Chapter 86 – 086. Surrender (3)
H-line long dress with no sleeves or pattern.
The cardigan they gave me because they said it would be cold.
A red choker that can be considered fashion.
… It can’t even be seen as an accessory.
Black leash.
“… “Go quickly.”
“It’s a walk. … “You have to go slowly.”
As long as you take off the leash.
I often wear it at home too.
Sometimes worn outside.
Clothing that doesn’t seem too strange.
“Ha…”
“Why. … You dressed me in something decent. Did you want something more naughty? A skirt that shows panties…”
“Okay, just a little. Stop…”
It just shows a bit of the body.
… I couldn’t even wear underwear.
Even more so.
“… Phew.”
We went down in the elevator with only the two of us.
Slowly.
So as not to be seen by others.
Keep pace with him as much as possible.
Make sure that at least the collar is hidden from his body.
Tap, tap, tap.
Go outside.
“Maybe it’s because I haven’t been to the gym for a while, but I feel a little refreshed.”
I would like to tell you right now that you would just shut up.
I can’t do it because I feel like if I do that, I’ll end up doing something more noticeable instead of keeping my mouth shut.
All I can do is.
Just keep pace.
A slightly eerie path.
To a back alley with no people.
“I’m going to take some time off from the gym. It’s annoying.”
“… Do not lie to me. Kang Joo-hyuk, I know how much you care about your body.”
“That’s it… Because I played baseball until last year. If you wanted to earn a living, you should have done that. … “I can’t even throw a ball.”
On a dark street at night.
To him who spits out with an uncharacteristically bitter expression.
All you have to do is match your words appropriately.
“Haeun, you actually know that? … If I want to save my team, I can save it. “I may only receive the minimum salary.”
“… “Well, what.”
“Even if you’re a kid like me who has a broken shoulder and can’t recover, there are people who want to win the lottery after seeing that he pitched well just one year a few years ago.”
Are you angry about something?
Or maybe it’s a shame.
It’s a shame.
In that unknown expression.
“… Isn’t that so stupid? “When I see you trying to hold on to something that doesn’t work.”
… Like.
As if talking about me from not long ago.
Perhaps as if he were belittling himself.
To the person who reveals his true feelings
“In that respect, I wasn’t that foolish. You tried rehabilitation for a few years, but it seemed like it wasn’t going to work, so you kicked it out right away. Still, baseball. “I’ve been doing it for over 10 years.”
“… “I want to say something.”
“Well. I don’t want to say anything. … I’m just lamenting. Because it’s you.”
I don’t know what to answer.
Should I say sorry?
Should I tell you to cheer up?
Maybe I should ask what I’m going to do next.
Those words,
… Is it okay for me to do this while being held by a leash?
“I should at least open a gym with the money I saved.”
“Suddenly… ?”
“Have you not felt it lately? “I feel like it’s twice as much as a member of the gym I go to.”
“… “I felt it.”
“It’s all thanks to you. … To be honest, I don’t think it would be ruined if only you were left out. Trainer, whatever. Even if you just look for people you know, you’ll get kicked.”
Suddenly standing tall.
To him who suddenly makes plans that are not absurd,
Should I say that thought is okay?
I,
In his life his his his.
Is it okay to get involved?
“Do I need to get a loan? “I think I might be a little short on money.”
“… Asking to borrow money, hehe…”
“That won’t happen, so don’t make any weird mistakes. … In the first place, you don’t have any money.”
If so.
That too,
Is it okay to be involved in my life?
… Like.
As if the leash is being pulled now.
“And, if you have a gym or something, there are a lot of things you can do. Would you like to take pictures of this and that on your day off? Dig up a separate channel. “It’s popular these days for women to exercise.”
“… Are you really planning on doing it?”
“Then it must be fake? … “Did you think I would just spend my whole life hanging out at home with you?”
Like this.
Is it okay if my life and his life are intertwined?
… If we are definitely involved.
I will never be able to cut it off again.
“It’s been a few months since I decided to retire. You don’t have to think about what you do for a living. Me too.”
“… Why do you do that to me…”
“Then shall we ask Hinami?”
However,
If you don’t tie it.
I’m sure I’ll go tie the leash to someone else.
“Now that I think about it, that’s not bad either. He’s doing well, isn’t he? There’s a lot of money. Maybe it’s because I’m young, but my head is still a field of flowers. If you treat me well, I might be able to date you instead of just getting along.”
“…”
“If you live with her, you don’t have to worry about work or anything. In fact, if you just match that bitch’s sexual drive, you can play and eat…”
“… “I don’t like it.”
So.
“… “What?”
… I hated that much.
“… “You only hang out with other bitches.”
“What is the reason?”
On the rope wrapped around my neck.
It becomes worthless.
“With me… , You can do it. You also. “You like it.”
… I don’t like it.
Even saying these words with my own mouth.
“… What do I like?”
“With me. Sex… S. Doing it. “I feel like I’m going crazy because I love it.”
It makes me say things like this,
You too.
“Not really. … “Sex is just a meaning.”
“… “What means?”
“A means of feeling emotions.”
Pull on the leash.
