CHAPTER 4

"What? You're giving me time to run away? Who are you? Huh! To give me time."

Jumi downed the last drop of wine from her glass while glaring at the handsome man's necktie standing before her. Her drunken slur echoing in her ears. She drank the whole bottle until it was empty. She even stuck out her tongue and licked the wine bottle's rim glass. She told him she wouldn't drink all of it, but in the end, the wine he gave her was non-existent now. She knew he drank quite a bit of the strong whiskey earlier in the restaurant, but even after drinking at least 6 glasses, he looked sober and damn fine.

"Well, if you just stop moving my world won't spin, wouldn't it? Do you know I'm also the president and executive at my own Café! Now you sit down because my neck hurts from looking at you, you're tall as a tree!"

Instead of sitting down, the man stayed standing up but was now leaning crookedly against the wall, staring at the ceiling as if praying to God.

In fact, her vision was blurring in all directions due to the hot energy coming from drinking too much alcohol. She heard a vibration from somewhere earlier. The sound seemed to come from deep inside his pocket. However, the man did not answer his phone.

"Choi Ju-"

"What are you? Who are you to me?"

Jumi shook the bottle she was holding as if she was about to drop it to the floor.

"Why are you hurting me? Who gave you the right to hurt me?"

"If you don't come to your senses, I will strip you naked and kick you out."

"Take it off?! Yes, take it all off you bastard!"

Actually, Jumi regretted it. She shouldn't have gone to that engagement party. The couple were someone who had already been eradicated from her life. It wasn't a lie. Although she said to Hye-seon that she had no regrets, that didn't mean her heart didn't hurt. She attended and came out with her back straight, her chest out and her chin up saying that she could live well without the pain those two people caused her. However in reality, the fact that she wasn't the proud Choi Jumi inside this hard shell she created made it difficult for her to bear the sorrow.

Did I live my life the wrong way? My life is not short but even if I look 28 years back, I have no good memories. Every single one of them is never a good memory because I never had the chance to make decisions for myself. I had no freedom. Even the easiest love I found in the world did not go as planned. What a fool am I?It's a love that everyone else has that I never had and would never have.

Jumi placed her lips on the mouth of the wine bottle, but her wrist was instantly grabbed.

She looked up at Jeong Yun-kyo, who was grasping her hand firmly. Although he seemed fine, the atmosphere seemed strangely relaxed.

Could it be that this man was also drunk? His hand holding my wrist was tenderly warm.

"I said my neck hurts... I told you, you're a giant. Well, none of this... doesn't work the way I want."

She blinked her eyes tightly, heated by the alcohol. Still, the man in front of her didn't waver.

"Choi Jumi. Let's not do something we will regret..."

"I don't just regret it now! I've regretted it my whole life! This won't happen again, I won't let it! Aaah..."

Her staggering body leaned forward towards that hard body of the man. Her cheek touched his wide chest. As it was, the strength in his strong arms were released. His heavy scent together with his manly perfume wrapped around her skin. She doesn't know if his body temperature was high to begin with, or if he was also hot due to the alcohol he drank, but the body she was hugging felt surprisingly warm and comfortable.

My heart is pounding inside my chest. This man's heart is also pounding hard. It was warmer than I expected. No, very much so. My head is aching, too. It felt like my body was shaking as if someone was holding me by the back and hanging me in the air like a rag doll. I felt like I was a seaweed slowly sinking beneath the water.

"I'm cold and... It's warm... you're too warm..."

"Jumi..."

Jumi started rubbing her face on his muscular chest, her hands gripping his suit tightly. Her body leaning on his. She was afraid to fall.

"Why is your chest so broad? It's as big as the Pacific Ocean, isn't it?"

"Keep yourself together."

There was anger mixed in his intermittent sighs, but he kept his temper in tow. After the man's long sigh, a vibration reverberated. The next thing that happened she felt him moved. This time he received the phone call.

"Yes, Gwangmi?"

