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I cooked and ate alone.

My wife said she would eat it later on her own since she was busy, and my daughter said she wasn’t eating because she was on a diet.

While I was washing the dishes I ate from, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

“Is this really family? ?”

I guess this wasn’t the family I thought it was.

“How did this happen?”

I don’t know.

My wife, who was hotter and more passionate than me, has suddenly cooled off and become a workaholic who values work more than love, and my daughter, who used to follow me around saying “Daddy, Daddy,” locks herself in her room and doesn’t show her face even once.

What on earth made my daughter and wife like that?

“I really don’t know… .”

I would understand if it was because I did something wrong, but I never did anything wrong.

A good thing is a good thing, and whenever an argument arose, he always took the losing side, and did whatever the two of them wanted.

I have never cheated, and I can definitely say that I have never been neglectful of my family.

“Ideals and reality are so different.”

Is it because I lost my parents at an early age?

Since I was young, I dreamed of having a close-knit family.

I vaguely recalled the happy moments with my parents and hoped to create that kind of family again.

When I married her and gave birth to a daughter who wouldn’t hurt me, I thought it was on the way.

Haha, I believed that we would lead a happy life where we would laugh, sit together, eat, and go on outings.

I shudder at the inexplicable feeling of betrayal.

“Whoa… .”

As my thoughts deepened, time also deepened.

Dawn came while I was sitting at the kitchen table.

I thought about having a drink alone, but then I shook my head.

My wife hates the smell of alcohol.

If we want to sleep together, we’ll have to give up drinking.

“Let’s go to sleep soon…” .”

After taking a light shower, I headed to the master bedroom to find my wife, who was in the study, sleeping on one side of the bed.

Wear light sleepwear.

I swallowed so much that my neck throbbed at the sight of the voluptuous body reflected inside.

Others say that as you get older, your sex drive dies, but I don’t know why it keeps surging.

In the first place, is it natural for anyone to become a slave to their sexual desires when a woman like that is sleeping in front of them?

The lower body, which towered like a mountain peak, told me that I could not sleep like this.

“honey… , ruler?”

“yes… . “You go to sleep too.”

A simple answer that cuts off sticky questions.

So instead of backing down, I climbed up on the bed and placed my hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t do that…” , how are you after a long time… ?”

A hand wanders beyond the blanket, toward the voluptuous chest sleeping under thin clothing.

By the time you reach your desired destination.

“Why are you like this, really?”

My hand is thrown away with a cold voice.

She wrapped herself in the blanket tighter and turned her back.

“I have a meeting early tomorrow morning.”

“okay… .”

I see

Does she know?

That line alone has been going on for nearly 7 years already.

The momentary excitement I felt suddenly crashed to the ground.

I carefully wake her up so as not to wake her up.

I took out a bottle of liquor that I had only noticed a moment ago and headed to the kitchen.

There was a passenger there.

“daughter… ?”

My daughter is looking through the refrigerator, holding a bunch of food in her arms, and is standing there frowning.

If I express that face, I’ll say, ‘Oh, fuck. ‘It was just right.’ I guess it’s about that much.

Before I could say anything, my daughter ran to my room on the third floor with her face down.

“… … .”

An indescribable feeling tightens my body.

I heard that I don’t eat because I’m on a diet.

“You just didn’t want to eat with me.”

I haven’t even drank alcohol yet.

Why do I feel sick to my stomach?

* * *

Today, I conquered an A+ level dungeon that appeared in the middle of Gangnam.

Since the dungeon environment was a hot and humid jungle, everyone had a hard time except me, who was not affected by the surrounding environment.

After a formal interview with the reporters gathered in front of the dungeon, we headed to the resting crew.

“Everyone worked hard!”

“You worked hard too, Captain.”

“Thank you for your hard work!”

Facial expressions that come to life little by little.

“I’m going to take a shot today, how about a drink everyone?”

I shouted because I thought this was my chance.

“Oh, sorry. “Today is our wedding anniversary, so we decided to go in early.”

“I also decided to eat out with my family today.”

“ex-girlfriend… .”

The only thing that comes back is rejection.

When I was young, it was essential to have a party after conquering a dungeon.

Even if I didn’t want to go, it was a daily routine for me to rush in and drink until the sun came up the next day, saying I was disappointed when the main character was missing.

