Chapter 8 – Hero Ian and Monica
Three shadows approaching from afar.
Ian, realizing their true identity, was startled and tried to get up.
If Seo-joon hadn’t been stopped by his older brother, he would have shown an unmanly timidity. A man like a man…! It was something Seojun always emphasized to Ian.
Those who approached, casting shadows under the yellow sun hanging on the horizon, were the town’s famous mischievous young men.
Not too long ago, it was a bully group headed by Seo-joon, and they were also the ones who harassed Ian.
If Seo-joon in the past watched while giggling, they directly hit Ian, knocked him over, and covered him with muddy water.
Ian’s body still had memories of being bullied as a child. Of course, if I were to fight them right now, I was confident that I would win, but I couldn’t help the fear that had settled in my body.
“What are these bastards? Why again?”
When Seo-joon asked with his arms crossed, the men approaching vigorously scratched the Volga.
Also, his brother was right. A man like a man…! No matter how many of my guys come in droves, they act so confidently that they can’t say anything and just parent.
Stern, the sharp-looking bucktoothed man, stammered out.
“That···. The other day, Marie, there are the guys from the next village who made her commit suicide…”
Number of animals···! Ian opened her eyes and glared at the man who had spit out her words. Marie was a virgin who took her own life after being tortured by a bully in De Hero, a village across the river.
The reason Ian raised her eyes like this was because she was Lily’s second sister…
Lily suffered from it, she suffered from aphasia for a while, and her mother grabbed her by the back of the neck and fell dead.
Ian’s adoptive father Jack barely stopped Lily’s father, the hunter Booker, from making a fuss that he would kill them all. Now both of them have regained their stability, but I couldn’t forgive them for their sins.
It was quiet for a while…
It seemed that the guys had started running around again.
“I saw those bastard girls doing laundry in the fabric. I heard you tried to spy on women taking a bath while hiding on the back of a rock, but you were caught and ran away…?”
“Those bastards…!”
Ian jumped up in anger. Seo-joon patted Ian’s shoulder and told him to calm down.
“Therefore? What should we do…?”
When Seo-jun asked, the guys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They were just angry and came to confide in their leader, Seo-jun. The decision was not theirs. It was the responsibility of their leader, Seo-jun.
Seo-joon looked up at the sky with his arms crossed for a while, pondered, then opened his mouth.
“Well, it hasn’t happened yet, so let’s not get too excited. I’ll have to make up for it though. When girls go to the bath, tell them not to go alone, but to go in groups. If you ever have to go to Gaecheon, be sure to tell your parents and go. You guys, let me prepare in advance.”
At Seojun’s words, the young men swallowed their saliva with heartless expressions and nodded their heads.
“What, what are you ready for?”
Ian was so curious, so when I asked again, Seojun grinned and tousled Ian’s hair.
“You prepare for field work tomorrow. I need to help Uncle Jack. We’ll take care of this. Because we have no future and nothing to do.”
Saying so, Seo-joon dragged the young men and disappeared somewhere.
It seemed like they were going to go to a tavern, have a drink at least, and lay out their plans. Ian felt like a chimney wanting to join them, but Seojun didn’t seem to let him go.
He only thought of sneaking in when things went according to plan later on.
“Hey Ian, be careful going in…”
Stern, a young man with a large mole under his nose and a protruding bucktooth, held up a hand to Ian.
He was the one who bullied Ian the most.
He was a man who had a crush on Lily to the point of stealing Lily’s underwear when he was young.
Perhaps because of that love affair, he was the man who tried the hardest to ruin Ian’s reputation, such as pushing Ian’s ass when he was pooping or stealing Ian’s clothes while he was washing himself in a stream and making him return naked. .
However, 15 days ago, less than a day had passed since Seo-Jun hyung collapsed from a fever, Stern came back with a disfigured face and apologized to Ian.
I have come to apologize for my misbehavior to you because I was young and lacking…
Even Lily, who was with him, saw Stern again. Even so, she said that Lily would not accept Stern’s confession…
Ian was a little confused that day, but he accepted the apology.
I found out later that Seojun had beaten Stern. Indeed, Lily remembers that she added about him like this.
“Forcing people to apologize with violence is also a bad thing… That guy Seo-joon is the same guy.”
It was nice that Stern had apologized to Ian for his misdeeds, but it meant nothing if he was forced to do so. However, Ian’s intentions were a little different.
I wondered if an apology forced by someone could be an apology.
