Thank You For Being Trash

Chapter 104: Thank You For Your Obsession (13)

Distria —Kang Hyukjun

Lepis —Lee Sehyun

Female lead —Lee Dayoon

When he entered the room in the morning, he faced Dayoon’s deeply sleeping face before he approached the bed slowly.

Even though Hyukjun sat on the edge of the bed, she didn’t wake up. Normally, she, who was sensitive to any slight movement, would wake up easily at this kind of noise. However, for some reason, she didn’t wake up today.

He gently stroked Dayoon’s face as she slept deeply, then got up from the bed. Then, he drew the curtains and left the room.

After finishing his preparations for work, before going outside, Hyukjun went back into the room to see Dayoon’s face once more. He quietly opened the door, but due to the lack of light from the curtains, he saw something sparkling that he hadn’t seen in the morning.

Just as he bent over and picked it up, his eyebrows furrowed sharply. He knew all too well what it was — a tool that he was familiar with, having heard of it from Sina.

“What's this on the floor?”

“Oh, that’s a rotor. They’ve been making some pretty ones these days.”

“…You use this?”

“Whoa, what’s with that disdainful look? Do you think I use it? It’s only for women.”

“Why? Are you having erectile dysfunction? Should I recommend a good hospital?”

“Are you crazy? Having erectile dysfunction at this age. I’m doing just fine. Should I show you?”

“Go away, you’ll make my eyes rot. Then, why do you use it?”

“Well… isn’t it nice to use tools? Besides, they’re embarrassed to use these tools. It’s a thrilling sight to see.”

“You're a hopeless pervert.”

…A rotor.

Hyukjun chuckled.

Surely not.

Even though he thought so, he could feel a tightness around his throat before he loosened his tie, which was choking his neck. The next moment, he turned on the lights in the room and spread Dayoon’s legs to check inside.

Her inner flesh was swollen and reddened, showing just how much fun he had. Why did he dare lay a hand on her like that?

All of a sudden, Dayoon’s words resurfaced in his mind.

‘He tried to r*pe me.’

Even though he heard those words, he was foolish to believe her.

Hyukjun felt suffocated by the overflowing anger. He had become impatient and foolish in his eagerness to seize her heart. Time was on his side anyway, but why was he in such a hurry? Despite the boiling anger that surged through him, his rationality remained cold.

He went to Sina’s house with the pink rotor in hand from the morning. He called to see if Sina was at home. The sound of the bell from inside the door and the phone call that went unanswered. Hyukjun’s mood sank gradually.

When he met Sina, he casually said it was nothing, that he had just done what needed to be done.

He wanted to punch his face as he spoke nonchalantly. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to do that. He didn’t have the right to do so. After all, wasn’t it all his fault to begin with?

Hyukjun smirked bitterly.

A lost anger surged within him.

* * *

When Dayoon opened her eyes, it was already late for lunch. Sehyun, who should have been there at this time, was absent, and for some reason, Hyukjun was sitting on the edge of the bed.

She thought it was a dream and closed her eyes again, then opened them.

Feeling Hyukjun’s hand gently caressing her cheek, the heat made her realize this situation wasn’t a dream. Moreover, for some inexplicable reason, he seemed extremely angry.

In a voice filled with rage, he muttered quietly.

“Did you enjoy having the rotor inside you? You must have moaned with pleasure when it was inside you.”

At first, Dayoon didn’t understand what Hyukjun was saying. She had no memory of a rotor. If it were an anal plug, she didn’t know… but what rotor? It was all unknown to her.

Perhaps because she was still not fully awake, her consciousness remained low. Hyukjun’s image was caught in her hazy pupils. His long fingers traced her neck, reaching her chest. He gently squeezed her breast and pinched her n*pple.

A delicate moan escaped Dayoon’s lips.

“Huhng…”

“…Did you cry like this?”

She must have shown that lewd expression to Sina, too.

Hyukjun’s mood sank even lower. She must have cried with that kind of expression. Even though he knew it wasn’t Dayoon’s fault, he was angry with her. Despite knowing it wasn’t right, his lost rationality didn’t listen to him and anger born from a desperately clumsy thought.

“Why…?”

Hyukjun’s hand, which was caressing her chest, gradually moved downwards. As his touch reached the inside that had been swollen from the fierce sex, Dayoon flinched.

To him, it felt like rejection.

He sank even further. He wanted to ask if she had resisted like this with Sina.

“…No?”

When his hand moved roughly, Dayoon’s body trembled uncontrollably as tears welled up in her eyes. As he shook her insides a few more times, tears streamed down her cheeks. She wasn’t crying because she wanted to, but rather, it was just a response.

When it hurts, tears come out.

“Heup… hu… It, it hurts!”

She urgently grabbed Hyukjun’s forearm as she clawed at his arm with her nails.

Pausing for a moment, he licked her tears.

“That machine must have been good enough to make your insides swollen like that?”

