Chapter 4 – #4. Taste
The best poetry
That was the first nickname I got after entering the Department of Architecture.
At first, I thought that was a compliment.
Yes, Shida is someone who helps others with their work.
Because I was told that I was the best helper.
Seniors and classmates praised my dexterity.
[Really better. How can you be as good with your hands as your face?]
[Na-eun must accompany my graduation exhibition. I really don’t think it should be taken away by another child.]
At first, this senior. I ran around hard to help that senior with his work.
The honey tips and school stories told by the seniors were interesting, and seeing the finished model of the seniors after working all night was nothing that made me feel as good as that.
But I had a fatal flaw.
It didn’t take long to notice this flaw.
[Better student. Why can’t students Naeun get the direction for such a specific concept?]
Concept. Concept in Korean.
I couldn’t avoid pointing out the concept for every design project.
Ordinary people who have no knowledge of architecture would probably praise the exterior of the building I designed, but the professors’ comments were always harsh.
I can’t see the proper concept. That this is just despite the pretty shell.
…Was fed up.
What the hell do you want from me?
In the first place, as long as the building looks good, it’s fine, but is this ‘concept’ useful?
Unfortunately, the point that bothered me did not go away no matter how many seasons passed.
I tried hard to fix it somehow, but all the advisors who went through me shook their heads.
I’m tired of being treated like a mindless kid.
In the room, models that were treated as pretty trash began to pile up one by one.
It’s been a long time since I stopped listening to my seniors.
I didn’t want to become the object of their ridicule any longer.
‘A kid with poor design skills and good dexterity.’
‘He has no ego and is perfect for cutting with a knife’
2nd year 2nd semester.
The time when I decided to dry up.
I wondered if I would need to continue this job while being treated like this any longer, so I boldly told my parents that I wanted to drop out.
However, the response was cold.
[Naeun. What the hell are you doing to make a living? Huh? Without a college diploma.]
[I didn’t spend a lot of money on tuition to send him to college for this. Just graduate somehow.]
It was a cold but realistic story.
Right away, I was just a high school graduate who hadn’t come of age as an adult with no self-sustaining power at all.
…By bow.
I needed a way to escape this hellish architecture.
Nuclear loss. Born with all my talents in making and drawing pretty, I soon entered an industry that I couldn’t talk to anyone about.
That’s right…
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Even though I would have gotten used to it if I was in the 4th grade, the harsh criticism I received during the presentation always bothered me.
The voices of the professors still vividly resonated in my ears.
The same point repeated over and over again.
As soon as I got back to my room with the stress rising to the top of my head, I hurriedly turned on my cell phone screen.
Has the latest version been uploaded?
Accessing the Novell World site, I quickly pressed the refresh button for notifications.
Please… Please… Stay up…
Oh! As many as two…!
It was only for a while that I was depressed about the evaluation at school.
I tapped the screen with my cell phone with excitement.
The title of this episode is…
[Open your mouth. Dog bitch.]
…I really like it.
Satisfied with the title. I was very satisfied.
The more I scrolled down, the more uplifted I felt.
The main character of the illustration I completed and sent today. Nam Ga-yeon was falling apart miserably.
[Despite Nam Ga-yeon’s screams, Jin-seong did not stop.]
[It was to imprint in the mind what a male is.]
[Jinseong patted the cheek of Nam Ga-yeon, who was already at her physical limit with her huge cock.]
[Open your mouth, bitch.]
Ah… I can’t stand it.
I stopped my already busy hands for a moment and picked up the transparent dildo I had hidden deep in the closet.
While looking at the phone screen with one hand, he began to insert a dildo into his mouth with the other hand.
[Jinseong grabbed Nam Ga-yeon by her hair and mercilessly trampled her half-eyed mouth.]
Me too…
The dildo touched the uvula, and I felt nausea rising up.
But I couldn’t stop.
The main character of [I imprisoned her]. If it was ‘Lee Jin-seong’, it would never have ended at this level.
