The Engagement Was Broken Off at the Wedding Hall

48 – 3-11. Is Godyangnam a healing pack?

Everyday life is no different from usual.

Go to school and study. After class, I study on my own where I am lacking.

Then, when the guide day approaches.

“[Is this your first time here?]”

“[…It usually doesn’t come out here.]”

Guiding?

Receive a guide?

Actually, I’m not sure now.

We have already provided guidance to all places.

He introduced me to all the places I knew.

My favorite place.

A place I often go to.

What you like, from likes and dislikes to areas of taste.

When I was at a loss because there was nothing left, Yu answered me.

‘[Then wouldn’t it be okay to follow along as an interpreter?]’

…Okay.

The guide’s job was over long ago.

Instead, he takes on the new role of ‘interpreter’ and follows Yu around.

‘Is this okay?’

I didn’t know.

This is definitely a shameless act. It was a selfish thing that I hated so much.

But there was a part of me that wanted to go along with the interpretation in Gara.

“[Waaah…..!]”

Shows a new landscape.

Shows a new scenery.

It takes me to a new place that I could not see.

Like that

“[Do you like it?]”

“[….Good.]”

I’m starting to look forward to it.

What kind of scenery will you see this time?

Which place will you go and what kind of experience will you have?

And above all.

“[I’m glad you like it.]”

“[Ah…..?]”

Patting my head──eh?

“[Oh, sorry. I stopped without realizing it.]”

“[──Wait a minute.]”

Hand.

Don’t hit me.

“[It’s okay if I do that…]”

“[……!]”

I don’t know either.

I just don’t know.

‘I want to be like this.’

I’m just having fun for a penny, so I can’t believe they’ll allow this much.

I’m not going to do anything strange anyway, so it’s okay.

I wonder if they can only give permission for the head or something.

A constant stream of excuses comes up in my mind, trying to convince me.

In reality, the mind has already been decided and you try to convince it later.

I felt it was really ugly when I saw it myself, but…

“[…..Good….]”

I was happy to be with this man.

…

..

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“Are you meeting any men these days?”

“Ha?”

Dinner time after returning home

I was suddenly taken aback by the sound of my mother speaking.

At first, I wondered what the noise was, but when she raised her head, her mother looked at me with her strange eyes.

“Recently, coming home is often delayed…”

“It’s because I’m studying.”

So, eat something.

“I look in the mirror strangely often.”

“It’s because I have acne.”

So, eat something.

“I laugh while looking at my cell phone”

“It’s because I saw something interesting.”

So, eat something.

“…There are clothes that I have never seen before.”

“…………..”

Bob. Have some…

“Mom, you have eyes too. So, what kind of person are you?”

“It’s not like that?”

“If not, did you buy those clothes yourself? With your own money?”

“That’s right!…That’s….”

I couldn’t bear to say that.

Even if you bought it while working part-time, it is an amount that can be quite burdensome.

If only I had been interested in clothes at all, the idea that I, who had only worn sweats my whole life, was suddenly buying clothes. It didn’t make sense to buy such expensive clothes.

“It’s not just words, it’s actions and attitude.”

“…………..”

You look like a man these days, right?

Mom’s voice full of interest.

I quietly reflected on the behavior I had shown at home so far.

‘So…’

I brought cosmetics from my sister’s room and practiced my makeup.

How many times did you layer the clothes Yu gave you, try them on, and look back in front of the mirror?

I heard you get lost while reading a romance novel…

I keep looking at the pictures I took with Yu over and over again, so I miss the time to sleep…

‘Chew’

….No matter where you looked, it looked like he was a seriously ill or terminal patient.

“So where do you live? Can you tell your mom?”

“So, there is no such person.”

“Aha, then it’s unrequited love?”

“I ate well!”

I kicked my boots and left the place.

I can’t listen to you anymore.

I got up and left the half-eaten table still.

‘…Strange sound.’

In any case, these are clothes I received as a guide fee.

These are things I received in return for providing ‘guide’.

There is absolutely nothing strange here….

[Look at actions and attitudes, not words.]

“………….”

Do they usually buy clothes for you as a ‘guide fee’?

It even looks quite expensive?

‘Not usually…Isn’t it?’

These are things you would only do to a woman you are interested in.

No matter where I looked, I couldn’t see anything other than ‘wooing’ the ‘woman’ I was interested in.

Other than that, there was no reason for him to be with me in the first place.

Would it be fun to be with a woman like me who doesn’t know how to treat a man?

[It’s fun to watch her reaction because she reacts like a virgin.]

To begin with, there is no particular affability, and there is nothing cute about being blunt.

[If you think of her as Nova’s younger sister, the gap between her and her cuteness explodes.]

I don’t know how to decorate anything, and I’ve never lived as a woman.

[Rather good.]

