“Uh… … That… … .”
What do you mean, ‘what can I do’…? As Yi-an’s mind went completely blank and his eyes darted around in confusion, the corners of the lips facing him curved lazily upward.
“Your pussy is so tight that my finger joints wear down just trying to fuck you once, and your milk doesn’t come out when I want it to, but bursts out out of nowhere.”
“…….”
“I spared your life because you said you’d do anything, but I honestly don’t know what you’re good at… No matter how I look at it, this is a losing proposition for me.”
The smoke flowing from between the man’s lips scattered hazyly into the air. He looked down indifferently at the cigarette ash falling from his fingertips, then turned his head to watch Yi-an.
“How have you been living like this?”
“Yes?”
“You weren’t really living your life working around your pussy, were you?”
Ah, again… … .
Perhaps one’s next course of action is decided by words thrown out as if just testing the waters. If so, he had to prove that he had lived diligently and was more useful than expected. His hesitant lips parted urgently.
“No, not at all. Well, I’ve worked part-time at a convenience store and as a delivery assistant. Before that, I also worked as a server at a restaurant; they just wanted an older woman who worked all day, but they actually told me I did a good job for a part-timer and asked me to come in when it was busy. And also…”
Rambling on and on, words poured out endlessly as he retraced his past. It was only when the story went back to the first part-time job he had started without knowing any better that Yi-an remembered his situation and trailed off. There was no need to talk about this much…
“Is that so? That’s amazing.”
Instead, the man nodded coolly and agreed. Yi-an’s face turned bright red at the sudden response, and he lowered his head and fidgeted his toes.
It was a somewhat unfamiliar experience for Yi-an, who had never received warm attention from an elder. The restaurant owner and the convenience store owner had given him compliments before, but… …. This was different from those times. As he looked down at his feet, brooding over the strange feeling, the man lightly tapped his exposed pink knee with his calf.
“Where did you spend all that money you earned?”
Yi-an looked at him, his thighs twitching at the action. There was a hint of laughter in his voice as he emphasized that he had earned “a lot”. He was a person who was completely unpredictable.
“Uh…….”
As the man mentioned, he didn’t earn much, but after spending the money he earned to cover food, clothing, and shelter for Yiseo and himself, he didn’t have even ten won left. Even so, eighty percent of it was given to Yiseo… … . In any case, he had no choice but to continue ‘running errands’ even though he felt uneasy.
“If I pay the rent and buy some things… … .”
Yi-an bit his lip as he continued speaking.
He had completely forgotten. No, rather than forgetting, he had no time to remember. Because of the constant and critical situations, he had not contacted Yiseo for over a day and had not come home. There were times when he had gotten caught up in work and had come home later than he had originally planned, or late in the morning, but he had never been away from home for this long.
What time is it now? Yi-an quickly glanced to the side and looked at the window in the hallway. Judging by the sunlight streaming in through the window, he could tell what time it was… Fortunately, Yiseo would have arrived at school at dawn, and she would still be at school. So he still had an excuse.
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