Chapter 27
“Sexual harassment!”
[This is an inappropriate statement for your character. Warning 1. When warnings accumulate above a certain number, a penalty will be imposed.]
If this isn’t sexual harassment, then what is it! As Wonyoung beat his chest in injustice, Taerim turned around and said to the staff member.
“I’ll buy all the clothes he tried on earlier, including this one.”
“What? Oh, yes…!”
“Wait, Director-nim. There’s no need to buy so many…”
When Wonyoung’s eyes widened and he tried to stop him, Taerim glanced back.
“I told you. If you’re my secretary, you should naturally maintain the appropriate dignity for that position.”
“…”
This is why rich people are…
Wonyoung glared at the arrogant rich bastard’s smug face and shook his head vigorously. Then Taerim chuckled and asked.
“Isn’t this a good thing for you? You get to spy and receive gifts as a bonus.”
“I told you I’m not a spy, how many times do I have to tell you? And work clothes mean nothing to me. They’re just clothes to wear while working.”
“Is that so? Then let’s buy some casual clothes too.”
“No, Director-nim!”
Wonyoung hurriedly chased after Taerim who was striding ahead. After going around the entire department store buying clothes that probably wouldn’t all fit in his house, Wonyoung’s exhausted steps naturally slowed down.
His stamina had already dropped to 15. To think that half would drop just from walking around a bit – what amazing stamina.
As he watched Taerim from a distance looking at polo shirts that department store staff had selected, his secretary who was also Wonyoung’s supervisor approached and spoke to him.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Director-nim look so excited.”
“…Is that excitement?”
“Yes, he hasn’t stopped smiling the whole time. I was surprised when he suddenly said he’d hire Rae-ssi as his secretary, but it seems like it was a good decision.”
Just then, Taerim seemed to find something he liked and gestured to Wonyoung. Wonyoung walked over with a sigh and said to the secretary.
“Even so, I know he hired me to monitor me. If I really were a spy, he’d be planning to find out who’s backing me. While pretending to fall for the backer’s scheme at the same time.”
“…”
“It’s fine. We’ve had bad blood from our first meeting anyway. I got a good job and if the spy suspicions are cleared too, it couldn’t be better.”
The secretary looked at Wonyoung as if surprised, but Wonyoung hurriedly left the secretary’s side. In the meantime, he had received 2 warnings. Which meant.
[Level 1 Penalty ‘Lucky Pervert’ is activated.]
It was pervert time.
Since he knew it didn’t necessarily apply only to attack characters, he had to get away from everyone around. Wonyoung headed straight for Taerim.
“Aaaah!”
But falling down was faster than reaching Taerim, and he collapsed in a yoga pose in an empty spot.
“…”
“Are you alright?”
Taerim and the secretary approached the fallen Wonyoung. Wonyoung got up feeling like a gibbon performing tricks.
“I’m fine.”
“Watch where you’re going. You’re already so frail.”
“I know that too…”
As Wonyoung tried to get up while staggering, he suddenly collapsed again. If Taerim hadn’t hurriedly caught him, his tailbone would have shattered on the marble floor.
“I’m fine, I can stand properly.”
Feeling the strength in the hand holding his waist, Wonyoung said that and removed Taerim’s hand.
Wonyoung managed to stand, but he looked like a newborn fawn.
“Are you hurt?”
“My ankle hurts a little, but it’s nothing serious.”
It was better to sprain his ankle than do perverted things. As Wonyoung thought this and took steps like learning to walk for the first time, the ground suddenly felt empty beneath his feet.
Taerim had picked up Wonyoung in his arms. It was the famous ‘princess carry.’
“Let’s go.”
“Like, like this?!”
“Then how else are we going to go? You’re heavy, so don’t struggle and stay still.”
What other humiliating glory could there be! Being carried in a man’s arms in front of everyone.
‘Stop… I really wish you’d please stop…’
How is this lucky in any way? As Wonyoung was crying inside, Taerim asked coldly.
“Where are you putting your hand?”
His hand had unconsciously gone to his chest. This damn chest, chest, chest!
He gritted his teeth and quickly removed his hand.
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t on purpose…”
“If you’re planning to seduce me this way, you’d better give up.”
“It’s absolutely not seduction.”
“The injury isn’t an act either?”
Finally Wonyoung’s anger exploded.
“Ah, if that’s how you feel, then put me down!”
“I refuse. What good would it look to others to drag around an injured employee?”
“So it was because of other people’s opinions after all.”
“Of course. Did you think it was because of you, Narae-ssi?”
“Ah, really, the way you talk…”
Wonyoung was about to say how nicely you speak but stopped. He already had 5 warnings.