In fact, Ian once asked Stern why he was so mean to me. The guy snorted and replied:
“You’re bullying me because you’re a dick, you fucking dick. Come on? If you twist it, you’ll eat more of your mother’s milk and grow up to fight…! Ah, she’s not her real mother, so she can’t wash it…?”
What would have happened if Ian hadn’t endured it and jumped at it? If it wasn’t for the rice cake…? If only I had the power to defeat him…?
If he had, Stern wouldn’t have bothered him. That he could affirm. As far as Ian knew, Stern was a despicable kind of little man who was weak to the strong and strong to the weak.
So, if the apology was not sincere, what would it be?
He was better than not getting an apology. Just like the guys from the next town never came to apologize.
If our village had the power, if it had the power to judge and question the injustice, it would not have tried to invade the island from the other side.
At least the parties would have come and apologized.
Ian was deeply troubled in many ways. What is right and what is not right. Ian was at an age to worry about.
As I trudged away from the mill, my thoughts biting my tail, I heard a whispering voice behind me.
“Ian!”
Hearing the voice that seemed to tickle his ear, Ian jumped in surprise and turned around.
There her maiden, thinly dressed in her clothes, was hiding behind her post and beckoning to him.
Curly blonde hair with straight legs. Blue eyes.
It was Monica, the fifth daughter of the mill family.
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The sky was getting completely dark. When I returned after the day had completely gone, it was clear that my mother would say something.
Ian bit his lip as he stood still.
“Ian…!”
Inside the dark mill, Monica, a young girl holding out her white hand and waving it, stares at Ian, asking what she is doing.
Before she could get angry, Ian glanced around her and trudged into the mill.
It looked like a demon with wide wings opening its mouth and swallowing the boy.
Ian entered the mill and hurriedly closed the door. Slowly without making a sound…
Fortunately, there were no lights outside. It was dark now and I would have to carry a lantern, so it was clear that no one was around here. No one will see
A sharp voice from behind pierced my ears.
“What are you thinking that you are not answering my words?”
Monica sat with her legs crossed on a pile of straw, snapping her long, straight legs. Monica, with her leather boots covering her ankles beside her, was her bare feet.
Ian looked behind her and gulped at Monica’s slender ankles and her smooth, immaculate instep.
It was because Ian already knew what that foot could do for him.
“Ian…?”
“Oh, I’m sorry! Now, thinking about something else for a moment.”
“Then what were you thinking…? Could it be that Lily wasn’t thinking of that savage milk boy…?”
Monica’s blue eyes stabbed Ian’s chest sharply.
Ian held her by the chest, caught her breath, and shook her head.
“That, it can’t be…! Lily is just my childhood friend…!”
“Is that so…?”
As if she had never done that, Monica immediately relaxed her expression and smiled, raising the corners of her mouth. She said Ian too haha… And she laughed weakly.
Monica got up on the straw and she moved around her Ian.
Ian stood still, her legs shaking at the anticipation that gripped her chest and her guilt.
Monica was a very mature woman.
Her breasts were big, her hips were big, and her legs were straight, so there were many young people who talked dirty about her with her Monica.
Saying that I want to die in her big tits, or wanting to bury her face in her buttocks and lick her as much as I want…
There were even men with wives among those who said such things.
I’ve heard her talk a lot, she’s like a drunken Monica, giggling that she’s a really good woman.
At that time, Ian, who did not know anything, asked the man what rice cake was. The man who didn’t know that Ian was listening screamed loudly to get the kids off.
Anyway, no matter how pretty Monica was, she wasn’t quite as good as Lily.
Lily was a heaven-sent angel, a heaven-sent goddess. As far as she knew, there was no one as beautiful as her.
Those who knew the relationship between Lily and her Ian did not rush to speak out about her obscenity in front of her Ian.
But when he wasn’t there, Ian knew that she was prone to talking dirty about Lily. That’s what men are.
Although Ian thought that the guys who made jokes like that were vulgar guys… When Monica secretly came to visit me in the dark of the night, I had a subtle imagination without even realizing it.
The kind of shady imagination that allows Monica to gently caress Ian’s with her tender hands, to touch her soft breasts, as her men whispered.
And now, that imagination has become a reality…
That dark night. On the day when the crescent moon lightly illuminated the road, Monica, who secretly came to me, smiled shyly and asked Ian, “Do you want to meet secretly…?” What I said
Ian tried to refuse because of Lily, but he couldn’t help but accept Monica, who pulled out her knife, saying that she would rather die if he didn’t accept her.
Besides, don’t you secretly ask me to meet you? To save Monica, this is the best way… Ian repeated to himself.
If she hid it well, Lily wouldn’t even notice…
That was a fortnight ago.
