episode_0076

“Who do you think you are, you prostitute-like woman.”

The cold girl, with her haughty demeanor and neatly tied up lavender hair, who had come in swinging, spat out her first words in informal language and profanity that I had never heard from her before.

Having lived as a man for over 20 years, the insulting profanity that I had never heard in my life pierced my ears so clearly that my head spun.

A woman.

And a prostitute at that.

The only one who had shown her naked body was Lager, and even that was a very unfair expression from the perspective of someone who had not gone all the way.

But Dakota, with anger written all over her face, seemed to have no intention of stopping here.

“You said you would help me in front of others, emphasized that we were not in that kind of relationship, and it turns out it was all a deception?”

“Dakota, it’s a misunderstanding.”

“What misunderstanding? You said you two did it. And that you were shamefully thrown around like a dog in a damp, smelly warehouse!”

It was damp, but the warehouse didn’t smell that bad. Oh, is ‘thrown around like a dog’ the adjective attached to ‘shameful’?

But strictly speaking, I wasn’t thrown around like a dog. Not to mention ‘like a dog,’ but ‘thrown’ is not even true.

…but ‘thrown’ is already being treated as a fact.

There were a couple of things I wanted to point out, but it didn’t seem like the right timing, so I kept my mouth shut for now.

There were already too many people gathered here. A huge number of spectators, smelling of popcorn, surrounded us, buzzing around.

I didn’t want to talk about personal matters here.

“Dakota, let’s talk outside.”

“Why talk outside? Let’s talk here.”

“There are too many people here.”

“Are you embarrassed? Do you want to run away? Scared of getting caught with your pants down trying to seduce a man now?”

“No, it’s not that.”

“I’m just looking out for you, you stupid woman.”

It’s not about the rumors circulating about my private life on the village bus.

It’s about your private life being exposed vividly now.

I grabbed her arm as she tried to raise her hand and pulled her towards me.

Whispering in her ear.

“Did you tell Lager everything you did in the shower room for a month?”

“W-what, wh-what, what…?”

Dakota looked flustered.

She must have thought no one would know.

She must have thought only Lager knew.

This would make Lager very confused, but if you think about it, it’s the price he pays for spreading lies that he slept with me like it was official.

I decided to play along.

Now that I’ve had my little revenge on Lager, let’s get back to the main point, shall we?

I grabbed Dakota almost as if I were hugging her.

And whispered in her ear with contempt.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know? You and him were both naked in that tiny shower room when I was taking care of you.”

“N-no, that’s, something…”

“Who begged to be stripped naked and taken in that cramped place? Who called you a prostitute?”

“I-I, um…”

“Oh, have you already done it? Have you already received all his semen? Well, if you’re a caregiver, you have to show your naked body, right? You were probably called for lewd purposes from the start.”

“N-no, that’s not it. I…”

“Did the bed collapse? It seemed a bit weak for two people to get on. Or did you just do it standing up?”

Dakota’s face turned red, then pale.

I expected some teasing, but I didn’t expect such blatant innuendo to be thrown at her like this.

Leaving aside the wording, Dakota must have been surprised to know about my experience in the shower room.

And you messed with the wrong person.

A former Korean Army soldier, a GOP veteran, challenging with suggestive remarks in front of experienced colleagues?

How audacious to spew suggestive remarks in a room filled with frozen fields, grazing wild boars, flying cranes, and the spirit and time of secrecy and slander that were brewing in that space.

Show the power of the subordinate who gently melted the working hours of the seniors.

I almost twisted Dakota’s head, pulled it abruptly, and brought my face close.

“Ugh…!”

“Get yourself together. You might bleed from your ears.”

After a brief warning, I launched into full-fledged criticism and harassment.

“Are you not in love with that guy, just using him as a sex toy? When did it start? If it started a month ago, how many times did you do it?”

“Wait, Chloe. That’s a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding? Oh, you did it five times? If you did it five times a day, after breakfast, lunch, dinner, and after eating, you must have done it twice in the shower room.”

“It’s not five times, it’s a misunderstanding!”

Unconsciously, Dakota reverted to formal speech. Clenching his fists tightly under his arms, he trembled with embarrassment, turning pale.

Why did you barge in so rudely, not like a lady?

Makes me want to break you.

“Wow, if you do it five times a day, that’s 150 times in a month. How do you manage that?”

“You bitch obsessed with this dick.”

Receiving back the same words I had said at first, or rather, even more harshly, Dakota finally couldn’t bear it and screamed.

“I never did it, how many times do I have to say it for you to understand?!”

With a determined and defiant look, Dakota stared at me.

Instead of getting angry, I crossed my arms and enjoyed the gaze.

I chuckled and asked Dakota again.

“Do you want to continue? Or should I leave now?”

With eyes wide open, Dakota quickly left the restaurant.

Even after Dakota left, I added just one more thing and followed her.

“We didn’t fight. We were just talking. Like friends.”

It was a lie.

*

The place we chose for the second meeting was the smoking area in front of the hospital.

The reason was, first, because we both needed a smoke.

Second, during lunchtime on weekdays, there were hardly any visitors, so we could avoid people’s stares to some extent.

Of course, the main culprit who caused this situation, Lager, between the two of us, smoked his bitter cigarette with a troubled expression.

I took a long drag of my cigarette and deliberately blew the smoke towards Dakota, sneering.

“So, what are we going to talk about now? Sex-addicted bitch?”

“Listen, you’re really going too far. How many times do I have to say I didn’t do it?!”

“How can I believe that? You were both naked in that tight space. And I know the shower room too.”

Dakota sighed deeply, hitting his weak chest.

“Don’t keep hitting on a topic that’s non-existent.”

“Ah, that’s, uh, that’s harassment!”

“You’ve been harassing me all this time. If we’re going to talk about harassment, you started it. You pelvic thrusting cliff girl.”

This is a physical aspect that I really didn’t want to talk about because it’s so hard to overcome, but when you make people uncomfortable in such crowded places, the conversation changes. If you’re going to come at others, you should be prepared to get hit back, that’s the harsh truth of life that needs to be thoroughly educated.

“Please tell believable lies. When you’re standing so close together in a narrow space, naked, even non-existent sexual desire can arise and lead to reckless and intense intercourse, that’s common sense…”

“I didn’t undress. I didn’t undress!”

Dakota continued to complain consistently about feeling unfairly treated since earlier.

…But did he really not do it?

After spilling everything out, I suddenly became curious.

If Dakota really did shower without undressing, it would be entirely possible.

As that thought crossed my mind, I nervously flicked my cigarette and took a sip of my beer.

Suddenly met with a cold gaze, I hesitated, but Lager seemed to be listening attentively, lips pursed and nodding firmly.

“That’s right. I never undressed.”

…Does that make sense?

Is it really believable that for a whole month of consistent seduction while naked, he never once let his guard down and kept his clothes on?

Unable to believe it, I stared at Lager.

Confirming that the attacks towards him had subsided, Dakota grasped the knife handle again.

“I have something to confirm. Answer properly.”

“What is it. As I said before, most things about me are misunderstood…”

“So, how many months pregnant is Chloe?”

I mean, knowing the exact number of months of pregnancy without even knowing about the existence of a sexual relationship or pregnancy. How many steps did he skip?