Chapter 61 – Chapter 61
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The popular ace of the woman, Kim Mi-hyun. Her secret her was nothing special.
You want to hear what your guests have to say. That was Mihyeon’s trade secret to her.
Even when I was simply mixing my body, I made a lot of money. But she suffered severe aftereffects.
She was depressed because she felt like she really had become the kind of woman who, to her core her, could only deal with her sexuality her.
However, as she began to listen to the stories of the guests, Mi-hyeon was able to find a meaning and a plausible excuse in her mess.
Listen to and understand customers. She sympathizes or rejoices and grieves together. And mix her body her.
The sex that went through such a process was not simply a struggle to relieve sexual desire.
It was bodily chatter, consolation, and counseling. It was also a drug and a strong painkiller.
It may not be known to the customers who come once or twice, but at least to Mi-hyeon, it was definitely a drug and painkiller.
It was illegal and unethical no matter how well she gave it. It was about selling one’s body.
She had to do that every single day.
So she couldn’t survive without painkillers.
She deceived herself by saying she understood her guests, and pretended to pity her guests, she pityed herself.
As a result, she was able to endure it. She was able to endure the situation of being unable to release or confide anywhere.
Of course, the more she took the painkiller, the more her resistance she grew and the medicine wore off, but at the same time, her mind her gradually died, so it was okay.
Selling her body her wasn’t as dirty as it used to be.
No, she thought Mi-hyun Kim was so dirty now that she didn’t even think she had the right to be dirty anymore.
-Why are you doing that? Can’t we just get a divorce?
– Horn. She won’t get better if she falls in love twice.
-Right. I like it, so I’m trying to do something like this. So I can’t stand it any longer. Why do you live like that? In that case, just do it with my sex partner. Dedicate your body to me. I’ll give you any amount of money.
It was a young man named Minjun Kim. And it was a stall.
The man we were talking to face to face at the stall suddenly got angry.
In place of Kim Mi-hyun, he made Kim Mi-hyun’s life dirty. He said that he could not stand it because he was dirty, and ordered that he give himself to him rather than give him money.
At that moment, Mi-hyeon hated the man who kept reviving her dead heart. He hated the man who wanted to save people’s lives for the sake of money.
He was already used to being in the mud. He had neither the confidence nor the shame to go outside of it. His life was ruined as it was ruined.
-For a prostitute who recklessly rolls her body her, her pussy her is clean.
-You’re a dirty slut, right? She’s a slut who will give anyone money to see her.
-Can a person who loves her husband do this? How many times to chew, how long are you going to go away? Why do you feel so good? Actually, am I better than my husband?
But the words the man said, the man he hated and hated, hurt so much.
It was just words. He had only heard some swear words, and his heart felt torn.
He thought it was all broken, but he was broken again.
At the time, he didn’t know why. But lately, little by little, he seemed to know why. I was so scared.
When I thought of Minjun, I was so scared of myself changing.
“What… Are you laughing like that?”
“Ah… It’s nothing.”
It was a meal with my husband, whom I hadn’t had in a long time. Mihyeon hurriedly put Minjun’s cell phone on the table while she was texting.
Mihyeon, conscious of her husband’s stare her staring at her, tried to forcefully lower the corners of her mouth that had risen in her. She didn’t even know Mihyeon herself that she was up there before she knew it.
“… Honey, bring me a drink.”
“Yes… I know.”
Mihyeon got up from her table and she headed for the refrigerator.
She started looking for alcohol whenever her husband her, who did n’t like alcohol, ate her food her, and it was when she confessed that she went to her office her.
So Mi-hyeon couldn’t say anything to her husband. She wanted to tell her not to drink, but she knew she didn’t deserve it.
Kirik. Round shape-.
Mi-hyeon took out her soju with her glass and poured it in front of her husband her.
“Don’t you drink?”
“Ah… Yes. I don’t know where to go after a while…”
“Where? He said he was off work today.”
“Just…Acquaintance…”
“… Man?”
“Yes…Because they give me a lot of money…”
Upon hearing Mi-hyeon’s answer to her, her husband tilted his glass silently.
