Chapter 11: The Housekeeper

“Hyu—… Hyung… Wait… haah…hmphh…haah”

The sensation of that large hand wrapping around my shaft, rubbing the tip with its thumb, is intensely stimulating. I reached out to push away the hand gripping me, but all I could do was lay my own hand on top of it uselessly.

The hand with its prominently bulging veins continued to tease the precum-drenched tip and press firmly at the base, doing whatever it pleased. Unable to handle it, I curled my body forward, trying to somehow reduce the sensation—but it was no use. Just as I tried to put strength into my fingers to pry Choi Taehyuk’s hand off, as if stimulated by my movement, that large hand grabbed my shaft and moved violently.

“Ah, aah… wai—, no. No, don’t…!”

“Shh—. It’s okay, let it out.”

Feeling his lips press gently against the back of my neck, I habitually bit my lip. I shook my head, trying to distance myself from the pleasure as much as possible, but the sensation of his tongue licking from behind my ear down to my neckline made me jolt violently and release everything.

This must be what they mean by a war without guns or knives.

Why did this bastard suddenly go crazy? I don’t remember him being like this before the regression—the kid’s gone weird.

No, actually, I’ve gone weird too.

Lately, I’ve been having dreams every night of making out sloppily with an incredible technician. The dreams are so realistic I can even feel the tactile sensations, so I always wake up incredibly aroused.

When I open my eyes, I first feel dirty, and I curl up for a while to calm my sensitive body. When I think it’s gone down a bit, I quietly get up to head to the bathroom—and at that impeccable timing, Choi Taehyuk’s eyes fly open. From there, the real war begins.

I’m fine, no, I’ll do it myself, no, it’s just morning wood, I know everything isn’t fine… This f*cking bastard says no to everything I say.

In the end, unable to overcome his monstrous strength, I spill my precious 300 million sperm into a grown man’s hand every morning. And throughout the entire process, Choi Taehyuk wears that smug, punchable smile.

Today too, I couldn’t escape that war and followed the same pattern. As I caught my breath, soaked in defeat, the bastard spoke in a voice that sounded somehow satisfied.

“I’ve always noticed, but you’re quite sensitive to pleasure.”

“…No, I’m not.”

I really want to punch that mouth someday. I answered with my face buried in the pillow, because looking at his face would only make me curse.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

“…Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.”

Would you feel good hearing that kind of thing after having your essence forcibly drained first thing in the morning, you idiot? Damn it. I need to build up my strength or something…

Fortunately, starting today I’m starting a job with an insane hourly wage, so I should eat some good stuff.

Ah, 50,000 won per hour. I must be crazy—this is so great. My euphoria over the dreamlike wage was short-lived; I quickly came to my senses. The wage is important, but first priority is getting close to Min Seonwoo.

To borrow Yeryeong’s words from the past life—Min Seonwoo liked having dinner prepared and waiting for him… Then my cram school schedule… Damn it. I’d originally started this to put Choi Taehyuk and Chae Yeryeong together, but it was actually fun. I’ll have to see if I can change the time.

“Hyung. You know my schedule changes starting today, right?”

“…Starting today?”

“Yes. Today I have a brief orientation, and I think I’ll start working for real tomorrow.”

“So mornings will be more relaxed.”

“Exactly. Means I can finally sleep in too. Hehehe. Ah, but I’ll probably be coming home later. Since the work might run long, if I move my cram school to a later slot, I’ll probably be home past 11…”

Suddenly, the bastard’s expression turned f*cking murderous. What’s with the sudden change? Flustered by his abrupt shift, I froze mid-bite with my chopsticks in hand. Did I say something wrong? No, right? I didn’t curse or anything—I did nothing wrong. Or is the food not good?

“Uh… Hyung, is something not to your taste?”

“Night… eleven o’clock…?”

I heard it. Definitely heard him grinding his teeth. The deeply furrowed brow, the lowered voice, the way he spoke through gritted teeth—goosebumps shot down my spine.

And the moment the metal chopsticks in Choi Taehyuk’s hand began to bend, my body started trembling. I’m scared. Suddenly, I’m so f*cking scared. Out of nowhere, Choi Taehyuk’s massive body loomed over me threateningly. I’ve seen that expression before. The harsh face, the cold eyes. I felt my breath growing short and forced down the memories flooding my mind. Desperate to escape this atmosphere, I quickly put down my spoon and flashed what even I knew was a strained smile, then opened my mouth.