Every time he utters a word, her heart beats erratically and heavily. Feeling this warm and pleasant touch, she reached out her hand and embraced the man's waist a little tighter. The sound of his regular heartbeat that is neither excited nor subdued calms her racing mind. Jumi's whole body, violently consumed by the alcohol, was leaning against the warm resonance of his sturdy chest.

"I won't do it anymore. I am content now..."

A shallow sigh. Even with that subtle vibration, her alcohol-soaked body trembled slightly.

"It's not possible right now, but yes, I understand."

Hearing his voice subside, she pinched the coat on his back with her hand. Still, the man said nothing. Jumi lifted her chin from his chest and slowly raised her head to look at his handsome face.

He always has a restrained face. Will that face ever crumble? I thought it would be thrilling to see the sky falling, but it was a pity that I didn't have the courage to do so.

"Unlucky." She giggled.

"What?"

"Ahh, you're angry... I see your expression has changed."

Actually, she'd seen wrinkles between his eyebrows many times. He frowns a lot since she met him.

"You keep crossing the line."

"Well, then what are you going to do about it?"

The man who looked like he was going to hit me, once again showed restraint. He took a deep breath.

"Make sure you lock your doors properly."

The hands holding her arms pulled away, but her heavy head kept falling down like a magnet made of dozens of weights unto his chest. The more she did this, the more her head started spinning as if she was standing on an upside-down Earth, and her chest tightened as if someone was squeezing and massaging it. The consciousness of him gradually moving away spread like an echo returning from hitting a peak.

"You know... by the way... thank you. Thank you." She mumbled like a crazy person.

"You're welcome", he nodded his head.

The hand that was hugging him lost strength and her body almost broke as she fell to the side and fell on the floor. No, a large chest held her collapsed body. Jumi can barely raised her eyes. His red lips were right in front of her and she couldn't keep her eyes away. It looks warm and kissable. He also seemed strong and he smell so good. She couldn't see very well so she opened her eyes several times, but the exhaustion of her stamina led to the exhaustion of her energy. She reached out her hand and grabbed the man's cheek. The sound was unclear, as if her ears were filled with water, but she liked the soft, pleasant low-pitched voice coming from those lips, lingering in her ears.

Kim Jung hyun's cheeks were also warm like this. This man looked cold, but there was this warmth.

Jumi closed her eyes even tighter. In her blurred consciousness, Kim Jung hyun's face was a blur. It was perfect. Even the alcohol she had been drinking because she wanted to get drunk was not enough to make her forget. She was angry. No matter how much she drank, everything became clearer now. It was finally the world she wanted, a world where everything was unclear.

I didn't know it would come to me like this, but...

In the world of her imagination, this warmth was an unexpected surprise. It made her heart race, but paradoxically, it also helped her heart find stability. Jumi placed her cheek against something warm and soft and hugged his neck tightly.

She willingly gave up her body to the feeling of slowly sinking into the depths of the sea, but she didn't want to let go. This time, she definitely won't let herself be helpless.

"Don't go... don't leave me again. Please...", she pleaded.

Jumi rubbed her cheeks and lips against his and grabbed hold of them.

"I don't want to let you go..."

This time, I'll make sure not to let this warmth go.

Jumi will never again let go of what she was holding like the fool that she was. She promise to herself not to back out now, and she won't back down from her father either. She will never lose to people like Jo Yumi again. As her resolution deepened, her greed for what she was holding on became stronger.

The contact became softer. Something warm and moist touched her tongue. The strange feeling of something soft and tingling in her lower abdomen, the feeling of relying on human instincts rather than reason, and emotions that she had never felt before in her life, created a new image as if changing her views. Her legs were giving out. Her body, which had relaxed for the first time after being tense all day, kept melting into this soft touch, which was like a catalyst that relaxed the stiffness. It felt so hot that her mind went blank for the first time in a long time, so she actually liked it.

There was something more exciting than the imagination she once had about Jung hyun and herself. Jung hyun's hand? Jung hyun's lips? She couldn't even open her eyes anymore, but she hoped it wasn't Jung hyun. These man's hands were softer and stronger than those of Jung hyun. When she tried opening her eyes, she was so afraid that this man might be Jung hyun but she couldn't open her eyelids any longer. Even if it were Jung hyun, she's afraid she wouldn't be able to shake it off.