[Nam Ga-eun chose to entrust her body to her instincts.]
[She also shook her head back and forth at the violent movement of her true nature.]
Jinseong’s violent hand was drawn in her head.
And I imagined myself collapsing mercilessly at his touch.
“Ha ha… Ha… Please let me…”
Even though there was no one listening to me, I continued to spit out vulgar words in my mouth as if I had a partner.
Because he had already stuffed his mouth with a dildo so violently, saliva dripped down his T-shirt.
When the scroll stopped going down, I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
Here… To hang up here?
The secret body, which was burning hot, was spewing out water as if it wasn’t satisfied yet.
I have always been grateful to the author who wrote such a masterpiece novel, but every time I do this, I wonder how people can be so mischievous.
Of course, as a business operator, I knew that it was impossible to disclose everything about every flower, but I wondered if this was too profane.
The heat still hasn’t gone away, so I wanted to go on a regular run again and enjoy masturbation, but I soon changed my mind to quit.
…I wouldn’t be able to go all the way anyway.
I was used to stabbing my throat with a dildo without ejaculation, but to my surprise, I only masturbated with my hands.
I’ve never inserted a dildo directly into my pussy.
There were times when it was hard to resist the desire for insertion every time I read nonsense, but that wasn’t the case.
That’s right… [She has imprisoned her.] Because her heroine, Lee Jin-seong, was her virginity.
He did not look at non-virgin women and did not treat them as prey.
Of course, I was aware that he was not a real person, but there was one thing that could be inferred from this novel.
I have no way of knowing what the ratio is, but it was that many men are obsessed with women’s ‘first’ and feel great excitement about it.
That’s why I’m 24 years old.
Even though she had experience, she was still a virgin even though she was at an age that was not strange at all.
Roughly tidying up the damp bed, I went into the bathroom and started taking a shower.
Shaa.
I turned on the hot water and looked at myself in the mirror.
…I think this looks appetizing. Is not it?
Well… Where is the man who can cater to this crazy taste?
If I wanted a normal boyfriend, I could have already made more than 10 people.
But what I wanted wasn’t such a trivial relationship.
It started off sweet and heart-pumping.
Nothing seemed so insignificant to me.
I wanted a man like Lee Jin-sung.
I pretend to be lofty, bouncing back, but in the end, the man who will bring me to my knees.
A man who pretends to be normal but has perverted tastes to guide me.
Perhaps, if this was the condition, he might be able to meet the other person.
However, when I added one condition here, I couldn’t get a quote.
That’s right…
Wanting to meet such a man naturally.
I didn’t want to wander around looking for the master like a female who came into heat first.
I thought it was an undignified act that lowered my quality as a woman.
And most of all, there’s no way that I’m going to go and fuck you myself!
It was better not to eat red bean bread without red beans.
After taking a shower, I took a deep breath.
To die of old age as an old virgin like this.
With that thought in mind, I sat down in my chair and turned on my computer.
…Oh right.
I should apologize properly.
It reminded me of not being able to properly send an apology message to the writer because I was taking care of my deadline.
If, by any chance, you change to a different writer because of being late…
Ooh… I hate it…
Even if other things came in, it was always me who worked on her work, putting her illustration first in the middle of winter, the artist of [I imprisoned her].
That’s how sincere he was in his work, and it was his pen.
I was able to take pride in knowing exactly what the author wanted at all times because I was deceiving the contents of the novel.
[Writer. I’m really sorry for being late today.]
I was groaning about how to send an email when my phone started to vibrate.
[Lee Min Ho.]
It reminded me of something I had forgotten about for a while.
Right. This person. Today…
Illustration deadlines and design deadlines. And I, who had been bombarded with bitter remarks from professors, was oblivious to his existence.
…Should I take it?
I thought that if I just ignored it, I wouldn’t call again, but I thought that was too easy a decision.
Whoa… Let’s take it for now.
[Hello?]
[Hey.]
His low-pitched voice.
…A possibility passed through my mind.
