episode_0074

“… … … .”

Beneath the musty, musty air typical of a room where a woman lives alone, there are two women who maintain such silence that the only sound is the sound of the narrow window rattling in the wind.

“… … … .”

The occasional noise of paper being turned or the gulping of saliva from people sitting back to back is added.

“I’m sorry for disturbing your viewing… . Can I ask you something?”

Finally breaking the silence, Frida opened her mouth.

“What is it?”

Kyle thought, why bother, even though he knew it would be a nuisance.

“What on earth are you talking about with a female bear…?”

Frida sends a complex and subtle gaze through her untidy bangs.

“Why are you cutting off all the healthy limbs!”

Kyle shouted, picking up a picture of a pitiful, pathetic boy.

“It’s dirty.”

Frida said with a face that seemed to say, “Why are you asking such an obvious question?”

“What…?”

Kyle furrows one eyebrow.

“You don’t understand this? Ha… Right. Look at those eyes that crave affection. Isn’t there something boiling inside you?”

At Frida’s words, Kyle turned his gaze back to the cheeky painting.

An expression that seems somewhat anxious. It’s that exquisite harmony of wanting to be cared for, but at the same time fearing being abandoned… .

“Oh oh… .”

I want to hug him tightly and whisper to him to hold on tight. But at the same time, I want to turn my back on that body that has become so ugly and let a look of despair appear on his face. Kyle lets out a small exclamation as complex desires well up inside him.

“Right? Something just pops up?”

Frida said, one corner of her mouth turning up in a smirk.

“Mysterious… … .”

Kyle muttered, nodding his head absentmindedly in the affirmative, without taking his eyes off the picture.

“By the way, give me something else instead of this.”

As she says this, Frida shoves the paper she was holding at Kyle.

“You’ve already read it all? It hasn’t been that long since I gave you a new one.”

Kyle said, picking up a bundle of papers tied with black string.

“You want to read about a boy having sex with a female beast? I’d rather read about that, that, what was that? A disgusting big-boobed woman with breasts the size of her head forcing herself to do something. At least with a human woman in it. Okay? ”

Frieda complains and waves a piece of paper with the problem in front of Kyle’s eyes.

“Tsk, I don’t know. The taste of the boy eventually giving in to wild pleasure is doubled when a beast appears.”

“Still, I’m dizzy from reading half of one side and reading the description of how the bear’s fur gets wet.”

“Wouldn’t it be more obscene to highlight the disgustingness of the perpetrator… … ?”

Kyle muttered as he began to carefully leaf through the stack of papers, choosing a piece that would satisfy the first reader who appeared.

“Oh, that one just now. There was a title called Ranch Boy or something just now. ”

Frida said, extending her hand.

“That…? You don’t like animals coming out.”

“Milking is different. Ugh… … Here it is. Now, look at this.”

“… … … !!!”

The canvas Frida handed over depicted a boy who resembled Ray, wearing loose clothing and milking a cow with strange hands, with milk splashing all over his body for some reason.

“What do you think? It’s one of my masterpieces. Do you like it? Huh?”

Frida asked over her shoulder.

“… … … .”

Kyle just stared at the artwork without saying anything. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight that seemed to be a picture of the contents of the novel he had written.

“… … You, get up. Kneel down or something. ”

Frieda spoke in an urgent voice, trying to protect her precious cushion that Kyle was sitting on.

“What are you saying… . That’s not it, okay, okay!”

Kyle runs his hand between his legs and rubs it against Frida’s arm.

“Ah …

The back of Kyle’s hand that touched her arm was extremely dry, but Frieda felt goosebumps run down her spine and she screamed in high-pitched disgust.

“Heh heh, I didn’t ask. Hey, give me this picture.”

Kyle, who was giggling at the sight of her making a fuss while showing her displeasure, said while holding the problematic picture under his arm.

“Hey. I didn’t draw it to sell.”

Frida mumbles the end of her sentences as if embarrassed.

“I know. You wouldn’t show me a picture like this, right? One or two wouldn’t matter.”

“Two gold coins.”

Frida says so and holds up two fingers.

“Are you kidding me? Then switch with mine. I’ll pick one and give it to you.”