Hold me in your arms.
You.
“… You have nothing to do with me, and even if I fucked you while you were lying down with no emotion, it wouldn’t even be enough to masturbate. “It’s not fun.”
“…”
“Do you know why I like having sex with you?”
So skillfully.
Familiarly.
You put your hands on my waist and hips.
“Because you hate me.”
“… “It’s natural.”
“… Even though you hate me, you can’t let me go.”
“…”
So naturally.
You are stroking my head.
“That’s why it’s good. … A few years ago, this woman treated people like bugs. Now it’s like this.”
“… “I didn’t treat you like a bug.”
“Well, you treated me roughly in a disgusting way, right? Not just me. “Other people too.”
Before you know it, let go of the leash.
You caress my cheek.
“Well, I understand. “If I had been born like you, I would have treated all the poor men like bugs.”
“…”
“However… , On this face. With this body. I haven’t met a single guy. “I wouldn’t have been able to earn even a single meal.”
Push it into the rough wall.
Looking at me intently.
You whisper in a low, scary voice.
“… That’s why I like you.”
“… “Don’t lie.”
… Until the end.
You are lying.
“I like it because it looks so stupid and cool.”
“Shut up.”
“Why didn’t you get a boyfriend? Aren’t you going to stand in line? Even just walking down the street.”
“I told you, I stalked you when I was in high school…”
“Then why me? … “They let me into the house after drinking?”
“…”
I didn’t even mix my tongue.
You cover your mouth.
“… If there’s anything you want to say to me, say it.”
… After playing with me so much,
In the end, you are the one who accepts the apology.
“… Sorry… , … Do it.”
I don’t like it.
… It’s pitiful.
This man.
This is what happened.
I feel like it’s my fault.
“What?”
“… You. Shoulder… That’s how it happened. … My responsibility too. Because it seems like there is…”
Maybe it was my fault for being annoyed.
“Why. … What should I do to make my shoulders look like this?”
Maybe it was your fault for losing your temper.
“… To my younger brother. Just. A little. … “It’s not cheap.”
“I told you that a long time ago. … “Is that all?”
Is it my younger brother’s fault who told me instead?
“My younger brother is telling my dad. … “I said I knew.”
“… “What did you say, exactly?”
“Me too…” , I do not know. Just. His behavior is not good. Rumors are going around…”
Listening to that,
Is it your dad’s fault for trying to send you to another team?
“… Then, after hearing that, the director must have changed my shoulder like this. Right?”
“… Yes.”
Before you go,
Is it the director’s fault for using as much as he could?
“So what exactly are you sorry about here? … It’s not your fault, right? If you listen to it.”
“But, just…” ” ” .”
“Rather than me, shouldn’t you be thankful to your younger brother? “I cleaned up the strange man.”
“That…”
“I also rent a house. They also pay living expenses. … However. “Why are you talking behind my back?”
“…”
… Maybe.
Isn’t it true that no one is at fault?
That’s why I hated him.
The reason I hate my younger brother.
My younger brother treats me like an asshole.
“You did only one thing wrong.”
“… “What is it?”
“… It was wrong to pity me.”
… That day.
Kang Joo-hyuk meets again,
Painfully, even telling lies.
What you were craving for me.
“When I was drunk and tried to rape you, if you had just told me to get off, there would have been no problem.”
“…”
“But you gave it to me because I acted a little pitiful. Is it because people are nice, or…”
“… Poor thing. That’s right. “You.”
“…”
I guess there was nothing wrong.
For the first time since that day.
When you look at his eyes that show emotions other than sexual desire.
… For the first time.
Don’t lie to me.
If you look at his face his.
“You too, popular. There were a lot… With me. With Yeun. Because of my dad…”
“… “Is that why you’re doing this to me because you’re so sorry?”
“… I don’t know. “That is.”
Even though I don’t think so,
I am.
I end up sympathizing with him.
As if trying to comfort the grieving owner.
Like a puppy.
“Seo Ha-eun.”
“… Yes.”
“You are so… , I think it looks like me.”
“… Where are you going?”
“I’m in good shape. I try to do what I want and end up failing. … “Meeting someone who is equally screwed up and sticking with them.”
“…”
“Therefore…”
By forcefully holding on.
Rape me.
Treating me like a fool.
Play with it.
Just deal with it.
On a leash.
“… “My life didn’t go as planned anyway, so will you just give it to me?”
“…”
… Similar to me.
“Let’s get together and have fun with our ruined lives. … Even popular kids are included.”
To the unfortunate owner.
I am.
… In the sense of submission.
“…”
The leash hanging down in an unsightly manner.
I hand it to him with my own hand.
“Ha-eun.”
“… Yes.”
As much as he hated me.
Me too.
In fact.
… Because I hated my younger brother.
My life is ruined.
Even if it’s not necessarily his fault.
“… “You don’t have to be polite.”
“… Yes.”
“Because they will do it for you.”
So, I.
A heart that feels like it’s about to explode.
The reason that stops me until the end.
Everything.
… I give it to you on this leash.
So that it can never be released again.
Weaving our relationship with him tightly.
