Chapter 70 – Pure Love Contest Results Announcement!
After that day, I recovered my self-esteem, which had been collapsing.
Self-esteem does not necessarily mean the strength to endure alone when it seems like it will break.
Having the courage to lean on someone. And to believe that there are people who will lend their shoulders and back whenever I try to lean on them.
That was self-esteem.
That was a wise way to overcome a slump.
Based on Hyeji’s support, I gained strength again, and eventually ran diligently until the last day of the contest and completed the long journey.
And finally, the results of the long-awaited Pure Love Contest were announced.
After confirming the announcement that the results would be announced at midnight, I met Hye-ji at her house, ordered her chicken, and waited with a nervous heart for the results. Originally, chicken was a sacred entity that could not be missed before important sporting events such as soccer A-match, baseball game 7 of the Korean Series, or World Cup finals.
“Chicken.”
“Wow! Thank you!”
The chicken arrived so quickly that we were able to boldly emphasize what kind of ethnicity we were. The table was spread out, the draft beer that had been delivered was placed on one side, and chicken was placed on top. When I opened the chicken package wrapped in silver foil, the fascinating golden appearance of the steaming fried chicken and the luxurious red shine of the seasoned chicken were revealed.
Hyeji and I let out reverential exclamations in front of him.
“Ah, Chimen…”
“Brother. God existed.”
I don’t know when Koreans started eating chicken before important events, but the announcement of the results of this contest was so important to the two of us that it was compared to the World Cup finals. With the determination not to lose our original intention, we each raised one leg and touched it solemnly as we faced ‘Banbanmumani’, which can be said to be the basis of chicken.
“Oppa, you worked really hard.”
“You had a really hard time too.”
“My brother wrote it. No matter how good the picture I drew, if the story wasn’t good, people would have turned away.”
“Hyeji…”
The sincere praise and encouragement somehow makes my eyes turn red and the chicken legs in front of me seem to blur.
“My brother is a great writer. He worked so hard.”
With just those words, I feel like all my hard work has been rewarded.
… Absolutely not. It felt a little good, but ultimately, winning an award is the only way to truly feel blessed.
“Let’s eat first.”
“Yes, shall we do it?”
“Okay. Ta-da!”
“Ta-da!”
I held the fried food and Hyeji held the seasoning. We lightly clinked each other and praised each other for their hard work. The chicken is juicy and delicious today. This house is good.
“Because today is an important day, I prepared a special drink.”
Hyeji put down the marinated chicken leg she had taken a bite of, washed her hands briefly in her sink, and brought her two glasses. Did she say that the draft beer she ordered was special? That time when I was wondering.
“That’s wheat rolled into draft beer!”
After Hyeji took the red cap soju from the refrigerator, she started making bomb liquor.
“Hye, Hyeji?”
Since ancient times, somaek boasts the most fantastic drink when mixed with 7 beers and 3 soju, but Hyeji made it exactly the opposite. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I watched the soju pouring out, trying to fill 7 cups of soju. To soothe my empty heart, I picked up the chicken leg I had hastily torn off and started eating it.
If you eat it on an empty stomach, it’s over.
You need to quickly stuff the cushions into your stomach.
“Oppa.”
“Huh?”
“It’s twelve o’clock.”
By the way.
The fateful hour has arrived before drinking.
“Now, if you are selected, all you have to do is feel happy, and if you fail, you can empty this bomb with bitterness.”
It had some meaning.
I swallowed my saliva once and picked up my phone with my left hand, which was not holding the chicken.
And then I logged on to Nobelpia.
I immediately clicked on the ‘Contest Winner Announcement’ banner that welcomed me.
“Sigh… !”
Without realizing it, I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly.
I wasn’t confident enough to see it.
I would have looked at it with a relieved heart if the award had been lost entirely, but I couldn’t help but have expectations since it was a situation where he miraculously won the award.
Fuck, is it really an award for a pure love story?
Essay Show me the power of pure love?
Prove that you can do it?!
… No, what kind of kimchi soup is it?
There are so many strong candidates. It’s pure love that all the people in the world who are good at writing attack each other.
It will only prove that it is a mushroom.
Like Jekyll and Hyde, like angels and devils talking on either side of my head, my shy ego and my shy self were in fierce conflict in my mind.
