Chapter 19 — Friday Night (2)
No wonder I suddenly craved seolleongtang.
[TL Note: Seolleongtang is a traditional Korean ox bone soup famous for its signature milky-white, creamy broth.]
I think I now understand the feeling of a person who’s having the luckiest day of their life.
Just a few hours ago, I was having sex with Kim Ain in a luxurious apartment,
And now I’m standing on a winter street, watching a legendary creature called a dragon.
“Blegh!”
The dragon breathes fire.
People around us were startled, thinking a gate had suddenly opened, and stared.
Fuck. I wish a real gate had opened instead.
“Ah……”
After breathing fire, Han Jia collapsed. The building security guard rushed out.
He looked at me.
With a murderous glare that said, ‘You’re taking responsibility, right?’
……What kind of nuisance is this?
“Ah!!!”
I clutched my head and screamed like Munch’s painting.
Han Jia was covered in vomit. Passersby looked at me with pity as they walked past.
I was probably the most pitiful person in Gangnam tonight.
The one saving grace was this:
Thanks to being a pushover in my previous life, I was an expert at cleaning up after drunks.
I had taken care of countless older men. The process came to me naturally.
First, I went to the convenience store and bought a 2L bottle of water.
Then I poured it all over Han Jia’s body in one go. She was no longer a human. She was luggage.
If she woke up, great. If not, at least the vomit stains would be washed away. Either way, it was the right move.
“Cold…”
She squirmed but didn’t get up.
If this was acting, she deserved Korea’s first Oscar. We’d have to film <Parasite> but call it <Vomit Insect> instead.
“Argh! This is so fucking disgusting!!!”
Water alone wasn’t enough to remove all the vomit stains. I had to wipe them off with my hands.
While pouring water, I wiped Han Jia’s clothes.
Slide.
My hand brushed over her small breasts.
I didn’t feel even the slightest bit aroused. I just wanted to kill the girl in front of me.
The same went for her thighs in tight jeans. Why the hell was the water gathering in her crotch?
“This is such bullshit.”
Instead of using my hand, I took out my wallet and used it to scrape that area.
I had roughly cleaned up the visible vomit. There were still stains here and there, but that wasn’t my problem anymore.
I picked up Han Jia’s phone. I unlocked it with her fingerprint, searched for “Dad,” and pressed call.
Telling him that his beautiful daughter was passed out drunk in the middle of Gangnam?
He’d obviously come running. There was a risk I’d be misunderstood and killed by her father, but I didn’t care. As long as he took her away.
I just wanted to escape this situation right now.
Ring.
The call connected. A voice came from the smartphone.
-What?
Not his daughter, but his enemy? His voice was full of annoyance.
“Hello. This is Min Juchan, Han Jia’s coworker.”
-Yes? Ah. Yes.
“Han Jia drank too much and I think you need to come pick her up. Ah, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t make her drink.”
-Bring her here.
……I held it in. I almost cursed at someone else’s father.
“Excuse me?”
-Give me the address and bring her.
“I think I misheard.”
-If not, just put her in a nearby motel. You said you’re coworkers, right?
“Yes.”
-Then since you work at the same company, you won’t do anything weird. I’m busy right now and can’t go.
“Ah. Then maybe someone else…”
-There’s no one else.
You crazy bastard! Your daughter is completely wasted and unconscious! In the middle of Gangnam!!!
And you’re telling me to bring her? Or worse, just take her to a motel?
He didn’t seem to trust me.
It was more that his tone was full of annoyance. Like he didn’t care what happened.
What kind of family is this!? Isn’t she their precious golden daughter?
When a person faces an absurd situation, they often become speechless.
That was exactly my situation right now. I was stuttering when the other party spoke faster.
-Pay for the motel or taxi with Jia’s money.
Click.
The call ended.
I stared blankly at the sky, completely unable to understand the situation.
“Is this some kind of stepfather situation or something?”
I looked down at Han Jia sprawled on the ground.
“Anyway… what the hell am I supposed to do with her?”
My head felt like it was going to explode.
“Ah! Kim Ain!”
Right. I could solve this at Kim Ain’s place.
I pressed the call button, but—
- The customer’s phone is turned off.
You bitch.
Ah. I just want to die.
***
Han Jia’s house was in Dobong-gu.
How was I supposed to get there from Gangnam? I couldn’t.
So I went to a motel, planning to just let her sleep and then go home.
The world, however, was not that kind.
“She threw up? No way. The bedding will get dirty.”
They all refused. Well, it was Friday night in Gangnam. Even if they rejected dirty customers like us, there were plenty of others lining up.
