DFY Ch 28

Mrs. Yang took her youngest son’s side, but Chairman Yoon scolded his daughter-in-law.

“Juntaek and Jungyeom got married early, didn’t they? A man matures when he becomes a breadwinner, even at twenty. But if a man doesn’t marry by forty, he never grows up.”

Chairman Yoon’s conviction was firm.

It meant Junwoo couldn’t become a “real adult” until he started a family.

“Your father’s right. Junwoo, if you get married and show me a grandchild, this old man’s heart would finally be at ease, wouldn’t it?”

Taepyung chimed in, supporting Chairman Yoon.

As expected, avoiding Sodam for the time being seemed impossible.

“Speaking of which, young master, my friend is the eldest daughter of Chairman Jung of Youngsan Group. Would you like to meet her?” said Juntaek’s wife, Junwoo’s eldest sister-in-law. Taepyung waved his hand dismissively.

“Match our PK with Youngsan Group? That won’t do.”

Even Youngsan Group, a major conglomerate, didn’t satisfy Taepyung as a marriage prospect for his youngest son.

Then Chairman Yoon stepped in.

“Youngsan’s not bad. Their market cap doesn’t compare, but their family has strong ties to political circles, which could help expand our automotive business.”

While the adults drank kimchi soup over a potential arranged marriage, Junwoo himself had zero interest in it.

“I’m not thinking about marriage yet,” Junwoo said firmly, eating quietly as he listened to the conversation.

Just days ago, Sodam had hurt him—there was no way he’d want to go on a blind date now.

“How dare you interrupt your father!” Taepyung raised his voice, but Mrs. Yang shook her head.

“That’s how he is. When has he ever agreed to a single blind date? I’ve never seen him say yes.”

“Then you’ll rot in the planning office until you marry. Forget about management training,” Chairman Yoon snapped.

Junwoo inwardly scoffed.

The only reason he wanted to leave the HR team was to distance himself from Sodam, not because he craved management lessons.

“By the way, why did you call me here?” Junwoo asked.

Mrs. Yang shot him a look. “Do we need a reason to eat together? I just wanted to see my youngest son’s face.”

“Yes, Mother. Feast your eyes,” Junwoo replied with a forced smile, swallowing his food.

The table was laden with a lavish spread, but he couldn’t taste a thing.

Even amid the family’s cheerful chatter, Sodam’s face filled Junwoo’s mind.

On Friday, Junwoo took a day off.

Sodam spent the day glancing at the empty team leader’s office.

He’d seemed focused on work lately, but as expected, old habits died hard.

Yoon Junwoo, the slacker, working hard? The sky would have to fall first.

They say old habits die in three days.

Sure enough, Junwoo reverted to his true self before the third day was up.

After a busy Friday, Sodam felt the weight of the approaching weekend.

During the week, she’d squeezed in time to cancel the newlywed home contract and handle various legal issues.

Fortunately, once it came out that her ex had cheated, Kim Junghyuk took full responsibility for the breakup costs, which Sodam had initially shouldered alone.

The evidence was so clear that even a lawsuit would’ve favored Sodam, so Junghyuk complied without a fight.

Avoiding wasted money was entirely thanks to Junwoo.

It was a bit creepy, but if Junwoo hadn’t dug up Junghyuk’s SNS, Sodam might’ve been stuck paying for the breakup, oblivious to his infidelity.

Once her mother learned of Junghyuk’s cheating, she stopped nagging Sodam too.

Anyway, it finally sank in that marriage was over for good.

But then the honeymoon plane tickets on her desk caught her eye.

Sodam had resolved to splurge her savings and go to Hawaii, even if it meant financial ruin.

She’d figured that after marriage and kids, she’d never set foot there, so she insisted on Hawaii for the honeymoon.

Junghyuk had suggested a 3-night, 4-day trip to Cebu, but Sodam offered to cover the costs if they went to Hawaii instead, ultimately taking ten days of leave.

But booking the cheapest flights and lodging backfired.

Both were non-refundable, and she’d blown ten million won into thin air.

Since Sodam had pushed for Hawaii over Cebu, they’d argued over who’d foot the bill.

Not wanting to deal with Junghyuk for months, even through a lawsuit, Sodam impulsively agreed to cover the honeymoon costs herself in a fit of anger.

“Phew…”

Maybe she should’ve taken the leave and gone alone.

No, wait.

Traveling solo to a place meant for her honeymoon after a breakup? People at work would think she’d lost it.

Especially Ji Miyeon—she’d gleefully spread all sorts of gossip.

“Still, saving the rest of the money’s something.”

Her dad had taken out loans to prepare her marital home and dowry, bending over backward, and Sodam had dipped into overdraft too—suddenly having extra cash felt like a windfall.

“Should I at least say thanks…?”

Sodam’s thoughts drifted to Junwoo.

“Why’d he take a day off yesterday…?”

As her mind wandered, it filled with nothing but Junwoo.

“Nah, let’s bury the dark past.”

Sitting still, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Sodam cleaned her room to distract herself from the intrusive thoughts.

The room sparkled.

She was genuinely shocked her space could get this clean.

His damn dick started getting damn hard again.

“Fuck, I’m losing it.”

Junwoo muttered curses. After proper penetrative sex with Sodam, he’d thought his dick was fixed, but within three days, the damn thing was back to its damn state.

Since it wouldn’t calm down, he had no choice but to take Friday off.

With Sodam, he could’ve gone ten rounds without tiring, but jerking off a dry pole alone was torture.

He’d finally resolved to take work seriously, but his dick wouldn’t cooperate.

After ten rounds of masturbation, it settled, but by Saturday, it was back to its damn state like clockwork.

“What the hell am I supposed to do!”

Leaning against the bed’s headboard, Junwoo shouted.

He was annoyed.

He was angry.

Thinking of Sodam, who’d left his dick in this damn state and ignored him, made him feel hurt too.

Yet he missed her.

Her bright eyes, petite nose, cute lips. Her antics were endlessly adorable, and their physical chemistry was beyond words.

He wanted to know more.

All Junwoo knew about Sodam was her body, and that gnawed at him.

Now, post-nut clarity hit, and he couldn’t even masturbate anymore.

The emptiness men feel after jerking off—the sage time—was something women couldn’t imagine.

Especially after fantasizing about Sodam, his long-time crush, the clarity that followed was unbearable.

Lusting after a woman who didn’t want him.

After finishing, the return to reality left him writhing in misery.

“If you messed it up like this, shouldn’t you take responsibility?”

Muttering to himself, Junwoo picked up his phone. He considered calling Sodam but hesitated—another rejection might make him want to die.

But he couldn’t live like this.

Jerking off ten times a day to subdue it was fine for a day or two.

At this rate, he’d waste away with a constant hard-on, maybe die of dick rot in bed.

His corpse might stay erect in the coffin, preventing the lid from closing.

His parents would weep seeing their youngest son buried with a boner.

They’d be devastated discovering it.

His body would return to dust, starting with his dick.

So much for his cushy life.

No one has it all, huh.

All flesh returns to earth, but he never imagined his dick would go first.

Staring at his dark-reddened penis, Junwoo lamented, imagining an extreme future.

He’d once felt insecure about his overly pretty pink penis, but seeing it stay hard for so long, turning menacingly dark red, filled him with dread.

After staring at his phone for a while, he couldn’t bring himself to call Sodam.

The pre-cum beading at the tip trickled down like sad tears.