That's because I'm scared now... like an idiot. I really hope this hotness is not Jung hyun, I really want this man.

Before the thing that flowed from the corner of her eyes could fall, their bare skin collided.

It was so good to feel the thick and moist things that were hotly clashing and intertwined. To the point where everything became tangled, dulled, broken, and torn. As her heart became more generous, her body relaxed as she accepted him into her. Her hot breath burst out of her mouth. She was sure that this solid thing that she was holding on to would at least not harm her. At the time, she didn't know that there was nothing more impulsive and dangerous than the consequences by the convictions of a drunken person.

Even though her body was swallowed up by an impulse as big as the depths of the earth, and she was shaken like a tidal wave without even a single thought, it was nice just to be immersed in the heat of this moment and have her distracting thoughts castrated away. Everything that overlaps is hot. She let everything flow as if she was drifting away in the violently mixing waves. It feels like an intruder has entered the hard shell of the clam, touching the tight flesh and pounding the precious pearl.

Even when she was already in a state of ecstasy, obscene sounds leaked out endlessly through her gaping teeth.

Entangled in this hot thing, she chased and devoured it fiercely, from above and below, receiving and pouring out everything it has given her. A spark exploded somewhere secretly inside her body that she had never experienced before but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. It exploded like a surge of electric current that flowed backwards from the tips of her feet to the top of her head.

Would fate have been different for her if it hadn't been for this night when she gave in to her explosive impulses for the first time?

I didn't know at the time that that night was the flash point that would shake everything around me. That it will turn my world upside down as my purity and innocence was gone in an instant.

What on earth happened that night?

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"Boss, you're here."

Gwangmi bowed his head to Jeong Yun-kyo as he waited by the elevator. Yun-kyo is heading to the chairman's office while listening to Gwangmi's brief briefing on yesterday's events. Gwangmi knew that what happened last night was an unplanned route for him. He glanced at his Boss and noticed him silently contemplating his thoughts, but Gwangmi soon continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

"And the guy you mentioned yesterday, I caught him... but you told me to keep him alive, so I did all that."

When the elevator dashboard signaled that it had arrived at the lobby, Gwangmi pressed the open button on the elevator, which had not yet opened.

"Anyway, about last night-"

Gwangmi stopped midsentence and bowed at the person who came through the open door. A woman was smiling widely at them.

"Good morning, Director Song Hayoung." Gwangmi greeted the woman but she ignored him. Her eyes were automatically focused on Yun-kyo.

"Oh, the director is here. If I had known that you would come, I should have waited a little longer."

As if she was sad to see Yun-kyo leave, she adjusted her bag and fiddled with it's strap.

"Because coffee and alcohol taste better when you drink them together."

When there was no response, Song Hayoung couldn't find anything else to say and awkwardly turned to go on her way.

"Ah... Well, good luck then, Director. See you later."

Yun-kyo looked away from her as he got into the elevator that she had left. As the door closed without a word, a still silence came. Gwangmi, who has been paying close attention to his Boss since a while ago, is unable to easily open his mouth now and let his lips stop moving.

This was unusual. Gwangmi, who knew very well that this kind of behavior was not something the Boss' likes, immediately straightened his back and stood upright.

"What's the name?"

"Pardon?"

"The bastard's name."

Gwangmi got startled by his Boss' forceful words for a moment.

"Oh, that's it."

The elevator opened on the 23rd floor. He followed his Boss, who walked ahead of him without saying another word.

Hyunsik, who was guarding the front of the chairman's office, spotted him and lowered his head.

"Chairman Kwon, Director Jeong is here."

The chairman is a sensitive and meticulous person. However, if that was the opposite , they all wouldn't have trusted and followed the chairman's ruling. The chairman cut off one of his little fingers. It was for his beloved subordinate Jeong Yun-kyo. He doesn't like words like petty loyalty and trust. In any case, the mind of an animal can change like the flip of a coin, so trusting and relying on someone also meant sacrificing one's life. He wasn't stupid enough to gamble with such trivial emotions, but for the first time, there was someone he wanted to trust.

