Chapter 88

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I woke up to a familiar melody, and as soon as I got up in the morning, I went to take a shower without locking the shower door. After a while, the old man followed me in and washed with me.

Seriously, it's become so obvious.

The hotel sheets were all messed up from last night, which made me feel a little embarrassed, but I tried not to pay attention, thinking that this was just the hotel staff's normal behavior. While drying my hair, I intentionally twisted my hair with my hands to create some curls.

Seriously, what kind of structure does this hair have? Just this alone creates curls. Not in a brief, weak way, but in a way that it ripples and holds its shape. Does this make sense?

I think it's good because I'm comfortable, but I dry my hair and put on clothes that are a bit curly, unlike yesterday. The mint-colored lace bra and underwear, the brown short pleated skirt, and the beige sweater were all clothes that my uncle bought me yesterday.

Finally, in my handbag, and even my new cell phone… .

Even the socks, the shoes… Seriously, from head to toe, everything was covered in things the old man bought me. While quietly watching from behind, the old man in the suit seemed to be feeling a sense of ownership or exclusivity or something like that because I was only wearing the clothes he bought me, and he looked very satisfied.

He hugged me from behind and placed his slightly rough beard on my neck.

"I don't want to go to work…."

"Whoa! Shave! You didn't shave!"

"Hmm? I have an electric razor in the car, so I'm going to use that."

"It's rough…."

Wow, this feeling is really eeeee

I covered my chin with my hand, then he hugged me from behind and held my tie in one hand in front of my eyes.

"Give it to me."

"Yes, yes. Give it to you."

He was used to tying his tie, and when he pressed it down hard to tighten his neck a little, the old man put his fingers in the gap of his tie and loosened it a little as if he was frustrated.

But… why? When I look at his face quietly, I feel like something has changed. What is it?

Hmm… what is it, what has changed?

Oh, the wrinkles are gone. They were slightly visible.

"Did you get taken care of?"

"What are you talking about?"

From the first time I saw him, I thought he really took good care of himself because he looked younger than his age. If you take care of yourself, your wrinkles will disappear too.

There was a reason why celebrities didn't age.

As I was leaving the elevator holding the things I bought yesterday in both hands, an employee followed me and helped me carry my luggage.

It's amazing that rich people can live off of these services.

We had a simple breakfast at the hotel restaurant… Even if the old man hadn't had to go to work, we would have sat down and eaten everything one by one, but unfortunately, we didn't have time to do that, so we had a really simple meal and left.

After we finished loading our luggage into the car trunk, the man skillfully pulled the car out of the park and started driving.

"First, leave all your luggage in the car. Where should I drop you off? I'll contact you after work, so let's figure out where to stay then."

"Um…then, downtown? I'll just wander around downtown and have fun."

"Hee-yeon, you said in the chatroom before that you were only in Korea for a short time and had to leave, right? Since you won't be staying that long, it'll be hard to find a place like a studio apartment. Do you mind if I stay long-term? Or should we live together?"

"Huh?! We're going to live together… What if your family comes along?"

"That's the problem, but... um,"

The old man seemed to not like the idea of me staying in a hotel or motel, since he had no choice but to find me a room due to my circumstances.

What about motels… Well, they definitely have a bit more of a raunchy feel than hotels, but they're still places where you can stay normally.

And actually, if you think about it, motels are more comfortable since you have sex with an old man every night… .

"And I like motels better than just finding a room… I'm going to do it every day."

"Uh, um… I see."

When I told him exactly what I was thinking, the old man seemed to sense my incredible persuasive power and seemed to have made up his mind to stay in a motel for a long time.

While I was driving, I was trying out various settings on my iPhone that I hadn't checked yesterday. Wow, this plan has unlimited data. I can even watch movies on my phone.

Since it was a much better model than my original phone, I thought it would take some time to get used to it. First, I installed the most essential messenger. Oh, the old man's number is already registered. It says Yoo Ho-yeol. I should change the name.

As I was changing the only name registered in my contacts to Mr. Ajusshi, the person in question spoke to me in a slightly nervous voice from the side.

"But, I'm the guest today."

"yes?"

"Are you okay? Are you really calling me like this without resting even for a single day? It's not too much, is it?"

It's a little hard to understand what it means. What's okay?

"To be honest, I'm starting to get anxious because I know that Heeyeon won't be staying in Korea forever, and I keep wanting to do this and that, but I'm worried that I might be pushing myself too hard to accommodate her."

"Are you worried about that?"

"I guess so. Yesterday was the first time you slept with someone else. Don't you need some time to gather your thoughts?"

No, I really don't need Never Nothing. Amazingly. In fact, I'm feeling surprisingly good and I'm feeling much more positive than before.

Since it's what the old man wanted, I don't have to feel sorry for him, and rather, seeing him get excited makes me feel excited and good, and since he's done so much for me, I want to do something for him, and more than anything, it feels much better than I thought, so now I'm looking forward to it a little. I wonder how excited I'll be next time.

… It seems like I'm too conscious of the old man, but it's not like we have a relationship where I have to feel sorry towards the old man just because I had sex with another man.

But that's... really, I don't have to worry about this. To be honest, I understand it now. It can't be helped because the old man's castle walls are like this, right? And, I didn't feel bad about it or anything, but I actually really liked it.

