Lee Junseo (Son) – I’m This Guy’s Owner

* Lee Junseo (Son) – I’m This Guy’s Owner (2)

After slamming the cup I held in my hand down on the woman’s head, a thought occurred to me with a detached feeling. It’s a thought I would never have normally. A thought that I would normally find unpleasant, but today, I understood it with indifference.

「Did Father ever taste this feeling?」

I never wanted to have this thought in my entire life.

Frankly, he’s not even a human worth protecting, is he?

Less than human, trash, a sex offender, a serious criminal just by looking at his actions.

I have zero affection for him, but I didn’t want to gain a sense of kinship by tasting the feelings of that already dead piece of human garbage.

And yet, and yet, and yet, I’m walking the same path as that human garbage.

No one can stop me.

I pushed Grandma away and said I was going to bury the body here, so now I’m the owner of this place.

“……………”

I held back the urge to scream “Shibal!” to the world while going batshit crazy beyond just being angry. Even as people pushed me away from here and dragged me from the house to the village, I suppressed the throbbing vein in my forehead. It was my first time experiencing something like this, so I had no idea what to say, and I had to endure throwing up for two weeks.

I didn’t think a sprained ligament was a big deal, so when I felt a little better, I took off the bandage on my own and took out my anger. The result is the miserable state of this room right now. Calling women as I pleased and holding them however I wanted to relieve stress. And I even committed violence, but even after throwing the broken cup, my conscience didn’t prick me.

“Don’t make me say it twice. I’m leaving.”

“Ah, understood~!”

Han-a, whom I beat, is a sharp-tongued woman full of piercings, but she’s smiling even as blood flows from her forehead after being beaten by me. I didn’t want to feel guilty or comfort such a subhuman product as a human being. Even though I knew that this idea itself was being influenced by my father, I didn’t care anymore. Because I needed this personality now.

‘Father… Mother…’

I missed those pieces of trash today for some reason. I held back what I felt like I was about to blurt out and picked up a club from the yard, the kind you’d use to beat a dog to death. As I held it and blankly walked out of the building, the female servants followed me out in a hurry, wiping my body with towels and putting clothes on me, being consistently devoted.

“What should we do with those two?”

“Wash them and bring them here.”

I thought carefully during those two weeks without going crazy.

Why does this fucking bloodline keep trying to tie me to the village?

Why did that fucking bitch reveal our sister’s back to the entire nation?

Can’t I really just live quietly with three women?

Really.

I was seriously worried.

Even as women stuck to me like this, taking care of my personal affairs and changing all my clothes, my thoughts didn’t end. If this ridiculous reality crushes even my small wishes, it wouldn’t be strange for me to respond by becoming twisted. Since there’s a precedent called my father as a result of that, I guess I’ll be following in his footsteps.

“Heh…”

A silly laugh burst out at the ridiculous situation, even to my own ears. To be walking the same path as the human being I hated so much, I wonder if this is what bloodline is. Besides, when I came to my senses, I was wearing a bathrobe and standing in the mahjong parlor. I was going to wait until Yeowon-eomeoni and Seowoo-nuna came to their senses, so I walked blankly until I got here.

“Aga, are you really okay? Can you recognize Halmi’s face?”

“………?”

Did she happen to see me like this? Or did she follow me from the beginning? Grandma Sunok was standing behind me in her hanbok, expressing her concern. I had been living in the same building for two weeks, so it wasn’t strange, but I felt reluctant to react.

“Those gasinas are crazy… They made our aga this angry… Your face is so pale… Like I said before… This Halmae will take care of all those crazy bitches, so don’t worry and go back home… Or did you come out for some fresh air? Then how about changing your clothes at least…”

Words of concern, a sincere face, but I don’t welcome that affection.

Because this face will never be directed at the sisters.

“Halmeoni. How did you feel when Father went on a rampage and went outside the village?”

“What all of a sudden. Why are you asking that?”

“Just curious.”

“Don’t tell me you’re sympathizing with that human trash? Don’t scratch Halmae’s heart… I don’t have much life left, so if even you do that… I really can’t live…”

Grandma is apparently called a strong woman by others, but in front of me, she was just Grandma after all. She recalled what happened with Father and must have thought it couldn’t happen again, because her face was pale.

“I’m different from Father. I have a conscience, so I can’t go that far. But I’m asking because it’s an environment I can relate to to some extent. Isn’t it too much to tell me not to go even when I have such a dog-like bitch in front of me?”

“So you’re going to ignore this Halmi and go out? In front of those hyena-like bastards?”

“…………”

“Aigo…”

My mind was hazy, but I was still gripping the club in my hand tightly. Even I thought it was a scary and inhuman attitude. Holding something like this in front of my own grandmother. Grandma let out a sigh at my threatening attitude and felt sorry for me.

