Chapter 85

Sang-Hoon’s mouth, which would be talking rubbish at other times, remained quiet. For him to shut up for good was all Na-Yool ever wished, but this did not feel right. Right now, it did not feel pleasant at all.

“…How did you get here?”

It took Na-Yool more courage than expected to break this dreadful silence, with a suitably neither ferocious nor intimidating voice. Sang-Hoon, who was leaning against the wall facing Na-Yool’s front door, slowly stepped away from the wall.

‘Did you sleep well?” he asked casually after ignoring her. She was used to his tone sounding like they had just met yesterday, but in fact it felt unfamiliar. Na-Yool squinted her eyes and asked again.

“I said, how did you get here?”

“Does it matter?” replied Sang-Hoon with a grim laugh.

His voice was of a kind that Na-Yool had never heard before when they were dating. A voice crackling hoarsely, deep from the throat. Not only was it different from when they were together, but also from the last time she had seen him.

And extremely more incomparable to that time when he had stubbornly pestered her in a drunk state.

“Of course it does. After all, I should explain to the landlord why I’m moving out so quickly.”

“You’re moving out?”

“Yeah. Because of you.” replied Na-Yool, annoyed, while reminding herself of how she had behaved the last time. She had to be natural. He was a lunatic, and who knew when and for what reason he had come all the way here.

“That’s a cute thought.”

She had to continue acting like that time. A similar tone, a similar expression, a similar attitude. Even if Sang-Hoon was completely different than back then. I must act naturally. Be natural, natural… Na-Yool crazily repeated to herself and forced her face into an annoyed expression.

Provoking him would do no good, hence kicking him in the shin and fighting all out like she previously did was out of the question. That being said, if Na-Yool was to obediently go along with his whim unlike her usual self, Sang-Hoon would inevitably see through her act. The sudden situation made her shrivel up, tense and worried that he might do something to her.

Who knew if such suspicion could not instead trigger him into taking unplanned crazy actions? How could she know if treating him like a criminal would not ultimately lead to him going after her holding a knife?

One way or another, it seemed like it would be both a stimulus and a pretext for this lunatic. Sure enough, there was no use reasoning with a crazy man… Na-Yool was confident that simply voicing out her natural fear was the easy way.

Na-Yool looked up and glared disdainfully at Sang-Hoon, as he walked over the narrow hallway to stand right in front of her. She did her best to gather in just the right amount of contempt.

As he approached her way, a faint yet pungent smell of alcohol reeked from his body, but he invariably looked abnormally fine. He appeared so sane in mind that he instead seemed even more insane.

Sang-Hoon was smiling. A smile full of endearment, just like when they were dating.

“I never gave you the code for the complex entrance door. Something is wrong here.”

Even if she had, it would be hard not to get the creeps seeing him stand at her door given the fact that they had broken up…

Of course, Na-Yool knew that the security of the building was in name only. All it took to trespass this kind of code-locked building door was to follow behind someone entering it.

However, Na-Yool was a person who believed only stalkers and robbers would dare sneak into restricted entry areas.

Therefore, to her, just by standing here now, Sang-Hoon looked like a highly promising criminal. She no longer considered Si-Jin’s extreme scenarios as ‘extreme’, and the alarm in her head blew louder.

“Correct, since you never trusted your boyfriend even once. It’s not my fault that you’re a sly vixen.”

“……”

“How pissed do you think I would be to come here, Na-Yool.”

With a mellow voice, his cold fingertips reached for her face. Na-Yool swats them aside in disgust. Sang-Hoon retracted his hand with no resistance and grinned.

“…Since when have you been here?”

“Since last night.”

“……”

“I came because I wanted to see you, but then feared I might wake you up from a good sleep.”

“…..”

His characteristic seemingly virtuous smile and his red bloodshot eyes were fervently betraying each other. Na-Yool stealthily stuck to the wall, glanced at the arms about to trap her in, and swiftly dodged away to the side. But then an arm reached out. The hand that had just slammed the wall behind her did not stay there as Na-Yool expected, but instead slid down in a matter of seconds and grabbed her by the shoulder.

“So I kept waiting at the door. Like last time, trying not to disturb or bother you. Aren’t I nice, Na-Yool?”

“…..”

“Be good and praise me. It was really hard to endure it—”

“—Is it your first time doing this, or is it not?”

“I kept holding back.”

“…..”

“I’ve been holding back wanting to open this door and coming in since last week, damn it!”

Not only ‘since last week’ answered Na-Yool’s question, but it was even beyond calculation. The shoulder grabbed by Sang-Hoon slightly jerked. As Sang-Hoon exerted too much force while her body began to tremble, it was unclear which was first as it happened at the same time.

Only now did Na-Yool realize how ridiculous it was that she had not even been scared of him that day when he was completely drunk.

It was a different scene than the ones created by the synergy of Si-Jin’s countless brainwashing and her insecure imagination.

In the late sunrise of a winter day, although the early morning glow barely filtering into the building was nothing special, it had a natural dim wholesomeness typical of mornings. Like fresh and soothing air, a time which made one confidently believe nothing could harm them. Such brightness.

It only took a second for Na-Yool’s convenient belief to shatter. From the moment she saw Sang-Hoon when she opened her door to when her body got pressed to the wall, very quick indeed. His semi-erected manhood rubbed against her flank along her pelvis. Failing to catch the heavy eco bag she was carrying with her shoulder bag, Na-Yool bit her lip. Documents loudly scattered out, but as if she was paralyzed, she could not move an inch. Her feeble fingers violently trembled in the air.

“Why are you shaking like this, hm? How pitiful.”

“…Move that thing away, while I’m still asking nicely.”

“Sigh… First let’s go inside and talk.”

“Let you in? Keep dreaming.”

“I’m already hard. I can’t go anywhere without releasing first… you know it.”

‘What does it have to do with me?”

“Na-Yool, if not you, who will take care of it?”

Contrary to her expectation that he would coerce her with no way out, he had instead made the surprising choice to press her for sex the same way he did when they were together. Although in her opinion it was not much different from being coerced, at least to him it certainly was otherwise.

Sang-Hoon looked like he had completely forgotten the many incidents which previously happened between them. As though they still had that kind of relationship, to urge her like this small and scrawny erected thing was the topmost priority, while naturally pushing the responsibility of his ejaculation into her hands — so was his usual way.

Sang-Hoon had for habit to alternate between emotional blackmail and obsessive coercion in fear the world would end if he did not ejaculate.

The fact that Na-Yool gradually avoided sleeping together when she yet still had good feelings about him, and the fact that her avoidance made him obsessed with 1-night trips which ‘you cannot escape once you arrive’, it all started because of his springy filthy dicky.

And all led to the current situation. Na-Yool pushed his shoulder with a trembling hand, torn between sudden fear and rightful anger. Of course, he did not budge.

Throughout the relationship, Na-Yool’s friends labeled him as ‘normal’. Like when Sang-Hoon would get turned on by himself and make such a big deal of it that he would always pounce straight on Na-Yool without even noticing that she was not in the mood. Like even now, whereas they had already broken up, and he was still clinging to her.