Episode 9

We decided to meet again at Cheongdam-dong where Yeonju and the cafe were, so I got dressed neatly, got my hair done, and left the house.

After washing and drying my hair once, my hair styling looked much more natural than when I had just gotten it done at the hair salon. Full of confidence, I caught a taxi and headed to Cheongdam-dong.

Yeonju was waiting in front of the cafe, so I got out of the taxi and approached her.

"Tch!"

I deliberately approached Yeonju from behind and patted her on the back. Yeonju flinched noticeably and turned around.

Yeonju looked surprised when she saw me approaching her, and she opened her characteristic puppy-dog eyes wide and looked at me. And I was also a little surprised to see Yeonju in casual clothes.

Her casual clothes, with sneakers that slightly revealed her beautiful peach bones, jeans, and a white sweater on top, went really well with Yeonju.

To match her cute face and plain fashion, her basic bob cut without bangs fell to her shoulders, making the overall atmosphere very refreshing and cool.

However, if you ask if she was only refreshing and cute, that wasn't the case. I gasped in surprise. Her slender neckline and protruding collarbones, which were protruding because she had been sucking in, stimulated my lustful desires.

I wanted to mercilessly carve a kiss mark on her neck, which was much whiter than the white sweater she was wearing and much stickier than rice cakes. I should have marked it as my dog so that other dog traders wouldn't look down on her… .

"Uh… Hello. Minjun."

I was a bit absentminded while admiring her sharp neckline and collarbones that were hidden by her uniform, and Yeonju awkwardly greeted her first.

"Oh. Hello. Yeonju. And I'm sorry. I was joking around, but I didn't know you'd be so surprised. Was I rude?"

"Huh?? Oh, no! Rude! I was surprised, but… It's not rude at all… I was just so surprised… It's not rude… I… It's good…"

Yeonju, who had been talking passionately while looking into my eyes and jumping up and down at the word rude, couldn't look at me properly for even 3 seconds and her cheeks turned red. Yeonju's gaze, which had been slightly raised to match my eye level, gradually began to lower, and her voice became smaller to match, and eventually all I could hear was a groan.

Yeonju. I don't know what's so embarrassing, but if you lower your head and look at my clitoris, I'd be a little embarrassed too.

I came out wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and a dress shirt to match the cool weather, so maybe the outline of my clitoris is sticking out… .

Swish-. Swish-.

I gently stroked Yeonju's head to protect her human rights.

Surprised by my sudden action, Yeonju, who had been looking at my jiji, raised her head and looked at my face, tilting her head slightly as if she didn't know what was going on.

Of course, it was an excuse for Jiji, and I just stroked her as I liked her, but when I saw Yeonju's black eyes with question marks and her lips slightly pursed with curiosity, I couldn't help but think that it was a good idea to stroke her.

If I were to express the level of cuteness as a harmful substance, Yeonju was ultra-enriched uranium. Yeonju was properly exposed to uranium, or uranium for short, and trashy comments started to come out of my contaminated mouth.

"How can you be so cute?"

"Yes… Yes??"

"I'm sorry, but I'll stroke you a little. Yeonju is so cute, I can't stand it."

"… Hib."

The stench of trash hit her, and as soon as she heard my comment, Yeonju's face, which was already a bit red, turned red like ketchup.

It was so hot that I could feel the heat rising from her face even while I was stroking her head. If I put a thermometer on Yeonju's face right now, it would easily be over 50 degrees.

Swish. Swish.

Yeonju was stunned by the trash comment, and she stood still for a long time, holding her head out to me. I stroked Yeonju's round head without any desire, then put my hand down, and only then did Yeonju release the tension in her shoulders that had been hunched over from tension. That was Yeonju's mistake.

It wasn't time to relax yet. I was the type to rush in all at once.

"When Yeonju spilled coffee on me at the cafe, I was actually really happy."

"… Yes? Why… Why?"

Yeonju looked at me in confusion at my unexpected comment. Yeonju's face, which was still looking up at me with a blush that hadn't completely subsided, looked like a ripe peach. I wanted to open my mouth wide and bite it.

'I might be able to do this…'

I wanted to eat the tempting peach quickly, so I loaded up my secret weapon, 'Melo Eyes'.

Those eyes that were vague and moist for no reason, as if mist had been sprayed on the eyes, and on the other hand, a little bit sexy.

