Chapter 9 – Chapter 9
We decided to meet again in Cheongdam-dong, where Yeonju and the cafe were located, and I dressed neatly, trimmed my hair, and left the house.
After washing and drying it once, the hair styling looked much more natural than when it was freshly touched at the hair salon. Full of confidence, I took a taxi and headed to Cheongdam-dong.
The musician was waiting in front of the cafe, and I got out of the taxi and approached him.
“Oops!”
I deliberately approached the performance behind him and patted him on the back. Yeon-joo visibly flinched, then jerked and turned his body.
Yeon-joo must have been surprised to see me coming closer, and he looked at me with his dog eyes wide open. And I was also a little surprised to see Yeonjo in plain clothes.
Underneath, sneakers and jeans that reveal a beautiful peach bone, and a plain clothes fashion with a white sweater above matched the performance very well.
Befitting the cute face and simple fashion, the basic short hair without bangs came down to the shoulder line, giving the overall atmosphere a very fresh and refreshing look.
But if you ask if it’s only fresh and cute, that’s not the case. I gasped in surprise. The slender neckline and protruding collarbones, probably from drinking it, stimulated my taste buds.
I wanted to mercilessly embed the kiss mark into my neck, which was much whiter than the white sweater I was wearing, and seemed to be much chewier than glutinous rice cakes. I think I should mark it as my dog so other dog owners won’t look at it….
“I… Hello. Mr. Minjun.”
I was a little dazed while watching the sexy neckline and collarbones that were hidden by the uniform, and the performance, which I couldn’t stand, awkwardly greeted me first.
“Ah. Hello. Mr. Playing And I’m sorry. I played around with it, but I didn’t expect it to surprise me so much. Were you very rude?”
“Yes? Oh no! It’s rude! I was surprised… That… Absolutely no disrespect… I’m just so surprised… It’s not rude… I… Good…”
Yeon-joo, who jumped up at the word rude and looked me in the eyes and uttered his passionate speech his, couldn’t look at me properly for even 3 seconds and his cheeks his blushed. Yeon-ju’s gaze of her, which had been looking up a little to my eye level, gradually began to go down, and her speaking voice of her also became smaller, and later I could only hear whimpers.
It’s a play I don’t know what’s so embarrassing about it, but that’s why I’m a bit ashamed when I lower my head and only look at my butt.
I came out wearing only a shirt and short sleeves just in time for the cool weather, so maybe the contours of my body might be sticking out….
Ssuk-. Ssuk-.
In order to protect human rights, I gently stroked Yeon-joo’s hair.
As if surprised by the sudden action, the performer who was looking at my jizzi raised his head to look at my face his and tilted his head a little as if he was not sure what was going on.
Of course, Jizzi was an excuse, and I just stroked it as soon as I felt like it, but when I saw Yeon-joo’s lips pursed slightly with curiosity and the long black eyes with question marks floating on them, I thought it was really good to stroke him.
If the degree of cuteness is expressed by substituting harmful substances, the performance was ultra-enriched uranium. From my contaminated mouth, which had been properly exposed to uranium, or uranium for short, comments like garbage began to come out on its own.
“How are you so cute?”
“Yes…Yes?”
“I’m sorry, but I’ll pet you. Yeon-joo is so cute that I can’t stand it.”
“… Heep.”
As soon as he heard my comment, Yeon-joo’s face his, which was originally a little red, turned red like ketchup.
He was so hot that he could feel the heat rising from his face even as he stroked his hair. If you put a thermometer on Yeonjoo’s face right now, it seemed that it would easily exceed 50 degrees.
Sweep. Sweep.
As if the stun went into the garbage comment properly, the performance couldn’t move and he stood still and gave me a head for a while. I patted Yeon-joo’s round head without a circle and then put his hand down, and only then Yeon-ju let go of his tense shoulders. That was a performance mistake.
It was not yet time to relax. I was the type to rush at once when I was driven.
“I was really happy when Yeon-joo spilled coffee on me at a cafe.”
“… Yeah? Why… Why?”
The performer looked at me, puzzled by my sudden comment. The face of Yeon-joo looking up at me with the redness still not completely subsided was like a ripe peach. I wanted to open my mouth wide and bite into it.
‘It may be a bit early, but… ‘
I wanted to eat a delicious peach quickly, so I loaded my trumpet weapon, ‘Mello Eyes’.
As if the mist had been sprinkled all over her eyes, those eyes were vague and moist for no reason, and on the other hand, a bit strange.
