Chapter 27

“It is very different from the music I heard last time. You know, the one you…”

“Ah.”

“The one you were listening to while masturbating.”

Words always brought enlightenment once said. Even the reality of what the hell she said herself.

Just as Na-Yool turned into a living but breathless statue as the words unintentionally ran out of her own mouth, she heard a scoff next to her.

“I also played it when I took you back home, a normal setting, so you could have mentioned that time instead…”

“…..”

“… Or was it on purpose, Na-Yool?” asked Si-Jin, as he turned the wheel. Unlike his joyful face, his voice was low.

Na-Yool knew it was pointless to expect polite speech from a rude two-faced like him, but every time he would drop the honorific, she felt smaller and smaller. Plus, in this situation where they were not in the office but in his car, just the two of them, and him, as if he had waited for it, dropping his mask to pin the blame on her while her mind was in total confusion… she did not know what to do.

“No it was not on purpose. It’s just that I first heard it back then…”

Indeed, what to do? What other choice but to pretend and answer in a low subside voice.

As soon as Si-Jin heard Na-Yool’s fake weak tone, he laughed brightly. At first glance he looked sympathetic, but she could tell he was not getting fooled by her deceptive act.

“You have to get facts straight. You heard it when you jumped me too.”

“……”

“As if it was only when I masturbated… Hm?”

Almost at the same time, the car stopped, just after it entered a congested street where cars did not move at all. Na-Yool stared with baffled eyes at Si-Jin’s right hand that crawled up her jeans, suddenly freed from its driving responsibility. As he casually ignored the traffic mess, he took his chance at sexual harassment with much confidence. Had she been drowsier than she already was, she might even have let him do it, thinking she was dreaming.

Fortunately, she was still awake to reality. With no warning, she slapped his dirty hand. Instead, in reaction, Si-Jin buried his hand further between her thighs.

Na-Yool looked at him with an astonished look, but anyway, he was who he was. The boring, elegant music still came out, and Si-Jin, his left arm stretched out with the hand grabbing the wheel, looked straight in front of him with the innocent face of a man who had nothing to do with sexual harassment.

As if his left hand and brain were oblivious to what his right hand was doing.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Na-Yool grabbed his naughty wrist. Of course, she closed the gap between her legs to prevent his hand from digging in farther. She heard him chuckle, but she feigned ignorance to discuss seriously. Or at least, as seriously as she could.

“You keep saying I ‘jumped’ you but…”

She felt sad for herself as she had to to bring those words out in all seriousness. Above all, with a criminal hand stuck between her thighs.

“…I wish you would not associate such dirty words with myself.”

“Better be the one doing the jumping than the one being jumped. No?”

“No.”

“And here I was being thoughtful…”

“I hate it either way.”

“Fine. Then let’s call it mutual sex then.”

“I do not want to hear that either.”

“Then what?”

Na-Yool was baffled and annoyed at him for even asking. She answered with a sigh.

“What do you think? You just need to keep silent about it.”

“Even though you were the one who talked about masturbating and my dick first?”

“I am simply mentioning that I happened to unintentionally see it, just to state the facts…!”

“And so am I, aren’t I?”

“……”

Speechless, Na-Yool closed her lips tight for a moment. It was one of the small habits she displayed every time she had a surge of anger and unyielding spirit that she had to suppress with force.

“I apologize. There is no more reason anymore to see it or talk about it anyway—”

“There are plenty, for both. That’s why I’m asking your opinion.”

“—I will not call it this way in the future, so be careful with your words too, Mr. President.”

“Why are you apologizing for calling a dick a dick? My dick is just a dick.”

“No. Even if it is the way it is, I should not have called it a dick. I’m sorry for calling your dick a dick. I should not have encouraged it.”

It was a solemn conditional apology filled with a lamentable and brutal truth. Had she ever abused the word ‘dick’ so easily in her lifetime? She felt like her mouth had fallen into a deep pit from which she would never come out of… A pit full of vulgar words, that were against her nature.