Those eyes that male protagonists in dramas or movies look at female protagonists with affection and love.

If an ordinary person did it, it would often give off a horrible feeling like a dead fish's eyes were covered in cream cheese, but I was pretty confident in things related to the eyes at least.

I thought I had pressed it roughly when I was enhancing my appearance, but when I actually pressed it, I saw that the eyes were particularly enhanced a lot. As a result, my eyes and pupils were currently +3.

It was bound to be different from the other parts that were only 1~2.

"Even so, I really wanted to know Yeonju's number since I first saw her. Yeonju was so pretty when she worked. Just looking at her made me feel good."

While looking at Yeonju with my melo eyes on, I decided to bombard her with trash comments.

It wasn't a complete lie, because I felt good because she was so stupid but so cute that she couldn't even say a simple hello properly. Trash comments mixed with truth were bound to give off an even stronger stench.

"Huh…? Ah… Hee-wook! That… Yes… Me too… No… That… That… That's not… Hee-wook!… Hee-wook!"

Pyu-yung-. Kwakwakwangkwangkwang!!!!!

Yeonju, who was hit by a garbage missile, stuttered and couldn't even utter a single word properly, like an artificial intelligence robot whose entire thought circuitry was destroyed. Yeonju's eyes were spinning around, and her cheeks were red as if the hot energy that had subsided a little had burst out again. It was like seeing the Hong In-man in the legend.

Yeonju, the Hong In-man, was cute and erotic at the same time. Not only was her face blushing, but her white, slender neck was also dyed red, which was no exaggeration to say it was a spectacular sight.

I think I understand a little why Draculas go crazy trying to sink their sharp fangs into the nape of a slender woman's neck.

"Oh… Yeonju, are you okay? You were surprised because I went too far?"

"Ah… I… That… That… So…"

"I'm sorry. Since we just met today, you must have felt burdened by this conversation…"

"No… That… It's okay… It seems okay… I guess…"

"Don't worry too much. Just liking someone doesn't mean that. I just like Yeonju-ssi so much that just being with her is enough for me."

"Ah… Yes… Yes… Me too…"

"That's great. Yeonju-ssi, then shall we go shopping now?"

Yeonju nodded her head a couple of times instead of answering.

Yeonju and I walked side by side on the streets of Cheongdam-dong. Our bodies were close, but I didn't hold Yeonju's hand.

Judging from Yeonju's attitude, I thought she would have liked it if I held her hand, but I still didn't hold Yeonju's hand, maintaining a precarious distance where our arms were barely touching.

Now that Melon had been bombed with trash carpets, it was time to calm down a bit. It's scary when war suddenly breaks out during peacetime, but when the air raid warning sounds in a situation where it's already a war zone, it's just tragic BGM.

Yeonju dragged me around to a few stores, and eventually bought a shirt at the last store.

It was pretty, but I declined because it was over 300,000 won, but Yeonju insisted that this was the prettiest and gave me the shirt.

Judging from the fact that Yeonju was able to easily scrape off a 300,000 won shirt while working part-time at a cafe, Yeonju was definitely a rich kid.

"Yeonju, I'm really grateful, but isn't it too expensive?"

"Oh… No. It's okay. I just wanted to buy it for you… I really appreciated it today. Minjun… You said it was okay even though I made a mistake… You took my side… You protected me… I really appreciated it."

Yeonju bowed her head to me as a thank you even after giving me the 300,000 won shirt as a gift. It was a typical example of a sucker, but I didn't feel bad. Because I was the one who was holding Yeonju back.

"Then is there a better time?"

"Yes?"

"I can't just accept a gift and send you away. Let's have dinner together. Us."

"Oh… that…"

"Can't I?"

"No!! Okay… Okay!!"

Yeonju hesitated as if something was bothering her, but when I asked her again, she immediately changed her attitude.

I was worried if she was really okay, but I was also too busy caring about Yeonju's situation, so I pretended not to notice.

"What kind of food do you like?"

"Oh… I can eat anything!"

"Do you drink alcohol?"

"Yes?! Yes… Yes!"

Likewise, the answer was unsettling, but I ignored it and searched for a good restaurant nearby on my phone and made a reservation at a suitable place.

After riding a taxi for about 5 minutes, we came across the building of the restaurant we had reserved, and we went inside.