Isn't this what we call good compatibility? Come to think of it, our compatibility during sex is actually really good... I think that's why I ended up like this, but we really do have good compatibility.

"Not at all, um. Honestly, it may sound weird, but at first I was a bit nervous and thought I was doing it because you liked it, but I liked it so much that I wanted to do it more… It's not that I don't know, um… What should I say?"

Ah, this is… I really can't explain it… .

"And what I did yesterday and what I'm doing today… Honestly, I'm not saying that I'm not accepting it because I want to do what you want, but you don't have to worry. That's… um…"

I really don't know what to say. I like it too, and I like seeing what the old man likes, and sex is good, and I felt really good yesterday, and I don't really mind the idea of a guest, but rather, since it's what the old man wants, I want to do it, and now I'm a bit curious about it. In fact, even if he wants to invite a guest every day, I'm okay with it... It's so hard to organize your thoughts and say them in a way that the other person understands.

"Ah… That's right! You said you'd train me to your liking. I'm being trained well right now. So don't worry about that."

… Now that I think about it, the conversation is going in a strange direction.

That sounds right.

"Keuheuk, keuhehehe…."

"Don't laugh! Don't laugh?! Why are you laughing! I really had a hard time figuring out what to say just now, but don't laugh! No, don't laugh while driving. Seriously, it's dangerous!"

If I laugh, I'll be so embarrassed! And it was scary because I laughed while driving and turned my head to the side a few times.

I also tried to tell him that he didn't have to feel sorry in my own way, but he kept smiling at me and I felt like I was going to get upset. I'm not so petty as to get upset, but I'm not so big-hearted that I don't take it to heart either.

We soon arrived downtown and the old man stopped his car next to the sidewalk. As I was getting out of the car, he grabbed my hand and with a face that looked younger than usual today… No, wait a minute.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a picture of the old man and his daughter. When I looked at the picture and saw the old man again, I couldn't help but be really surprised.

Do you really feel like you've gotten younger?

Huh? What is this? Wait a minute, okay?

Seriously, I can definitely tell. I only felt a little bit uneasy earlier, but when we met eyes directly, I could really feel it.

There used to be a few freckles here and there, but they're gone now, and not only are the fine wrinkles gone, but his skin overall looks really younger. This isn't compared to when I saw him yesterday, but when I first saw him.

When I think about his appearance when I first met him, he looked a bit older than his face in the photo, as if she had been through some hardships, but now he looks about the same. I don't know when the photo was taken, but I can't help but think that he really got younger in the short time we met.

What the heck? Is this really some kind of nutritional supplement?

Seriously, I don't think this is something that can be managed. Just looking at the hand covering my hand, the tendons used to look more prominent, but now the skin feels a bit smoother. If you say I used to look like I was in my mid to late 30s, now I look like I'm in my early to mid 30s.

'What the heck? If I really got younger, does that mean the guy I have sex with gets younger too?'

Now that I think about it, your speech doesn't seem like that of an old man these days. When I first met you, you really sounded like an old man, but as time goes by, your speech seems younger. No, does that not matter? Maybe your speech just gets younger because you spend time with me... Then, is looking young just a literal health supplement?

No, that's not it. If you think about it, it's not something that can be explained to that extent. Just last night, I thought about it, and it seemed like my body was better than before. Before, my body was a little better for my age, but now it's really getting better. Should I say I'm getting healthier? Come to think of it, all the men I date ejaculate a lot of semen. Could that have something to do with being healthy or something? Oh, maybe my stamina is better?

Something, I suddenly wonder if I really am a woman who has changed. Could it be that I am a woman but not a human being… .

"town?!"

As I was thinking that, the old man's lips suddenly touched mine and my eyes opened wide.

I thought he was just going to hug me like he usually does because we were slowly getting closer, but before I knew it, our lips were touching while my head was filled with random thoughts.

But instead of shaking it off while being startled, my head suddenly feels hot. As I see her bring her lips closer to mine again and tilt her head back, I inhale and tilt my head back up.

"Phew, phew... huh... slap."

"Haa… slurp…."

A thick adult kiss, the tongue enters the mouth, and as the long tongue is tickled and pulled up, I find myself sticking my tongue out without realizing it. The lips slightly lick the long tongue that has been stuck out, and then they bring their lips together again as if swallowing it. As if I can't breathe, my mind becomes dizzy.

As my tense body relaxes, my eyes fill with tears, my stomach starts to tingle as if a switch has been turned on as if my body is reacting on its own, saliva begins to collect in my mouth, and a sweet taste begins to linger.

"Huh, huh, ha…."

As I slowly opened my mouth and stared blankly at the old man's face, my heart started beating faster and faster for some reason.

Why is this happening… Seriously, my body is reacting as if I suddenly became a woman. I am a woman, but really, really, to the point where I am really engraving in my head that I am a woman now.

A little bit, my heart is pounding. The rough beard didn't feel unpleasant at all, but rather felt like a stimulus that made my body flinch.

'Ah… this is, my first kiss… .'

It occurred to me later that the first time I kissed someone was when I was a girl. It was my first time kissing a guy, but I didn't feel anything strange about it.

As if this was natural, as if she had truly been a woman from the beginning, she reacted, her mouth gaping open in a daze, and her hand covered by the old man's hand grew hot.

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