The next moment, he brought the hand that had been violently shaking inside her to his lips and licked it.

‘Come on, forget the s*x you had with Sina.’

Even if it went with the rotor.

He didn’t like the thought. The image of her crying and moaning in front of another man came to mind.

He should have been her only man. He wished she could forget the pleasure Sina had given him and only think of himself. It was a terribly selfish thought of a clumsy man, yet he didn’t know why he was so angry.

Sina had said he didn’t insert it, so why was he so enraged?

Even when the woman who was once Hyukjun’s ex-girlfriend got involved with Sina, he wasn’t angry. Dayoon was just a woman he wanted to possess, nothing more and nothing less. However, why was he so angry? Why on earth?

As he raged, he didn’t know the cause of his anger.

When he grabbed her legs and forcefully thrust in, Dayoon’s screams of pain echoed in his ears.

Hyukjun didn’t care.

It didn’t matter. Even if she hated him for this act, from now on, only he would meet her. The desperately lonely Dayoon would eventually come to love him. Even if it was a false affection, it didn’t matter.

“Hu-uhp…! Heuk!”

Forcibly violating, desiring, engraving and thrusting, it was a time close to violence. He looked at the exhausted Dayoon, who had fallen asleep less than an hour after opening her eyes. The clear traces of tears still left a strong sense of guilt and also what he had done.

He pitied himself. Why did he keep losing his rationality and acting pitiful and foolish like this?

He sighed.

If Sina could calm her down by using the rotor or by giving her some sense of shame, and if that helped narrow the distance between Dayoon and him, wouldn’t that be enough? They say love made one short-sighted, but it wasn’t like he actually liked her…

Hyukjun raised his hand to cover his lips. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat before he started breathing rapidly.

He liked Dayoon?

Ridiculous.

Hyukjun was confused.

…These destructive and violent emotions could be called love.

He shook his head as he denied it.

This was just intense possessiveness, he convinced himself. What he was doing to Dayoon now was nothing but twisted obsession, not love.

* * *

Unconsciously, Hyukjun distanced himself from Dayoon. He intentionally didn’t make time to go see her and focused on the things he had momentarily put aside.

There had been a time when he had raced madly to possess her heart, but now he was afraid. Why did he ever think of taking her heart? He was certain he had only ever considered women for the purpose of physical relationships.

Was it from that time on? He had been so stupid.

Hyukjun’s heart pounded loudly.

If what he felt for Dayoon was love, then what on earth should he do? He was afraid of whether his feelings for Dayoon were truly his own. It felt suffocating to be consumed by emotions. It was a swirling, unpleasant feeling suffocating him.

He was born into a wealthy family. From a young age, he lived a life exposed in the media, to the point where the news of his birth was featured in the newspapers. Many of the contents in those articles often diverged from the reality of his life.

The media praised Hyukjun’s home as a harmonious family, but that wasn’t the truth.

Both his parents had constantly cheated on each other. There had been times when he had witnessed his father engaging in relationships with other women at home. Yet, to maintain the facade of a harmonious family in public, he had to force a smile between them.

“Don’t do anything that tarnishes your reputation. Once you show weakness, they’ll tear you apart.”

“You people are truly disgusting. Really filthy.”

“Even if it's disgusting, endure it. That's your position.”

Thus, Hyukjun never considered marriage or delved into deep emotional connections.

…His life wasn’t entirely his from the start.

Even the love he had could be a fake one. If even his emotions were manipulated, it might not even be his life anymore.

To prevent his emotions from being taken away, he lived a life devoid of any feelings. It was truly painful and sad, exhausting even, but in the media, he portrayed himself as happy. The existence of ‘him’ was actually nowhere to be found.

But why… why did Dayoon manage to shake his heart?

It seemed like some kind of boundary. It felt good that she allowed him to be himself. However, he didn’t want to develop feelings for her.

So why?

As he nervously slammed his desk, items on the desk cluttered to the floor, and he let out a sigh.

Feeling suffocated, he roughly loosened his tie and put it on the table. It had been a long time since he shaved, and he scratched his rough jaw with his hand.

Meanwhile, Sehyun looked at his boss with an anxious gaze.

He had been concerned about Hyukjun since three days ago, as he hadn’t even been leaving work and was completely engrossed in it. Unsure why he was so angry, he was worried if his relationship with Dayoon had been exposed.

Sehyun cautiously called out to Hyukjun.

“Boss…?”

Was he not hearing, or was he pretending not to hear on purpose? Hyukjun immersed himself in the documents again. Sehyun looked at the man in front of him with a fearful heart, feeling cold sweat trickling down his back.

At that moment, Hyukjun called out to him.

“Secretary Lee.”

Sehyun felt like his heart dropped to the ground at the sudden call. Even though he managed to hold back a scream and reply, his heart was pounding like crazy.

“Yes?”

“Do you think I like Dayoon?”

It was a sudden question.

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