Lee Woonghee’s expression was immediately readable.
‘What the fuck is that perverted bastard trying to do to me again?’
When his eyes were shining like that asking for kerosene, when was that? There was a reason he was hesitating like that.
It must be because he himself swelled his crotch. That’s why he raised his claws like a wildcat.
He can’t hide his displeasure at all. He probably doesn’t feel the need to bother. The man laughed languidly, sweeping his eyes. Though his temperament was fierce like a leopard cat and he wanted to strangle his nape right away and make him kneel before him…
Where are you going in human skin? Wouldn’t it be wrong to act so mercilessly and violently?
Fourteen suppressant pills. With something not even the size of the man’s fingernail, he could threaten you. For instance, couldn’t he do that? How long do you think you can endure with just a few of those pills? He could tell you, a lost little lamb, that he’d save you, so crawl between the man’s knees.
‘But you see, Lee Woonghee-ssi.’
We’re not beast cubs, are we? We’re intelligent beings with advanced intelligence who can make ethically rational decisions.
My art therapist also said that. Pleasure, excitement, enjoyment—those aren’t empathy abilities.
Such things must be suppressed with reason as much as possible to wear a human mask and live in society.
The man deeply agreed with those words.
Has there ever been a time in any corner of history when the dark longings and desires of one’s inner self were beautifully described when they were expressed?
That kind of thing is just ugly, Woonghee-ssi.
That’s because the man had a bird in his infancy. A very white and beautiful bird. The feathers covering its neck were soft and gentle.
The man especially liked that neck. It was very long and delicately slender.
It was his first swan.
When the purity of the bird came into his grasp, he became absorbed in the thought that he could gently manipulate it. The swan’s neck was long and thin, so it seemed he could easily twist it with just one movement. That delicate fragility was beautiful.
The man subdivided all time. He never wasted even a single minute or second. He fed it right on schedule, put it to sleep, and let it bask in the sunlight.
However. The fact that the swan committed suicide one day by repeatedly banging its head against a stone was something he completely failed to predict.
They said it was from stress. Stress. The food, sunlight, water quality—everything was the best. Why on earth? The man hit a wall he couldn’t understand. He had controlled everything himself. What was the problem?
‘You must be very heartbroken.’
The man’s mother sighed. Something swayed at the slender nape of the beautiful omega’s neck. It was a necklace studded with countless sparkling diamonds.
‘Why would my heart hurt, Mother?’
His kind, affectionate, and considerate mother stiffened her lips awkwardly.
‘Huh…?’
The man was appalled. What kind of acting is that, Mother?
She, who was the most successful actress in the country, was even praised as Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. She was a star who had even won Best Actress for her excellent acting skills.
But why does she crumble so helplessly before me like this? Before the child she bore from her own womb.
‘The heart is dead. It doesn’t exist. It has no life, so why would it hurt? How does the heart know pain?’
Mother, with a flustered look, gave a glance to the art therapist standing behind her. What on earth is going on? Why is my child still such a headache, why is it this bad, why can’t he be normal—that kind of look.
‘But I have a headache. How do I clean all that up? It’s dirty. Father cherishes the pond.’
The twelve-year-old child answered as such. Because the pond was dyed bright red.
The art therapist was fired that day. The charge was suggesting that they make him bond with animals since their only son seemed to lack emotions.
She was harshly slapped on the cheek with an envelope of money by Mother and grabbed his shoulder while shedding tears.
‘Ju-Junhyuk-ah….’
The man looked at her. He was inferring the situation while watching the tears pooling in her eyes. When he yawned, tears would also form in his eyes.
So this woman was also bored with me? She acted like she’d give me her liver and gallbladder, but in the end, was I just like moss stuck to the bottom of your feet?
And soon a new art therapist came in. Like a nutcracker doll churned out from a factory. When one was discarded, it was replaced with a new one.
‘You loved and cherished the swan, but weren’t you heartbroken when it died?’
The newly arrived nutcracker doll chatters its jaw. Using honorifics. Come to think of it, only the last nutcracker doll that was fired spoke informally to me. The man thought it strange.
My heart hurt?
Well, I don’t really know about that. I just thought that since it was the swan I raised, it should naturally be superior to others’.
However, the child smiled. Because now he seemed to know how to act.
This is that thing Mother does. Acting. Reciting the given lines.
‘Now that I think about it, I think my heart hurt a little. I was sad. I’ll tell Mom that too.’
From that day on, the man began learning empathy. Switching masks was easy. The man was an excellent observer with an IQ of 172.
People had to be manipulated cunningly. They break if you try to grab them tightly in your grip. The man invisibly attached strings to his opponents and played with them like puppets.
He’s a man who enjoys hunting so leisurely and rationally. Yet that thing before his eyes keeps trying to devour his reason.
“Come here.”
The man smiled slowly. Lee Woonghee still just had that youthful face hardened stiffly.
Mirror neurons. The mirror effect, where you laugh along when others laugh, doesn’t work. No matter how much he melts with a sweet tongue or gently lures with delicious things, he just sharpens the corners of his eyes sharply. He won’t be fooled by such lies.
…Yes, you should act that expensively.
The man’s eyes gleamed even more with delight. One’s value is set by oneself.
And only the man, an aesthete, will properly appreciate that worth. How thrilling will it be when that thing rolls into his grasp on its own?
“…Why?”
Lee Woonghee asks. With reddish lips like crushed red rubies.
“Didn’t you ask me to extract oil? We have to go search the cruise.”
Nevertheless, Lee Woonghee stood firmly in place. His tightly clenched fist trembled, and his elbow that drew a slender trajectory also shook. The man had enough power to press him down, but was just smiling haughtily. Like a generous master.
Now, I’ll give you a chance, so how will you act?
“What will you do?”
How many minutes had passed like that? Lee Woonghee soon approached reluctantly. Moving his slender calves slowly, approaching him.
The man licked up that sight with his eyes. Up close, he was closer to a shark. Smooth and radiating a lustrous sheen. The kind of proud and elegant shark that, if you just give it food and fill its belly, won’t even give others a glance.
When he returns to land, he should get a shark like that and put it in an aquarium.
No, it would be good to just push that Lee Woonghee and drop him into an aquarium…
Then those slender, smooth legs might transform into a mermaid’s tail covered with glittering scales.
Not knowing what lewd thoughts the man is harboring. His supple body approaches. Riding the fierce sea breeze, a terribly sweet smell flows in.
“I’m quite a kind man, aren’t I?”
A sweet taste to the point where his nose tip might be crushed. It was a smell that seemed to remind him of prey that had rolled into his grasp.
“Kind, my fucking freezing ass…”
His reddish lips that look like he’d plucked and bit a red poppy flower twitch. The porn that pubescent brats with no blood dried in their heads would stare at with their eyes reddening from bursting capillaries would be exactly like you.
Director Hwang’s sense has really fallen, fallen so far. If you’d debuted in porn, you’d already be sitting on a pile of money.
Strip off all those clothes. When Lee Woonghee drips tears and dyes his eyeballs bright red, all the bastards with dicks will grab their crotches. They’d go crazy and pounce, desperate to somehow cum on your face or in your hole, right?
“Where else is there such a gentlemanly gentleman?”
The man hid his stiff thighs and followed behind Lee Woonghee.
Lee Woonghee-ssi, look at me. I’m cutting you this much slack. I’m leaving your limbs intact like this.