The restaurant was a room-style izakaya. I thought Japanese food would be good as a meal or as a side dish, and I chose it because I thought it would be nice to have the two of us in the room, and it seemed like a good choice.

I called the waiter over and ordered a few dishes that looked good, as well as the most expensive sake (it was very petty, but I really wanted to try this when I had more money).

When the waiter left, only Yeonju and I were left in the room. An awkward silence fell, so I spoke to Yeonju.

"How old are you, Yeonju?"

"Oh… I'm twenty-one."

"You're my older sister? I'm twenty now."

"Huh~??"

When Yeonju heard my age, she showed a reaction that only Japanese variety show entertainers would use when they're surprised.

"Huh???" Is that really surprising? It's definitely not presbyopia.

"If you're surprised like that, I'll get hurt. Yeonju-ssi."

"Oh… no… that's not it… I didn't know you were so young because you're so… so… polite."

I've heard the word "young old man," but this was the first time I've heard the word "polite." And Yeonju, you really don't have an eye for people.

There must be few people as impolite as me. When I see your words and actions while playing games, I'm shocked and turned inside out.

"It's okay. Yeonju-ssi. Age doesn't matter. As long as we're on the same page."

"Yes. Yes! That's right. It's important to be on the same page…"

Yeonju nodded vigorously at my words.

No matter how I looked at it, Yeonju seemed to agree with everything I said.

Even if I asked you to have sex, you wouldn't have accepted it…

No. Come to your senses, you crazy bastard. It's not the right time yet.

If you were just going to have sex, it wouldn't have been this hard. It's not the right time yet.

It's not too late to have sex later. Sex.

"Sex… … So what's your gender?"

"… Yes?"

What the hell. My brain is filled with nothing but sex, so I'm just going off the rails. You fucking sex bastard!

"Not biological gender, but mental gender. I wonder if you have a gender you're aiming for. I'm really interested in gender issues these days."

I didn't give a shit about gender issues. Lately, my only interests have been money and women, and lots of money and pretty women. But luckily, it was a good thing.

As I somehow managed to muddle through with words I'd picked up on the internet, Yeon-ju's confused face began to calm down.

"Ah… I don't really know much about that… "

"Then Yeonju, do you have any interests or hobbies?"

"I… don't really have anything like that. I don't have any hobbies… I don't have any friends… Oh, I'm sorry for suddenly bringing this up."

It was good news that Yeonju had no friends. From now on, Yeonju would only have me as her dependable person.

"No. It's okay. But that's really unexpected?"

"What is it?"

"You don't have any friends. To someone as cute, pretty, and kind as Yeonju."

"… Ahh… Uhh…"

Piyuyung-. Kwakwakwangkwangkwang!!!!!

Another barrage of trash comments flew in while she let her guard down. This time, it was really critical.

Yeonju's vocal organs had regressed from the indiscriminate bombardment, and she lost her language and only let out newborn-like moans.

'This should be enough. I should wrap it up soon.'

It seemed like the time was ripe. I planned to send a merciless occupying force to Yeonju's empty mountain.

I had to plant the flag of the country in Yeonju's heart, a flag that would never be broken.

No matter what happened later, even if I had sex with other women every day, I had to plant the flag of the world's most unwavering trash deep in Yeonju's fragile heart.

Because even if I had eaten all kinds of women, Yeonju still only looked at me and wanted me to give her body.

I knew it was a trash mentality, but I didn't care. I decided to live as I wanted, and I had no intention of giving what I wanted to others.

So Yeonju had to become my own, without leaving even a single bit behind. She had to rely solely on me, both physically and mentally.

So I was spitting out words Yeonju, who had low self-esteem, wanted to hear, in a format she wanted to hear.

It feels like a feeling to me, but to Yeonju, it must be the sweetest thing in the world.

"It's because Yeonju is so kind."

"Ahh… uh… yes?"

"I guess other people are stupid. They don't recognize Yeonju."

"… Haa… Woooo…"

"Yeonju, you look like an angel… in my eyes."

When I said 'in my eyes,' I didn't forget to put on my melodrama eyes and looked at Yeonju, who was almost crying.

"… Woooo… ah… I, I've never heard that before… so… sob… thank you, Minjun."

Judging from Yeonju's reaction, it seemed like my flag had definitely been planted deep inside Yeonju.

Like a shaved ice on the hood of a car that had been heated up all day in the scorching midsummer sun, Yeonju melted away.