4

‘Are you ignoring me too? Just because I’m a virgin, do you not even want to f*ck me?’

The woman who had been shouting with slurred speech, stumbling drunk.  

Doyun had reluctantly gone to the club at a friend’s insistence. They said it wouldn’t be fun without him, that the scene was lively today, so he should come quickly. 

Not fun, my as$.

It’s probably dull because, without him, no woman would be interested in those ugly faces.

Once, he thought it was somewhat fun to drink heavily and hang out with women at clubs. Even the women who blatantly hit on him, begging to go to a motel, were kind of cute.  

But soon, everything became tiresome. The loud music pounding his eardrums was tiresome, the faces of his friends he saw every day were tiresome, and the women desperate to sleep with him were cumbersome.  

It was while he was smoking alone, trying to avoid the women who were annoyingly clinging to him.  

“Let go, damn it!”

A woman’s voice shouted irritably. She seemed very drunk, unable to stand still, and was wildly swinging her arms at the man. The man, pretending to support her, was crudely touching her waist and hips.  

There were quite a few people on the street, but no one intervened. They just seemed to think it was a common couple’s quarrel. Do-yoon was no different.  

He was about to withdraw his gaze, which he had cast without interest. The man, who was supporting her waist, moved his hand towards her chest, and the woman’s eyes flared. She swung her clutch bag and struck the man’s chin.

As soon as the man let out a groan and fell, the woman took off her shoe and struck the man’s head. It was a swift and efficient movement. Do-yoon unintentionally let out a soft “Oh” in admiration.  

“Don’t touch me, you bastard!”

“You b*tch, you crazy woman…”

The man, hit on the head with the shoe, spat on the ground. When the woman tried to swing her shoe again, he grabbed her wrist forcefully. The woman staggered, almost falling, as she was dragged by the man’s hand.  

“You b*tch, I was letting it slide, damn it. You’re really asking for it.”  

The angry man snorted and raised his arm. His hand, raised high, was tightly clenched. Do-yoon grabbed the man’s wrist. The man, surprised to have his wrist suddenly seized, turned around.  

His eyes were narrow, and his cheekbones jutted out, making him look terribly ugly. 

How could such a guy even call himself a man and walk around with his head held high?  

Do-yoon wore a sardonic smile.  

“No matter what, you shouldn’t hit a woman.”  

“What the hell, who the f*ck are you?”

Seeing Do-yoon, who was a head taller than himself and adorned with numerous piercings, the man hesitated for a moment. Then he furrowed his brow and scowled fiercely. The man tried to shake off his wrist but only managed to redden his face, unable to free himself from Do-yoon’s grip.  

Do-yoon gave a slight smile at the man’s face, then pulled the man’s arm towards him. He drove his fist forcefully into the man’s abdomen as he drew closer.  

“Ugh, ugh!”  

From the outside, it looked like a friendly embrace between old friends. The man wheezed, unable to breathe properly due to the fist lodged in his solar plexus.  

While warmly embracing the man, Do-yoon punched him repeatedly. The flabby belly, devoid of any muscle, wasn’t even satisfying to hit. He thrust his fist deep inside and whispered kindly.  

“I said get lost, you piece of trash. Just take it easy and leave.”  

“Ugh, damn it……”  

As soon as Do-yoon released his hand, the man collapsed to the ground, curling up and coughing violently. He hadn’t even hit him that hard, yet the man was making a big fuss. After coughing for a while, the man finally noticed the people’s stares and scrambled to his feet.  

As he limped away like a defeated soldier, he yelled loudly from a distance.  

“F*cking bastards, I’ll get you, damn it!”

What was he even yelling about?

Pretending to clean his ears, Do-yoon approached the woman sitting on the ground. She had her head bowed deeply, as if completely uninterested in the commotion around her, trembling intermittently.  

“Hey, are you okay?”

