Chapter 40 – Reality Goroshi
However, there was something bigger than Hyeji’s demonic awakening.
What excuse will you make this time for letting her stay out again without telling you?
Although it is very boring to worry about an excuse to stay out at the age of 22, unless you are completely financially independent, there is no way to withstand severe economic sanctions such as ‘revocation of housing qualification’, which is the current situation of a 22-year-old Korean youth. It was the address.
But that doesn’t mean something hasn’t already happened.
“Let’s get a good night’s sleep and eat.”
For now, I decided to sleep until check-out time.
“Oppa, trumpet.”
“Huh. “Here.”
“Hehe.”
After washing with warm water, Hyeji’s body gave off a soft scent similar to the smell of baby milk. I gave her arm so that Hyeji could cut off her head as she was hugged like an angel, naked and white.
“Do I smell good too?”
“Yes.”
“What smell?”
Hyeji showed her cuteness by pressing her face against my chest with a happy expression.
“Umm~ Smell of semen?”
I have to wash again.
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After leaving the check-out time, I ate with her and took Hyeji home, and it was already past 3 o’clock. It’s 4 o’clock when I get home. It was time for her mom to turn on the TV and prepare dinner.
It’s enough time to properly explain the whole story, sign a cease-fire agreement, and have a friendly dinner.
I boarded the subway heading home and went into Novelpia. As the contest is only 15 days away, there are many related Q&As and web novel-related communities are actively talking about contest predictions and expected writers.
“It’s a pure love contest.”
I headed to Cheonggyecheon to experience pure love, but in the end, I only realized that at the end of pure love, only the peak of power, Bamsaemyasu, remained.
Well, well.
Since we both had our first kiss while making love, it is safe to say that ‘pure love = Yasu’.
So, if you write about this kind of material, will you be able to get a lot of sympathy from people?
To be honest, I am not confident.
Since it’s called the ‘Pure Love Contest’, I feel like I have to draw a pretty and vague love story. Actually, I too pursue that kind of love a lot.
‘What should I do with the mecha kucha yasu when I write?’
In the end, watching those innocent kids engage in all kinds of pervert play in the name of pure love, I became very curious about what the bastard who wrote this was thinking.
The problem is that that bastard is me.
In the end, I find it difficult to draw the platonic and pure, so-called ‘beautiful pure love’ that people generally think of.
Should I compete in the sport I am most confident in? Or should I shackle myself and conform to the purpose of the contest, even if I am a bit clumsy?
I thought about it constantly until I got off the subway, but in the end I couldn’t find an answer.
In order to clear my complicated mind, I carefully looked around and slowly hid myself in the most corner of the room where no one could see my screen behind me.
And put on the earphones.
After activating the noise-canceling function.
─Please, stop, stop tormenting me, fuck me, ahhh, hum, fuck me, fuck me, ugh!!
─I guess that’s not what you said earlier
─Huang, an, ah, na, go, go… !!
─I’m begging you to fuck me in a more vulgar way!
… Wow.
With all the surrounding noises muted, I felt my lower body growing heavier in my pants as yesterday’s explicit conversations and embarrassing slap sounds rang loudly in my ears.
“Tsk…”
I quickly stopped playing the video, put my phone in my pocket, and turned around. If earlier it was an angle to prevent people from seeing me from behind, this time it was an angle to turn my back on people and prevent everyone from seeing my middle leg.
“Whoa…”
I don’t think I need to smoke.
Later, when I have a strong craving for a cigarette after dinner, I will use it and brag about it to Hyeji. You must be proud, right?
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However, the sight I encountered upon arriving home was truly unfamiliar.
“Are you here?”
Mom sitting on the living room sofa, crossing her legs and looking at me with a dry expression.
And my dad sits back on the sofa and sighs deeply with an expression of disapproval.
“Why is Dad here at this hour?”
“I called.”
As her mother answered in a cold tone, a bad feeling came over her.
The fact that I was brought home at this time, when I had to work hard for the peace of my family as a social worker, meant only one thing.
This means that there was no choice but to use bancha because a serious issue occurred that threatened the ‘peace of the family.’
So what is it? If someone was sick, I would have been notified as well. Through this, we can infer that the current conflict is between family members, and to narrow it down further, it is between mom and dad.
To summarize.
