Chapter 4 – 2. Are You Getting Fucked? (1)
4.
“·········.”
Looking at the letters above my head in the mirror, I fell into thought.
‘The number has increased.’
In other words, it means that Seoyeon did something to me again after I fell asleep yesterday.
But there is something I don’t understand.
Why do the letters above my head indicate that I had 64 ‘experiences’, but why am I still saying ‘sympathy’?
In fact, maybe what I know is wrong.
The number ‘1’ is not actually pointing to something else…
‘······ There is no way. Just looking at Dong-jun and Kyung-ho is unconditional.’
If so, this ‘number of experiences’ may not necessarily refer to sex.
If it refers to all things involved in sexual activity, the so-called goddaughter…
‘Seoyeon… To me? When I’m sleeping?’
Then it makes sense.
And it can still be stopped.
It’s already wrong enough, but Seoyeon didn’t cross her last line.
So far, I can undo this, my relationship with Seoyeon.
Yesterday I was so tired that I suddenly fell asleep, so I couldn’t do it, but when Seoyeon comes later, I’ll try to talk to her properly this time.
I came out of the bathroom and lay down on the bed and looked at my smartphone, and there was a text message.
Donkey
Hey 〉 Actually, everything I talked about yesterday is gummy lol
〉 Yesterday you looked fucking serious so I started playing around
〉
〉 haha
〉 Are you cheating on that?
〉 Be nice to Seoyeon
〉 There is no woman like Seoyeon haha
〉 To be honest, Seoyeon is more precious
〉 Fighting!!
“·········Are you crazy?”
Until we met and talked yesterday, she actually said that Seoyeon was a scary kid, that she was more than a rumor, that she was a kid who used to gossip about all sorts of things.
Feeling something strange, I looked at the call list to call Dong-jun, and saw traces of a phone call with Dong-jun last night.
‘······No way.’
I hurriedly called Dongjun.
-Uh, uh uh Ha Jun-ah, why?
“Hey. Tell me the truth.”
– What? Oh, it’s all lies.
“Seoyeon called you yesterday.”
-·············.
I realized that my prediction was correct in the sudden silence.
– Ha Joon-ah.
“Uh.”
– I want to live long.
“What?”
I was confused by Dongjun who suddenly said something out of the blue.
-I mean for a long long time. I want to live until I paint the walls with shit.
“What kind of bullshit is this all of a sudden? Speak so I can understand, dude.”
-I’m sorry, Ha Jun-ah. We’ve been friends for several years since we were in high school, but let’s not see each other for a while.
“What?”
-For sure… Let’s live and meet again next time, my friend…
“Yaya! What kind of bullshit can you explain…!”
– Pop.
In the end, the call was cut off with Dongjun’s one-sided words.
I stared blankly at my smartphone, which had disconnected the call.
‘What the hell is this…’
I didn’t go into details, but I could feel a hint of fear in Dongjun’s tone.
What the hell was Seoyeon talking about yesterday that made Dongjun so frightened?
What is Seoyeon’s true self that I don’t know about…
*
-So… Rina, when was your first experience?
-Yes?! Wife, first experience…?
-Uh! Could that reaction be…?
-I, I don’t know that, I don’t know…
No matter how much I thought about it, I was watching TV in the living room to cool my head in a situation where I couldn’t come up with an answer.
At first, I wanted to clear my complicated head in order to organize my thoughts, but… Something disgusting.
“What the···. There were only 21 men who passed through, but what…”
I didn’t even think that letters would float above the heads of people on TV.
‘XX Fantasy’
True to its reputation as a nopaku program, the level of questions asked by the MCs is very strong.
One of the female idols who came out as a guest has an expression of ‘I don’t know that’ as her face blushes and twists her body in embarrassment.
But I can see it in my eyes.
That it was a truck with tens of thousands of men who passed through her.
– Then, our Taehun…?
-Ugh. I don’t know! When I was in school, I only studied, but since I became a trainee, I haven’t had time to meet girls.
“Oh my. He probably couldn’t practice because he met 37 women.”
Male idols who make a living with the image of model students are even worse.
It feels like a sneak peek at the true face of people who lived wearing masks.
Turning my eyes away from the TV, I picked up my smartphone and watched an internet broadcast.
Celebrities are like that, but what about other streamers?
-Oh~ Our Hunter oppa made full moon balloons! Yes? Are you cold? Oh! I’m not such a slut!
