Chapter 150 – Interlude – The Sex Slave Family Created By My Son
Interlude – The Sex Slave Family Created by My Son
There was a brief, yet tumultuous incident.
A boy was arrested for attempted murder in court.
The victim died the same day due to medical malpractice.
It was an incident that split men and women, leading to a fierce battle over what happened in court.
The men’s side argued, “What’s the problem with sex if there’s no blood relation?”, “Is it okay to kidnap a woman and publish nude photos nationwide?”, and “Why are you making the man out to be a rapist?”
On the other hand, the women’s side argued, “Why do such terrible things to a woman?”, “Is it okay to resort to violence because of that?”, and “I heard he was violent towards his own sister,” or some even concluded, “Anyway, it’s always the men who are the problem.”
Of course, all of this was the talk of ordinary people who didn’t know the truth.
Anyway, the verdict came out like this.
A tattooed woman, who was completely innocent, was kidnapped by a women’s center, forcibly stripped, and photographed. The nude tattoo photos were circulated on the internet. In the midst of all this, she kidnapped a man involved with her younger brother and tried to kill him. She confined the victim in a mental hospital and tried to force him to make up stories. All of this was seen as malicious, and those involved in this incident were punished.
Even broadcasting companies, which usually didn’t make corrections, extensively reported the reality of this incident and criticized the women’s human rights center, making it clear that the village had been acting like dogs. In addition, the younger brother, who went crazy after dragging his sister and revealing her tattoos nationwide, tried to commit murder in court but was sentenced to three years, claiming it was an accidental act.
Probation?
Of course not.
Before being dragged away, he said on broadcast, “I did it for my sister, so I have no regrets,” and went in confidently. He was sent to a prison full of politicians, and although the incident was mentioned for a while, it completely died down after about a year and a half.
After all, isn’t that how people are?
No matter how big an incident is, it’s only talked about for about a year at most.
From the perspective of ordinary people, isn’t it not that big of a deal?
It’s only mentioned when someone comes across Ha-eun’s tattoo photos while looking for porn.
In the end, Jun-seo began his life in a relatively well-equipped prison. Three years might seem quite long, but it’s not that long for a Korean man. Originally, he would have wasted two years in the military, so he spent his time here comfortably, thinking he was just filling in the gap for about a year, and in reality, he didn’t feel much discomfort, so time passed even faster.
After that, he didn’t receive any visitors. It wasn’t just that he hadn’t sorted out his feelings to see his sisters, but also that he completely ignored his grandmother’s visits. He sent letters occasionally, expressing his desire to not be involved with the village any further, and spent the rest of his time watching TV or sometimes praying.
He could confidently say that a life without sexual desire wasn’t bad. Rather, he wondered if he had overreacted to the Joo Yeon-mi incident, but he reassured himself that he had no regrets, and by the time he reached the end of his three years, he had completely sorted out his feelings, and finally, the time came.
Creak.
He came out through the back door of the prison.
“……………”
Ah, where should I go?
Is my younger brother doing well there?
What are my friends doing?
What about my sisters?
Is anyone waiting for me?
I hope they don’t make a big fuss…
“Does this country really give out punishments this easily?”
Jun-seo, feeling a bit unsettled because he didn’t feel like he had been punished, scratched his stubble and tasted the bittersweet feeling. The clothes he was wearing were also sportswear, making him feel like he had gone for a walk and then time-slipped.
“No…”
Then, he saw four women in the distance and got goosebumps.
“……………”
Four women slowly walking towards him, holding children.
Their smiles, as if they had been waiting, were terrifying.
‘Is that my punishment?’
Probably.
A man who became the child of four.
And the three years’ worth of pent-up sexual desire.
A new life was waiting for him.
