“Ajumma, is there a war? What’s going on?”
The housekeeper’s eyes widened as if she hadn’t expected Yeon Taeju’s reaction. Taeju leaned his upper body further toward the housekeeper, placing his hand on the door frame above his head.
When the tall, bulky adult man loomed over her, the housekeeper naturally took a step back. She shrank from the intimidation.
“Hm? I thought the door was going to break. It would’ve been nice if you’d knocked moderately and waited.”
Taeju stuck his head out and completely blocked the inside of the door with his bulk. Thanks to that, all she could see was Yeon Taeju glaring at her with fierce blue-tinged eyes as if to devour her.
“Ah, ah… I’m sorry, student Taeju… I didn’t know you were busy. It’s not something else…”
“Why didn’t you know, ajumma? Did you think Iseo hyung and I were just idly hanging around however we pleased?”
“N-no… I didn’t mean that.”
“If you didn’t mean that, did you think we had nothing to be busy with?”
Yeon Taeju, whose sex had been interrupted, threw a fit to the fullest and twisted her words. Lee Sunoh, who had been serving young master Seok Iseo at this villa for close to 6 years, had never seen such a weirdo and was genuinely flustered.
When she first saw him, he was clean-cut and handsome, smiling with a good personality, so she thought he was just a wholesome young man. But now she realized he was a person of interest who caused all kinds of household troubles.
“S-student Taeju. I misspoke. I’m sorry…”
Lee Sunoh quickly apologized at this point. When she saw what he’d done to Director Park, he was no ordinary person. She didn’t want to be caught by him and severely dealt with for no reason.
She had deeply engraved in her heart the incident where Director Park Geonyoung was thoroughly scolded by Seok Iseo’s mother, the wife of SL Global’s vice chairman and the chairwoman of the Seokrim Scholarship Foundation, because of Yeon Taeju.
“What is it?”
Though the face wasn’t visible, a welcome voice was heard. Her face brightened.
“Young master!”
“Move aside.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I said move.”
“Just stay there, why are you coming out? Hmm? It’s dripping.”
Though she didn’t know what was dripping, Lee Sunoh only desperately wanted to see her young master. So she stuck her head out, but it was no use. Not a hair of the young master was visible.
“Be quiet. What’s the matter?”
Iseo’s face, revealed as he pushed aside Yeon Taeju’s broad shoulders, was haggard. So Lee Sunoh widened her eyes in a different sense.
“Oh my, are you alright? You don’t look well…”
At those words, whether lacking maturity, awareness, or just manners, student Taeju chuckled.
“I’m fine, what is it?”
“No, really, you’re so pale… shouldn’t you rest? I’ll escort you upstairs.”
Taeju quickly grabbed the housekeeper’s arm as she tried to support Iseo. He separated Iseo and the housekeeper with his body.
“I said I’m fine. What is it? How many times do I have to ask before I get an answer?”
Though it was only the second time he’d asked, Yeon Taeju threw every fit according to his stubbornness. Iseo glanced up at him and frowned, but he didn’t care.
The housekeeper just looked at Seok Iseo desperately as if begging him to save her.
“Well, a guest has arrived. I couldn’t just let them in…”
Though the words seemed directed at Taeju, her gaze was on Iseo.
Before Taeju could ask “A guest?”, Iseo walked forward, dragging his leg slightly as if limping.
“What guest?”
“Well, they said they’re student Taeju’s guest. A young woman.”
At those words, both Iseo, who had been walking forward, and the housekeeper, who had been following him, turned to look at Taeju simultaneously.
Taeju’s expression became peculiar. Iseo’s gaze traced from Taeju’s bare feet up his long legs in vintage jeans, his broad shoulders in a white t-shirt, his white and firm nape with sweat beads, finally reaching his face.
“A young woman?”
Iseo’s gaze was still on Taeju. And at her next words, his pupils trembled briefly.
“Yes, she said she’s student Taeju’s girlfriend.”
“Tell her to come in.”
At Iseo’s words, Taeju smiled. Iseo narrowed his eyes, unable to understand the meaning of that smile.
It seemed like a smile that said he knew all of Iseo’s true intentions, or perhaps he was just happy to have another opportunity to tease him. Or maybe he was simply glad to see his girlfriend after a long time.
