Chapter 476 – Lucius and Evangeline Go to Earth (2)
Dawn light illuminated the windows. One by one, the lights were coming on in the long row of dark buildings. The sunlight rising over the horizon was dyeing the sky from a dark blue to a light scarlet. I was writhing in the middle of the bed, surrounded by my wives. Eve was holding my arm. She held my hand like a hugging pillow and rubbed her body.
My leg was occupied by a Leica. She was holding my legs tight like someone hanging from a log. There was a selu stretched over my stomach. I gently tug her her tail her, which swayed intermittently, and pulled her over my stomach. Seluga flopped and fell onto the mattress.
As Selou fell onto the mattress, Elsie jerked her tail up in surprise. However, there was no sign of moving again, probably because of the accumulated fatigue. I stroked Elsie’s hair once. Elsie wiggled her limbs to see if she was in a good mood and she crawled towards me a little.
Next it was the turn of the legs of her. He quietly removed the Leica, which was still holding onto her leg, and attached it to Eve. Eve groped in her sleep and hugged Laika tightly. Laika muttered, sticking out her tongue and habitually licking Eve’s cheek.
“Umm, Lucius-sama… My cheeks are just as soft as Mr. Sellu’s…”
“Yes… Groom. It’s not a dog, why are you licking my cheek…”
Seeing Eve talking in her sleep she made me laugh. When I carefully slipped out of the bed, there was an A.A sleeping in a strange position under the bed. How many times was it She grabbed Ai’s ass and fucked her like crazy at her bedside her. She seemed to have fallen asleep in that position.
Soya was lying on A.A’s bedside. When I got out of bed, the recoil made her Soya’s chest thump. I rubbed her Soya’s breasts once and then left the bed.
Karin was asleep on the sofa. I stroked Karin’s hair once. Karin shook her head and murmured.
“If you do that, you won’t bleed. You have to cut it according to the grain so that it doesn’t bleed.”
Fuck.
I slipped her hand away from Karin. My brother was in the small room with the TV. Her brother her was sitting on the bed in the room watching TV with a cup of coffee she didn’t know where she got it from. On TV, a variety show popular a few years ago was being broadcast. If you look closely, you were looking through the back view.
“What are you doing?”
“Watch TV.”
The younger brother replied briefly. There was a hint of fatigue in her voice. It seemed that he hadn’t slept well because he had been bothered by some kind of noise all day. She grimaced and grew as I grinned.
“A beast? Why do you only have sex all day?”
“Are you sick?”
At my words, my sister shook her head and took another sip of coffee. This entertainment program was her brother’s favorite program when he was young. It was one of her sister’s must-watch programs along with terrestrial dramas until she fell ill.
Her brother was staring at her program, her eyes twinkling. I also remembered this program. Come to think of it, at one point, she even tried videotaping her brother in the hope that he would get better. I quit after I learned that there was a good feature called replay, but it was one of the programs that had a lot of meaning to me.
“Brother. They say this is over.”
“Know. It was completed three years or so after you collapsed.”
“The entertainment program has its end. I thought there was no such thing.”
“Everything in the world is like that. Anyway, it’s over. Even if I knew it wouldn’t end, in the end I had no choice but to see the word ‘end’.”
“I’m watching episode 453 right now.”
Her brother said so and showed the replay box. There are still 37 episodes left. I said.
“There is a lot left. Watch it sparingly slowly.”
“Looking at it now, it’s such a waste. Stop watching There are still two days left. I want to gather all my family and see it together tonight.”
“I don’t know if you will like it.”
Humor reflects the culture of the country. Will this humor code work for people who have lived in other cultures? My brother emptied the coffee cup. She tossed the glass into the air at her and she disappeared with a rocking sound through her space as if it had been thrown into her water. Her brother brushed her hair back and told me.
“Brother. Let’s go.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
She knew where she wanted to go. It was early morning, so maybe now was the best time. Her brother shook his head as I mumbled.
“Brother, hurry up. Let’s get out quickly I mean, I came here to do this.”
“The mart hasn’t opened yet.”
“Convenience stores are all open. I will move on my own anyway, so what does it matter?”
“Okay. Then let’s go.”
I nodded her head at her words her and jumped up. Silence filled the room until we changed our clothes and left. Before leaving, I simply wrote a note on the table.
[Free time today. Please return to your accommodation by evening.]
And just before closing the door and leaving, I looked at the scenery in the room once more. The wives were sleeping soundly. My brother beckoned. I carefully closed the door and walked out with her sister her.
