Chapter 184 – Side Story – Sex #1
Side Story – Sex # 1
Do you know a genius who was stuffed?
This man here knew.
Because this man was a genius who has now been stuffed.
The man felt like he had been stuffed and displayed in front of people.
It’s already been an hour.
People who had a man sitting in front of them sometimes subtly fell silent.
“Hmm.”
“Hmm.”
“Hmm.”
Buuuuung-.
An interior where a fan spins loudly in a strange sense of tension.
The room, where the air conditioner was set to 25 degrees, felt a little hot, perhaps because of the shoulders of people sitting close together.
Just when you thought it was dizzying to see the strong summer sunlight seeping through the slightly drawn blinds on the window-.
“Hmm…”
The literary fan, an elderly man in his 50s wearing thin-rimmed glasses, kept thumbing his nose and occasionally touching his lips with his thumb while flipping through his manuscript.
Although he holds the great title of Executive Director of Korea’s largest publishing company, ‘Writing Heaven’, it was not that difficult to read the emotions on his face, as anyone could see that he was just an ordinary man.
The man thought it was necessary to show people his patience and consideration that was superior to anyone else.
“I fully understand that you may find it difficult to understand because the level of my writing is so high, distant, hard, and thick. This is still difficult to accept at the Korean level. “This is a special time, so I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.”
“It’s a question─. Mr. Ido. Well said. “Did you just say it was a question?”
Tak-.
A literary criminal who covered a man’s manuscript.
Soon he lifted his glasses slightly with his fingers and gently massaged the area around his sunken eyes with his other hand.
Thump, thump-.
Other people sitting at the long table also covered their manuscripts and yawned or rolled their shoulders.
Soon the office manager, Munhakbeom, spoke.
“Mr. Haido. I enjoyed the manuscript you sent. I watched all parts 1 and 2. Furthermore, I have one question. There’s a lot to say in part 1, but even if we skip it, isn’t part 2 a bit much?”
“I can’t believe it’s part 2. What do you mean?”
“In Part 2, if the main character ‘Hyde’ just says ‘sex’, things go smoothly and everything goes well, right? Because of that, the plot becomes urgent, and the story ends like a flash of beans frying.”
Aha-.
The man understood right away.
The novel “Surviving as a Cult in a Different World” Was a work composed of parts 1 and 2, and a planned spin-off.
Just as an insect is divided into head, chest, and abdomen, my novel is also divided into Part 1, Part 2, and the side story.
Just as an insect cannot breathe and dies without even one of them, the same was true for the man’s novel.
The man decided to explain that point.
“That is…, It was intended to depict the extraordinary nature of the main character, Hyde. Hyde is an extraordinary human being. In fact, if Hyde had put his mind to it from the beginning of Part 1, he could have unified the world within a week. But Hyde didn’t do that. Because Hyde’s dream was not to conquer the kingdom, but to become a good and simple priest… ! That’s why… !”
The man thought his long explanation was very cool and excellent.
However, he was actually sweating a little because he was a little stung on the inside.
It was true that the tempo of the plot accelerated in Part 2.
After ‘the part where Milione dies’, I tried to write a long tempo story about a year of secrecy during my time as a shepherd, but—.
Milione was a popular character (I don’t know why she was like that even though she was rude), and at the end of volume 6 when she died, the man received a threatening letter with various murderous intentions.
“If you don’t save Milione right away, I will hit her in the face with my fist. And increase her portion size. It was a letter that said, “Please make me reappear as soon as possible!” And most of it was written by Milione himself.
So, as the story was cut out in many ways, the development of part 2 had no choice but to speed up, and this was something that the man was also very upset about.
“Okay. Well, let’s say so. Then I have another question. The Rust that appears in this article claims to be sex itself -. She’s never actually had sex.”
“That’s right.”
“It’s a story about sex without sex.” Do you think this makes sense now?”
“But it’s a true story. Although it seems like non-fiction, the stories written about such great and powerful achievements are actually stories that actually happened. It’s a fact.”
“Are these stories true? Entire? What the-. “I was wondering what to say…”
Munhakbeom frowned.