Yeon Taeju’s girlfriend was at the door, and inside Iseo’s belly was Yeon Taeju’s semen. Iseo tightened below at the sensation of the mucus still squelching and dripping.
He narrowed his eyes too. Did Yeon Taeju have a girlfriend? No, there was never a time when he didn’t have a girlfriend. Flipping that statement around, it meant Yeon Taeju had never given anyone a position that couldn’t be easily replaced.
* * *
“Wow, it’s so pretty… Oh my, look at the ocean!”
Iseo sat up straight and watched the woman entering boisterously from the entrance. At most, could she have just turned 22?
He sat down with his hackles fully raised and a desperate heart. He’d even been prepared to behead the enemy general. The moment he saw the woman’s face, his position felt too insignificant and shabby.
“Huh? Hey, Yeon Taeju! Why haven’t you been answering! Do you know how many times I called?”
Yeon Taeju, sitting across from him, leisurely rose from his seat and approached the woman. The sight was so irritating it ached beyond being an eyesore, and Iseo ground his molars.
“I was busy. You really came?”
“You really came?! That’s all?”
Yeon Taeju smiled at the woman the same way he smiled at him, making a wink. The woman, who came up to Yeon Taeju’s shoulder, glared at him charmingly and pouted her lips. Anyone could see it was a face asking to be coaxed and appeased.
Even Iseo, who had no immunity or resistance to such things, could clearly see it. Would Yeon Taeju like a woman like that?
“Well, what else?”
“What! You said come, you said you missed me! You…!”
Taeju naturally smiled and wrapped his arm around the woman’s shoulders. Goosebumps rose on Iseo’s shoulders. That hand had been between his thighs until just moments ago.
It had fondled his genitals, spread open his buttocks, and jabbed his internal organs. Now, as if none of that had happened, he played around with the woman called his ‘girlfriend’ with an affectionate and clean-cut face.
“I’m saying you did well to come. Are you sulking over that?”
Even during sex, regardless of the content, his voice was always mellow. When the lewd content was completely removed, only pleasant affection remained.
Iseo pulled his chin in tighter and straightened his back. His mother always told him to maintain proper posture in front of others.
A woman from a chaebol family with a child had entered. The woman was notoriously known as ruthless and a she-wolf. Then what about that woman’s only son?
Iseo is that woman’s one and only Achilles’ heel. He himself is not a helpful person in many ways. That includes not being healthy.
For Iseo, the succession structure of SL Global’s Seokrim, the power struggles with his two older stepsisters, and his mother’s will to seize power within Seokrim were none of his concern.
“Say hello, this is my cousin hyung. Seok Iseo.”
It’s hard to casually blend into society and have human relationships.
At his introduction, Iseo lifted his chin and lowered his eyes. With his pale complexion, he stiffened the corners of his mouth and lowered his eyes, creating an arrogant impression. Standing with proper posture with the vast ocean behind him, it was as if even the sea behind him belonged to him.
“Ah, hello, I’m Gwak Hyeonju. You look so young, I naturally thought you were the younger one!”
Even at the woman’s cheerful greeting, Iseo had no intention of standing up or responding—he merely nodded his head.
“Bring some tea.”
“Yes.”
Instead, Iseo spoke to the employee waiting quietly beside him. Being arrogant was forgivable, he’d been told. But looking shabby or worthless was not forgivable. It was his mother’s constant refrain.
Iseo went from beggar to prince at age 7. Suddenly. The reason being he was Cinderella’s son.
Cinderella was happy. She only needed to give birth to the prince’s son. But Cinderella with a child was not happy. She shouldn’t have had a child.
When his greeting was dismissed with merely a nod of the head, Hyeonju’s face became sullen. That made her face look even more youthful.
Iseo snorted once as if deflating. Of course, there was no change in his expression whatsoever. He was just annoyed by the woman’s obvious behavior, obvious expression, and on top of that, the evidence that she’d grown up loved without a care.
Iseo’s gaze naturally flowed from Hyeonju to Taeju. And their eyes met immediately. Yeon Taeju had been looking at him. The hand that had been on Hyeonju’s shoulder naturally pointed to the sofa where he’d been sitting.
“Sit. Did you bring a car?”
