Healer

Chapter 22.1

― We searched for five smart and strong Hong Kongers. Please check the resume that will be sent to you by email.

Han Sungjae said over the phone. The Brains, who were gradually buying Taeryung stocks, were disguised as Hong Kong funds. They were looking for a real Hong Kong person because there was a risk of being discovered if a Brain appeared at a shareholder’s meeting or put on a vacant position. If that didn’t work, other methods had to be used.

Cha Yiseok looked down at his hands. First aid was given, but the bleeding did not stop, so he went to Sung Haemin’s hospital near the company.

“Are they good at acting?”

— Is just acting enough? We also have to do a camera test. Oh, they’re moving house tomorrow.

“If the accommodation was exposed first, it would be dangerous again this time, so move one by one. It’s set up like a place for men to gather and have a sex party. For the time being, I invited women to enjoy it to your heart’s content.”

― I can already hear the cheers of the Brains. Even though they have a decent item1, they haven’t been able to use it properly because they’re suffering at your hands. Are you coming to the press conference later?

“I’m a show lover, so I’ll have to match the rhythm for the time being.”

Han Sungjae clicked his tongue and said abruptly.

―You see all two-legged animals as targets to be laid and fucked, but what are you lacking that you’re reaching out to males? No matter how much I thought about it, I don’t understand it.

“What are you talking about?”

— I’m asking who that boy who was with you on the yacht was. You know Eunjoo? She said she saw you on her way to the bathroom that day. He was a Paradiso singer.

Cha Yiseok swept along the texture of his eyebrows with his index finger. He asked without thinking, but the answer he got back was not what he wanted.

“Who is the singer?”

— I don’t know. They all wore the same clothes and the same masks, so I couldn’t tell the difference. Eunjoo said, you were not sober that day, but the Paradiso singer was bold. Then, Sung Haemin got on top of you, so he tore off Haemin and zipped you up. Don’t ask why. ‘Cause I don’t know. Anyway, you had a stare-off with the singer, and then you pulled him and kissed him. Because you were wild, he was frightened and ran away.

Han Sungjae continued his words.

— That’s not all. You followed him running away, caught him, hugged him, and went into the cabin. After that, you didn’t come out for a long time, so I don’t know what happened next.

Cha Yiseok narrowed his muscles between his eyebrows. Of course, he thought it was a woman, but it was surprising that it was a Paradiso singer. He couldn’t remember who he was with that day, or whether he went all the way. The only thing that was clear was the touch of the lips that day. At that moment, suddenly, a person flashed through his mind.

“Was that guy around me at the time?”

— Who?

However, it was the same mask and the same outfit, but there was no way for Han Sungjae to know. At that moment, Sung Haemin opened the door of the operating room and entered. A sweet perfume mixed with the smell of disinfectant. Dressed in her doctor’s gown, she had an intellectual look. With the operating table in between, Sung Haemin looked at the gaping flesh in Cha Yiseok’s hands. Cha Yiseok ended the call for the meantime. She gave a look of reproach as if she had been waiting.

“You’re crazy! If it had come to this point, you should have come right away. You can see the bones here. At the very least, the nerves and ligaments could have been damaged. Do you know what that means? It means that groping women’s bodies for the time being is over. How did this happen?”

Sung Haemin picked up the syringe she had prepared in advance. Cha Yiseok said.

“Do not anesthetize.”

“Are you crazy? If I can’t, it’ll be over 20 stitches, how are you going to endure it?!”

“It’s better to put up with this. Or because I think I’m going to go crazy.”

“…”

Sung Haemin blinked with her mouth agape. Cha Yiseok placed his hand on his temple with a slick smile on his face. He lost his appetite for a few days, and his insomnia got worse. Apparently it was withdrawal symptoms that come from staying away from drugs. He had no intention of quitting in the first place, so he started dabbling again.

But his tinnitus grew sharper and more tenacious. The pressure was like being sucked into the depths of the sea for thousands of miles. No matter how much he inhaled and poured alcohol, no matter how much he slept or stayed awake, the boy’s face and voice engulfed his nerves. Even if this pain was a last resort now, it was enough to forget this wicked thirst.

“Really? Are you really doing it without anesthesia?”

“Start.”

You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind! Sung Haemin was stunned and gave him an anesthetic injection. The suture needle carefully dug into the gaping skin. Each time, Sung Haemin had a painful expression on her face in Cha Yiseok’s stead. Cha Yiseok leaned his upper body back and leaned against the wall. He savored the languid pain as the needle pierced through the flesh. Hot pain rushed into his hands, driving away the tinnitus that had taken over his ears. The extreme thirst has also disappeared. The suture operation went on for quite some time. Sung Haemin, who was cutting the last thread, was pale.

“The pain will be great for three or four days. You don’t need a pain reliever because you’re on medication, right? Come and get treatment tomorrow.”