Soon, the women and men sitting next to me also frowned, but they finally started laughing, pounding on the desk and shedding tears.
“Haido. Mr. Haido. Well, I will contact you soon. Now, let’s go out.”
“I’m waiting for good news.”
Crunch-.
Boom.
As soon as the man went outside, he heard a commotion inside the door.
━Won, I’m busy even if I don’t have to be, but do we have to deal with people like that? I feel really embarrassed. I feel ashamed. No matter how lucrative the business is, how far does the literary world fall? No matter how popular snack culture is these days, I am.
━There was no such low-quality trash. I’m sure it’s there. These idiots think that just saying obscene and vulgar words is art-!
━That’s right. That’s right. The way he looks at Miss Kim isn’t normal either?
“…”
The man felt something pounding inside his chest.
When I brought my hand to his chest, I caught a hard, cool mask there instead of a heart.
Zek-.
When I touched it with my hand, the hairs on my entire body seemed to stand on end and I felt the blood in all my veins heating up like a furnace.
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Munhakbeom spat at the wad of paper shredded by the shredder.
“Haido. A young guy said he was our publishing company’s biggest sponsor, so I read the manuscript to please him. Poor guy. Does literature seem easy? Does having some money make the literary world look funny?”
Haido was a young man who donated a huge amount of money to “Writing Heaven.”
He may have gotten that kind of money from somewhere, but isn’t he a genius who doesn’t know anything about the world and has never experienced hardship?
“Writing is only written by people who have been through all sorts of hardships to bring out its depth. Miss Kim thinks so too, right? Young people these days don’t have any fighting spirit. Fighting. If you are a man, you must have a spark burning in your heart. Uhm, Miss Kim, did you tell me about the time I threw a Molotov cocktail?”
“Oh my, I’m so sick of it. What kind of horrible bunch of letters are there? It’s too shallow to even be called a novel… How many times does the word sex appear? Jagini, pussy, ugh… “If you force me to read something like this next time, I won’t work with Writing Heaven from now on.”
Miss Kim was as fierce as ever with her high hips and her meditation.
Munhakbeom explained while looking at Miss Kim’s butt.
“In Haido’s trashy novel ‘Surviving as a Cult in a Different World,’ the word sex appears a total of 201 times. Pussy appeared number 119.”
“… “How does the manager know that?”
“Well, I know that I am a literary criminal. Am I truly the guardian of 21st century literature, the living history of resistance, and the last bastion of the literary world? Katkatkat-!”
It was the time when the literary criminal, with half his head bald, was laughing heartily.
Susseu-.
The surrounding air suddenly dropped by several degrees, as if the temperature of the air conditioner had been forcibly lowered.
‘Living-?’
Munhakbeom was a fighter who fought at the forefront of resistance.
He realized that this was someone’s overwhelming lethal force or force.
When I came to my senses-.
A man was standing with his feet on the table.
“Oh sex, my sex.”
“You—.”
“W-what is it?”
“Cross mask-! Oh, no way, that crazy arson horse that appeared on the 8 o’clock news last night? The crazy monster who set fire to the 63 Building… ! They even tried to change the name of Namsan Tower to Penis Tower… !?”
The sudden appearance of a man wearing a cross mask shocked people, including the executive director of Writing Heaven. Should I say that it feels like I am being suffocated by a strange presence?
However, Rust, the man with the cross mask, spoke calmly.
“Is that the end of the question? Now it’s my turn to ask you a question. A question is a question. It means pussy. Let me show you the question! Haha!”
Pot-.
The man just jumped down from the table.
And he lifted the skirt of Kim Mi-nyeo, a pen name known as “Miss Kim.”
Flap-!
“This is pussy! Haha!!!”
“Aaaaah! Hey, you crazy pervert! You pervert bastard! You idiot! Wow! What are they doing! Catch this bastard! Grab it!!!”
Author Kim Mi-nyeo starts screaming so hard that the windows tremble.
She was a ghostwriter who gained international attention with her “The Fourth Gender Attack Helicopter,” And she was a sassy and fearless woman, but when her skirt was lifted, she did nothing.