Mihyeon looked at her husband with an apologetic expression, but she didn’t say sorry.
After all, she had no reason to be sorry, especially now that she was. Selling her body was a thing of the past.
However, she did not know why she felt more sorry for her toxic husband than she did today. No, she had to pretend she didn’t know for the sake of her husband.
Tiriling-.
“For a moment… I’ll make a call and come.”
“… Okay.”
Mi-hyeon went to the bathroom and she returned after talking to Min-jun on the phone.
Mi-hyeon was said to take care of her expression her, but her husband her, as her husband her, was able to read Mi-hyeon’s expression her so well.
It looked fun. She looked happy It looked fresh. She had been dead for a long time after the gasse had waned, and her eyes were sparkling with life.
It was the image of Kim Mi-hyun that she had shown herself a long time ago, to the point where her memories of her were now vague.
Her husband sat at her table and stared blankly at the shining Mihyeon.
“Honey, I’m going out for a while.”
“… Okay.”
Mi-hyeon gave her permission to her husband and went into her room her to take her shower and change her clothes her.
“Haa… What are you wearing?”
It was a plain wardrobe without a single luxury item.
In the old days, there were quite a few expensive clothes, but all the clothes that were worth money were sold out, and all that was left was old clothes that couldn’t be sold and cheap clothes for opioids.
She’s usually unconcerned, but she looks shabby in her own closet today.
After much thought, Mihyeon put on a mini dress that fit her beige tone and a long cardigan.
She wore a loose cardigan over a lewd dress, and at some point Mi-hyeon had become accustomed to her attire her.
“Too…Is it too much?”
After Mihyeon got ready to go out, she checked her condition in front of her mirror.
She usually didn’t dress well. After all, if you mix your body with men, it will be erased. Light makeup was all.
But today she painted her lips red too, and she painted her eyebrows too. It was such a day that I wanted to decorate it to the fullest.
Mihyeon looked at herself in the mirror, sprayed the cologne that she had dressed up in, and left the room.
‘Ah… I forgot to water them.’
Mihyeon walked past the living room, and then headed back to the dresser in one corner of the living room.
The cabinet was full of dried flowers hung upside down.
‘Even if you are skinny, you are too skinny… Is it time to throw it away?’
Once upon a time, everything was alive.
For herself who likes her flowers, her husband brought one flower each time he left work.
The reason she had no choice but to hang the flowers she had been growing upside down in a cabinet to dry was because she lost time to take care of the flowers at home as she went to OP.
Swoop-. Swoop-.
Mi-hyeon picked up the dried and twisted petals on the floor of the cupboard with the palm of her hand and threw them into the trash can next to her.
Then she grabbed the sprayer and tried to water it, but stopped.
‘… It’s stupid.’
Dried flowers did not need to be watered. She knew
Still, she watered the flowers whenever she had a chance.
I’m afraid that the dried and crumbling flowers hanging upside down on the wall will bloom again like real flowers.
But today, for some reason, everything felt futile.
Chin.
Mihyeon put the atomizer she was holding in her hand back onto her dresser.
She then moved on to her shoe closet.
“Honey, don’t go out.”
“… Yes?”
At the sudden voice of her husband, she put on her shoes and turned around.
Her husband’s expression Her looked particularly dark. Mihyeon deliberately tried to placate her husband in a lighter tone.
“What’s the matter. Honey? This is a very important promise to me. You will make a lot of money We need to pay off our debt quickly.”
“How are you going to earn so much… “
“… Yes?”
“Selling yourself to a rich bastard? Who? Are you young?”
“… “
Mihyeon stared at her husband for a long time with her blank eyes, then without a word she put her heels on again.
‘I guess it’s because I’m drunk… Drunk…’
She was an incompetent husband. She was the kind of person who, if she did n’t have confidence, would have been shunned from her society, weighed down by her debts her.
Still, people were good, and he didn’t seem to hate them. She hadn’t
Again -.
Mihyun stood up in her heels and glanced at her husband, she said.
“Little… I am resting. I think you are drunk.”
After finishing her words, Mihyun moved her steps. Her husband looked at Mi-hyeon from the back of her with eyes burning with jealousy, but he couldn’t help but grab her by the wrist as she tried to get out of her.
