Kim Sun-ho’s Relationship Arrangement (6)

I used up an entire day of the weekend.

If Eunha really thought of me as her girlfriend, I asked her to stay at her place for a day.

I agreed because I was exhausted after sex, and I really just spent the day sleeping in bed, showering, eating, and sleeping again.

“Bye bye, Oppa, come again later!”

“If I’m still alive later…”

After the farewell sex, I dragged my exhausted body back home.

I swallowed a pill I had at home and went out to get some air again.

Ttiring-

‘A text?’

[Son, it’s Dad…. Your mom and I had a bit of a fight. So, we’re both not going home…. Um, since you might be able to go, please take good care of it.]

I was taken aback by my dad’s text, so I called him.

‘The number you have dialed is currently suspended. Please check the number and try again.’

Suspended?

Of course, a text wouldn’t work, and when I called Mom, the same message played.

Weren’t they getting along well and traveling together?

What the hell did they fight about all of a sudden? This is driving me crazy.

‘Well…. Haa, it’s not like they’re little kids fighting, they’ll work it out themselves.’

Walking down the street again, I wondered who to go to, and then Sea-ah came to mind first.

I asked her about the situation via KakaoTalk first, but the timing wasn’t good.

[VR room ㄱ?]

[I have to edit my broadcast at home today]

Surprisingly, Sea-ah doesn’t have time.

I thought she’d be playing games at home right now, but she’s a YouTuber, so…. She has to do editing work.

Then another day is left hanging in the balance? Then the only one left is Hyunji.

The problem is, I’ve never seen Hyunji except in her underwear.

‘Honestly, if an Oppa who hasn’t even said much to her, let alone seen her body, tells her that he talked to her sister and came to break up…’

Even I think that’s trashy.

If I just show up and say that I’m here to break up with you, I’d definitely get my ass kicked, right?

She’s the one who says I brainwashed her with words, so she’d probably bring that up even more.

The problem is that Hyunji is unilaterally saying that I brainwashed her, but that wasn’t my intention.

It’s like a criminal making excuses that it wasn’t their intention, but I really didn’t mean to.

‘Okay then, it’s almost lunchtime now, so should I give her a call?’

I called Hyunji.

What would I have done if I didn’t have her phone number, seriously.

“Hello.”

“Hyunji? I’m thinking of going to your house today, is that okay?”

“…Now?”

“Of course, it’s now.”

My feet are already heading towards Hyunji’s place.

Even if I get rejected, I can just hang out nearby and go back.

I had a reason to go to Hyunji’s, and now I have a reason to go.

“Didn’t I tell you to tell me an hour before you come? Where are you now?”

“Uh…. A distance where I can get there within an hour?”

“…Okay, I know the address and you’re coming within an hour, right?”

Ah, right, the address.

I’m pretty sure she said she’d send it to me in a text, or am I wrong?

I belatedly searched my phone and quickly found the address.

‘Found it. I can really get there within an hour from here.’

“Y, yeah, of course! I know it and I’m coming within an hour!”

“It looks like you just looked it up now…. Okay, come and knock on the door and I’ll open it.”

–

A four-story house.

A neighborhood that really takes almost an hour to get to from my house.

A high-end villa complex with only two units per floor, I knocked on the door on the 4th floor.

Knock knock-

“Yes, who is it?”

“It’s Hyunji’s Oppa.”

“Um, the Oppa I know is the Oppa who used to make sex jokes to me, is that right?”

“…That’s right.”

Click-

“That’s right. Welcome, was it hard getting here?”

“Getting here wasn’t hard at all, but the question I got at the door was the hardest.”

“Hehe, a man who brainwashed a blossoming high school student with words shouldn’t be able to get in easily.”

How much did words I don’t even remember stay in her mind that she’s like this?

I thought I was just making light jokes to change the mood, but was that enough to be called brainwashing?

No matter how much it is me, I couldn’t have done that much.

It’s not like I’m really good at talking, either.

‘What did I say that made her say she was brainwashed?’

I’m more curious.

What did I say two years ago?

What kind of words did I use to win over a high school student and brainwash her?

What was I doing back then?

Looking at the really clean, empty living room and kitchen, I felt a sense of desolation.

It’s as uncluttered as Hyunji’s body.

This is a compliment, it is. I mean it’s really clean without any extra fat.

I can’t say it, but it’s really a compliment. Ah, anyway, it’s a compliment.

“Sit on the bed, I was doing something for a bit.”

“Can I lie down, I’m tired?”

“If you’re confident you won’t fall asleep?”

The room structure is really good.

A structure where you can see the screen even when lying down if you turn the monitor a little.

The closet that fills one wall was about the only piece of furniture in the room.

Assuming there’s nothing outside the room, this is good enough.

‘I’m not going to say it and get buried here, am I?’

Honestly, I’m scared. What if she gets angry and asks me why I’m doing this to her if I say it honestly?

Even if she’s weak, what if she goes crazy and brings a knife?

I’m scared enough to think that lying down was a bad idea. D, did I come for nothing…

“So, what’s the reason you came? I don’t think you really came to see me because it’s the weekend.”

“Did you get into college by guessing?”

“It’s just a feeling. It was weird from the start that you suddenly came.”

Her intuition is no joke.

It’s not for nothing that her head works so well. Her intuition is amazing.

“That’s um…”

“Is it about a girl?”

“…Are you really reading my mind?”

“It’s intuition, intuition.”

If she knows so much without even making a face, maybe she just guessed right.

If I’ve already been caught, I might as well just say it outright.

“It’s about a girl, that’s right. Um…. I told Jihae everything, you know?”