Chairman Kwon solved the problem of not having a son through his Boss, Director Jeong. The daughter born by Jo Kang-ji, the chairman's deceased wife, who died a long time ago, has also died. So he chose Yun-kyo as his succesor. The Chairman has a habit of saying that he is the same as if he was his own son.

Jeong Yun-kyo, who was born with a sharp mind and was accustomed to punching, followed him loyally since he was young, so there was no reason to push him aside. There were times when Chairman Kwon was annoyed by Jeong Yun-kyo, and the person who caused a rift in the strong trust between the two men was the chairman's new young wife, Song Hayoung.

Since Song Hayoung became Chairman Kwon's third wife, Chairman Kwon has implicitly hinted at having another successor other than Yun-kyo. It was Kim Hyeong-jun, the son and nephew of Chairman Kwon's cousin.

"If you meet this or that woman, won't you be able to breathe? It's time for our Yun-kyo to get married, but you are too indifferent. It's good to have buxom girls as your mistresses and satisfy your lust whenever you feel like it, but after all that, shouldn't you have a wife who only sees you when you go home? When thinking about having your own successor, it is an issue that cannot be delayed any longer."

"With that in mind, my friend who is like a brother to me prepared a special date for you. Think of it as a gift. Executive Director Choi has a daughter. By the way, she knows you too because you saw her a few days ago. Executive Director Choi is a person who has firmly controlled the power of Woosung with only his investment at stake. It's worth giving your strength to him and it's not a bad idea to go hand in hand and be allies. My brother will be disappointed if you will refuse this gift."

I knew that Song Hayoung was the reason the chairman suddenly did something ridiculous. I never thought that love, an emotion that would fly away like a tissue paper when you blow it, could be hidden as a variable. Confusing the mind, not the body, is quite alarming. It was more dangerous than anything else. So much so that the cold-hearted chairman was shaken.

What I thought was insignificant shook what I believed to be the strongest.

When he entered the chairman's office, there was a smell of coffee. It was also the scent left by Song Hayoung, who the chairman just had coffee with.

"Ah, Yun-kyo, come take a seat."

"You must not be busy, that you visit here so often."

"Hahaha are you being sarcastic? That's right. My wife just left, so I guess you met her on your way here."

Chairman Kwon's secretary thrusts a cup of coffee in front of him with a strong aroma that makes his nose hurt. Chairman Kwon seemed to be in a good mood as he gestured for him to come in.

"Anyway, what about Director Choi's daughter? Even though I arranged it, you have to choose your own partner and you should like her."

"Excuse me sirs, would you like another cup of coffee?"

Chairman Kwon readily nodded when the secretary asked if they would like another warm drink but Yun-kyo didn't respond.

"Yun-kyo have a cup of coffee, too. The beans my wife gave me are really good."

"No thanks. I received a call from Japan this morning. The PF project needs to be finalized, so I'd like to review it on my own."

"Oh, yes, that's right. It's busy there. Do whatever you want. When have I ever said anything about what you do?"

Chairman Kwon drank his coffee with a smug expression on his face. Leaving Yun-kyo wondering what did he found so satisfying.

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"Boss, you don't look good. Did you drink too much yesterday?"

"Ahh, yes... Kinda."

"I think you should stop drinking coffee. This is already your third cup of bitter espresso. Would you like a cup of lemon honey tea instead?"

"Yes, thank you. That'd be nice."

Jumi put her hands together on her pale face. She closed her eyes because it looks like she was seeing shining stars. Fractionated memories flooded her mind that frequently tormented her. When she opened her eyes, the strong sunlight made her head hurt even more.

When I opened my eyes around noon. I was lying face down on the edge of my disheveled bed, totally naked with a blanket covering my waist down. The night's events came to my mind in a series of blurry scenes. Only my natural state, the traces of his kiss marks and what that man left between my thighs as well as my aching body are the evidences of what transpired between us the night before.