This is truly a lawless wilderness.
The second coming of Sodom and Gomorrah.
As if to prove it, the man with the cross mask stretched out his hand toward the screaming man’s chest.
“Khaha! “I enjoy the most by massaging the breasts of innocent girls!”
Wow-.
When women have their breasts grabbed hard, they literally feel pain like a rat struck by lightning and are unable to move.
“Aaaaah! You crazy bastard! You crazy bastard! Wow! “Aaaaah!”
Writer Kim Mi-nyeo, known as the literary world’s comet, collapsed on her floor.
And she witnessed it.
Something so huge that it rises like a summer suit’s trouser dance -.
“This… This… What…”
“What the hell is going on! Manager! You need to call the police! Manager! Manager… !?”
“I, I know Munhakbeom… ! That’s “Milk jug”… ! Oh my, this can’t be… ! Hyde, was he really a real person? !”
“Khaha! Yes! I am Hyde and Rust! You foolish bastards! “If you’re talking about literature or art, if you pretend to be noble and neat, in the end, you’re nothing more than a dick and a vagina, you’re like beasts!”
The man wearing the red cross mask hated people who wrote.
This was because everyone who wrote thought themselves to be the best, that their suffering was the highest level of intellectual entertainment, and that they were better people than others.
Of course, men were excluded from ‘everyone’ because they were humbler and better people than anyone else.
“Can you change the world with these little words? Can the soul be saved? No! Only those who righteously call on God’s name will be saved! “All studies are the crumbs of theology!!!”
“Huh…”
“What the-.”
“Something that can change the 21st century. It’s sex… ! There are only two words that can change Korea, which is dying due to low birth rates. Sex alone is enough… ! Haha… !”
As the man’s laughter spread, Office Manager Munhakbeom felt as if he had been hit with an ax in the back of the head.
Solving all of Korea’s problems.
Sex.
That one word was really enough.
“… One hundred questions and one answer. There is only one answer to all the questions in the world. Was that really the truth? Sex. Yes, sex really solves all your problems! I, Munhakbeom, know!”
“Hey, you crazy bastard! How long are you going to touch my breasts? Ouch! Hey, you pervert bastard! Manager! What are you doing! Quickly report this crazy pervert… “Kyaa!”
“This man is actually an omnipotent monster… ! And I, Moon Mun-beom, know very well that the man will now leave the conference room and escape through the elevator installed at the back door without being caught by anyone… ! Ooh, we won’t be able to stop it! It won’t stop you from escaping in my car! I, Munhakbeom, know! “You can know because it’s me!”
Munhakbeom.
He broke into a cold sweat and shouted the most excitedly in his 55 years of life.
“But I, I… ! I can’t give you the car keys that are in my left pocket… ! But for some reason, my body acted on its own, and I ended up giving that guy my new bancho key… !”
“S-the manager is crazy! Stop it! Heeeee!”
Pot-!
The man who was both Rust and Hyde escaped through the elevator and stole the sedan with the car keys he had received from his office manager.
Hijacking a car.
It was said that the car was raped.
Boom-.
The destination for the unlicensed man was a living room.
When I opened the door, the world changed and a world full of beautiful vegetation appeared.
Zek-.
The man who took off his mask and became Hyde said.
“Phew, today I have enlightened the barbaric world again. The life of a chosen prophet is so painful. I’m holding on like this because it’s me. So, only I can go back and forth through all the doors.”
“Hyde, you’re back! Hyde!”
Sseukseu-.
Psyche was seen driving the sheep from afar and waving her hand.
Psyche among the flock looked like an angel among white fluffy clouds, and the man, Hyde’s heart was loosened by it.
“Hyde, did people in the other world like your story today? How to survive as a cult in a different world… ! “It’s a true story, but it’s a great story, almost like a novel!”
“Then. Of course. Everyone loved it so much that there was no shouting or fuss. “It was very difficult because everyone was trying to catch me when I wanted to leave.”
Hyde.
His life was still as pious and faithful as always.
—This is a story about his godly sex—that is, everything.