Please Be Quiet And Take Off Your “Something” - Chapter 83

“I am not disappointed. Never will. And I am not twisting anything either. To begin with, it would be fine as long as you were not such a pervert. But you are one beyond salvation, Mr. President.”

‒It wasn’t even intentional.

“How much of a pervert are you to get such a lewd reaction even unintentionally…”

‒If one is to be praised, it should be the one who unintentionally made me hard. Don’t you agree?

“When the hell did I ever…!”

‒When you were gloating about who is more likely to get in trouble if people find out about us, I think?

“… Mr. President, can you manage in your everyday life?” Na-Yool asked in a sigh, after being stunned speechless for a few seconds. She did not even want to ask what was exciting about her previous words, nor what had got him triggered.

What is the point in knowing such a depraved pervert’s train of thought? Even if she knew, she would not understand.

Then, a familiar cursory reply came back.

“I generally can.”

…Right, surprisingly, he was capable of it.

‒As long as you don’t arbitrarily set me on fire like this.

“That is precisely what ‘not being able to manage’ is. Mr. President, you truly can’t handle your urges in your daily life.”

‒I just have to jerk it off.

“…Such a pervert, what is the use of talking…”

‒Keep talking. Just like this, with contempt.

“…… What are you going to do while listening?”

‒Cum.

His insane answer was short and clear. Its sense of purpose was so simple and dull that she almost suspected he was playing her with lies. For example, contrary to what he had affirmed, his lower half was in fact at rest and well-behaved.

But Na-Yool soon changed her mind. After all, he was a sicko.

“If you must cum, do it in hell. That’s where perverts like you should go.”

‒Then I might meet you there?

“Never. I am not a pervert, after all.”

Si-Jin blatantly sneered in response, infuriating Na-Yool even more. [T/N: She is not really angry, but more like acting coy, as always.]

“Stop framing me as a depraved person on the excuse that you are one!”

‒’Framing’? Well, if you want to think so, sure.

“Besides, I have enough with meeting you while alive, why mention such a disgusting thing as meeting even after death…”

The laughter coming back this time was not a sneer. It was a burst of soft and sweet laughter that did not fit the situation.

‒If you go there first, wait for me.

How could one use such a sweet voice to speak about the afterlife… It was an even more out-of-this-world experience for Na-Yool than when she first woke up in his bed.

“Why would I wait there for you, Mr. President?… No, besides I will never go to the same place as you. Since unlike you, I don’t even belong there.”

…Wait me, are you actually discussing the afterlife with Kwon Si-Jin?

It was the kind of pointless conversation she would have had with her silly boyfriend from high school. However, who knew she would have it with a man who was the utmost opposite of being dumb.

Yet, Si-Jin answered in all seriousness, making the conversation seem even more silly.

‒First of all, there’s a high probability that I’ll live longer. For sure.

“… This is the most unpleasant thing I have ever heard from you. No way!”

‒No way?

“Mr. Workaholic, are you not underestimating the danger of overworking?”

So you obviously won’t live long, but I will, implied Na-Yool with great confidence.

‒I’m estimating it well enough.

“For someone who ‘estimates it well enough’, you…”

‒Which is precisely why I’m handling my urges, my butt, no, my dick off. [T/N: Si-Jin’s reasoning is: lots of work = frequent masturbation needed, since it helps him focus on work.]

Na-Yool doubted that Si-Jin could masturbate to death to the degree that such a humongous dick would fall off. But when she remembered the color of his smoothie shot straight from hell, she was assuredly convinced. [T/N: People masturbating regularly tend to have clearer semen than people who masturbate occasionally. I think that’s what ‘the color of his smoothie’ refers to here…!]

As she reminisced, Na-Yool stared into space with narrowed eyes. She honestly had nothing to say.

‒But you, though, you don’t seem to take care of yourself at all.

“……”

‒I easily guessed it based just on your build, but now that I’ve checked with my own eyes, it’s as expected.

“I did not especially care about anything, but I do not think I have done anything wrong either.”

‒You’ll probably end up dying first because you keep skipping meals.

“Don’t say such ominous words! I feel jinxed…”

‒If you were not jinxed, you wouldn’t suffer a life like this.

It turns out he was aware that she was living a dog’s life, after all.

‒Don’t worry, all you need to do is eat well and work harder.

How did he expect her to work harder than she already was?!

One hand was sufficient to count the times they had eaten together. Still, whenever seeing the small amount of food she ate, Si-Jin occasionally commented that it was not enough. Actually, quite frequently.

Na-Yool always had a good appetite. This man! Who did he think was behind this change? Hearing him spurt out a flow of outrageous words while she diligently ate was all it takes to make her forget how to move her spoon.

Indeed, how could she lift her spoon when she could not even lift her embarrassed face?

“…I usually eat well.”

He clicked his tongue in disbelief.

‒Eat more and gain some weight. Can’t you do that much?

Since they started their weird relationship, they talked about more various things than before. Perhaps because of it, Na-Yool’s ears sometimes automatically translated Si-Jin’s words for their true meaning.

Like the words he had just said, which translated to “Can’t you even handle such a simple matter on your own?”.

“I know how to gain weight and I can do it well.”

As Na-Yool spat the words in frustration, she realized how strange they were, but she could not take them back. Over the phone, Si-Jin chuckled and praised her.

‒You do know how great you are, Ms. Na-Yool.

“……”

‒If you know so well, then fix it.

“…I would if I had the leisure to.”

‒Oh, because we have sex too often?

“I meant work! Who said anything about sex…!”

‒But you clearly made enough time for yourself today…

If there is one ridiculous aspect of his crazy personality that Na-Yool was sure of, it was this.

His ability to hold grudges behind a bright smile.

“It’s been a while since I left work early, so…”

‒And, what did you eat with Lee Seung-Jae?

“…Sushi.”

‒That punk, so he was pro-Japanese.

And his ability to spout out absolute nonsense despite looking like a pragmatic person.

Na-Yool answered with an empty laugh of outright bafflement.

“It’s me who likes sushi. Not him.”

‒It might be Japanese, but good things are to be appreciated.

Could his change of attitude depending on the situation be even faster? Si-Jin continued interrogating her without the slightest bit of shame.

‒Cheap ones or expensive?

“Just average.”

So inquisitive, and yet his reply to her cheeky answer was a simple “hm-hm”. She could not even tell if he was displeased or not.

“… But why do you suddenly ask?”

‒Did you eat a lot?

“Yes.”

‒And Seung-Jae paid?

“Yes. It just turned out this way…”

‒You did well.

Was it a deed so worthy of being praised by this unappreciative mouth? The act of recklessly stuffing herself with a meal bought by her junior…?

‒Just keep doing that. Don’t waste your money on that punk.

“… You know he is my only teammate and junior, right?”

‒Who cares.

Na-Yool was momentarily at a loss for words facing his blatant unconcern.

Right, he did not need to care. And Seung-Jae would not want him to care either.

‒It would be perfect if you didn’t waste your time on him, too.

“By asking me not to spend either my money or time, don’t you mean for me to simply not associate at all with him?”

‒Exactly.

Si-Jin sure was casual at making such a request, impractical during working hours.

“… You also know that he sits across from me all day long, right?”

‒During working hours, suit yourself. But outside working hours, I mind.

“What does my time outside working hours has to do with you, Mr. President…”

‒How can you dare eat sushi with that punk when you don’t even have enough time to fool around with me?

It is true that both of them had been busy for the past few days and had not the slightest energy to spare. Even so, it did not mean that Seung-Jae had been a hindrance today. Because on other days, Na-Yool was mostly still in the office at this time.