Chapter 161: Side Story – The Beautiful Eastern Bride (3) [R-18]

It was a sunny weekday morning.

Under the parasol, Seojin had that familiar white notebook of hers open.

She had even prepared for today’s lesson, ready to ask about the difference between ‘hope’ and ‘wish.’

“Hey!”

An unexpected shout erupted from beyond the fence of her daily life.

“Hey, Acian cunt! You deaf or what?! I said you people don’t belong here!”

Seojin’s hand, holding the pen, flinched.

Before she could turn, a fast-talking, unfamiliar middle-aged white man had strode up close to the fence, stopping just short of trespassing on the private property.

He wore a half-tilted hat and a wrinkled shirt, and his face was smeared not with genuine anger, but with habitual contempt.

“You don’t fucking get it, do you?”

“—W… What?”

“Of course you don’t. You don’t speak shit. Just another yellow hole latching onto some white dick to stay in the country, huh?”

Even though she couldn’t understand the coarse voice that followed, the sharpness of its tone pierced her heart before it reached her ears.

Just then, as she was being yelled at by the unknown man from a short distance away…

“This is our space! Go back to where you fucking came from!”

The thud of footsteps as someone jumped in. Gasping for breath, Aiden squeezed himself between the man and the fence.

“What the hell is going on here?”

He stood there between the two of them, his back to the fence.

The sunlight settled on his back, making it glisten. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, and the young man’s shoulders were tense and raised.

The man glared at him.

“What, you the one she latched onto? You the lucky dick she pinned down for a green card?”

Seojin furrowed her brows at the man, who grew even more arrogant now that Aiden had stepped up for her.

She could tell they weren’t good words, but why did every sentence the man spoke feel so deeply unpleasant?

Aiden quietly caught his breath, then turned his head.

“Say that again.”

“What?”

“You ever say something like that again, and you’ll be coughing up those teeth you use to shit out that bile.”

Aiden’s tone was low, but something was burning within it—something that only reckless youth could emit.

The man’s anger turned to mocking laughter, but when Aiden pushed forward and took a single step, he seemed to sense the weight and sincerity in his stance and instinctively backed away.

“Yeah? You gonna hit me? Over some import bitch?”

“She has a name. You ever say something like that again, and I’ll make damn sure the cops are calling it hate speech and harassment—”

“You serious right now, kid?”

“—and trespassing, because yes, you’re one inch from stepping the fuck in.”

“…fucking yellow bitch, Fuckin’ brainwashed imports…!”

Overwhelmed by Aiden’s intensity, the man spat out a curse and finally turned away.

“Back off, fucking racist!”

Not to be outdone, Aiden shouted at the man’s retreating back as he muttered curses.

A beat later, Aiden turned his head to look at her.

Seojin had stood up, worried for a moment that he might get hit, and was now standing frozen on the lawn like a statue.

He was about to say something, but before he could, Seojin carefully reached her hand over the fence and firmly grasped his arm.

“…Hey, thank you.”

“…It was the right thing to do. I’m the one who’s sorry. That you had to go through something like this.”

Her voice was small, and her eyes, looking down at the ground, were filled with a sense of injustice.

But while there were absurd people like that in the world, there were also people like Aiden.

“First, come inside.”

Under the parasol was the lemonade she had prepared in a pitcher with ice.

She hadn’t expected to be quenching her thirst this way, but under the parasol, Seojin glanced at him preparing for the lesson and took a large gulp whenever her stomach churned.

“…But… what did that man say?”

That was the most sorrowful part.

That she was being cursed at, but couldn’t even understand it properly.

“Umm…”

Hearing this, Aiden looked at Seojin. He didn’t know where to begin, but he felt relieved that she hadn’t understood, and at the same time, his heart ached at the fact that she hadn’t.

“…He’s just a racist.”

“…”

“He seemed to have a lot of complaints about you being a foreigner. So… he took it out on you. He said a lot of bad things.”

For his sake, as he tried to explain it as nicely as possible, Seojin gave a small nod.

“Of course, you know you did nothing wrong, right? That guy is just a piece of trash.”

Telling her those dirty, viscous slang words felt like he would be sullying her with the curses all over again just by speaking them.

That pig bastard who belittled Seojin as just a ‘woman trying to get a green card with her body’ and denigrated Aiden as nothing more than the ‘horny white dick’ for such a woman.

…I couldn’t even be that in the first place.

The lesson began awkwardly, with him trying to change the mood with a cheerful clap.

But Seojin was quieter than usual, and though Aiden kept glancing at her, he deliberately said nothing.

