“Please speak.”
“Y-you’re not planning to blackmail them with this, are you?”
He glanced at Taeju while lighting another cigarette. Taeju couldn’t hold back his laughter at his trembling voice. Because of Taeju laughing hard enough that his shoulders shook, his face contorted harshly.
“Hey, does this seem like a joke to you right now?! Huh?”
“Ah, I’m sorry. Blackmail? No. Didn’t you hear? I’m Seok Iseo hyung’s cousin.”
Taeju waved his arm without even properly containing his laughter.
Blackmail, how cheaply that dismissed his thoughts. That he would threaten with the pussy to forcibly extort what he wanted. Things like money or status, for instance.
“R-right. Since you’re family anyway, even if we don’t worry about that part…”
“Did you finish the treatment?”
“What treatment is there. It’s just mistaking the rupture of immature follicles for ovulation.”
“What?”
Even at Taeju’s question, the doctor just anxiously drummed on the steering wheel.
He was confused about where to start and where to end his explanation. He wiped the sweat pooled in his palms on his thighs.
“I already told the young master that you also know about the illness.”
“What? Hyung woke up?”
“Even if I try to make it my fault, it’s useless. The young master also knows. Your mouth isn’t yours anymore now. Understand?”
“No, I don’t understand at all. You’re saying hyung got up?”
Taeju immediately raised his hand and grabbed the doctor’s collar.
“Ah, hot!”
The doctor jumped in surprise and brushed off the ash that had fallen on the back of his hand.
“Did hyung wake up or not?”
“Ts, he woke up. He woke up, I said.”
“What did he say?”
“What do you mean, what did he say?”
“About what I know.”
“Hey, you’re so cheeky to an adult for being young…”
“Ah, fuck. When a man has a pussy, what does young or old matter?”
Faced with Taeju’s curse along with his fiercely bright eyes, the doctor’s mouth shut tight.
“Can you please not use that word ‘pussy’?”
“Ahahaha, fuck… This is fucked up, really.”
Taeju didn’t know whether to laugh or not, so he laughed then repeated the curse. What else should he call a pussy if not a pussy? And is that really what matters right now?
Taeju’s large hand covered his own eyes. Taeju swallowed the absurd laugh that burst out and rubbed his temples with his thumb.
The important thing is that Seok Iseo knows that he found out about his pussy, and that he needs to make a deal with that. First, what should he ask for?
Is it too big to start bringing up father’s business? Usually for things like this, you’re supposed to nibble away little by little gradually.
“First, tell me about the dropout thing or whatever. Hyung doesn’t actually have an incurable disease, right?”
“If an incurable disease refers to a disease that can’t be cured, then I-Iseo young master does have an incurable disease.”
The doctor repeated the pronunciation of Iseo several times as if it was difficult to even put Seok Iseo’s name in his mouth. Taeju frowned sharply. Did he ask for a theoretical explanation right now?
“Doctor-nim, do I look curious about word definitions? If you’re going to be this uncooperative with me, I’ll have to tell my aunt too. That keeping secrets seems too burdensome for you.”
“What does that mean?!”
“Don’t know what ‘keeping secrets’ means? Should I start with a theoretical explanation too?”
The doctor’s lips twitched slightly. It looked like he cursed. Taeju unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward the doctor. When he wrapped his arm around the driver’s seat backrest, Taeju’s face was almost stuck next to his shoulder.
“S-so the rupture of immature follicles in the ovaries…”
He still doesn’t get it. This person.
“Keep it short. Are you planning to teach me to make me a graduate student in the hermaphrodite department?”
Taeju lightly tapped around the doctor’s jawbone with his opposite hand. This time the doctor’s face flushed red. Whether from being hit or from the words, he suppressed his anger while trembling around his mouth.
“In short, it means underdeveloped genitals mistake non-ovulation for ovulation.”
“Hyung menstruates?”
Whatever words meant to sugarcoat it came out raw once they went through Taeju’s tongue. The doctor tightly closed his eyes with his reddened face. Then he nodded briefly.
“I’m going crazy, really…”
Taeju’s cheekbones popped up and the corners of his eyes crinkled as they folded in. A hyung with a pussy, a hyung with immature genitals, a menstruating hyung.
Laughter burst out like a cough. The doctor, who glanced at Yeon Taeju stuck close and unable to hold back his laughter, roughly rubbed his own face.
“But if he menstruates, why does he take sedatives and sleeping pills?”
“Even though it mistakes it for ovulation, hormonal disruption occurs as if the body recognizes it as immature rupture. This part isn’t fully researched yet, but sexual desire increases beyond a singular point in sync with the ovulation period.”
So is that why yesterday? That the reason he came to his room with unfocused eyes was because sexual desire increased. Because he wanted to put a cock in his hole. His groin instantly tightened.
“And so?”
“First, as a preventive measure for secondary accidents, both he and the chairman administer sedatives.”
“Even sleeping pills? Sexual desire must really become tremendous?”
The doctor didn’t bother answering. Taeju didn’t expect an answer either. He already knows from seeing it. What if he’d lifted it up when he said it hurt? Then he probably would have immediately put his cock in so it wouldn’t hurt.
“What did hyung say? About me knowing.”
“He said to tell you if you’re curious about anything.”
“What?”
“He already gave permission for me to tell you this too. As if I would tell someone like you…”
“Shut your mouth.”
The mood that had surged up cooled down chillingly. He said to tell him whatever he wants to know? Taeju immediately opened the car door and bolted from his seat.
It felt like the relationship where he thought he’d had the upper hand had suddenly been overturned. And that overturned superiority felt dirtier than getting hit from behind.
“Hey! You!”
Taeju walked down the road he’d come up by car without looking back. It felt like blood was rushing tautly to the top of his head.
Why did he tell him to ask? For what reason? Why all this stuff about immature follicles or incomplete genitals? Was he confident that he couldn’t tell anyone?
The more thoughts continued in succession, the more hasty and fast his steps became.
Even walking on two legs up the hill he’d driven back and forth on several times, he didn’t notice it was hard. No, rather the road felt short.
When Taeju stood in front of the house door, it was while carrying a load full of questions. What on earth was Seok Iseo thinking?
It was Director Park who opened the villa door. He glanced over Taeju from top to bottom and stepped back a couple steps without much comment.
The inside of the house had become pitch dark at some point. Taeju looked toward the second-floor railing from the entrance. The innermost door to Seok Iseo’s room couldn’t be seen.
“He’s sleeping.”
As Taeju was about to chase with his feet where his eyes had been chasing, Director Park spoke from behind. As if he already knew where Taeju was heading.
“Who?”
Taeju, who had been walking ahead, turned around and raised the corner of his eyebrow.
“The young master.”
“Did I ask you?”
“He said he won’t meet anyone.”
“Did I ask that either?”
“He said if you have something to say, to do it tomorrow evening.”
“Fucking hell.”
Wait until tomorrow evening in this mood?
At Taeju’s curse, Director Park only twitched the corner of his eye once.
He didn’t think he could wait like that. Taeju swept over Director Park once from the top of his head to his toes. Does he have a weapon?
First, he looked like someone who uses strength, so it probably wouldn’t be easy to win. But it didn’t seem like he couldn’t win either.
Taeju climbed the stairs thinking about how to beat up Director Park and smash the doorknob. And when he saw there was someone on the sofa where he’d been sitting all day, that thought completely vanished.
A big body was sitting in each of his and Director Park’s spots. They bowed their heads in greeting when Director Park came up.
“What’s this?”
