GC Ch 3

Thanks to Miss Hyun, who was both tall and had big feet, I was able to wear them without much trouble, but because the heels were so high, my toes began to throb with piercing pain after walking just a few steps. How on earth could they walk around in these uncomfortable things all day? While I felt a deep sense of admiration for those women, I simultaneously wanted to beat that fucking pervert of a gatekeeper to death. Of course, the main culprit was likely Kim Jeongsuk, who had ordered me to do this in the first place.

‘Minjo, why don’t you go and make it nice and delicious for him? It should be fine for you to go today.’

Wearing open-toed red heels and holding the coffee bundle wrapped by Kim Jeongsuk in my hands, I looked up at the dilapidated prefabricated building. This place, composed of not just one but several buildings packed closely together, was the Gimun Construction office. Located in an area even more remote than Jangheung Livestock, it looked somewhat like a country house complex from afar, but the exterior of the building was dark and the windows were completely obscured by curtains, giving it a creepy atmosphere whenever you looked at it. The densely planted trees around it contributed to that eerie vibe.

Although they had a flashy head office building downtown, Boss Chu was said to always handle business here. Supposedly because it was a good place to beat people up quietly, or something like that. Then again, this was just speculation from the ladies who had gone on deliveries.

I shifted my steps toward the largest building in the center. Standing in front of the dirty front door covered in handprints, I looked at the dog door installed at the bottom.

“Fuck….”

The delivery boys and girls had to stick their foot clad in a high heel into this dog door and wait until they heard a voice telling them to come in, but everyone hated the process, saying it felt terrifying, as if their ankles were about to be chopped off. Given the nature of the place, it was more than understandable to feel that way. Experiencing it firsthand, shoving one’s ankle into a dog door was something that required quite a bit of courage.

I had repeated that bullshit three times. The first time, I was rejected because I was wearing sneakers, the next time because of socks, and the next time because I was barefoot. I was also a crazy bastard for stubbornly trying three times out of sheer spite because of my temper.

Anyway, if they refused to open the door even after I did as ordered, I was planning to call Boss Chu directly using the number on his business card. I’m the real ace of Hobak Coffee Shop and I really want to make you a delicious cup of coffee, Boss, but they won’t open the door for me because I wasn’t wearing high heels. What should I do? Should I just leave?

If you have eyes, take a damn good look—I rolled up the hem of my pants to reveal my right ankle. Then I shoved my foot straight through the dog door and rang the bell.

“Delivery─.”

After a moment, snickering laughter echoed from behind the door, followed by the words, “Pull your foot out, you bastard.” As soon as I pulled my foot out of the dog door, the door swung wide open, and the gatekeeper bastard I had been so desperate to see revealed himself.

Dressed in a black suit, he was about my height when I took my shoes off, but he was three times my size, and above all, his face was extremely menacing. Even without a single knife scar, his very appearance was that of a complete mobster. Facing a mug like that made me think I had done exceptionally well not to talk back. Gimun was definitely different starting from its henchmen. Facing an overwhelming pressure that couldn’t even be compared to someone like Gang Mansik, I unintentionally chickened out.

The guy holding the door looked me up and down, then let out a dry laugh.

“Are you out of your mind? Why the hell did you actually do it just because you were told to?”

“…Pardon? Ah…, haha.”

“Wow. While you were at it, you should’ve just worn a skirt, too.”

Tsking while looking down at my heel-clad ankle, the guy grabbed my forearm and began pulling me inside.

I thought that once I stepped inside the house, linoleum flooring typical of an ordinary home would appear. However, it was a rough wooden floor that made me afraid to take off my shoes. It felt as though stepping on it barefoot would shred the soles of my feet with splinters. The gatekeeper bastard was also wearing suit shoes, and the same went for the other guys I caught out of the corner of my eye as I passed by. Which meant that I would have to go in front of Boss Chu and pour coffee in this exact state. Praying that the Gimun Boss was only about as perverted as this guy dragging me, I entered what appeared to be the living room. In an instant, my steps faltered. For some reason, a dozen or so hulking men were gathered in a dark, menacing crowd today.