Then, around the middle of the lesson, Seojin quietly put down her pencil and asked.

“Hey. Can you teach me slang?”

Aiden blinked and looked up.

“…Huh?”

Seojin leaned forward with a placid expression, her lips pressed firmly together. The downturned corners of her mouth showed a face that had made a decision.

“If I just listen without understanding… it only feels like ‘unpleasant words.’ I want to learn what they’re really saying to me.”

At her words, Aiden, who had wanted to protect Seojin, felt a little confused. Should he really teach her? Because…

You’re the lady of the house, sitting pretty in a white dress in the yard of this fancy home…

When her teacher didn’t answer, Seojin, who was asking him to teach her swear words like a little kid, pouted slightly.

“I… I don’t want to seem like a pushover.”

That short sentence tipped the scales of Aiden’s heart.

“…Then…” He averted his eyes and pressed down the corners of his mouth. “…just a liiiiiittle bit…?”

“Yes.”

Seojin narrowed her eyes until she looked fierce and nodded.

“So… what does this one mean?”

Seojin held up a slip of paper with a word written on it, which he had made by tearing a page from his notebook on the spot.

Aiden had been the one to write them down by hand, thinking it was better to show her the words rather than say them. They were relatively light slang terms like ‘jerk around,’ ‘dick move,’ and ‘pissed off.’

The condition was that she wouldn’t write them down. He didn’t want her to write even a single letter of such things with her own hand.

“It’s just… messing with someone, a kind of rude action… things like that.”

Seojin nodded and slowly read them aloud.

“Jerk… around. Dick move. Pissed off…”

When a word like ‘dick’ came out of her mouth, Aiden’s leg began to shake slightly.

Damn it…

The sight of a word like ‘dick’ flowing from her pretty, clean lips, with that clear, crisp pronunciation.

There was a problem with getting an erection over a student who was just trying to learn a language.

And so, for a moment, the lesson entered a phase with neither grammar nor composition.

As dryly as possible, Aiden would utter a word, and Seojin would carefully repeat it. He didn’t laugh even if her pronunciation was off, and for a while, he didn’t avoid her questions about the words’ context.

She was serious, and Aiden… every time he saw that serious expression, he grew thirsty from the contradiction of feeling like the words were being defiled by her mouth.

“…Asshole.”

Aiden said quietly, and Seojin tilted her head slightly.

As if savoring the nuance of the word, which felt a little different from the Konglish she heard in Korea, she carefully repeated it.

“…Asshole.”

Those lips, carefully drawing out the ‘s’ sound. The corners of her mouth, small and softly curled. The center of her lips, puckered to make that sound, felt endlessly erotic.

Aiden averted his gaze.

But it was better to get it over with in one day, so when she nonchalantly moved on to the next question, he had no choice but to look up again.

“Then… prick?”

Aiden pressed his lips together. She spoke the unfamiliar word slowly, as if placing it on her lips.

“…Prick.”

To think this was slang, too. After finishing the pronunciation, Seojin slowly looked at him.

“Did I say it right?”

There was no hesitation, no lewdness. Just the eyes of a student asking, ‘Is this right?’, not yet knowing all the meanings the word held.

The moment her clear, bright eyes and the lips that had just pronounced the word ‘prick’ overlapped in a single frame, Aiden felt his brain grow hot.

It felt somehow like he was both committing and receiving sexual harassment.

He nodded.

“…You said it right.”

“Cunt. I heard this one earlier.”

Of all the word cards, she’d managed to catch one of the easy, short ones.

“That one…”

He gulped down the lemonade that was wetting the ice. What he needed to wet his mouth wasn’t moisture, but a grip on his sanity.

“It’s a word that’s truly vulgar towards women.”

“…Like ‘prostitute’?” Seojin asked, picking up her phone to look up a word she rarely had cause to use.

Damn it. Damn it. With those lips, right now…

“It’s… even more… severe than that.”

At least a prostitute was still a person.

The nape of her neck, slightly exposed as she focused, and below her hunched posture, her thighs bathed in sunlight.

The thing inside them.

“Just tell me.”

Aiden gripped the pen in his hand, opened his mouth to speak, then briefly bit his lip. He glanced at Seojin before finally telling her.

“It’s… a very explicit, very nasty way of referring to female genitalia.”

Even though she had to look up the word ‘vagina’ that he’d used, Seojin furrowed her brow and studied diligently, fueled by the unpleasant feeling and the resolve to never be helpless like that again.

All with the thought that, until now, she had been living far too peacefully in Rio’s arms.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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