“You two, please talk. “I’ll just go get some coffee.”
I have to get out.
“Sit down.”
However, her escape was blocked by her mother’s sharp anger.
What is it?
Why are you holding on to me?
The moment when an ominous premonition passes through your heart.
“Your dad got caught watching pornographic stories.”
“… Oh, really?”
“But there is no payment history.”
Fuck.
“Then who paid for this membership?”
It has come.
A cool sensation, as if a sharply sharpened knife was pointed under my chin, instantly ran down my neck to my danjeon.
The mother seemed to be narrowing down the investigation net with the feeling that she had caught a situation where two men in the house were sharing a pornographic site with each other as a community of fate.
My father looked at me for a moment, then stood up from the sofa, rubbing his head in frustration, and shouted irritably.
“No, really, I only did the 100 won event out of curiosity!”
“So, where is the payment history for that 100 won?”
“Shoes, a co-worker… !”
“Did you say curiosity? “Are you someone who reads 5,000 novels a month out of curiosity?”
5,000 episodes? Holy crap, Dad, this shield is going to be difficult. Honestly, if I told you that I paid 100 won and watched 5,000 episodes, not only my mom, but even Novelpia would not forgive me.
Moreover, strictly speaking, that 100 won event is also a lie. My dad’s Novelpia Plus automatic transfer has already been deducted from my card for three or four months. Dad probably wanted to calm the situation by saying ‘only 100 won’.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the important issue right now.
“How can a married person watch 5,000 pornographic stories like this? “Didn’t you think of me?”
“Watching pornographic stories while thinking about you doesn’t have its own problems, doesn’t it?”
“Are you playing with me now?”
Dad please… I shouldn’t have been caught watching 5,000 episodes. Just neatly in a yard that has already been hung.
─Look at it, An Saram. Even though I am physically older and looking forward to the end of heaven, this hot-headed spirit is like those of low-income merchants, and there is no other way for me to do it. I can’t demand the spirit of youth from you, so I periodically produce energy, so you know that.
It would have been better if he had just put an apple in his heart like this. Why do you mess things up by bringing up a topic of 100 won that doesn’t need to be brought up?
From the perspective of a Confucian girl mother who takes care of all kinds of ancestral rites in the family, it is difficult to accept that her father is a paid member of a pornographic website, but when she finds out that he watched 5,000 pornographic videos a month, it is almost like being caught cheating. There is a high possibility that it was perceived as a situation.
“You seem to be misunderstanding something, but Novelpia is definitely not a site full of pornographic stories! It’s not like I’ve only seen 5,000 pornographic stories. “There are so many great pieces of art!”
“Work quality? “I wasn’t going to go this far, but while I’m at it, why don’t you call out the titles of the novels you’ve read recently?”
Mom huffed and took her tablet, which she had thrown on the sofa, and launched Novelpia. I was wondering how on earth I got caught with that, but it seems I got caught because I didn’t take it today.
Of course, you probably didn’t organize ‘recently launched apps’ either. My heart feels full.
As the screen moved from ‘My Study’ to ‘Recently Viewed Works’, my father’s expression became distorted to an earthy tone. How miserable it must be for a father to be tortured while standing in front of his son. As a man, he was truly miserable.
By the way.
“Oh my god, look at the title. [Eat everything with hypnosis]? This is now… Really, are you crazy?! It’s a problem for you who see this, but do you think the person writing it is sane?!”
My heart sank at that shout.
Dad protested in an angry voice, probably feeling quite a bit unfair.
“The person writing it might be crazy to write it while imagining it, but what’s the crime of reading it!”
“Why are you so proud!”
“What’s the crime of just reading? Instead, curse the person who wrote it!!”
A mother who is irredeemable whether she writes or reads. And my dad says that the one who wrote the problem is the one who read it and the one who read it is innocent. In the battle of whales clashing fiercely.
Quietly. Without anyone knowing.
The shrimp named ‘Simikun’ had its back burst and was being torn to shreds.
“How can you hypnotize a person into thinking about raping them! “Honey, were you that kind of person?”
“The person who wrote this is that kind of person, definitely not me!
“You must have seen something like this because you have such tastes!!”
“I’m normal! “I just saw the work of a writer with abnormal sexual desires!!”
Mom and Dad, please stop…
That psychotic, parasexual person is me!!