At this rate, whether he fainted or cried in front of Kyung Taerim, some major crisis would definitely occur. Wonyoung kept his mouth firmly shut.
“Are you sulking?”
Wonyoung quietly nodded. Still unaware that acting this way made him look cute.
“Don’t cry.”
“I’m not going to cry…”
[Stamina is insufficient. Please take a rest.]
Actually, he might cry a little.
[If you lean against Taerim’s soft chest, your stamina might recover.]
‘Are you kidding me? Like I would do such a thing…’
[Stamina: 8]
[Status: Tired (；´д｀)ゞ]
“…”
Wonyoung mulled over his misery, organized his feelings, and slyly glanced at Taerim. Taerim was just getting on the elevator.
Wonyoung moved as inconspicuously as possible, at a speed of 0.01mm per second, and gently leaned his head against Taerim’s chest.
‘Done…’
“What are you doing, sneakily?”
“It, it’s not like that!”
“You pretended it wasn’t, but you take every opportunity. Like a nine-tailed fox.”
“I said it’s not! It’s a misunderstanding!”
“If pretending to be clumsy while making it obvious is planned, that’s impressive skill.”
Wonyoung’s stamina had dropped to 6, so he couldn’t argue anymore.
Looking at Wonyoung who had turned red like a tomato and shrunken, Taerim chuckled and adjusted Wonyoung’s body once. Then Wonyoung’s head tilted and touched Taerim’s chest completely.
“Since you’ve been caught, I’m indulging you.”
“…”
How dirty and petty, you rich bastard.
[Taerim’s chest is soft. Stamina is slowly recovering.]
[Stamina: 7]
Wonyoung actually leaned against Taerim’s soft chest and received the stamina recovery effect until they returned to the car. And he also had to receive many people’s gazes.
A single invisible tear rolled down his cheek…
* * *
“You understand, right? Here, Minki is the seme and Guyeong is the uke.”
“Yes, I roughly understand the feeling…”
“But something called ‘reverse’ also exists in the world. Of course, that’s in secondary works, but anyway, seme and uke shouldn’t be distinguished by personality or role. You have to distinguish by position. For example, there are things like crybaby semes.”
Wonyoung could only understand 30% of Semi’s explanation. For someone who was a gifted student, this was an unbelievable reality.
“Isn’t the seme the cool role? Is it okay to cry?”
“There are people who like that kind of thing. So seme and uke can’t be divided by social conventions. Position. You understand, right?”
“What exactly is this position… no no, I think I know. Yes. I understand.”
Wonyoung was about to ask a question but immediately changed his words when he saw Semi trying to express it with her fingers. This neighbor teacher sometimes seemed shy but other times had strange, almost crazy aspects.
“Now, since you can distinguish seme and uke, you roughly understand what Abangsu is, right?”
“…”
At that one statement, Wonyoung fell into great shock. Then I am… am I that kind of position?
Having lost his wits, Wonyoung asked in confusion.
“Teacher, by any chance, is there no all-ages version of Abangsu?”
“What?”
The question was a bit strange, but beginners couldn’t be helped. Semi understood on her own and answered.
“There could be, right? Usually the protagonist appears as the uke.”
“There is?!”
Semi looked at Wonyoung, who got excited and even stood up abruptly, with mixed feelings. This lovely Abangsu sometimes… had strange aspects. Though that was also Abangsu-like. Wouldn’t it be standard for the crazy seme to say “Ha, this is driving me crazy” here?
Eventually, Wonyoung sat back down with a benevolent smile and said.
“Thank you, teacher. I feel like I’ve found peace of mind.”
“Ah, yes…”
Semi just thought that even if he were a crazy seme, dealing with Narae would be quite troublesome.
“Anyway, Abangsu is, literally, an abanghada uke. Somewhat lacking somewhere, stimulates protective instincts, a bit clueless, that kind of uke.”
“What?”
Wonyoung received his second shock here. 1. Somewhat lacking somewhere. 2. Stimulates protective instincts. 3. Clueless?
All three were far too distant from himself. No wonder all the choices were equally creepy – there was a reason for everything…!
‘I’m smart, independent, and even quick-witted.’
Actually, Wonyoung was a bit clueless, but because of that, he didn’t realize it himself.
“Don’t you often hear that you’re abanghada or innocent?”
“Me?”
Semi nodded enthusiastically. Her eyes seemed to say ‘You’re abanghada.’ Wonyoung didn’t think so at all, but slowly retraced his memories and reached a surprising conclusion.
From the outside, he had been abanghada.
His pants getting pulled down, crying loudly, being weak, having a puppy-like face, getting scammed, and easily letting anyone into his house.