Kyle, who didn’t have the money, two gold coins, right away, and was having the absurd thought that maybe if he gave it to Ray himself, things would somehow get going, said while pushing in a bundle of papers containing his work.

“What’s the use of receiving something you’ve already read? Oh, then write me a new one. How about that?”

“New? Okay, I got it.”

Kyle thought that if that was the case, it would be more reasonable to ask them to draw a new one as well, but since writing a few words seemed like a relatively small amount of work compared to the two gold coins, he simply agreed.

And then, after a quiet moment of appreciation on their own, when the sound of the noon bell could be faintly heard from outside the window, they finally began to stretch, one by one.

“This is a heart-pounding piece of writing… … but it seems like you’ve never met a man before. Where can you find a man who falls for pleasure so easily?”

The words that Frieda suddenly blurted out stabbed Kyle in the heart like a knife.

“Then what about the pictures you drew! There are more than a few parts where it seems like you barely made up for the lack of information about the male body with your imagination. Have you ever actually seen a male body?”

This time, Frieda’s face turned red from Kyle’s counterattack.

“There is… …there is?”

Frida muttered, her eyes lowered to the floor.

“You’re lying. What kind of man is that, with skin as pale as a corpse?”

“You’re so tall!”

The moment their eyes met, looking for each other’s physical flaws that could be insulted, Frida sighed and said.

“… … Should we just end this story here?”

“… … … .”

Small stature, pale skin, thin legs, a skinny waist, and a plump hip that made it stand out even more. In the end, I vaguely realized that I was only insulting myself.

“But I still do my hair every day.”

Kyle, who desperately tried to figure out how he was better than the guy in front of him, seemed unable to bear not saying a word, so he added a word.

Kyle, walking down the alleys of Maibaon, suddenly thought. It was fortunate that he had stumbled upon a girl like Frida. He hated to admit it, but she was quite similar to him. From her gloomy personality to her body that was completely devoid of charm. But because of that, he finally got to share a hobby that he had never revealed to anyone in his entire life.

Kyle, who had not yet realized that the act of picking on the little flaws of similar people and judging them by their merits was nothing more than an ugly sight on the outside, carried a bucket full of well water with both hands toward Ray’s house, thinking that it was a little better for him to be able to look at that beautiful face up close every now and then.

dripping

“I brought water!”

Kyle spoke with a tense stomach, fearing that he might appear out of breath. As soon as he finished speaking, he let out a gasp.

Knock knock

“I’ll go in… … ?”

After knocking several times but receiving no response, Kyle carefully opened the front door and said, It was such a shame not to be able to see that beautiful figure, but if she was still out, all she had to do was bring the well water to the basement and go back.

“Ah.”

Kyle, who was carefully going down the stairs to the basement, found Ray soaking in the bathtub. Before he could even begin to be surprised by the fact that something that had only happened in his imagination was happening in reality, he had a gut feeling that something bad would happen if they met eyes here.

“She’s the one who brings firewood.”

“Hello, Sister!”

The twin sisters talk to Kyle over his back as he tries to climb back up the stairs, muffled by his footsteps.

“Ugh… … … !”

“Huh?”

The boy’s clear voice is heard along with the sound of water lapping.

“I’ll be there soon! I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

She was apologizing urgently, with her back turned.

“Ah, you came to fetch water? Why are you carrying something so heavy? Just put it down here and go.”

There was no screaming. Fortunately, that was fortunate. Kyle carefully went down again, step by step.

“You heated the water alone… … ?”

Kyle, who was trying his best to keep his gaze natural so as not to give the impression that he was peeking at her, looked at the steaming bath water and asked.

“They’re cold because we played outside all morning. Could you wait upstairs for a bit? If they haven’t eaten lunch… … .”

Ray also turned his back on Kyle in his own way, but he did not forget to be considerate so that she would not feel embarrassed.

“Gwae, Gwae… It’s okay! I have something to do soon. Haha.”

Once again, she was madly jealous of the little ones. Kyle ran up the stairs, desperately hoping that the kids would grow up and forget all about this time.

Kyle, who returned to his room, took out the drawing he had received from Frieda. Then he picked up a pen and drew a small dot near the bottom of the boy’s shoulder blade in the drawing, and smiled proudly.

The guy who drew this picture had no idea. He couldn’t help but smile at the fact that this had once again widened the gap between him and her.