“That bloodline doesn’t go anywhere… It’s a regrettable thing… It’s a regrettable thing… Heo-eo-eo~!”

A grandson holding a club in front of his grandmother. I could understand Grandma’s feelings to a great extent just from this, but she wasn’t afraid, apart from being upset. Whether it’s because of Father’s influence, or because Grandma is just a strong woman, there’s also the fact that she’s not afraid even if someone like me is holding a club. Even if I look in the mirror, I don’t think I’d look scary to myself.

But I had to say it.

In the worst case, even if it means killing the person in front of me.

I need to express that I’m this much of a piece of trash…

“Doryeonnim, let’s put that down and talk…”

“You’re not going to hold it in front of Manim, are you?”

“I understand you’re upset…”

“But still…”

A servant I don’t even know from the side supports Grandma and shrinks back. That’s a hundred times right. What am I doing in front of my own grandmother right now? But if I don’t do this, my words will become too light. A guy like me who has been loafing around with my sisters outside my whole life, no matter how heavy my voice is, it’ll only be as heavy as a stone lying on the road.

“Halmeoni. I’ll take care of the ending, so can you take care of all the troublesome procedures and stories over there? It’s my first time standing in court, so I don’t know anything. How many people experience something like this in their lifetime? Anyway, I’ll come back to the village, so please let me finish it.”

“What are you trying to do…?!”

“I’ve said everything I wanted to say.”

“Aga!”

She calls me, but she doesn’t say it’s not allowed. Is it because of what happened with Father that she’s reluctant to cross the line any further? Even with me in front of her, she didn’t walk forward. Instead, a man in a suit appeared, as if he had heard that I had come out of the building.

“Doryeonnim.”

A face that’s especially familiar to me.

It’s the bald guy.

“If you leave it to us, we’ll take care of everything. So please stop venting your anger and go back to your room.”

I was boiling with anger at his calm appearance as always. What’s so great about him, one of the causes of this incident, to say such things? Or is he deliberately trying to piss me off?

“You see this as just venting my anger…?”

“Yes.”

“Oh! This is venting my anger, alright!”

Ppagaek!

“──?!”

I naturally slammed his head with the club I was holding. He must not have expected me to actually hit him like the first time we met, because his expression showed bewilderment as his head bounced to the side. Since it was a wooden stick, it split in half after hitting his head once, making it difficult to use twice.

“Munsang-a…”

“Keum, keuheem, I’m alright.”

He smiles as if it’s something that happens often, but blood is flowing down from his torn forehead. But both I and the other person treated it as if it was something that was supposed to happen from the start, let alone holding a grudge.

“Doryeonnim, who hated it so much… It’s funny how he’s gradually resembling his father──”

Ttagak!

“Ugh… Look at that, look at that…”

As soon as he finished speaking, I threw a part of the club that was split in half at his head. He didn’t stop laughing even as the second stream of blood ran down his forehead and over the bridge of his nose.

“Doryeonnim is this kind of person… You can’t fool the bloodline… He’s usually quiet, but when you touch his family, his eyes go crazy… The eldest hyungnim was like this and went out of the village, are you just going to keep trying to hold him back…?”

“Hamo… Whose child is he… I thought he wouldn’t resemble him, but he ended up like this after all…”

“He wants it that way, so let him do as he pleases. He almost died in the same way as the guy who killed his father, so wouldn’t he be angry?”

“Why does Junseo have to get his hands dirty… You said you’d take care of everything…”

“He said he wants to do it himself, so what can we do.”

Grandma looks at me, asking if I really have to go out and see blood, but I have something more twisted than that, so she doesn’t even come into my sight.

This bald bastard.

What’s with him all of a sudden?

Why did he change his words as if he was taking my side after laughing at me?

“Doryeonnim, I’ll prepare the car, so… please come with us…”

“What are you talking about.”

Kka-ang!

Teong!

“!”

I hit his head twice with all my might with the wide part of the shovel, and he fell over as if he was dizzy. He’s big, but he can’t beat a tool, he’s just a human after all. His expression of not knowing why he was hit as his sunglasses came off at the end was a masterpiece.

“Don’t try to gloss over it like when Haeun-nuna, you, and I first met. I was too scared to hit you back then, but it’s not the same now.”

“Euheok…”

Do I care if you take me to a bar, protect me, or whatever?

What you did to Haeun-nuna and my family is still the same.

Considering what happened to Yoodong-hyung as well…

“I’ll take care of it myself, so don’t fucking interfere.”

“Doryeo…!”

I hit him once more before he could say anything else.

He didn’t die, but he became quiet quickly.

“Annoying bastard.”

I gave you a chance, but you disappointed me, so I don’t need you anymore.

I’m going to do it alone, you shibalyeon.