Chapter 393 – #81_Reward and Punishment (3)
#393
One.
Suddenly, the fashion show opened.
The model is Yujin Lee.
The audience is Yuchan.
“Sam… How is it?”
Lee Yu-jin was pushed into her mother’s dressing room.
The corner of her eyes that came out after about 5 minutes is going to earn.
You can find out from her diary, which is almost like a date of voluntary confinement, but she is Lee Yu-jin, who has not yet been able to shake off her memories with her mother.
She still often buries her nose in her pillows and blankets in search of her mother’s body odor when she longs for it.
Even though she’s been several months, there’s no way her body odor will remain.
“Not good.”
“Rice, isn’t it great?”
“Choose another outfit.”
“Yes…”
Her choice is a plain black dress.
Lee Yoo-jin seems to be able to model without plastic surgery, but unfortunately, she doesn’t look good.
Even a person who is not very interested in fashion knows well that the harmony between the model and the outfit is important.
For example, if you wear a tennis skirt, which was once in vogue, in your 30s, it looks like a bookcase.
Lee Yoo-jin, who is only in her early twenties, looks ridiculous when she wears her mother’s clothes, which were her mature female boss.
Like she’s literally dressed in her mother’s clothes.
Again rustling and sniffing.
She waited patiently.
“Sam, how about this?”
“Eugene’s discernment is worse than I thought, isn’t it? Do you have any prettier clothes?”
“All… I’ll be back.”
“You can relax.”
This she repeated about three times.
I wonder if the wet leisure of thought disappeared when the clothes I chose to wear were rejected again and again.
Or did the repeated act relieve the psychological rejection?
Lee Yu-jin appeared in front of Yu-chan, looking calmer and paying more attention to her sweet attire.
“It’s okay. It will take all day for Eugene to choose.”
“Sorry… This is my first time wearing clothes like this.”
“It can be. Come on, let’s go in together. I will help you.”
“I, really? No… I can do it myself.”
The psychological fallout is important in gaslighting.
In the process of constantly going back and forth between reward and punishment, active thinking is castrated, and coercive instructions are a little more obedient.
No, correct me.
Rather than being important, I would say that the larger the drop, the greater the pleasure of watching.
“No, I will pick one for you.”
“Yes!”
When she briefly reflected on her gentle and affectionate tone, Yujin Lee’s face brightened noticeably.
She probably took her set of acts as little more than her styling lessons with her teacher.
– Squeak
The old, peculiar to textiles that have not been maintained for a long time, is mixed with dust.
Perhaps because of Song Mi-jung’s meticulous personality, all of her clothes are covered.
In the process of Lee Yu-jin choosing her clothes, she was quite a mess, probably because she messed around with this outfit.
“Let’s see…”
“Sir, sir, there…”
Lee Yu-jin expresses her embarrassment when she strides forward and opens the drawer.
The reason was simple.
It was because Yoo-chan opened the storage cabinet where Song Mi-jung’s underwear was piled up one by one.
Lee Yu-jin is restless like a docile puppy whose kennel has been taken away.
“Why?”
“There… That, mom’s underwear…”
Lee Yu-jin opened her mouth as if to squeeze her, and lowered her head.
Her tears, which she had suppressed a little while ago, flowed again.
She was slapped on the cheek once because she didn’t like messing around, but she is a child with no ability to learn.
But her now is the time to lift her a little higher.
Wrapped around her shoulder, she spoke even softer.
“Yujin.”
“Yes.”
“Why did the teacher say that Eugene is checking the diary?”
“I am… I think it’s too hard. I want to understand her psychological situation and lead her to the right path.”
“That’s right, I’m always worried about Eugene. Of course, there are things I really hate about Yujin, but we’re still in love.”
Lee Yoo-jin’s head suddenly lifted.
“Line… Sir…”
However, what Yoo-chan paid attention to was her black box.
Happiness blooms in pure white around balsam.
“Eugene is still not free from her trauma. I want you to overcome it on your own.”
“…”
“A constructive relationship is only possible after sorting out the past. How hard is it to be bound by the wounds of the past? Eugene isn’t the only one having a hard time. The people around her who have to watch and take care of her are also having a hard time.”
“…”
“Who is the person closest to Eugene?”
“Teacher.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
Stitch little by little
A cheap bait that gives off an artificial scent on a childish fishing hook.
They can be avoided with a little thought, but Lee Yu-jin does not avoid them.
Already, her judgment could not free herself from the attribution error of reasoning by rationalizing Yu-chan’s atrocities.
Because that’s easier to accept.
Because she is a more trustworthy opponent than Yu-chan, who is lacking.
“It’s just clothes. Just clothes that were printed in factories and hung on hangers in thousands of pieces in department stores. Am I wrong?”
“But… Underwear… But…”
“Eugene, you have to face your wounds.”
“… Teacher…”
No further explanations or excuses were needed.
Lee Yu-jin looks at Yoo-chan with her eyes, impressed as if she received her teachings that will be engraved in her heart forever.