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“Ramen is not spicy, this and this. Buy cup noodles too. Shall we buy dumplings too?”
“Buy dumplings too. Don’t be spicy Because you can’t eat spicy food. Also buy the ham. Ham and pepper and stuff like that. Buy canned food too.”
“And, buy shampoo and toothpaste. Digestive medicine. Buy all the fire extinguishers and have them stocked up. What else should I buy?”
A large convenience store has been busy taking pictures of things on a post machine since morning. Items were piled up like mountains in front of the checkout counter. I faced an exponentially rising number as she brought all her items to the counter.
“Let’s buy some water. Everything.”
Albasaeng weighed the items we were paying with her mouth wide open, then looked out again. There were few passers-by in front of the convenience store at dawn, and we came on foot without a car. Albasaeng, who was receiving guests with a hazy gaze, asked us with her sleepy face.
“Are you okay? How are you going to carry all of this?”
“Please do the math. Do you have any canned food in stock?”
“Ah yes. They are in stock.”
“Then, please clean up all that stock, too. Ham, canned food, ramen and everything. If you have water, give it to me.”
“Ah yes. Wait?”
A convenience store part-timer went into the warehouse and brought a box with a whimper. When I added another item on top of the items that were already loaded, there were so many items that two people couldn’t carry it. Part-timer looked at the mountain of objects that barely survived without falling over with a giddy face. Said his brother his.
“How much did it come out?”
“Ah yes. It is 1,784,530 won.”
When I heard that 2 million won came out, I burst out laughing. The part-timer was also looking forward to how we would calculate with his eyes wide open. The younger brother took out a wad of 50,000 won bills from his pocket and placed them on the counter. And he said this.
“Keep your change.”
And she knocked her things over with her fingers. While the part-time worker was counting the 50,000 won bills, many of the fallen items were sucked into her younger brother’s room and disappeared. We were walking away from the convenience store when he frantically counted the money and realized that the total was 2 million won.
The part-time worker, who had been questioning the customers who had disappeared for a while, also realized that the calculated amount was 1.78 million won, but the money received was 2 million won, so he could swallow the difference of 220,000 won, and completely forgot about the customers. .
“Did you look a little rich?”
Her brother her asked me. She didn’t know whose sister she was, but she did the same thing. I giggled and nodded. Because she reaffirmed that she and she were no different than me. After shopping at a nearby convenience store, we moved our gaze to the distant hillside village.
Strange vertical angles and complex and messy stairs welcomed us. Looking at these stairs made me short of breath and in a bad mood. It was because it was a staircase that had been going up and down for a very long time. Climbing these stairs on the way home from work couldn’t have been that long.
After my brother died, I counted the number of enemies who went up and down this road. The only time I went out was to buy a drink.
“It’s been a really long time.”
My brother said so with a grave face. To her, this street was a place both unfamiliar and familiar. It was his hometown thousands of years ago, and it was a place he wanted to visit at least once. I scratched her head and said this.
“It’s been a while for me too. Really.”
“Is the hostess well?”
“I don’t know.”
I said so. I really couldn’t figure it out. Half of the money was spent on rent, and the rest was spent on drinking. When she occasionally meets the landlord, she deliberately avoids the meeting because she squeezes her tears from her eyes, asking what to do with the death of her brother her. She must have thought I had a job.
But in reality, instead of getting a job and running into the future, I was pouring myself a drink and running to my death. I thought that was natural.
“I don’t know if you want to be well.”
“I know. Will you like the gift?”
I couldn’t tell. I was half way up the stairs now. Her brother brushed her hair back and gave her a nervous look. I told my brother
“What are you so nervous about? You wouldn’t even recognize it anyway.”
“I know. I’m just nervous She was a very nice lady.”
We could see our house in the distance. I always called that house my home. Because I really wanted it to be our house someday. Her aunt her had promised that as long as she owned this house, she would give us a lower rent for my brother and sister.
He also prepared side dishes and chatted for a long time about his brother his. It really was “Our” Home. It was our house where we wanted to live with our brother. The moment my brother died, it was also a space that became someone else’s house.
“My house.”
“Not anymore. Brother.”
My sister heard my murmur and shook her head. Her words somehow seemed to draw a clear line. I nodded her head and responded to her words.
“Right. Not anymore.”
I saw a house Standing in front of the gate of the house, a woman I had seen many times was spraying water on her steps her with a pensive face on her face. Seeing her like that, I couldn’t help but admit it. This was no one else’s house. This was our house. I said.
“Thinking about it again. Still, it feels like our home.”
