Sweet Green Home 1

Two Long, Agonizing Hours Later...

A man with black hair and even darker eyes stepped out of the subway station, rolling his shoulders with a sigh.

"Damn it, that bald fucker was crazy."

Sae-Joon still couldn't believe how things had turned out.

The moment he heard her husband's voice outside the room, his entire mood had plummeted.

For the first time in his life, he truly understood what it meant to be blue-balled.

Even though he didn't want to, he had to slip his hands away from those busty tits.

Even though he was aching to bury himself inside her cunt, he couldn't.

Even though his fingers were deep inside that tight, married pussy, he had to pull them away.

Even though his lips were devouring her married mouth, he had to let her go.

All because of her husband.

That bald fucker.

And the worst part?

He just stood outside like an idiot and apologized.

Sae-Joon clenched his jaw, shaking his head in frustration.

After that, nothing happened.

Yuri put her clothes back on, acted like it was a normal day, and began training him again.

Except this time, her husband was also there.

Sae-Joon had to stand there and watch them, watch that bald idiot touch her, talk to her, act like she wasn't seconds away from cheating.

He barely held himself back from grabbing her one last time before she told him to leave, saying it was enough exercise for today.

Of course, as lustful as Sae-Joon was, he still squeezed her ass cheek when her husband wasn't looking.

No..he had to be patient.

Anyway...he would fuck her soon enough.

For now, he decided to let the author think about this ordeal.

At least tonight wouldn't be a total waste.

He had Jisoo to deal with.

Jisoo—the cuck in the making.

Sae-Joon smirked as he walked through the dimly lit streets, hands in his jacket pockets.

Heosong Area, 23rd Street Block. New Hanmi.

He glanced around, taking in the rundown buildings, flickering streetlights, and occasional graffiti-covered walls.

"Why the fuck does this guy live in such a poor area?"

Crime and gang activity were rampant here. Any sane person would avoid living in this shithole unless they were completely broke.

But from what Sae-Joon knew, Jisoo's family wasn't poor.

So why the hell were they stuck in a place like this?

Either way, it didn't matter.

Soon, Jisoo was going to learn exactly what kind of man Sae-Joon was.

Although, deep down, Sae-Joon felt a hint of sympathy toward Jisoo.

But only for a second.

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Sae-Joon pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing Jisoo's number while scanning the street.

The rundown neighborhood had old, rusting gates, broken fences, and the occasional stray cat darting between buildings.

The streetlights flickered, barely illuminating the cracked pavement.

"Hyung! You're here already?"

Jisoo's voice came through the phone, bright and energetic as always.

"Yeah, but I don't see your house," Sae-Joon said, glancing around. "Are you sure you gave me the right address?"

"Of course! It's the green one!"

"..."

Sae-Joon frowned. "Jisoo, there are three green houses on this street."

"Oh… uh… yeah. That makes sense."

A brief silence.

"Hold on, Hyung! I'm coming to get you!"

Before Sae-Joon could reply, the call disconnected. He sighed, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"This dumbass… no wonder he got cucked."

A moment later, hurried footsteps echoed through the street.

"HYUNG!"

Sae-Joon barely had time to react before a small, out-of-breath figure skidded to a stop in front of him.

"Hyung! You finally made it!" Jisoo beamed, hands on his knees as he panted like he'd just run a marathon.

His oversized hoodie flapped in the wind, and his messy long hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Sae-Joon raised an eyebrow. "Did you sprint all the way here?"

Jisoo nodded furiously. "Of course! What if you got lost and got kidnapped by gangsters? Although Hyung is strong, gangsters are stronger."

"..."

"Then I'd have to find you and save you! But I'm not strong enough yet, so I'd have to train for years, then come back and save you like in a revenge movie!"

Sae-Joon stared at him. "...What the fuck are you even talking about?"

Jisoo straightened up, grinning. "Nothing! Come on, let's go! I have something to show you!"

Sae-Joon sighed, shaking his head as Jisoo grabbed his wrist and started dragging him toward the house.

"You're way too excited for this."

"Of course! Hyung is visiting my house for the first time! Someone as righteous as Hyung deserves respect. This is a legendary event! I should throw a party! Wait—do I have snacks?"

"..."

"No, no, but Mom isn't home. But I ordered something! Do you like kimchi stew? Oh wait, you don't like spicy food, right?"

"..."

"By the way, Hyung, thanks for the real man pill! Look, my wounds have disappeared—"

"...Jisoo, shut up and just take me inside already."

"Roger that, Hyung!"

Sae-Joon glanced at his face. Sure enough, there were no longer any marks from the beating.

'System given by that retarded author, isn't that bad.'

He couldn't help but sigh.

Jisoo saluted before bouncing ahead, leading Sae-Joon toward the green house at the end of the street.

Sae-Joon sighed again but couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips.

This kid was way too easy to mess with.

But as soon as they arrived at the house, they heard shouting from behind.