He was nowhere to be found in the house. As it was originally, there was no trace of him there. It was as if it was all just a dream. However, the strong smell of his man's perfume and his distinctive manly scent lingers on the sheets and the chaos that they left in her kitchen, living room and bedroom reminded her that what happened yesterday was true and it wasn't a pigment of her imagination.

"Oh, thank you."

"By the way, I didn't see that guy anywhere. He didn't come today."

"Who?"

"Why, that creepy customer. The one who comes every day and only looks at you secretly."

"Ah, I have no idea."

Oh my God! Because of what happened last night, she had completely forgotten about the stalker. She was pre-occupied about how she would faced the morning.

How could I let that happen? I had an implicit belief that once I started work, I could clean up after myself. I can be responsible and that I would need no help from anyone. Rather I placed my faith on a man I barely knew. It was as if I had faith in his impeccable workmanship, which had brought him to that position based on the fact that he was good at his tasks in the gangster world. Now it felt like I was adding on bigger issues in my life instead of trying to resolve the situation right in front of me.

Last night was just a one-night stand. The problem was that it was her first to be with a man and the first one-night stand of her life! Anyway, it looks like it wasn't a big deal to him. It was just a matter of having sex with a random woman and a simple mistake. Fortunately or unfortunately, her memory is vague and incomplete.

Even though she thought about yesterday's events repeatedly and tried to make sense out of them, even trying to rationalize them, she still didn't feel refreshed.

Hangover was actually not the bigger problem here. As Jumi was drinking her tea and trying to sort out what had happened, a friendly face came inside the Café's door and came in without contacting her first.

"Hey, Jumi."

"Hye-seon."

It was the first time she had seen her since the engagement ceremony. When Jumi asked Hye-seon what was going on, she answered that she was on her way home from work and asked her to get some rest.

"Why is your face so pale? Did you exercise rigorously yesterday?"

"Huh? Ahh..."

"You don't get drunk very often. Who were you with that you opted to drink too much until you got so besotted? Surely, you didn't stay up all night together with a total stranger? So tell me, did you like it?"

Hye-sun joked as she went to order coffee. The problem was that it couldn't be dismissed as a simple joke. In no time at all, the steaming coffee that she ordered was ready.

I drank three cups of strong coffee after coming to work and felt like I was going to faint and collapse. I need to come to my senses.

(Ahh... ahh... The scorching heat of the man who entered deep inside her from behind. His teeth biting the nape of her neck as he pressed down deeply unto her pussy, claiming her innocence as his. The tingling thrill that erupted somewhere in the blurry vision that shook her whole body...)

"I need another cup of coffee."

"Are you sure you aren't sick? Your face is all red now."

"Yes I am."

"So why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Ah... my phone is broken."

"Waking up after drinking? That hangover is gonna kill you. Anyway, have you heard? Jo Yumi is pregnant before they got married. I knew there was something fishy going on. No wonder they got married quickly. This looks like a shotgun wedding to me. They said the rumor wasn't true but now the cat's out of the bag."

It was the order of events that was already expected by me. The sudden engagement, marriage, then pregnancy.

However, it wasn't that surprising at all because as it was a natural process for a couple in an intimate relationship.

"What time do you get off work today? I want to  check out for new appliances for our home. Come with me please. I just couldn't decide on which brands of refrigerator and washing machine I should buy. As you know, I can't match your talent on interior designing. So what do you think?"

"Hahaha, I won't be fooled by your flattery anymore."

"Ah, don't say that!"

Hye-seon tried to keep the rhythm in sync as she was worried that her mood would sink but there's truly nothing to worry about.

Jumi couldn't bear to say to her that the reason she was acting this way was because someone was busy doing all kinds of things to her body all night long. That's why she wasn't in the mood right now to even smile. All of her muscles that weren't used to having sex were throbbing and she was afraid to straighten her back. The place between her thighs was sore, too. It was scary to think of those strong hands that held her waist so tightly every time he penetrated her.