“You told Jihae Unni? I don’t know what you told her. What did you tell her?”

“Um…. I told her about my relationships with the younger women around me……. And even that I was told to break up with them…. I did…”

“I made me like this with words, and the other girls…. With your body?”

Hyunji is looking at me with a playful expression, maybe she’s actually a fox.

How can she pinpoint it so accurately? No matter how much it is intuition, there’s a limit.

She’s talking as if she knows everything, so now I’m not scared, I’m suspicious.

Is she actually hearing everything from Jihae and doing this, really?

“You’re like a ghost, did you actually hear everything from Jihae and are doing this?”

“No. I’m really figuring it out with intuition and hunches.”

“…Anyway, I told her everything. So, I came to draw a clear line.”

“Hmm, but I don’t really have anything like that with Oppa…. No, never mind. Oppa unilaterally brainwashed me?”

“Let’s hear it. Honestly, I don’t remember anything, what did I say that made you say that?”

What the hell was I doing in the past?

What did I say that made her say she was brainwashed?

Honestly, I’m not just curious, I’m even questioning it.

“You really don’t know?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t know, you punk.”

“Heeum─”

Hyunji sat on the bed and looked at me.

She’s looking at me with those half-closed, unique eyes.

“First, I’ll tell you the first sex joke you told me.”

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and focused.

I need to know exactly what I said.

“Women really like it when men suck their pussies.”

It’s crazy from the start…?

“The first thing you said was that if a man sucks a woman under the desk while she’s working, she can’t work and just leaks pussy juice and can’t do anything.”

“…D, did I really say that…?”

“Doesn’t it sound like a lie? But it’s true, can I continue?”

“…Yeah.”

My expression is gradually hardening.

It’s intense from the start.

Did I really say something like that, not even a sex joke, but something close to sexual harassment?

Hyunji is saying it nicely, but this is just sexual harassment.

‘The me from two years ago doesn’t seem like a person.’

Yeah, not a person.

Maybe I was really close to an animal back then.

How could I say something like that to a studying kid, saying I was trying to lighten the mood.

Hyunji lay on the bed and slowly came closer to me.

“And you also told me that if I lie on the bed without wearing anything when I’m resting, I’ll become more sensitive.”

“What the hell was I doing to you two years ago…?”

“You put a blindfold on me and whispered dirty things in my ear when I couldn’t see anything.”

The past me did that?

Did I really do that? I don’t remember anything, what is it?

If I had done something like that, I would remember at least a little bit.

‘I did that…ah, wait. Wait!’

I remembered. A very faint piece of memory came to mind.

The problem is that I didn’t forget it. It’s a memory I deliberately forgot.

That very trashy memory came back to me, where I gleefully played with a high school student, a younger sister who couldn’t resist.

I whispered dirty things and fondled Hyunji’s entire body, played with her, and used her like a toy.

You can’t help but remember in detail, if you ask what you played with the toy? If you ask what you played with, you can say what you played with.

But even if it’s a memory from two years ago, the answer to the question ‘what did you play with it’ is difficult.

I can remember that I played with it!

The fact that I’m a piece of trash who played with my younger sister to satisfy my sexual desires doesn’t change.

Kim Sunho, you bastard, you were the same as an animal or less, both now and in the past!

“That dirty thing is…”

“If you cover it like this and touch it, it’s more sensitive and you get wet faster…right?”

“Do you remember now?”

From the words after putting on the blindfold, I definitely remembered.

I brainwashed Hyunji with words? Don’t say such bullshit, I’ve solidified my sexual preferences since I played with Hyunji.

Hyunji defended me until the end.

“I at least remember that I played with you….”

“Really?”

“…You said you get wet quickly and you stroked from your ribs to your chest with your fingers, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ve done everything I can do to a high school student with my body.”

Memories spread in my head.

When I got stuck studying, I lay on the bed and did those sex jokes and acts, and if Hyunji was satisfied, I did it again in an infinite loop.

…Yeah, you can’t help but be brainwashed. Shit, how can you forget those intense stimuli that remain in your body and head?

Remembering that I did that to a high school student is a crime.

I, who have been saying bullshit that crime is not allowed, have made an error.

I grabbed my head and fell into self-reproach.

“Don’t make that face, it’s because I didn’t refuse.”

“…Not because you ‘couldn’t’ refuse?”

“Ehh, I didn’t refuse. I definitely studied well after releasing my sexual desires. So, I went to a good college.”

Hyunji’s hand came inside my hoodie.

Her thin but soft touch stroked my body once and passed by.

“I’m a piece of trash, right.”

“No. Oppa kept the line back then.”

“What line with a high school student.”

“You didn’t do what I told you not to do, you just played with me within the line I allowed. I agreed too.”

“…”

“Even if I lie, there’s no reason for me to lie like this, right?”

No matter how much I remember, unlike Hyunji’s words, in my memory, I only played with Hyunji.

I don’t remember refusing, saying not to do it.

In my memory, I only remember clearly ignoring the line to the point of completely disregarding it.

Is it really a misunderstanding, or is it the truth but Hyunji is hiding it?

A notebook came into my sight in front of me, where my head, which was loosening up a little, kept getting twisted and throbbing.

“If you think I’m lying, take a look at that. It’s what I wrote while studying with Oppa when I was a student, if you look at that, you’ll definitely remember?”

An old notebook.

A notebook that has been around for so long that the exposed paper part has discolored.

There’s content in this notebook? No matter how much I think about it, in my head, I only have memories of fondling and playing with Hyunji?

Did I erase the memories because of guilt, or is it really because those words are true?

With trembling hands, I slowly opened the notebook.