Maybe it was natural.
I actually have both feelings.
My writing is amazing.
Because I finished the race to the end.
And even though I chose the genre of erotic stories, I was nominated for an award.
But at the same time, my writing sucks.
I’m not the only one who finished the race to the end.
It is also an undeniable fact that Hyeji’s stake was very large in getting to where she is today.
But.
─Your brother wrote the article. No matter how good the picture I drew, if the story wasn’t good, people would have turned away.
Because that fucking idiot praises me.
And that damn story is mine.
Let’s be proud.
Let’s praise and encourage ourselves as much as we can.
I did a good job.
No, we did our best.
That was a fact that no one could deny.
Now, the reward for that effort.
It’s time to check.
“… What happened?”
I slowly opened my eyes and asked Hyeji.
Hyeji was crying.
Holding a cell phone.
She continued to shake her shoulders and sob until her tears fell.
“Brother…”
Hyeji handed me her cell phone screen.
Of course, I didn’t even look at the grand prize and grand prize on the screen. The same goes for the Excellence Award.
Special award.
All you need is a special award.
And there.
[Special Award for Number of Views]
[The shady ilere is delicious.]
“Yeah sex!!!!”
“Kyaaaaa!!”
Done!
For the first time in her life, she knew that she could experience pleasure comparable to sex without eating chicken. I checked and checked again, wondering if I was so desperate that I had seen something wrong.
But it was real.
The work Hyeji and I created together actually won the award.
The story of Hedge and me!
Our power sex pornography breeding essay!!
I received an award in the name of Pure Love!!
“Let’s have a drink quickly.”
“One shot, one shot!”
“Oh, of course. Let’s go for one shot!”
“Congratulations brother! Ta-da!”
“Hyeji, you worked hard. Ta-da!!”
After clinking glasses, we put our arms around each other and exchanged love shots as if we had made a promise. I thought it was an atrocious proportion, but I don’t know why this bomb liquor has such a sweet and mysterious taste.
Life is beautiful.
Those who take on challenges are awesome!
My heart was pounding and could not calm down. This excitement that makes the blood flow quickly is definitely not due to drinking alcohol.
After emptying the glass like that, I suddenly looked up.
“Ah.”
“Oh…”
Hyeji’s face was too close.
My face reflected in Hyeji’s eyes was very clear.
Hyeji’s breath, slightly intoxicated with alcohol, was warm, and her lips, imbued with her breath, were bewitching. Her chin, nape, and collarbone, along her lips, always gave off a dizzying beauty.
As the voluptuous cleavage of her defenseless neck came into view,
“…”
Hyeji and I stood frozen for a moment and stared at each other.
Afterward.
“Hyaeup, euyeup, euung, hyaeup…” ?!”
We kissed.
They hugged each other as if they were swallowing and melting each other, coveting and licking each other’s lips. It felt like the desire I had been holding back while concentrating on writing suddenly exploded due to the joy and alcohol of winning the contest.
“Oppa, hyaeup, chueup, heeup, haeup…” !”
He intertwined his tongue with Hyeji’s and exchanged her saliva before roughly moving her lips to the nape of her neck. As the cold, yet familiar and nostalgic stimulation ran through her body from her neck, Hyeji let out a happy moan, shaking her shoulders as if she was thrilled.
“Oppa, I, ah, ah…”
Hyeji hugged me and whispered.
“I am safe today… ♡”
I responded with a grin.
“Even though today is a dangerous day, it will be cold.”
“Make it whatever you want, make a mess, ah, haha…” ?!”
Of course. You said with your own mouth that you were mine.
I’ll make it truly mine.
That day, we were hungry for each other and stayed together all night. The cock, which had been patiently endured for so long, kept pounding and knocking on Hye-ji’s uterus, and Hye-ji also trembled vividly in time with the throbbing pulse of the cock, as if she was trying to relieve her resentment that she had had to soothe with a dildo. Hyeji’s mouth, her front hole and her back hole, were all holes that could accommodate a dick, and not only that, she had the rare experience of having her sixth ejaculation just at the moment of sunrise.
Of course, the chicken was salty, no, it was cold.
But there was no need to feel sad about the cold chicken, we were extremely happy.
Towards the dream.
Because it left a meaningful mark.