Motels were out of the question. So I pulled out my last resort.
The police station.
I went there intending to dump her and leave, but—
“That bastard hit me first!”
“Back in my day, I used to drink with your chief!!!”
“Dispatch. We have a fight in progress!”
It was complete chaos inside.
They did show interest when I brought in a woman who had passed out from drinking, but—
“You said you’re coworkers? At Sekyung Foods? That’s a reliable company. You can handle it yourself. We’re busy right now.”
They coldly refused. It was as if they were telling me not to waste public resources on something like this.
In the end, I had no choice but to take her all the way to Dobong-gu?
I held back my tears and was about to head there when—
“Blegh!”
As if trying to turn the already chaotic Gangnam into a wasteland, she unleashed second and third rounds of dragon breath.
Dobong-gu was far. She would definitely throw up in the taxi.
“Ah. Fuck this for real!!!”
So I ended up choosing the last remaining option.
My own small one-room apartment. It was close enough that we could get there by taxi before she threw up again.
I carried Han Jia on my back, dragged her suitcase, paid over 100,000 won for the taxi fare, and finally arrived at my place.
Thud.
I set Han Jia down in front of the entrance. She lay on the floor like a drunkard.
“What a mess. What a fucking mess.”
Her whole body was covered in vomit stains. There were also traces of where I had washed her with water.
I wondered what kind of emotion she would feel tomorrow morning when she woke up and saw herself.
Ugh. Just thinking about it was horrifying. Thank god it wasn’t me.
“The rest is up to you when you wake up.”
I didn’t want to touch her any more and risk ending up in court, so I was about to go to sleep when—
Han Jia woke up. Not fully conscious, and her eyes weren’t even open.
She just mumbled with her mouth.
“It stinks.”
“Are you sober now?”
“I want to wash.”
“Yeah. If you wash and then leave my house, I’d be really grateful.”
“Jia wants to wash… Waaaah!!!”
Why are you suddenly crying like this?
“Uwaaaang. Jia needs to wash. It’s on my body. I need to wash.”
“Are you possessed? Why are you acting like a little kid all of a sudden? If you’re scared, get up and wash yourself!”
“Jia wants to wash. It stinks. I want to wash. Uwaaaang.”
Did she get possessed by a toddler? Or by Crayon Shin-chan?
She was squirming and throwing a tantrum like a child who didn’t get a toy at the mart.
Ah. I really just want to die.
Why the hell is she doing this to me?
“Uwaaaaaang. Jia wants to wash!”
“Hey hey hey! Fuck, stop it!!!”
While crying, she took off her top. She twisted her body to remove it and then tossed it to the side.
Why are you throwing those dirty clothes on my floor!
I hurriedly picked it up with my thumb and index finger and moved it aside when—
Thud.
Another piece fell.
This time it was her pants.
What are you doing?
I turned my head and looked at her.
She was wearing only her bra and panties.
Is this an act? Some kind of buildup for sex?
I checked above her head, but there was no signal light at all.
“I want to wash… Uwaaaang.”
She just kept crying.
Why are you doing this to me? I want to cry too.
I had to make a choice here.
Should I wash Han Jia?
Or should I just let her keep crying?
While I was hesitating, Han Jia, who was lying on the floor, struggled to sit up.
Then she looked at me with blurry eyes.
“Are you sober now?”
I thought the situation was finally over.
But I was wrong.
Like a zombie, she grabbed the wall, staggered, and looked around.
“I need to pee.”
“The bathroom is over here.”
I guided the bra-and-panties-only Han Jia to the bathroom. She crawled toward the not-so-far bathroom.
Gulp.
Wow. Is that pelvis real?
Her ass and pelvis in just panties. Plus that slim waist — maybe 23 or 24 inches?
She had a completely different charm from Kim Ain.
My Lord!!!!!!
Shut up, cock! She’s off-limits!
Still, I had no intention of touching her. She was literally just a female friend right now. I wasn’t afraid of things getting awkward. I was more afraid of getting even more entangled with her.
So I tried to cool my head by thinking about the current political situation in Korea when—
“Eh? Ah!”
“Hey! No!!!”
She tried to stand up by holding the wall in front of the bathroom and slipped. Han Jia was about to fall.
I hurriedly moved behind her and caught her.
Squish.
I accidentally grabbed her breast.
“Hey. That wasn’t on purpose.”
“Jia wants to wash… Waaaah!!!”
Was she possessed by a ghost who died without bathing?
She kept whining like a child, saying she wanted to wash. She staggered into the bathroom.
