episode_0079

I woke up feeling something touching me.

I couldn’t figure out when I fell asleep again. I was sure the old man had suddenly lifted me up…

“Are you awake…?”

As soon as I heard the voice of the old man who was completely locked up, I started to remember my actions one by one.

“…”

My face was burning hot. I felt a little uncomfortable making eye contact with the old man, so I just nodded with my head down.

“I’m sorry. I was rough again…”

There was something strange about what the old man was saying. It was because he was telling a story that was completely different from what I remembered.

I hate to admit it, but in my memory, the victim was clearly the old man and I was the perpetrator.

I used to swear at the old man a lot, calling him a pervert and all, but in reality, I thought I was an even worse bitch…

‘Hurry up and give it to me…?’

The memory of rubbing my thighs against the old man’s and urging me hit my head. I felt dizzy. No matter how much I thought about it, I still had the feeling that it wasn’t me.

Did I really turn out to be such a bright girl…? By any chance, even on my first day with you…?

As I thought about that, something chilled my spine. What if I was the only pervert? What if the old man wasn’t the type to be so open about it from the beginning?

What if I had just climbed on top of that old man and acted cute and… pressured him into doing things like that?

The fact that I don’t have a lot of memories from the first day made me think that my guess might be closer to the truth.

My face felt like it was going to burst as I recalled the shame that was washing over me and how I had pretended not to know anything and had been blaming the old man for everything.

“That…”

“I’m really sorry, I’m so embarrassed.”

A cowardly voice rang in my ears and my head. I felt sorry for the old man who was acting, but this time, the memory came back clearly.

After nagging the old man, he worked hard. When the old man showed that he was really having a hard time and did not move, he started to act all sorts of cute…

“I remember everything…”

“What…”

I couldn’t stand to be bare-faced, so I ended up covering myself with the blanket. What kind of face should I have to look at the old man with? And why did the old man lie and say it was his fault?

I’ve never been in such a tight spot with an old man before, so I thought I was going crazy. Am I really crazy? I don’t know if I had been drinking, but I did something like that when I was sober…

“Was it like this on the first day too…?”

“No! Not at all!”

The firm answer only made me more suspicious, because it wasn’t like an old man’s answer.

It seemed that he was trying his best to save my reputation by telling short lies because I was clearly embarrassed.

“Ahh…isn’t this crazy…”

I was tearing at my hair.

Danhwa, you crazy bitch… was it that good? So much so that you were prepared to pass on this embarrassment to me the next day?

“I told you not? Danhwa, you know, I was really excited and just came in…”

“Why are you excited?”

“Of course you are the one… sigh!”

The old man hurriedly covered her mouth, but that was enough.

I was the kind of person who would do something like that even when I was sober. I couldn’t even imagine how shameful it would be if I were in a state of confusion.

“Get out.”

“What’s wrong, Danhwa? It’s not you.”

“I’m so embarrassed I could die. Please leave…”

I wanted to be alone for a while. That’s also because I just realized something was wrong with my body.

Every time the old man spoke flusteredly or touched my body, a faint heat rose and my lower abdomen throbbed.

Why are you doing this, is that not enough…?

Silence came with the sound of the door carefully closing.

But my hot face showed no signs of cooling down, and memories of the time I spent with the old man… no, of me using the old man kept hitting me.

“Eww! You crazy bitch!!”

I threw the blanket over my head and slammed the pillow. The soft, fluffy texture deliciously ate up my hard punches and set my heart on fire.

I spent a long time venting my emotions in the bedroom.

‘Crunch.’

I realized too late that quite a bit of time had passed since I had been screaming and screaming for food on my stomach, how much I had been swearing and how much I had been acting up.

Now that I think about it, I was originally going to eat rice, but I went crazy trying to do that and didn’t even eat.

They say that the three strongest human desires are sleep, appetite, and sex, and I started to think that sex might be the strongest of all.

Don’t you do that without even eating, don’t you do that without even sleeping, clinging to me and making me nag…

I found myself hating the author, God, who created such desires in humans.