At this point, Yu-chan had to press the corners of her mouth tightly.
I could have burst out laughing.
It is Yoo-chan himself who has manipulated Lee Yu-jin so that she cannot face the breakup with her mother.
Even if she concedes 100 times, it has nothing to do with putting on her mother’s underwear and facing the scars of separation.
“Sorry, I’m too… I must have been sensitive.”
A short film came to mind.
The story of a man who invented a lie for the first time in a world that does not know lies.
2.
Lee Yu-jin changed her clothes as Yu-chan had chosen for her.
She held her shoulders and looked in the mirror together.
A white blouse that is good for daily wear in spring and fall.
A hidden flap covers the buttons, creating an urban feel.
The bottom is a short beige H-line mini skirt.
It is a rather bold outfit that makes use of the silence followed and leg line with a fake wrap.
Since he knew quite a bit about women’s clothes, Yuchan’s coordination was objectively excellent.
It is because she did her own makeup to enhance her mature charm.
“How are you?”
“… You are pretty.”
The eyelashes, which were rolled up with mascara, trembled.
There is a reason why Lee Yu-jin forced a smile.
The worst combination with a white blouse was revealing its presence under halogen lighting.
A red bra showing through the white fabric.
Bottoms are see-through lace panties at the buttocks.
It was a set of underwear prepared for explicit sex appeal.
Actually, Song Mi-young was so beautiful that it was hard to believe that she was in her 40s, and her own ability was excellent.
She probably didn’t have to go toe-to-toe with her body when she was in the midst of her lust.
“By the way, Yujin looks good in her mother’s clothes, right?”
“Thanks… Do…”
It wasn’t enough that I forcibly revealed her mother’s private life, and I was wearing the evidence with my body.
It’s easy to understand why Lee Yu-jin’s face is burning red.
She hugged her from behind and put her hands under her armpits and slowly unbuttoned her buttons.
“By the way, Eugene.”
“Yes.”
“Did you identify your mother as a man? She even has underwear like this.”
“…Yes?”
No matter how dull Lee Yu-jin is, she is not an idiot.
He tolerated rummaging through her underwear, but he must have noticed that the intention of the coordinator Yoo-chan chose was not to make memories haha hoho.
Even so, her shoulders stiffen as if it was a comment that transcended her expectations.
“Somehow her daughter looks like her mother.”
As her fishy ridicule flowed into her ear, she saw Eugene biting her lip.
It was a very momentary moment, but the portents of rebellion rose like sparks.
If she had been Lee Yoo-jin from before, she would have shouted hysterically and pushed Yoo-chan roughly.
“It’s not… My mom didn’t…”
At best, the only thing I can do is passive resistance, like talking to myself.
Check again.
“Can you say it again?”
“My mother was not like that. Really.”
It was amazing again.
It’s been a long time since Lee Yu-jin expressed her opinion like this.
As soon as I say her words, I lower my eyes and sit down to meet her gaze in the mirror, but she doesn’t try to retract her words.
“It’s fun.”
“…”
“Then why do you have underwear like this?”
“…”
“You know what you know? Then why would you wear underwear like this at that age?”
“…”
Lee Yu-jin kept her mouth shut.
Silence and ignorance are passive aggression.
The bad habit that Yu-chan seemed to be representative of, and which Yu-chan had fixed, appeared again.
The law of destruction is simple.
“…”
In silence in silence.
With that alone, Lee Yu-jin glanced at Yoo-chan.
She doesn’t want to get into trouble with her teacher.
But she doesn’t want to admit her insult to her mother.
Lee Yu-jin’s agitation and conflict were visible.
Perhaps this point is the last bastion of her remaining?
“Mom too… Maybe she just wanted to dilute it.”
After a very long time, Lee Yoo-jin muttered in a crawling voice as if making an excuse.
Silence.
“Sir, I know because I really lived with my mom for a long time. She’s a mom and she’s not in touch with a dead-end guy like that.”
Silence.
“I am a daughter. There was never any talk of remarriage. Mom was really stupid.”
Silence.
“It’s not that the teacher’s judgment was wrong… I don’t think there was any need to say that.”
Silence again.
“Sir, you know that I really love you, right? Not really rebelling or anything like that. But really… Really…”
After all, the pattern is obvious.
Lee Yoo-jin appealed to ‘tears’ and ‘love’ and tried to be forcibly hugged through the gap between her folded arms.
In the impatience of silence, she eventually collapsed on her own.
Seeing Yoo-chan not allowing her to hold her arms, Lee Yu-jin tightly closed her eyes.
“That’s right, Mom is a real slut. She must have met a man.”
She got the answer she wanted, so she did.
“Do you know what a woman who is so old and opens her legs to any man is called?”
“… Girl, girl…”
“Then what kind of woman was Eugene’s mother?”
“I, my mother…”
After a very long hesitation, Lee Yu-jin answered as if despondent.
“She must have been a slut.”