He kindly picked up the clutch bag that was lying on the ground and placed it on the woman’s lap. The woman flinched and trembled as she lifted her head. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes were unfocused and bleary, as if she was completely drunk.  

The lipstick on her plump lips didn’t really suit her. With her large, wide eyes, a softer and more gentle color seemed more fitting than the provocative, seductive shade.  

This thought gave him the urge to wipe off the lipstick smeared on her lips. It would be even better to clean it off with his lips, with his tongue.  

The woman, who had been staring blankly at him, suddenly frowned.  

“And who are you? You’re good-looking.”  

“What?”  

Even in this situation, she called him handsome. For some reason, he couldn’t help but chuckle. The woman shook off his hand, which was trying to help her up, and shouted angrily.  

“Why are you laughing? Do you think I’m a joke too? Are you looking down on me because I’m inexperienced at my age? Is it such a crime that I’ve never had s*x?”  

“No, wait a minute.”  

Whether she fell over or got hit, the onlookers, who had been merely watching, looked on with interest. The woman, mid-sentence, suddenly burst into tears, sobbing sorrowfully.  

“I want to do it too! What can I do if they say I’m not attractive? I need to have s*x to know! I want to have s*x!”

“Okay, okay, just be quiet, please.”  

Embarrassed by the gathering stares, Do-yoon hurriedly covered the woman’s mouth. Her small face was easily covered with one hand. With her mouth blocked, the woman only rolled her eyes.  

Just as he was about to sigh in relief, the woman furrowed her brow and made a strange, unsettling sound.

Do-yoon urgently pulled the woman. Throughout being dragged, the woman continuously mumbled obscene things about wanting to have s*x. He had no choice but to take her to the motel right next door.

“Ah, she’s really hard to handle.”

After laying the woman down on the bed, Do-yoon massaged his stiff shoulders. The woman mumbled something and curled up. Her skirt rode up, clearly revealing her panties. From what he glimpsed, they were black. 

Huh.

He clicked his tongue and opened the wallet. It was the wallet he had taken from the woman’s bag to show her ID instead of letting the completely drunk woman do it.

Do-yoon tilted his head askew.

“Lee Ji-an? Pretty name.”

She was only two years older than him. The woman in the ID photo looked very neat and composed. A completely different face from the one who was boldly talking about s*x on the street.

“Ugh, it’s hot.”

The woman, tossing on the bed, sluggishly pulled down her skirt while complaining about the heat. Her panties followed, hanging precariously on her hips. Not satisfied with just removing the bottom, she soon started undoing her blouse buttons one by one.

Though swaying back and forth, dropping her head, the woman somehow managed to take off all her clothes. What was under the blouse was quite provocative underwear. Mesh, lace, black. Seems like she was determined to get laid today.

Feeling an inexplicable impulse, Do-yoon approached the woman and undid her bra hooks instead of her constantly slipping hands. As soon as the bra came undone, her br*asts that were confined in the bra spilled out with a bounce.

The pink *reolas were beautifully blooming in circles at the center of her swollen br*asts. The *rect peaks had clearly never been tasted by anyone. Probably never been touched by anyone either.

Do-yoon reached out and grabbed her br*ast. Her full br*ast filled his large hand.

“Your br*asts are pretty.”

“Really?”

At his words while fondling her br*asts, the woman smiled sweetly. As if she’d never heard such praise before.

Her innocent smile made his throat strangely dry. Sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, Do-yoon grinned.

“Pretty. Makes me want to suck, bite, and lick them. Can I?”

“Hm? Um… yes.”

The woman shifted her eyes in thought before breaking into a bright smile. Do-yoon eagerly took her br*ast in his mouth. For someone who insisted she was inexperienced, she was provocative and bold. She spread her legs without hesitation, mounted him, and even made pretty whimpering sounds while moving her hips.

Then suddenly, she came to her senses and screamed, asking who he was, only to nod her head again, saying she wanted to continue.

Really troublesome, and an interesting woman.