Really crazy… She was fed up.

***

Yaba sat on a chair in the waiting room and applied his moisturizing cream. He washed up as soon as he woke up, washed again before breakfast, and showered twice with every meal to wash away the pressure of time. So he felt like he had returned to his real life.

“Is this posture really possible? Isn’t it photoshopped?”

The eunuch singers swallowed their saliva as they looked at adult magazines dotted with bizarre postures. They seemed like a pie in the sky2.

Yaba hated the warm season the most. As the days got warmer, the worms were more eager to mate. They used to sleep in his ear lobes and groin, and he couldn’t sleep.

So far, he only had two wet dreams. Once before castration and once after castration. After he was castrated he woke up with dry underwear compared to the crazy sensations. He had masturbated a few times, but he never climaxed. On the yacht, in the dormitory, when Cha Yiseok poured brain-melting caresses, Yaba’s genitals were idle.

About 30 minutes later, Cocaine entered the waiting room and sat down on the edge of the U-shaped sofa. He was constantly busy saving and healing wounded souls. He had washed his face, so the water was still on his face. His wet hair and lips looked weary and just as elegant. Hashish stared at him blankly and asked after coughing.

“Isn’t the person who just came in a baseball player? He was in the major leagues, when did he come?”

“Last year, he came here for treatment because his ankle ligament was stretched. He’s leaving the country next month and he wants to listen one more time before that.”

It was much more expensive to get Cocaine to sing alone than to get the singers as a group. It was natural that the former was expensive despite the manpower being mobilized or the balls being put in. However, most of the guests were happy to follow the strange calculation method because they monopolized Cocaine, and they appreciated that Cocaine accepted the reservation.

“Aren’t you overdoing it these days? You’re going to collapse. You better stop going to the villa.”

Cocaine laughed silently. Hashish said in a tone of displeasure.

“By the way, I didn’t see that bastard at Director Cha’s family residence earlier. The butler said that he was moving somewhere today, but if he makes a move on you again, I’ll kill him, so don’t stop me then. Is that bastard really your neighborhood hyung?”

Suddenly, Cocaine’s gaze shifted to Yaba and fell.

“I said so. We’ll talk about that later.”

“Then why is he speaking to you with honorifics? It sounded like he’s a bit of a half-wit, is he perhaps that sort of person?”

Hashish raised his finger next to his ears and made a gesture. Perhaps he was upset or something, Cocaine pushed the towel down hard on the table.

“Tsk, okay.” Hashish made a loud noise.

Today, Cocaine went to Cha Myunghwan’s villa. Apparently he had also visited Cha Yiseok’s family home. Every time he went, his complexion darkened. Yaba’s eyes met with Cocaine’s. The worldly eyes seemed unusually complicated these days.

“Yaba, are you sick? You don’t look so good.”

It was a funny thing to hear from someone who was about to collapse. Yaba raised the corners of his lips in response.

“Talk about yourself, it looks like you are going to collapse right away?”

He was out of breath even though he spoke only a few words. There was a faint sigh. Cocaine’s eyebrows furrowed.

“You… Are you really okay?”

“Just care about your devotees and mind your business.”

Yaba turned his gaze away and rubbed the cream on his droopy forearm. His fingertips trembled slightly. At this point, it was time for Morphine to speak up, but he didn’t open his mouth. As of today, none of the eunuch singers quarreled with him. It was the first time ever.

Cocaine looked at the reservation list on the table. Yaba pretended to apply cream and stared at the list that Cocaine was holding. Was Cha Yiseok in there? Wouldn’t it be great if he could remove the eyeballs for a while? It would be nice to put it on a hanger behind Cocaine like a CC camera and peek at it. Hashish put his head close and looked at the list. Seeing that his expression is bright, it seemed that Cha Yiseok wasn’t on it today.

On the other hand, Cocaine’s face was not so bright. Maybe this time, Cha Yiseok was on the basement floor. Rubbing his body against a dead body adorned with lilies and perfume…

Yaba was thinking of going down to the basement floor someday if he had the chance.

Cocaine wore a light blue velvet outfit and an off-white mask that accentuated his skin tone. Not knowing that Hashish was glancing at his bare chest. A cheap designer’s cheap clothes borrowed the body of Cocaine and turned into expensive luxury goods. Cocaine put on a costume and went to grace his other devotees. The accompaniments followed, and Yaba moved his heavy ass.

His eyes were hazy. It was a dull day and his body felt duller than usual. He had seen a pale man twice this morning in the bathroom. The man glared at him with particularly anxious and frightening eyes. Spring was coming soon. He, who was the servant of the dead, was also busy. He intended to take the sacrificial lamb before the warm season arrived. So Yaba himself had to finish the unfinished work. That day, he ended up not stopping at the chemical store. His hair kept pricking his eyes.

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