The number ’87’ was written above the woman’s head as she said that on her smartphone screen.
“·········.”
Whether it was a celebrity or a streamer, there was no difference.
No, rather, streamers did more than celebrities.
Most people were showing numbers over ’50’.
But even among them, there were some special people.
-Huh? Juji? I don’t know what that means?
What do you call this thing these days?
Was it a virtuber?
Numbers were not visible above the heads of the people broadcasting with 3D characters on the screen.
If it’s natural, is it natural?
If you see numbers above the head of a 3D character that is not a person, that would be a problem.
But is it because I see the duplicity of so many people?
I don’t think virtubers are any different.
They, too, will pretend to be naive and fool others, doing all sorts of weird things behind the scenes.
-Anyway! Today’s broadcast is here! I’ll stop broadcasting! Bye bye!
-Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Hajunah! I’m here!”
Just in time, the broadcast they were watching turns off and Seo-yoon opens the door and runs in.
The sight of her approaching with an innocent smile rather feels a sense of distance.
I still remember the tinge of fear I felt in Dong-jun’s voice.
“Seo Yeon-ah. You stopped talking about it yesterday. Come and sit here first.”
“Huh? Ah. Can’t we do that later? I’m so hungry right now…”
“Let’s talk about rice and then eat…”
– Growl.
As I sternly answered Seoyoon, who seemed to be trying to avoid talking to me, a sound echoed from my stomach.
Then I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything today.
Seo-yoon, who had been talking while rubbing her own stomach sullenly, looked at me laughing at the sound.
“··········Are you talking after eating?”
“···Huh! Hi-Hi.”
*
“·········.”
Seo-yeon and I, who were sitting across from each other at her table and eating her meal, glanced at her.
No matter how much I think about it, I can’t imagine it.
Such a pretty and kind Seoyeon… Did that?
Rather, whenever I see Seo-yeon, I have strange imaginations.
As I expected, it is clear that the number of experiences is the number of sexual acts, not just sex.
So kissing… Is also a sexual act…?
If so, with those red lips…
“·······? Why do you look like that?”
“Huh? No.”
“·········.”
Seo-yeon looked at me with a puzzled expression, wondering if it was strange that I kept glancing at her.
By the way···. It’s come now, but it’s really pretty.
Rather, in the meantime, Seo-yeon and I have gone beyond childhood friends and have not thought much about the feeling that we are like family now, but strange imaginations are disturbing in my head at the damn letters above her head and Dong-jun’s story.
I didn’t know, but in the meantime, Seoyeon liked me.
Then, if I go out with Seoyeon like this…
‘Sex with Seoyeon…?’
– Poof! Poof!
“…?”
Seo-yeon looks at me strangely as I suddenly stir her hair while she is eating her rice.
I guess I’m a little crazy
‘Seoyeon is family, family! What strange thoughts is she thinking!’
No matter how much he had been hungry for a woman, it was wrong to have strange imaginations about Seo-yeon like this.
And Seoyeon’s actions that I didn’t know were also wrong.
Today will make everything right.
“Have you finished eating? Let’s talk…”
“No! It’s still there!”
I quickly finished the meal without saying a word, and just as I was about to talk about her, Seo-yeon jumped up from her seat and brought something from her.
“Ruler! Eat this!”
“I ate this yesterday…”
“No! Mom told me to feed one every day!”
Seo-yeon again holds out a cup of black liquid that appears to be medicine to me.
‘This is very bitter…’
She can’t quite remember yesterday, but she certainly remembers that it was incredibly written.
“Ugh!”
“·········.”
As Seoyeon put her hands on her waist and glared at me like her mother, she sighed countless times and swallowed it all at once.
“Ugh…!”
“When you’re done eating, go to the living room and sit down! I’ll clean it up here and go!”
At Seoyeon’s words, I got up from my seat and moved forward to sit down on her sofa.
How should I bring her words out to Seo-yeon?
It’s not like ‘what did you do to me!’… It’s not even ‘how could you do that to me!’…’
Seoyeon, I know what you did to me. Never do that in the future
But the more I think about it, the more I have to do that…?
While I was deeply troubled, my eyes gradually closed without realizing it.
‘I can’t do it… I have to talk about it today…’
With his closed eyes, he sees Seoyeon coming out into the living room.
Her face was wearing a strange smile.
*
Next day.
‘Number of experiences 65’
“········· Holy shit!”