I asked him everything—was the seaweed soup too salty, was the dried squid too tough, was it because I served the same greens from last night—but his expression didn’t budge. His eyes were on a different level from the cold stares I’d seen before—it felt like my throat was being squeezed.

Terrified, I clamped my mouth shut and started cautiously gauging his reaction. It was so scary I felt tears welling up.

Choi Taehyuk held that murderous silence a while longer, then relaxed his expression and reached his hand toward me. I flinched, thinking he was going to hit me. But his large hand only wiped my eye and withdrew. There was indeed moisture on the hand he pulled back—I really had been tearing up.

Seeing him relax his expression, I slowly straightened up while still watching him carefully. He looked at me, smiled as if to reassure me, lightly pinched my cheek, then let go and spoke again with a serious face.

“Late.”

“Sorry, what?”

Startled, I asked back, thinking I’d misheard. Did he just say “late”? What’s late? The food? No. We usually eat at this time.

“Nine o’clock.”

Nine…? It took me a while to realize what he was talking about. I was so dumbfounded my mouth fell open. Choi Taehyuk, ignoring me completely, picked up a spoon instead of the bent chopsticks and continued.

“No later than nine.”

I’d thought no way, but he really had thrown that tantrum just because I said I’d be home late. The absurdity was so overwhelming that a rebuttal flew out immediately.

“But that’s not really up to me—”

“Nine o’clock.”

“Like I said—”

“Do I need to say it three times?”

“Yes, sir.”

Choi Taehyuk was firm, showing no signs of compromise. What business is it of his what time a grown adult comes home, and why does he get to dictate it? I couldn’t understand any of it—but the lingering fear from earlier kept me from saying anything defiant.

For now, I’ll just give him the answer he wants. What’s he going to do if I come home late anyway?

Internally thinking not-so-obedient thoughts, I outwardly acted obedient. Seeing his expression soften a bit at my answer, I treated him to a feeding service for the first time in a while. Not the full meal—just putting his favorite side dishes into his mouth.

Whenever irritation surged up, I’d put on a stern face and feed him things like the seasoned bell pepper he wouldn’t even glance at, saying he had to eat it whether he liked it or not because it was good for him.

“What time are you leaving today?”

“I’ll get ready and head out as soon as I finish eating. I don’t have class today, so I’ll come straight back—probably.”

“Probably?”

“No. I’ll come back early. Definitely.”

I’d give anything to grab that nodding head and shake it just once. I hated seeing him control my schedule like this, but I kept my mouth shut. My motto is not to pick fights with opponents I can’t win against. Sometimes I realize just how pathetic I really am.

“It’s really huge…”

Right now, I’m feeling my status as a commoner incredibly deeply.

This is a gate? Not Gwanghwamun? Isn’t this just a fortress gate? This is really the front gate? This?!

Today I learned for the first time that the gate of a mere house could be this big. I’d always thought Chae Yeryeong’s family was rich, but this house shattered that perception with just its gate alone.

What surprised me even more was that I’d only been standing in front of the gate when a buzzing sound came and a voice from the intercom asked who I was. Startled, I let out a rather impressive scream. After going “Wah, Ah, Kyaa, Euaah—” for a while, I stopped when my throat hurt, and a voice said, “There is a CCTV camera on the upper left.”

Embarrassing. Hiding my burning face, I showed the documents from the company and my ID to the intercom.

-Identity verified.

Before long, something that made my jaw drop happened again. That massive gate opened automatically. Wow—. When something this big opens on its own, it feels like a scene from a movie. Does it open like this every time someone enters?

I walked along the pretty stone path in the center of the spacious garden, having all sorts of useless thoughts, and finally arrived at the front door. The house—like a Western mansion built in a modern style—was so magnificent I wanted to live in it at least once, even if only in a dream.

I regretted so much that I hadn’t gotten close to Min Seonwoo back in college. Maybe I could’ve saved on meal costs…!

I was looking around the garden with joking thoughts when I heard a voice from behind.

“Welcome. You are Kim Jinho, correct?”

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