Hye-seon, her friend is planning to get married before summer comes, smiled brightly like a bride in spring. She looked so happy. Jumi was a little, just a little bit jealous of her for she found the one for her.

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"Yes, Madam. You can use it right away."

"Thank you very much."

While she was out with Hye-seon, she bought a new cell phone. The cell phone, which was dripping with glass shards, can no longer received any calls. As soon as she turned her new phone on, flooded text messages and missed calls started pouring in. Messages from her parents and even from Inho, regarding a customer's complaint about a creaking chair.

Jeong Yun-kyo...

Still, it would be right to make an appearance and inviting that man by buying him a meal as a thank you. It was obvious that it would be an extremely uncomfortable circumstance, but it was also true that he had helped me yesterday. I was so scared that I couldn't even stand, but funny enough, the moment I saw Jeong Yun-kyo, I thought he was the only place I could hide. I don't want to think about it again, but there were some ugly things I did while drinking, swearing at him and calling him names maybe, and I had to apologize for my actions.

"So why don't we go grab something to eat? I'm the one who dragged you out so it's my treat. It's almost dinner time now."

"Sorry. I have to go now Hye-son. I drank more than five cups of strong coffee today and now I'm feeling pretty tired."

"Are you sure you're okay? You look so tired the whole day. Is it because of me?"

"No, of course not. Thanks to you, I got to enjoy getting some fresh air. Is your fiancé coming to pick you up?"

"Yes. Why don't you get a ride with us?"

"No, I'm fine. I'll grab a cab. I'll go now."

"Yeah, okay then you can go first. Thanks for today and see you soon... Yes honey, I'm on my way now."

Jumi got hold of herself and hailed a taxi. It's been a while since she briefly considered going back to her parents' house, but that's where she was heading now. To their family mansion in Hannam-dong. Even so, she couldn't bear the thought of going all the way there with her body on the verge of collapse and having a conversation with her parents but first she needs to go home and clean up. The time has come to face the house that has been left messy and cluttered due to yesterday's occurrence. Even though she changed the door lock password, her anxiety did not completely disappear.

Jumi got off the taxi and walked to the front of her condo building. As she walked and the distance going to her home draws near, she felt a strange sense of tension.

Should I at least move out? I don't feel safe here any longer.

She walked hurriedly at a fast pace, wondering what kind of trouble she was going through because of all the crazy people surrounding her in this world, she saw a man get out of the passenger seat of the car parked in front of the entrance. Jumi slowly approached the man who was wearing a black suit. He looked familiar.

An unusual smell came from the man who bowed politely. She knew it. Having lived my entire life as the daughter of Executive Director Choi Woo-seok, there was no way she would have known this dangerous smell.

"Did my dad send you?"

"I was sent by Director Jeong."

Jeong Yun-kyo? Why did he do this? Is it because of what happened between us last night?

Considering what happened yesterday, which was just a one-night stand, she decided not to dwell on that thought, so she asked the man in front of her why he waited for her. Little did Jumi know that she would soon be blaming herself for what's going to happen next.

The man in the black suit walked towards the trunk of the car and opened it. She was puzzled as to why he was doing that, but as she approached the car to look what's inside the trunk, she almost collapsed right on that spot.

"Aah!!!"

Jumi covered my mouth with both hands.

She couldn't immediately recognize the man because he had clearly been beaten to a pulp, but it was definitely him. The stalker. The groaning man's eyes were swollen that he was unable to open them. Unlike her, who couldn't control her fluttering heart and was busy suppressing her shock and tension, the man in the black suit wore an emotionless expression that resembled his superior only recited what he wanted to say like a robot.

"At 12:00 on the 1st, at 18:00 on the 6th, we have confirmed that this man visited Boncha Café, and after the 7th, we will omit it since he only stayed at the same place within an hour for 30 days. This man again visited the Chad Bar at 20:00 on the 7th, and at Realvar Restaurant at 19:00 on the 9th."

The man mentioned time and place of events that were too familiar to her.

"And last night, at 10 o'clock, we confirmed that all records of entry to the villa were the same person."

"What are you doing? Why are you..."