In dramas and movies, when male protagonists look at female protagonists with affection and love, these are the kind of eyes that are produced.
When it was done by ordinary people, it was inevitably that the terrible feeling of having cream cheese applied to the eyes of the deceased would come out, but at least I was quite confident in things related to the eyes.
I thought I was pressing it roughly when I was enhancing my appearance, but when I actually pressed it, there was a lot of reinforcement especially on the eyeball side. As a result, my current eyes and pupils were all +3.
It is bound to be different from other parts that are still only about 1 or 2 strong.
“I really wanted to know Yeon Joo’s number her from the first time I saw her. Yeon Yeon-ssi is so pretty at work. Just looking at it made me feel good.”
Looking at the performance with melodrama eyes, I decided on the performance and blew off the carpet bombing of garbage remarks.
The way he couldn’t even say a simple greeting properly was stupid, but he was so cute that it made him feel good, so it wasn’t a lie. Garbage comments mixed with the truth always had a stronger stench.
“Yes…? Ah… Hi! That… Yes… Me too… No… That… That is… Not… Hey!… Hey!”
Piyuyong-. Kwaaaaa!!!!!
Yeon-joo, who was hit directly by a trash missile, stuttered and couldn’t even say a single word properly, like an artificial intelligence robot whose thought circuit was completely broken. Yeon-joo’s eyes were spinning round and round, and his cheeks were very red, as if the hot energy that had gone down a little burst out again with a bang. It was like seeing the red man in the legend.
The performance of the red human being was both cute and erotic. It was no exaggeration to say that his face his blushed, and even the white and thin nape of his neck his dyed red was spectacular.
I thought I knew a little bit why the Draculas would go crazy in order to drive their sharp fangs into the nape of a slender woman’s neck.
“This… Yeonjoo, are you okay? Are you surprised that I went so far?”
“Ah… I… That… That… So…”
“I’m sorry. You must have felt burdened about this when we first met today…”
“No… That… Fine… Okay… Looks like…”
“Don’t worry too much about it. Just because I like it doesn’t necessarily mean that way. I just like Yeon Joo himself so much that just being with him is enough.”
“Ah… Yes… Yes… Me too… “
“Thank god. Mr. Yeonjoo, shall we go shopping now?”
Instead of answering, the performer nodded a couple of times.
Yeonjoo and I walked the streets of Cheongdam-dong side by side. Their bodies were close, but they did not hold Yeonjoo’s hand.
Judging from the performance’s attitude, I would have loved it if I had liked holding hands, but I would never have hated it, but even so, I did not hold Yeonjoo’s hand until the end, maintaining only a close distance where each other’s arms could barely touch each other.
After bombarding the melon eye with a garbage carpet, it was time to calm down the irritation. It’s scary when a war suddenly breaks out after being peaceful. Even if an air raid alarm went off in a situation where it was already a war, it was just a tragic BGM.
Yeon-joo dragged me around to several stores, and finally bought a shirt at the last store.
It was pretty, but I declined, saying that it was burdensome because the price was over 300,000 won.
Watching him coolly scratching a 300,000 won shirt while working part-time at a cafe, the performance was definitely a golden spoon.
“Yeonju-san, thank you very much. Aren’t they too expensive?”
“Ah… No. It’s okay. I just want to buy… I was really thankful for today. Mr. Minjun… Say it’s okay even if I made a mistake… Because you listened to me… For protecting me… Thank you so much.”
Even though Yeonjoo gave me a shirt worth 300,000 won, he bowed his head to me and thanked me. It was the epitome of Hogu, but it didn’t make me feel bad. Because I was the one holding the hukou of the performance.
“Then is there any better time?”
“Yes?”
“I can’t just receive and send gifts like this. Let’s have dinner together. We.”
“Ah… That…”
“It can’t?”
“No!! Good… Like!!”
Yeon-ju hesitated to see if there was something on his mind, but when I asked him one more time, he immediately changed his attitude.
I was concerned about whether it was really okay, but I pretended not to know because I was too lazy to pay attention to the situation of the performance.
“What kind of food do you like?”
“Ah… Eat anything!”
“Are you drinking?”
“Yes?! Yes…. Yes!”
Likewise, the answer was very unpleasant, but I didn’t care, I searched for nearby restaurants on my cell phone and made a reservation.
After taking a taxi for about 5 minutes, we saw the building of the restaurant we reserved, and we went inside.