“Oh yeah… . Ahaha! “I was planning to have dinner with my family, too!”

To avoid making them feel uncomfortable, I smile awkwardly and lie.

Everyone left one by one, leaving me alone in the large space.

“I guess we all don’t have time for that anymore.”

I realized it again.

Everyone got older and became adults.

I became someone’s husband, wife, and father and mother to my children.

Everyone has a family.

I guess we can say that the time when we can get together and laugh and talk like we used to is gone.

While everyone was growing and adapting to the new world, I felt like I was the only one walking in place.

It reminds me of my wife and daughter who have changed.

“perhaps… “Maybe I’m the problem.”

Their change was natural, and I thought that I, who had not changed, might be the problem.

Did you say that in a place where one-eyed people gather, a two-eyed person becomes a strange person?

I suddenly felt a strong desire to run away from here.

* * *

A private bar located in Gangnam.

A place for the upper class where you cannot even enter without a membership.

“Oh my, it’s been a while since you came.”

“That’s it.”

I smile humbly and enter the room where Madam guides me.

I came here to drink alone because I had no one to drink with.

I wanted to drink soju at the food stall, but I couldn’t because my face was too familiar.

If you are drinking alone in an open place, the headline of the next morning’s article will be like this.

[S-class hunter guardian Son Si-woo, caught drinking alone at a food stall. Is there any problem?]

In fact, I drank alone once before and an article was published that way.

The content was more shocking.

His relationship with the raiders is extremely bad, and he is going through a rift with his wife.

All kinds of discord rumors heated up the Internet.

Did they say that incitement can be done with just one line, but dozens of documents and evidence are needed to refute it?

Everyone had a hard time explaining it at that time.

When I was vowing never to drink alone again, my wife gave me a membership to this place.

If you want to drink alone, please do so in a place where no one knows.

Personally, I was hoping for an answer like, ‘Tell me when you want to drink.’

“Hunter Siwoo Son seems to be suppressing himself too much.”

This was something the madam, whom I saw every time I came to visit, suddenly said this to me as she put down her drink on the table.

“Me?”

“yes. “Look at the other S-class hunters.”

Five S-class hunters.

Two of them are me and my wife.

The other two are a few years younger than me, and the way they live is quite a sight.

Every day, he rents out an entire club and holds a party with women.

Then, a few months later, a woman announces that she is pregnant, turning the world upside down.

Last year alone, three women came forward claiming to have had his child.

Two of them were lies, and one was real.

“They reveal a bit too much, but they live their lives doing everything they can.”

That is correct.

These two guys are indispensable talents in this country, and they are busy living their lives, no matter what the public says, perhaps because they know it.

“I was very impressed by the answer he gave before.”

“what… Ah, that.”

A reporter once interviewed one of the two guys and asked:

The question was, what do you think about the Internet being abuzz with your promiscuous personal life?

One guy’s answer at that time was very plausible.

“My life is too short to live worrying about what others think… “Did you say that?”

“yes that’s right.”

The confident attitude of not caring about what others think in order to live one’s own life stood out.

My perception of this guy, whom I previously thought was just a promiscuous guy, has changed.

Not just a promiscuous guy, but a promiscuous guy with his own philosophy.

“I think we should live life like him.”

She added hastily.

“Oh, that doesn’t mean you should live with all kinds of women.”

He narrows one eye and winks at me.

“You shouldn’t miss out on the joys of life by worrying about what others think.”

Her hands were folded over mine, which were on the table.

His long index finger lightly scratches the back of my hand.

“what do you think… ?”

A strange, intimate temptation.

she is beautiful.

Big eyes that cast a lewd gaze, moles under the alluring eyes, skin as white and dense as porcelain, and a voluptuous body that drips salt even when standing still.

A woman worthy of a one-night stand.

Her upper body poured out towards us.

The top of the tight dress opens slightly, revealing the deep cleavage that catches the eye.

“How about somewhere a little more private and quiet…” ?”

The blatant words and actions tickle my ears.

I carefully pulled my hand out from under her.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m sorry.”

“ah… … .”

I left the bar, leaving behind the woman who was giving me a look full of regret.

“It was a pretty good place to drink alone… .”

Tsk.

I think today will be the last time I come here.