“Ah!!”
“Tell me where you are going!! Who are you going to?!”
“This… Let this go ah… Hurt!”
“What kind of bastard are you!!! I’m falling for some bastard!! Do you know how strange you are right now?!”
“Ugh… !”
Mihyeon frowned at her as her wrists her were about to break.
Seeing Mihyeon’s face in pain, her husband released her Mihyeon’s wrist her in surprise.
She had never been like this. It was a family that trusted and trusted on each other even when it was difficult. She did, but she just made the flower of discord bloom herself.
From the time she went to O.P., Mi-hyeon lived with the words that she hates violent men the most.
“Mi… Sorry honey I must have gone out of my mind for a second…”
“That’s Okay. But, I… I didn’t know you were like this…”
Kik-.
Mi-hyeon left the house and took a taxi to Min-jun’s house.
‘Ah… I shouldn’t cry… ‘
She couldn’t shed tears because she didn’t want the makeup she had put on to wear off. Mihyun squeezed her throbbing wrist around and forced her to swallow her tears.
Why can’t the makeup be removed, and why a married woman wants to look pretty to anyone other than her husband her? Also, when she goes to Min-joon’s house, what kind of things do she expect inside, and why does that place get wet when she thinks of him?
She put that thought aside for a while. She couldn’t hold back her tears.
“Wow~ He really… How much money do you have?”
Mihyeon gets out of her taxi and as she walks into Minjun’s house, she mumbles to herself. She had never seen a house like this in dramas or movies.
It felt more like a work of art than a house.
The snobbish thought of how much a house like this would be worth, and the outrageous thought that a capable young man living in a house like this wanted him, made me feel depressed for a moment, then I fell back to the floor.
‘For Minjun… It’s going to be a joke anyway… ‘
In fact, it might not even be a joke. He already knew that Minjun cared for him.
If not, he couldn’t give me a huge sum of 100 million just because he only dealt with me for one night. No matter how much money rots and overflows.
Mi-hyeon recalled the night she spent with Min-jun in the most expensive hotel room, the night she forgot all the pain in her life and was only happy as a woman.
She chewed over and over again the words of the man who killed and saved her in just one night. So she could tell.
Minjun’s feelings toward himself could not have been a joke. But he was not like himself. She wasn’t love
‘Under… It’s really disgusting. It’s disgusting, Kim Mi-hyun. A good boy like Minjun loves someone like me? Who like me? How could I wish for that?’
Love is like a maze, I don’t know where it begins and where it ends.
But the feeling that she was wandering without knowing where to go was clear. She herself was obviously lost in Min-jun and wandered around.
But it wasn’t Minjun. Although he seemed to like, care for, and bully her, he was actually considerate of her, but he wasn’t lost in the maze of Kim Mi-hyun.
It was sad. But that was right.
He didn’t deserve to be loved by anyone. She was a slut who could not be loved even by her husband her.
So, it was absolutely ridiculous to be greedy to be loved by a man who was dazzling.
‘You should wish for it. Selfish jerk… ‘
Mihyeon forcibly suppressed the strange energy that bloomed in her heart when she thought of Minjun. She felt that otherwise she would cling to Minjun without even knowing her subject her. She seemed to spend her swarms asking for the heart that was in him to the man who she was already giving so much.
No matter how hard life is, if you are a human being, you have to be humble. She couldn’t show her child as ugly as she did.
“Whoa… “
She couldn’t get caught up in it any longer. Then she really couldn’t seem to control her mind her.
Mi-hyeon opened the door to Min-jun’s house, determined to never get involved no matter how much Min-jun shook her.
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And Min-jun, who was lying on the sofa, showed the maid outfit to Mi-hyeon, who approached him.
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My older sister looked at me and made a confused expression.
I was extremely confused after only seeing a few maid outfits.
The trembling eyes and quivering corners of his mouth looked like someone contemplating whether to plant an apple tree or a pear tree the day before the end of the world.
“Min Joon-ah… Noona, I really don’t use words like this…”
“Yes. What is it?”
“My sister is confused about whether or not you are a teenager.”
