Ch.114Chapter 114. FBI OPEN UP! (2)

I always knew this could happen.

Neither Cuss nor I are particularly cautious people.

I was prepared for the risk of being discovered in some way.

It’s not like we’re dealing with something tiny – we’re talking about tentacles as big as those black ones you see on shady porn sites.

Since we don’t stay cooped up at home, discovery was inevitable.

Of course, I managed to navigate through those situations well.

Until now, that is.

‘Ah, shit…’

But today I ruined everything.

After giving Cuss a hard time about being careful, I was the one who made a mistake.

And not just with anyone, but with the assistant manager.

He’s someone who joined that suffocating company without any connections and became an executive in less than eight years – his abilities are beyond words, and his perception is incredibly sharp.

I showed him Cuss’s tentacles.

Yet the assistant manager never once asked what they were.

He probably guided me to flip through more photos, trying to see pictures from as many angles as possible to determine what they were.

Thinking about it now sends chills down my spine.

With his intelligence, he’s probably already deduced something close to the truth.

All that’s left is for him to confirm it.

What if he’s already contacted NASA?

‘It’s all over.’

I should be running away right now.

I should take Cuss and flee far, far away, but my body wouldn’t listen.

My weak mind had already rationalized that the police must have surrounded the house, so there was no point in struggling.

As the realization that everything was ruined washed over me, along with the guilt that I was the one who ruined it, my body went limp.

How much time passed as I sat there in a daze?

“Mmm… ahh… aah…”

I faintly heard sweet moans.

Was I hearing things?

The squeezing sensation and trembling transmitted through my middle finger brought me back to my senses.

At that moment, I felt something wet splash onto my palm.

It felt exactly like putting my hand under a hand sanitizer dispenser.

“Huh?”

“Hmm?”

“……”

“……”

I made eye contact with Cuss.

Cuss, who was holding my wrist and pushing it into her pants.

For a moment, we just stared blankly at each other.

It took my feeble brain a little time to understand what was happening.

“You little bitch.”

“Gack!”

Finally grasping the situation fully, I pulled my hand out and twisted Cuss’s arm.

With her arm seized, Cuss was thrown under the sofa, face planting into the floor.

“Ugh……”

Damn it.

Look how wet my hand is.

The smell is strange too.

I didn’t need to taste it to know what it was.

But maybe I should lick it anyway.

Ugh. It’s sour.

Just as I thought.

“Hey. You spilled lemonade on my hand, didn’t you?”

“Owww…! It hurts, Jinsoo!”

“Of course it hurts, you punk!”

Looking at the table, I saw a glass of lemonade that was half full.

She must have spilled that on my hand.

And when she thought I was about to wake up, she hurriedly put my hand in her pants.

She was probably trying to make it seem like she was masturbating with my hand and got her juices on it, but I caught her red-handed.

Spilling lemonade on someone’s hand and then trying to cover it up – I wonder where she learned such behavior.

“I’m sorry, not sorry.”

“Uuugh…! I’m sorryyyy! Jinsoo!”

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for secretly using Jinsoo’s haaaand! It hurts! Please let me go now, Jinsoo! Please, I’m begging you!”

That’s right.

I could hear the sincerity in her voice, so I released her arm.

Cuss then rubbed her elbow and glared at me.

That sulking is going to last a while.

Clicking my tongue, I sat down on the sofa.

I wiped my hand with tissues from the table, but the slippery feeling was strange.

I wondered if lemonade was always this whitish.

After wiping it roughly, I threw the tissue in the trash.

Just as I picked up the remote to watch TV:

“Next time, wipe it properly. Got it?”

“Hmm… I got it…”

Cuss sat down next to me and hugged my arm tightly.

I thought she was sulking, but apparently not.

Thanks to her, my right arm was immobilized, so I had to switch the remote to my left hand.

But something felt off, so I turned my head and saw Cuss looking up at me.

“What is it?”

“Don’t give up, Jinsoo.”

She suddenly started saying something incomprehensible.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but don’t give up even if it’s hard. Just like you didn’t give up on me, I hope you won’t give up on this either.”

“You kid…”

Was she worried because I seemed so out of it?

Her attempt at comfort, even though she didn’t really understand what was happening, was somehow endearing, so I ended up roughly patting her head.

Thinking about it now, I probably didn’t need to panic so much.

I was underestimating the assistant manager’s character.

He’s someone who took all the blame for a project ruined by the greed of his superiors.

Such a person wouldn’t throw a subordinate under the bus based on mere suspicion.

I’m sure I can work things out when I talk to him later.

“Hmm…?”

But something felt strange today.

The way Cuss was hugging my arm was somehow different.

Usually when she does this, she’s busy rubbing and twisting her body against my arm.

Today she seemed unusually calm.

She was just quietly hugging my arm.

While I enjoyed the sensation of her rubbing against my chest, this wasn’t bad either.

It felt peaceful somehow.

“Should we take a nap?”

“That’s a good idea…”

Cuss yawned with sleepy eyes and released my arm.

She then stood up, and I thought she was going to her room, but she naturally sat on my thigh and leaned back against my chest.