“I need to pee.”
Can’t you do that without announcing it?
And can’t you wait until I turn around?
She suddenly pulled down her panties that were hanging on her hips.
Her white ass popped out.
“Hey! You crazy—!”
I quickly turned my head away.
But what if she falls?
If she collapses and hits her head on the bathroom tile, she could die.
Worried about indirect intent to kill, I glanced back to support her. Fortunately, Han Jia sat down obediently on the toilet.
Stream…
The sound of water flowing could be heard.
Around the time the sound stopped, her voice came.
“Wash me. Wash Jia.”
She was whining like a little kid again.
I felt like I was going insane. At the same time, I thought that after living long enough, you really do see all kinds of things.
The usually sharp and capable Han Jia turning into a child after drinking… She’s no joke when she’s drunk.
But from my previous life experience as her personal taxi driver, I know she’s never gotten this drunk before?
What happened that made her drink so much?
I didn’t understand, but I didn’t really want to know either.
Something must have happened. More importantly, I just wanted to end this situation.
“Wash me… Hueeeeeng!”
I wanted to somehow finish dealing with this crying child.
I spoke while still looking away.
“Ha. You asked me to wash you.”
“I need to wash. Wash Jia!”
“Hearing you refer to yourself in third person makes me really want to slap you. Fine.”
I steeled my heart and turned around.
Han Jia sitting on the toilet.
At some point she had taken off her bra — it was hanging around her thighs — and her panties were tangled around her ankles.
But is that even a human waist? It looks thinner than my thigh even when I work out.
That was as far as my thoughts went.
I stopped looking at her and picked up the showerhead.
I turned on the warm water and carefully sprayed it over her naked body.
“Wash me with soap too. Wash Jia with soap too.”
This bitch?
Am I her personal bath attendant now? And stop referring to yourself in the third person.
I really want to slap her.
I looked around the bathroom and spotted the toilet cleaning brush.
I picked it up and asked,
“Can I use this to wash you?”
“Wash me with soap~”
This confirmed it. She wasn’t acting — she was 100% genuinely drunk.
Who the hell asks someone to wash them with a toilet brush?
“Seriously. Please remember this later.”
I sighed and put body wash on a shower towel.
I looked down at Han Jia.
“You really do need a wash.”
Traces of vomit were everywhere. There were no solid chunks left, but sticky liquid stains covered various parts of her body.
The smell was awful. It was so bad that even I wanted to wash it off quickly.
Slide.
I applied foam to her wet body. I had already removed all her underwear and set it aside.
“Hehe. Feels good~”
She smiled. She even lifted her arms to help me. She really looked like a baby.
Slick.
I covered her white shoulders, her toned stomach, her thighs, and her calves with foam.
Now all that was left was the private areas.
Gulp. This part made me a bit nervous.
“Jia~ Wash me.”
She asked so cutely that I had no choice.
I applied foam to her breasts, carefully covering her nipples as if staring at a Magic Eye puzzle.
Next was the lower part. I reached out and spread foam over her pussy. Her pubic hair became covered in bubbles.
I lifted her up and applied foam to her ass as well.
“All done.”
I looked at Han Jia’s face. She was smiling brightly.
“Hehehe. Feels good. Jia feels good.”
That bright smile made me want to slap her again.
Still, there was nothing I could do. Since I’d come this far, I might as well finish.
Shaaaaaaa.
I rinsed all the foam off her body with warm water.
The shower was over. I took out a towel and dried every part of her body.
I wiped her B-cup breasts with the towel.
I wiped her pubic area and pussy as well.
After drying everything, I hugged her and wiped her ass too.
Then I carried her like that. Thankfully, Han Jia put some strength into her legs. It was easier than when I had dragged her into the one-room.
Thud.
I laid her on my bed. Han Jia, now clean and naked, was smiling comfortably.
“Let’s put something on you.”
She probably had clothes in her suitcase, but why the hell was it locked with a password?
With no other choice, I dressed her in my own clothes.
Everything was finally finished. She seemed satisfied.
Breath. Breath.
Han Jia fell asleep like a baby.
……You damn bitch!!!! Aren’t you way too comfortable right now!!!
I turned my head and looked toward the entrance.
The place was full of traces of battle.
Vomit stains were stuck to the floor,
The bathroom was splashed with water everywhere,
And I looked like a drowned rat.
What a fucking disaster.
“When you wake up and start talking nonsense, we’re going to have a serious talk.”
I sighed and started cleaning.
By the time I finished everything, it was 4 AM.
Instead of lying next to Han Jia, I lay down on the narrow floor.