Madness…. No wonder Kim Jeongsuk packed two extra thermos bottles today compared to other days. He must have sent me knowing it would be like this.

“Who is it, Jongsik?”

“He says he’s here with the delivery.”

When someone asked, the guy holding my arm replied. It seemed Jongsik was his name.

“Delivery?”

Hardly had the words left his mouth when the hulking men, who had been doing their own things, turned toward me all at once. Their gazes instantly dropped from my face down to my feet. Then, their eyes shifted as if looking at a total lunatic. After a heavy silence swept over us for dozens of seconds, the largest guy, who appeared to be the leader among them, asked Jongsik:

“What’s this, is he a guy?”

“Yes.”

“Then why is he wearing heels?”

“That is… I messed with him a bit, but he actually wore them and came over. I thought he was a lunatic, too.”

The leader stood up and walked toward me. After staring closely at me for a few seconds, he nudged my front toes with his shoe.

“Is that so?”

“…Pardon?”

In a flash, the man’s hand reached out and crudely grabbed my crotch. It happened so suddenly that I couldn’t even react in shock until he squeezed a few times and let go. Only afterward did I realize what had been done to me, and I stumbled backward.

“Wh-what…?”

“What do you mean, what. I was just checking if it’s a dick. It’s hanging there nice and solid.”

Holding me up as I nearly fell, the man gestured with his chin toward a room in the back and spoke. Forget it, then. Go on in. Along with that, he threw out a chilling warning.

“Don’t go looking anywhere else—just pour the coffee.”

∞ ∞ ∞

“Mister, the coffee is here!”

A hulking man shouted loudly behind me as I turned the chipped doorknob and walked in. However, I couldn’t even take a proper step before hesitating, because a man and a woman were getting it on right in full view as soon as the door opened.

“Ugh, fuck!”

A huge man, roughly dressed in just a shirt, had a woman bent over a large desk that was as big as his own body, thrusting his hips into her from behind. Every time the man moved, the desk creaked loudly and heaved up and down. He was undoubtedly Boss Chu, whom I had only heard about through rumors.

“Ahk! Uggh!”

The woman, still fully clothed, was being taken by Boss Chu while crushed under a palm larger than her own face. Painful groans poured continuously from her mouth. Just from the crushed way she looked, it wasn’t hard to tell that she wasn’t enjoying it.

However, what was even more shocking was that Boss Chu, who was plowing into her, was dripping bright red all over as if he had just committed murder. I wondered if he had ended up like that from handling the woman roughly, but fortunately, except for the pain from his hip thrusts, the woman seemed unharmed. That meant….

Suddenly, Boss Chu, who had been thrusting down at the woman, snapped his head up. Bloodshot eyes, as red as the blood drenching his face and burning with lust, shot right toward me as I stood frozen. The moment I met those ferocious eyes, my senses snapped back to reality.

“I-I’m sorry! I’ll come back in a little while!”

“No, no. It’s fine, come on in.”

Having said that, Boss Chu suddenly stopped his movements, grabbed the woman’s head, and shivered all over. His face twisted heavily, and his protruding pectoral muscles twitched on both sides.

“Fuuuck.”

Anyone who had ever fucked before couldn’t fail to realize he was doing that because he was ejaculating. I immediately lowered my head. Not stopping at that, I bent my waist so low that my forehead almost touched my knees. Then, I murmured softly.

“…Then, excuse me.”

Fearing that making clicking sounds with the high heels would ruin the mood of the scene, I raised my heels and tiptoed forward on just the front soles. Going over to the sofa on the right side, I was about to set the coffee bundle down on the table when I flinched in shock once more. It wasn’t just a flinch—this time, I let out a sharp gasp and almost dropped the bundle to the floor. Two men, completely covered in blood and stripped stark naked, were tangled together like corpses in the corner next to the sofa. This was why Boss Chu looked like that….

It was right at the moment I was about to check whether they were dead or alive. Boss Chu, who had come over unnoticed, flopped down onto the head seat of the sofa and let out a huge exhale—Phew—. Next, the table was roughly pushed away by his kick.

“Pour it with heaps of ice. So cold it splits my head open.”

“Pardon? Ah, yes.”