"The Director has ordered me to personally confirm this with you."

I wasn't expecting a good way to deal with it, but there was no other way for me to solve it and the only person who could help me right away was Jeong Yun-kyo. I admit that I chose the direct route rather than the roundabout way seeking help from the police station and avoiding collecting evidences. There was nothing more to say since this effortless and clear evidence of stalking was brought before my eyes. But to this extent...

Jumi turned her head, unable to see any more of the man whose bloodied face was drying up.

"Then I take it that you're telling me to take care of it myself."

"Wait! You're not going to kill him, are you?"

"Well, I can't really tell you anything right now, Miss. We'll follow the Director's orders. Goodbye."

The black suit guy closed the trunk with a thud without a second thought. Jumi was left watching the car driving away, not having any idea on what to do. She came to her senses only after the car disappeared from sight. She quickly rummaged through my pockets.

I never thought that the first person I would call on my new cell phone that I bought less than an hour ago would be Jeong Yun-kyo... What the hell is happening? Argh! My migraine is starting again.

She found the phone number she had received from her father which he sent her when he told her to meet Yun-kyo for dinner. It was a number Jumi never saved or read even though she waited for him for over 3 hours. Fortunately, she didn't wait long before he answered the call.

[PC: Director Jeong Yun-kyo. This is Choi Jumi.]

[I'm listening.]

[That man, that is, the crazy guy who installed the hidden camera in front of my house. That man..."

[I'm busy, so keep it brief.]

[Are you going to kill him?]

[Isn't that why you let me decide?]

[No matter what happened before... I was wrong. I didn't mean to ask the Director to finish him off. That's too much! So please, I made a mistake. I shouldn't have asked you to do that.]

She heard a small sigh coming through the receiver, a familiar sound from him that she heard several times last night as she was holding his chest and making a mess of herself.

Did I do something wrong again? Nothing happens the way I want. I just needed a little help. It's not like I was planning on abusing someone. I can't believe that a man will die because of me... No way. I didn't want that.

[If I knew this will lead to someone losing his life, I would have endured it. This happened because I asked for your help and now I-]

[Are you going to say that in front of that bastard, too? That all of this happened because of you. That his stalking you was also your fault?]

[That's not what I meant....]

[Is there any reason to go through the trouble of doing the hard way when it can be done in an easy way?]

The tears that were about to spill from her eyes were swallowed by the cold, scary voice coming from the other end of the phone call.

[Director...]

[You were so keen to catch the guy yesterday, so why did you suddenly become so polite towards him now?]

He laughed sarcastically.

Before Jumi could even choose to respond, her mouth was stuck like rice cake. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She didn't know why things were so messed up, and she felt like she was going to collapse. She closed my eyes tightly and slowly opened them, but then she heard an incoming call coming from her phone, like she was getting a new call.

[I'll come and see you. When are you available? Please hold off anything until then.]

[You don't want to get involved into troublesome things, and you feel guilty that someone might die from my hands. Think carefully about how selfish you can really be. Think about it and if you feel like it, come and meet me anytime.]

Then the man's voice could no longer be heard through the receiver.

I was angry because I couldn't refute the words of the man who called me a hypocrite.

Yes, it's true. The man was right. I am a hypocrite and a coward.

After a day of avoiding her house, Jumi opened her front door and entered it. She left her house and went to work without being able to clean up the complete mess they made. There was a lot of dried liquid lying around all over the place, their identity now unclear. There was no need to mention the bed that was left in disarray.

("Yun-kyo, ah! Jeong Yun-kyo...!)

I vaguely remembered myself showing all kinds of obscene behaviour before that man, reaching climax several times and moaning loudly as he pleasured me multiple times. Round buttocks that were shaking, breasts bouncing along with his deft and hard movements....

It was totally unfair not remembering the sight of that stoic face completely destroyed by their sexual excitement.

Why is it that I can clearly see only my own disheveled and messed up appearance?

While she was standing there like a ghost leaning on her front door, she got a call again.

[Mr. Tae-ju]

It was the hospital director's son, Lee Tae-ju.