…Even if I try to do something, it’s all clumsy.

[So you’re saying that’s a good thing?]

‘There’s no way you could like a b*tch like me.’

Your own charms that only you don’t know about.

The charm of being young. The charm of being young. She doesn’t know that each of her unique freshness, awkwardness, and fresh reactions is a weapon.

But even so, it didn’t matter.

“….Still.”

Because ‘girl’ is no longer ‘girl’.

“Ugh….Ugh….!”

Because I became a ‘woman’ who realized something.

Something you wouldn’t know when you were a ‘girl’, but you can know it because you’re a ‘woman’.

“…I should say thank you.”

Embrace the pounding heartbeat.

A pleasant feeling of heat. Without realizing it, I find myself waiting for tomorrow to come.

It clearly belonged to a ‘woman’.

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“……………………….”

This was my first experience like this.

Every man who saw me targeted my body.

I tried to knock him down with alcohol and drugs, and even tried to get people around him to fall down.

They treated me like a doll that obediently spreads its crotch.

It was also funny to say that all men are of the same shape….

In the first place, the place called a ‘club’ itself is ‘that kind of place.’

It’s a place that only people with those things in their heads go to.

Because it wasn’t like a ‘social church’ like in a drama or movie.

So, that’s why I couldn’t understand it even more.

“[Are you… A eunuch?]”

“[….Is that what you say as soon as you wake up?]”

It was a boy.

In terms of age, he’s probably a college student.

He looks like a man, but he is not a ‘man’.

But at least he must have the ‘instinct’ as a ‘male’.

“[I won’t report it. They won’t listen even if I report it in the first place.]”

“[…..I’m lying down.]”

“[…………]”

The boy stood up from his seat.

An empty room again. I quietly hugged the blanket in my arms and returned to my thoughts.

‘Obviously…’

I mixed drugs with alcohol, or rather, alcohol with drugs.

I saw that clearly and drank it.

And when I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed.

I thought I did it at the time.

‘….No.’

But what is the reality?

There was no pain between my legs.

I didn’t even feel a burning thirst.

What I feel is a slight warmth and subtle comfort.

I felt like it wasn’t a particularly good bed, but it still felt oddly comfortable.

“[It’s barley porridge.]”

“[……..]”

The man who came back into the room was carrying a small bowl.

Warm and fragrant smell. He absentmindedly took the bowl and took a bite.

“[…Tasteless.]”

“[Is she a b*tch?]”

It’s so tasteless.

It feels like a collection of all the things in this world that are said to be tasteless.

“[It doesn’t taste good… It’s really bad…]”

“[…Grand b*tch?]”

The grains are unnecessarily large.

I can’t tell if it’s gross or soft.

The liver was also so mild that you could drink it instead of water.

So, no matter how you look at it, there won’t be a single bad taste…

“[It really sucks….!!!]”

“[…The b*tch is eating dog porridge.]”

Why is it so palatable?

It goes by without a moment to breathe.

I ended up emptying the bowl.

A++ grade beef

This is not bread made by a professional pastry chef.

I just felt that the disgusting barley porridge cooked by an unknown boy was ‘delicious.’

It was delicious and warm.

The whole time I was eating, it felt like something was filling me up.

It cannot be compared to the hotness of alcohol or the fantastic feeling of drugs.

A small and insignificant fire. It felt like I was being comforted by a fire so small that it couldn’t even be a match.

“[……………………….]”

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“[…Did you eat everything?]”

“[Yes…]”

The boy just picked up her bowl and took it.

“[……………………….]”

Once again, I was alone in the room.

This time, a subtle warmth remained.

…

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After the meeting that day.

We often met and talked.

“[As expected, you regret not doing it with me, right?]”

“[I don’t want to catch a s*xually transmitted disease.]”

“[………….]”

“[If you get drunk and roll around, your dreams will likely be violent.]”

It is said that he is a college student working as an intern.

This time, he went into a club with his friends and when he saw me, he thought it was unusual and helped me.

“[If I had known she was such a b*tch, I wouldn’t have helped her.]”

“[You shouldn’t say things like that in front of women.]”

“[It’s true, but there’s nothing we can do about it.]”

“[It’s too much….]”

Honestly, it was a boring meeting.

I’m not particularly good at talking to people, nor am I good at dealing with women.

A boring and boring man.

If you ask me, he was one of those common men who are like porridge or water.

A person I wouldn’t have even looked at normally.

But….

“[Still, I came dressed up like this to meet you, so why don’t you at least give me a compliment?]”

“[….It looks like a rag, so it seems like a lot of men are attracted to it.]”

“[Pfft, ahahahaha!]”

I don’t know why.

I was definitely feeling ‘fun’.

Different from alcohol and drugs.

Definitely the joy of being ‘filled’ with something.