Chapter 12 – I Really Only Came to Write
We simply ordered two cups of hot coffee from Starbucks. I looked around to find a seat, but there were only two seats left in the open space in front of the counter.
“Shall we sit over there?”
“Oh, no! That’s a bit…”
Naturally, she pulled out her chair and tried to sit down, but writer Hyeji was startled and waved her hand.
“Why?”
In response to my question, she lowered her head as if she were embarrassed and showed me the picture on the tablet she was holding.
“I need to draw pictures like this, but this place is a bit…” . “
Ah. I sighed briefly.
The pictures she showed me by flipping through them one by one on her tablet…
Naked picture.
A picture of being fucked while naked.
A picture of me convulsing while being fucked while naked.
That… Finally, a picture covered in white.
Of course, there is a picture of cumming inside, but I think the one covered in condensed milk seems more erotic if you watch it in passing.
Anyway, the important thing was that it was not a work to be done in an open space.
Since I was planning to write on her phone, I wasn’t considerate enough to put her in an awkward situation.
“Sorry. Then…”
Is there a place where no one will catch me writing dirty talk?
There weren’t many spaces that met the criteria, but one good place still caught my eye.
“Let’s go there.”
There was an empty seat next to the window where two people could sit facing each other. Moreover, one seat is almost against the wall.
Although it wasn’t a perfect place for concealment, it was still enough to keep people away from attention.
I moved her table slightly next to her, pushed one of her chairs completely between the wall, and motioned to her.
“If we do this, no one will be able to see the tablet from behind, right?”
She nodded her head sharply, her eyes shining.
“Yes!”
I was happy that she liked it.
Something um.
It feels like we’re on a date.
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After that, we concentrated on our own work for a while.
… No.
To be precise, I tried to concentrate.
When I wrote on my cell phone, my neck and wrists got tired easily, making it difficult to concentrate. My eyes quickly became stiff, and I rubbed them several times.
While rubbing her eyes, I suddenly saw something.
“Ah.”
“Huh?! Hmm, hmm.”
Writer Hyeji also seemed to be looking at me, so she cleared her throat awkwardly and avoided her gaze.
I tilted my head and concentrated on my work again.
Is it a coincidence?
I pretended to write a little just in case, and then I glanced over at her phone.
“Oh…”
Writer Hedge was startled, letting out a cartoon-like exclamation.
As she looked away in confusion, I asked her calmly and without drinking the kimchi soup as much as possible.
“Why do you keep looking at me?”
It was also a very pure curiosity.
She was so beautiful that if people who didn’t know anything saw the two of us sitting side by side, they would most likely think, ‘It’s a waste of a woman.’ Even I am one of those 9 out of 10 cases.
Why can’t she take her eyes off me?
Although I had a guess.
Although the circumstances were certain, I lacked the physical probability to convince me of that.
Of course, I consider myself to be quite decent, but compared to her beauty that makes passing men look back as if they had made a promise, I am embarrassed to even talk about her appearance.
… Even though she is currently dressed like a Peking opera actress, she still has enough beauty to break through that ridiculous appearance.
But she has a crush on me? Just because I finally made delicious beef oatmeal?
It doesn’t make sense.
“Is there something on my face?”
So I asked that.
She hesitated for a moment, fiddling with her tablet pencil in a dainty gesture and biting her lip.
Then, in the end, the words spilled out as if crawling inside.
“Is your brother… “Do you have any questions for me?”
It was a statement that made me doubt my ears.
Complaints about not being liked.
In other words, it is a sign of affection for me.
This makes sense.
Her heart was pounding, and she was going crazy, but I calmly took a sip of her coffee and answered her.
“I have a lot of questions. But, um…”
“Since you came here to work, are you saying you want to focus only on work?”
When she asks that question, disappointment is reflected in her eyes.
If it were you, would you be able to draw a picture with Cha Eun-woo sitting in front of you?
… I wanted to ask that again, but then I’d get upset, right?
“Author Hyeji. “I am also very interested in the author.”
“But why don’t you ask me a single question after I sit down?”
“That is.”
“… “I’m waiting.”
When I saw her pouting, her mouth scrunched up, and her red face grumbling, I thought for a moment that the depiction of men bleeding from noses in her cartoon might be an exaggeration.
Too… So cute and pretty.
As I watched her, so beautiful as a doll and cute as a herbivore, complaining that she was upset, her heart suddenly grew.
It’s not like they’re under some kind of hypnotic trick. If that’s the case, it should never be resolved.
First, I need to explain why I focused only on writing.
“Writer. To be honest, the author is too pretty for me to talk to her comfortably.”
“What is that… “You mean?”
“Can you say that I automatically find myself wondering, ‘What’s so bad about such an incredibly pretty person that she’s attracted to me?'”
“Oh, uh, um…”
“So, even though I want to tell the writer various stories, I sometimes think about whether the writer might be upset. That’s why I focus solely on writing so as not to say anything stupid.”
She is speechless.
Am I a little angry?
“Actually, I was originally really excited to see the writer’s face, and I was also worried about whether the article would be written properly. “On a human level, it makes no sense to have someone like the author sitting in front of you and have your work taken care of.”
“…”
“But when we actually sit in front of each other, that’s what happens. Rather, it’s because it’s so pretty.”
It was sincere.
She was so pretty, and I was shabby compared to her, so I was cautious about saying anything to her.
When she heard that, she looked at me with an expression that said she didn’t like it.
“… “Why are you so careful now that you’ve licked my nipples?”
It’s so direct that I find myself holding my breath.
“Well, sigh, that’s…”
“My brother is really strangely lacking in confidence.”
“Of course, I know myself well, so it’s not common sense for the writer to have a crush on me…”
“Get up.”
Before I could finish speaking, she stood up. And then.
“Go back to my house. Right now.”
“I’ll let you know clearly that it wasn’t a mistake.”
What kind of force is this?
The look in her eyes as she looks down at me with an expression of hurt pride is so cruel that it is nothing short of cruel.
I looked up at her and swallowed her saliva.
“… “Good.”
In the end, she nodded and stood up.