Slap!

"Bitch! How dare you slap me? Do you even know who I am?!"

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A sharp slap echoed through the dimly lit street.

As soon as they turned the corner, Jisoo's breath hitched.

His eyes widened in horror.

"Mom?!"

The woman who had delivered the slap was Hwan Ji-Won—his mother.

It had started as a normal office party. Her boss had pushed drinks on her, and while she could have refused, she knew better.

Korean culture didn't take kindly to rejecting a superior's offer.

So, reluctantly, she had taken a few shots.

Her friend had been kind enough to drop her off near home.

But then—these two bastards.

They had been waiting for her.

Now, she was drunk. Completely out of it.

Her body swayed slightly, movements sluggish, but her glare still burned with a sharpness that hadn't dulled.

Golden strands of hair clung to her flushed face, her deep blue eyes clouded with intoxication.

And yet—even in this state—her sinful body screamed temptation.

Her black blazer had slipped off one shoulder, barely hanging on as the cold night air toyed with the loose fabric.

Beneath it, her white dress shirt was unbuttoned far too low, revealing the deep, soft valley of her heaving breasts.

The thin, velvety fabric clung desperately to her heavy mounds, struggling against their weight, while her hardened nipples shamelessly poked through.

Her skirt was no better—it had ridden up, exposing the creamy expanse of her thighs above her black stockings.

Every unsteady shift of her stance made it seem as if the fabric would fail at any moment, giving an accidental peek beneath.

But she wasn't alone.

Two men surrounded her.

Thugs. Filthy, grinning bastards.

Local scum who had been eyeing her for months.

Kong Siu and Kong Jae.

Better known as the Bald and Tall Brothers.

Ji-Won didn't like the situation. She wasn't a fool—she knew exactly what these two had in mind.

But at this point, it couldn't be helped.

Or maybe… maybe there had been something in her drink.

Kong Siu, the bald one with a deep scar running down his cheek, gripped her waist possessively, his thick fingers digging into her curves.

Kong Jae, his slicked-back hair gleaming under the dim streetlight, let his leering gaze roam over her body, his fingers already toying with the hem of her skirt.

Ji-Won groaned, her vision swimming as she weakly pushed at them.

Her lips parted, voice slurred.

"Ugh… my head's spinning… I need… mmh… I need a drink…"

Kong Siu chuckled.

"Oh, we got something better than a drink for you, lady."

Kong Jae sneered.

"Haha! We'll make you drink our protein shake—your tits need some nourishment, or else they'll sag in no time."

"Brother's right," Kong Siu added, licking his lips. "A bitch like you needs to be satisfied on all fronts. Don't worry—we'll call our other bros too."

Ji-Won blinked at them, her foggy mind struggling to process the words.

And then—her lips curled into a lazy, sultry smile.

"Ahh~ you're strong, aren't you? Husband?" she mumbled, her tone breathy. "I like… strong men~"

Kong Jae grinned, his fingers grazing her thigh.

"See that? She's already warming up to us."

Kong Siu sneered.

"Tch, she had the nerve to slap me, but look at her now. Ain't that right, babe?"

His grip tightened, yanking her flush against his chest.

Ji-Won let out a soft, drunken giggle, her breath hot against his neck.

"Mmm~ so warm… honey… make love to me~"

On the other hand.

Jisoo's stomach dropped, and even if he was weak, he sprinted toward the thugs, wanting to save his precious mother.

First, that bastard Minsook talked shit about his mom, and now she was getting harassed by thugs.

Am I really this incompetent?

His mother.

His mother was completely wasted, trapped in these bastards' hands.

"Mom!! Come here!" He lurched forward, trying to grab her.

SMACK!

Bald Thug Kong Siu shoved him back like he was nothing.

Jisoo stumbled, barely catching himself before hitting the ground.

"Fuck off, puny brat," the thug sneered.

Jisoo's hands shook. His face twisted in anger, panic, and helplessness.

At this moment, Sae-Joon sighed.

A low, deep sigh. One of pure boredom

Then, he took a step forward.

"I'll give you one minute. Unhand the ahjumma… or I'll make you pay with your balls."

Silence.

Slicked-back Hair blinked, then snorted.

"The fuck did you just say?"

Bald Thug smirked, pulling up his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal the gun tucked into his waistband.

"You must be real fucking stupid, kid. Now, be a good little bitch and walk away."

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[Ding… It has been detected that the host's dignity is being trampled on, and the host has been looked down upon by no-name mobs. The system urges the host to punish them with death.]

[Ding… Danger level is not that high, but the weapon in the thug's hand is real. Does the host want to use the simulation now?]

Sae-Joon paused.

His gaze flickered to Ji-Won.

He licked his lips, lust dripping from his mouth.

No way in hell was he letting bastards like this have her.

A slow smirk curled his lips.

"Alright. Simulate the fight."

[Ding…]

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( End Of This Chapter)