‘Knock knock knock.’

There was a cautious knock on the door and I spoke reflexively.

“What’s going on!”

“No, eat… food.”

“Okay…!”

‘Crunch crunch crunch.’

I was about to refuse because I didn’t have the confidence to face the old man and eat a meal with him, but my stomach, which had a completely different opinion than me, started growling loudly.

“It’s lunch time now. If we skip this time, we won’t have eaten anything all day.”

‘Crunch, crunch.’

My stomach rumbled as if in response to the old man’s words.

“Just eat it…”

It wasn’t that I was eating because I was hungry. After hearing what the old man said, I realized that he couldn’t starve himself all day like me.

The old man was quite a picky eater, but just like how I skipped dinner because I didn’t eat, if I said I wouldn’t eat this time too, it was obvious that the old man would starve too.

Even if the old man is a superhuman, it’s just because he has good physical specs, but it doesn’t mean he’s free from human desires or physiological phenomena.

Moreover, men tend to use more physical strength than women when doing such things, and since I worked hard to pick that old man, he’s probably almost dead right now…

“Sigh… Okay, hurry up and sit down at the table. I prepared something for you.”

As I left the room, the old man let out a sigh of relief and pushed me towards the table. When I came to, I found myself sitting in front of a deliciously baked French toast.

I also got a mug of cocoa milk, with warm steam rising from it, from somewhere.

I was worried that I would get sick if I just stuffed the food in my stomach, so I held the mug with both hands and slowly began to empty my stomach by sipping it.

The sweet drink soothed my empty stomach and made my body feel relaxed. Moreover, perhaps because the act served as an appetizer, my appetite began to explode.

“I’ll eat well… No, I’ll eat well…”

I almost spoke formally out of gratitude, but then I changed my words because I realized it was a mistake. The man and I are partners, not father and daughter.

The old man had a complex about being old, and more than anything, he often got misunderstood like that when he hung out with me, so it was even worse.

If I act like an adult, the old man won’t have any unnecessary misunderstandings.

I have to work hard to appeal to my dignity as an adult woman so that I don’t get treated like a child, and so that I don’t get labeled as a crazy guy who does things like children.

I bit into the French toast. The bread soaked in egg water gave off a rich flavor and made me happy.

I didn’t know the old man had such talent. While I was eating something delicious, my expression relaxed without me realizing it.

I wondered what all my worries had been about until now, and I felt like I wanted to just move on and say, “Whatever is good is good.”

Although I am obscene, I don’t usually show it. It wasn’t entirely the fault of the old man who surprised me with his male behavior when I was feeling down.

If you think about it, it’s probably 1: 1. Even I, who rarely has interest in such things, can’t refuse when I’m hit with such a weakness, as long as I have this body.

I nodded while sipping my cocoa milk. It’s because he’s handsome, it’s because he’s kind, and it’s because he’s amazing.

It’s clearly the uncle’s fault. I’m not completely at fault… just a little bit.

“How long are you going to stay here? We have to go back. We can’t keep leaving our shelter to Hyejine.”

Well, I don’t think they’re going to eat our shelter right away, but I had another concern.

If you rent out a house you were living in to someone else, the house will naturally change to suit that person’s personality.

Likewise, it would have been very difficult if the shelter, which had so many traces of me and my uncle, had become an unfamiliar space while we were away.

It’s clearly our house, but it feels like we’re living in someone else’s house.

“There’s a request I’ve already received, and I’ve been told to take my time looking around and find out, so I’ll do that. You don’t have to worry too much about Shelter either. Park Leader said he’ll take good care of it.”

“When did you visit that person again?”

I don’t know where you’ve been wandering around like that.

“Our radio is borrowing the channel from the Blue Fields. Is there anything you need to find? I just asked Leader Park over the radio.”

Well, then.

“Then I guess I should finish my schedule here quickly. Let’s eat and move.”

“Okay.”

As expected, work stories were the best. All the strange thoughts that had been bothering me disappeared.

But what are you doing tonight?