
The nutty rice scent filled the house. I called to check arrival.
"Nangryun. What time you arriving?"
"30 minutes. Bringing Go A-hee and Yu Hina. They gotta eat too."
"OK. Got two more here."
"Kekeke. Pussy palace?"
"What else."
"Bastard. This really is heaven for us. Keh."
I chuckled along. Then the soup boiled over.
"Busy. Hanging up."
Click. Said two, but Kumma and Kkabyeon popped to mind. Priorities, though—no way I'm summoning a soul-minion lookalike and tit-pussy monster to dinner.
"U Mi-young, Choi Seo-ah, both of you—get dressed proper. Ditch the dog collars."
They scampered to the bedroom. Good little summons, obeying perfectly.
Finished the soup, whipped up extra salad. Table loaded for the first time since the housewarming. Timed the rack's pan preheat for O Nangryun's arrival.
"Don't be late, asshole."
Ding-dong! Speak of the tiger—O Nangryun was here. Couldn't hide his presence. His booming laugh echoed from the hall.
Kekekeke. Opened the door, and he bear-hugged me, pounding my back.
"Bro!!!"
The force rocked even my awakened demon hunter ass. The old skinny brainiac was gone—full Hulk mode now.
"Park Woojin, you dog! You're alive! Fuck, body's insane now? What'd you eat? Smells like heaven in here!"
"Shut it. Seeing your mug makes life worth it. But you? Hulk much? Muscles popping—roids? Total monster."
Quick hug, survival confirmed. Grateful smiles saying thanks for being alive. A thousand silent words exchanged. His body was denser, bigger—Belphegor successor perks, probably. Behind him, two familiar faces stood demurely: cheerleader goddess Go A-hee and national little sis singer-songwriter Yu Hina.
"Know Go A-hee? Cheerleader. Yu Hina—you like her, so obvious."
Go A-hee's beauty rivaled U Mi-young's. Her exposed midriff showed ripped abs. Floral dress Yu Hina smiled sweetly at me. Real-life stunner—normal smile, no Joker. But... off. Were her tits always that huge? Hands wouldn't cover 'em, sagging heavy. Waist wasp-thin, hips solid. Yu Hina rocked a prime birthing body, rivaling Go A-hee's cheer form.
Weird...
From what I knew, Yu Hina was slender. She even joked in her 'Phone Number Body' song on YouTube...
"Neither's a survivor, right?"
"Knew you'd spot it quick. Wanted to surprise ya. Fuck, smells killer. Whatcha making?"
O Nangryun entered, eyes locking on U Mi-young (Poo).
"Ooh... hot stuff. Hi! I'm Woojin's best bud, O Nangryun! Body full of maternal vibes!"
"You psycho—'maternal body' to a stranger?!"
O Nangryun spits what I can't. Used to look like a wholesome big-dumb-smart guy; now a hot-blooded barbarian ape. Sharp gaze scanned U Mi-young—survivor check. Clocked her as non-human instantly.
"Can't just say 'nice big tits' to a first meet."
"Freak."
"Ah, smell's got me starving!"
He sniffed his way in, eyes glued to the table. Mini-skirt Choi Seo-ah bounded over on all fours, ass-wagging at me.
"Raising girls as dogs? Damn, you outdid me."
"Bullshit. After seeing your lower-body monsters wall-mounted... fuck, you're the real freak."
"Anal walkers, right? Fucked 'em? Delicious, huh? Tried pussy from Crawling Head fangless necks?"
"Anal Walker? Fits perfect."
Anal Walker... lower-body freaks had a name now.
"Tasty as fuck, yeah? Especially the little one I keep under blankets. Prime pussy—chewy goodness."
"Shut up and sit. Vegan carpaccio appetizer first. Feet smell OK?"
"Kek. Cleaned up for your place. Ladies, sit. Try Chef Park's grub. First time for this feast, eh?"
O Nangryun seated Go A-hee and Yu Hina smoothly. They followed like pros—shells obeying? Like Jin Sun-mi?
Neuroscience genius plus Belphegor power? World might be his playground.
"So, how'd you snag her?"
He poked my side, pointing at U Mi-young Supervisor (Poo).
"Same company boss."
"Kekekeke! Boss babe in the pussy palace! Office worker's dream!"
"You achieved yours—Go A-hee in yours."
"Right?! But fuck the same hole too much, gets boring quick. You get it, Woojin?"
I eyed him. Married guys know honeymoon fade.
"Divorced bros unite."
"Save up for car, house—thrill lasts a month. Dopamine threshold shit."
"Can't ditch a devoted pussy house. Like duty defense in marriage."
"...Here, no need. Take Go A-hee and Yu Hina for your pussy house. I'm bored."
His sly grin irked. Bored? Toss it. Easy pussy's curse—breaks something in me. I shook my head, petting panting Choi Seo-ah.
"Nah. Wanna cherish my pussy house."
"Pervert. That fleshlight hoarding. Die from it. I prophesy."
"Kekeke, you save me then, fucker."
"Deal! I'll save ya if you're dying."
Joking tone, but eyes sincere. Rough talk, big heart.
"Built like a tank now. 2 meters?"
"1.92. Grew 10 cm. 30 kg heavier."
"Monster."
"Yeah? Your gains ain't slouchin' either. Kekekeke."
His happy Busan laugh. He paused mid-spoon, gazing warmly.
"Asshole, quit the mushy eyes. Gouge 'em? Hate gays, fuck."
"Fuck, Park Woojin. Thought I didn't know 'bout your pancreatic cancer? Glad you're cured. Fuck. Kept suffering alone, dumbass."
Shocked. I'd hid it well.
"Fuck, how?"
"Friends know. Tough, huh?"
His calm words squeezed my chest.
"Day by day... till days like this?"
Day by day... Eyes welled. Knife grip tightened.
"Wanted to quit... no hope, tomorrow scared me. Endured... day by day."
"Tomorrow exciting now? Never know what happens."
"Kekeke. Yeah. Never dreamed meeting you here. Thanks for surviving."
"My line. Thanks, fuck. Park Woojin."
He speared salad, smirking.
"Anyway, Woojin—watch the fleshlight. For real."
"Kekeke. Yeah, fucker. But beyond that, cherish what's mine. Life or not."
"Fleshlight too?"
"Yup."
He stared, then chuckled.
"Fair. My monsters matter too."
"Treat people that way, jerk. Eat up."
Same hell, yet secure with him. Explained plating, eating tips.
"Cream of mushroom first, then vegan beet carpaccio."
"Still got it. Michelin two-star don't fade. Walnut praline, goat cheese? Where'd ya source? Impressive."
"Been ages—forgive if not perfect."
"No humble pie. Fuckin' delicious. Veggies taste like sashimi. Texture... so good."
His loud smacks made me grin. Slurpers annoy some, but his full-body praise? Gold.
Ladled soup for Choi Seo-ah; she dove in. Devoured carpaccio, ass shaking the chair creaky. Go A-hee, Yu Hina, U Mi-young ate neatly—tasting it proper? Who knows. Unfiltered bro talk hit different. Booze flowed, laughs peaked.
"Woojin griping world's hell—now pimp daddy."
Clinked soju, death prep felt yesterday.
"This is hell too."
"Kekeke, right!"
Clink. Wine instead, fine vintage chaser.
"Who'd guess pussy houses at meetup?"
"Yeah."
"But... Woojin. Your U Mi-young boss—shell, right?"
"How?"
"Dude, Belphegor successor here. Shells? Easy spot."
His smirk rose lightly.