The restaurant was an izakaya in the form of a room. I thought Japanese food would be okay as a meal or a snack, and I chose it because I thought being alone in the room would be nice, but it didn’t seem like a bad choice.
I called the waiter over and ordered some good-looking food and one of the most expensive sakes (very petit bourgeois, but I always wanted to try something like this when I had more money).
When the waitress left, only me and the performance remained in the room. Before the awkward silence fell, I spoke to Yeon Joo.
“How old is Yeon-joo?”
“Ah… I am twenty-one.”
“Are you my sister? I am twenty now.”
“Eh~?”
Hearing my age, Yeonjoo showed a useful reaction when the entertainers on a Japanese variety show were surprised.
‘Eh?’. Is it that surprising? It’s obviously not presbyopia.
“If you surprise me like that, it hurts me. Mr. Yeonju.”
“Ah… No… It’s not like that… So much… That… You’re so gentle, I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
Even though I had heard the word old, it was the first time I had heard the expression gentle. And Yeonju, you really don’t have eyes for people.
There are few people who are not as polite as me. You will be surprised when you see his words and actions while playing the game.
“It’s okay. Mr. Playing How important is age? It was enough as long as we liked each other.”
“Yes. Yes! Yes. I agree… It’s important…”
A performance that nodded loudly at my words.
No matter how I looked at it, Yeonjoo seemed to be saying everything I said was correct.
Even if I asked to have sex, wouldn’t he accept it?
Nope. Wake up you crazy bastard. It’s not the timing yet.
If you were just going to have sex, it wouldn’t have been this difficult. Not yet.
It’s never too late to have sex later. The sex.
“Sex… So, what is your gender?”
“… Yes?”
Oh shit My brain was full of nothing but sex, so I was speechless. A fucking sexy bird!
“It’s not the biological gender, it’s the mental gender. I wonder if there is a gender that you are aiming for. I am very interested in gender issues these days.”
I had no fucking interest in gender issues. Recently, my only interests were money and women, and a lot of money and pretty women. But fortunately it was fortunate.
Yeon Joo’s face, which looked confused, began to calm down as she somehow glossed over the words she picked up on the Internet.
“Ah… I don’t know about that…”
“Then Yeonju, do you have any other fields of interest or hobbies?”
“I… There’s nothing like that. I have no hobbies… I have no friends… Oh, sorry for saying this all of a sudden.”
Having no friends was good news. Because I was the only person the performer could rely on in the future.
“No. It’s okay. But are you really surprised?”
“What?”
“I have no friends. To a cute, pretty, and kind person like Yeon Joo.”
“… Ah…Ugh…”
Piyuyong-. Kwaaaaa!!!!!
While I was careless, another bombardment of garbage mentors flew in. This time it was really critical.
Yeon-joo lost his language and groaned like a newborn baby.
‘This should be enough. I need to finish it soon.’
The time seemed ripe. I devised a plan to launch a ruthless occupying force on Mujugongsan Mountain called Yeonju.
In the heart of the performer, I had to plant the flag of my country, a flag that would never be broken.
No matter what happens later, even if I mingle with other women every day, the flag of irreplaceable trash in the world that will never be shaken, I had to drive deep into Yeon-joo’s fragile heart her.
Because even though I was going to fuck all kinds of women, Yeonjoo still wanted me to look only at me and allow my body only for me.
I knew it was a trash psychopath, but I didn’t care. She decided to live as she coveted, and she had no intention of giving what I coveted to others.
Therefore, the performance had to be solely my own, without leaving even a speck of dust. She had to depend solely on me physically and mentally.
So, I was spitting out the words that a player with low self-esteem would want to hear, in a format that they would want to hear.
It’s greasy to me, but to Yeonju, it’s like the sweetest thing in the world.
“It’s because Yeon-joo is so kind.”
“Ah… To… Yes?”
“I guess other people are stupid. I can’t recognize Yeon Joo like this.”
“… Ha ha…Ugh…”
“Yeonju-san, you look like an angel… In my eyes.”
When he said ‘In my eyes’, he did n’t forget to put melodrama on his eyes and looked at Yeon-joo, who was almost crying.
“… Ugh… Cadet… I-I said that… It’s my first time hearing it… Too… Whoa… Thank you. Mr. Min-jun.”
Judging by the reaction of the performance, it seemed that my flag was firmly planted in the depths of the performance.
Like sherbet on the bonnet of a car heated all day in the midsummer sun, the performance melted away.