I mean, the sofa would be more comfortable, so why…

But I could somewhat understand.

Some people buy stone beds to sleep on.

Maybe Cuss prefers a firmer backrest because her back isn’t in good condition.

“Mmm… hmm…”

She fell asleep in an instant.

She must have used up all her energy playing excitedly while no one was home.

By the way, I was worried about what to do if she wanted to meet friends during the break.

Seeing her with two kids on either side last time, she seems quite good at charming people.

If they’re students from Saint Catalina School, they all probably live in the Station.

If she wants to visit their homes, it would be too far to walk.

She doesn’t know how to take the bus alone, so what should I do?

“What do you mean what should I do…”

I’ll have to take her there each time, of course.

Fortunately, I’ll be working from home now, so that’s somewhat convenient.

As I pondered these concerns, it finally started to sink in.

The realization that the school break had really begun.

And I instinctively knew that I was going to be exhaustingly tired.

“My thigh is going numb, you know?”

“Mmm…”

I lifted Cuss’s t-shirt and caressed her belly as she slept, oblivious to the world.

I was slightly disappointed not to feel any fat.

If she had a bit more flesh, it would feel nice and soft when squeezed.

Still, she wasn’t completely firm, so pressing down on her belly felt oddly satisfying.

It was interesting how my fingers sank in, as if she had no abs at all.

“Ahh…”

When I pressed on her lower abdomen, a moan escaped.

What’s this? Is this her bladder?

“Mmm… mmph!”

Oh. The thought occurred to me that she was like a teddy bear that makes sounds when you press it.

But I decided to stop, as pressing any more might result in her peeing on me.

I should sleep too.

Just as I was changing to a more comfortable position and turning my head to the side:

“Oh…”

I noticed the sofa cushion was soaked black.

This crazy girl.

“Hey, you!”

“Huh…?”

“If you spilled something on the sofa, you should say something! Damn it.”

It seemed the lemonade wasn’t just spilled on my hand.

I immediately kicked Cuss off and brought a towel to try to clean it as best I could.

But damn, it had already soaked in, and it looked like I’d need to wash the cushion cover.

Ugh. The sour smell.

Was lemonade always this strong?

But there was also something musky and addictive about it.

Is this really lemonade?

“Sniff… haah…”

Without realizing it, I buried my nose in the cushion and inhaled.

Now that I smelled it more closely, there was also a sweet scent?

It must be lemonade after all.

***

“Hmm… That capable person you’ve mentioned several times?”

“Yeah, that’s right. He’s always bragging about his daughter. I saw what she looked like today, and she’s definitely cute. Not as cute as our child, though.”

“Really? I’m curious what she looks like. Can you show me?”

Ring ring ring…

It was a rare harmonious dinner between the couple without any arguments.

The assistant manager was startled by the vibration on his wrist and checked his phone.

“Who is it?”

“Oh, it’s that subordinate I was talking about. I’ll take this call quickly.”

It was Jinsoo.

The assistant manager wondered why he would call after work hours, as he rarely contacted him after leaving the office.

Puzzled, he got up from his seat to answer the phone.

“Hey, what’s up? What’s going on?”

“Sir, I’d like to have a conversation.”

“A conversation? What kind of conversation?”

“A conversation that’s as moderate as possible.”

“…?”

He was saying something puzzling.

But his voice sounded very serious.

For a moment, the assistant manager wondered if this was some kind of prank.

Anyway, it was a good opportunity.

His wife was curious about what Cuss looked like, so he thought he’d ask for some photos now.

“A conversation? By the way, could you send me some of those photos you showed me earlier? If that’s okay with you…”

“SIR!!!”

“…?!”

Startled by the thunderous voice, the assistant manager pulled the phone away from his ear.

“W-what? Why?”

“Sir, I respect you.”

“Is that so? I didn’t know, haha.”

“And I believe in you. In your character. I believe in your magnanimity.”

“Uh-huh…”

He reasonably suspected that Jinsoo might be drunk.

What was he suddenly going on about?

It was creepy.

“Since you’re smart, you probably knew I would call.”

“Huh…?”

He didn’t know.

“Let me be clear. It’s not what you think. What you saw, it was an anal plug tail! Do you understand…”

Click.

The assistant manager was so startled that he immediately hung up.

His head slowly turned toward the dining table.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing…”

Fortunately, his wife wasn’t glaring at him with a piercing gaze.

She didn’t hear.

It was fortunate they were some distance apart.

The assistant manager sighed deeply and sat back down.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing. Just talking about work with my subordinate, haha.”

“Really? To me, it sounded like he was asking you to send photos of a woman with an anal plug.”

“Ah…”

The assistant manager’s heart sank at his wife’s casual remark.

She had heard everything.

He was screwed.

“N-no, that’s not it! Actually, I was asking for photos of my subordinate’s daughter…”

“What?! Your subordinate’s daughter?! Are you really insane?”

Somehow, the more he tried to explain, the deeper he sank into the quagmire.

The assistant manager felt tears welling up from frustration and betrayal.

He never expected the subordinate he was fond of would try to assassinate him like this.