Thank You For Being Trash

Distria —Kang Hyukjun

Lepis —Lee Sehyun

Female lead —Lee Dayoon

Kang Hyukjun's fame reached far and wide, making him one of the most influential people globally.

With his handsome looks, well-built physique, and vast wealth, he easily topped the list as a role model in surveys among teenagers, if there was one. He was admired and respected by everyone who knew him.

While reading an interview article about him, Dayoon slowly closed her eye.

Why was this person obsessed with her? Glancing at her phone, she could see fifteen missed calls from him. Even if she blocked his number, he would just find a new one to call her again.

She couldn't figure out why he was obsessed with her.

After all, they belonged to completely different social spheres, and he probably had no idea she even existed.

This godd*mn weird relationship started a week ago when she attended the usual executives’ party.

Her family had been running their business for generations, and though it wasn't as massive as Hyukjun's company, they still managed several successful ventures. Despite her company's stature, she had to attend official events like executives' parties as a matter of obligation, but these gatherings weren’t exactly something she liked.

Loft, frustrating, boring.

It was a gathering of such people, so needless to say, it was rather uninteresting.

Dayoon had no desire to expand her company any further since she simply wanted to enjoy life, appoint a suitable successor, and be done with it. Originally, she never planned to take over the company, yet an unfortunate accident led to her parents' passing, and she was forced to step into the role.

At the executives' party, Dayoon stayed in her own social circle and never even considered approaching Hyukjun. She only observed him from a distance while merely thinking, ‘He's handsome, but not to my taste.’

They never exchanged a word, and she had no desire to do so either.

Though unexpectedly, she found herself receiving an invitation from Hyukjun, something she had never anticipated. She assumed it must be related to business matters since, after all, he wanted to meet her personally at his office… with these intricate details like he liked her vision for the company and her employees.

At first, Dayoon brushed it off as a possible wrong address or a scam, but the enclosed contact information proved that it was indeed from Hyukjun.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to visit his company.

To her surprise, Hyukjun's behavior was quite different from what she had expected. His flushed cheeks and sweet, affectionate tone made it evident that he was expressing his feelings for her.

Dayoon initially dismissed the idea, thinking that she might be reading too much into it, as she tended to assume everyone liked her. She even questioned what was so special about herself. Yet, despite her doubts, he persisted and even offered her a date.

It was an unmistakable sign of his affection.

However, she had no interest in Hyukjun at all.

No matter how great his social position was, it did not give her any significant value. Besides, she had a fairly unique sexual orientation, so she thought of herself as someone who was unable to have a normal relationship.

Skillfully masking her indolent expression, she listened to Hyukjun, who was diligently explaining something. Despite his attractive looks, she had agreed to meet him a few times, yet he was still not to her taste.

First of all, although his appearance was indeed handsome… he wasn’t sexy?

It wasn't just about appearances.

Dayoon preferred men with a larger physique, like the bodyguard standing next to him, rather than his slender frame. Although the body was less flattering in terms of appearance than Hyukjun’s, there was more to a man than just his appearance.

Some more than that… There was something important hidden. Dayoon thought that the size hidden behind those pants was more important than the appearance.

The reason she liked a big man was for a very instinctive reason.

If he were big, their d*ck would be big, too… that was the reason.

Although she acknowledged it as her own prejudice, she couldn't help but associate a bigger physique with a more substantial physical attribute. It was merely an expectation based on her past experiences with partners who fulfilled that preference.

Her s*x partners, of course.

Besides, it wasn't her style as Hyukjun was acting like he was going to grab a star for her like he was now. She liked something rougher and more forceful. So, thinking that if he was that kind of person, it was very likely that Hyukjun’s s*x style would be different from what she wanted.

Well, this was also likely a prejudice.

For example, he might be putting that toothpick-sized d*ck in and say, ‘Does it hurt? Shall we take it easy?’ or something like that.

Hmm. That was such a stupid imagination.

As she giggled while thinking lewd thoughts in front of Hyukjun, he glanced at her with a curious expression though Dayoon quickly shifted her attention to a nearby paper, trying to hide her lewd imaginings.

He didn’t know her lewd inside.

Hyukjun looked at Dayoon with eyes shining like a pure man longing for love.

‘…Oh, this is really bad.’

As she tried to erase her lewd thoughts from a while ago and smiled at Hyukjun, the thought that she was going to have to deal with this relationship soon flashed in her mind. The thought lingered in her mind as she hoped that this boring time would end.

Her unique sexual orientation, which seemed to make a normal relationship impossible.

She was an M.

* * *

Hyukjun was taken aback when he received the sudden breakup message.

[ It was a good offer, but I will not accept that offer. Please refrain from contacting me privately from now on. ]

He thought their talks were going in a good direction, like the look on her face when she saw him and smiled brightly and the kind of gesture when she gently touched him.

Although it was Dayoon's habit when talking to others, Hyukjun misunderstood it as a sign of Dayoon liking her. In the first place, he had no idea that she would hate him, and he just had his own wild thoughts.

‘Oh, maybe she was just playing hard to get. Cute.’

Hyukjun smiled lightly and called Dayoon.

However, as usual… blocking his number and playing hard to get. He knew that it was impossible to know a woman’s heart. Certainly. Though she has already blocked more than fifteen numbers. He still thought that there was no way she would hate him.

Turning on his phone again, he then dialed Dayoon's number, which he had now memorized.

At the same time, Dayoon was eagerly sucking on a man's d*ck with her hands tied and her eyes covered. The man’s hand, which lightly gripped her hair, trembled slightly.

Looking at the excited expression on her face, Lee Jung smiled with satisfaction.

Grabbing Dayoon's hair and starting moving, he thrust himself sadistically deep into her throat. As his well-placed muscles and his pillar wriggled in her mouth, his pillar reached the end of her neck and the feeling of ecstasy washed over.

As expected, d*cks had to be big.

While she was having extremely obscene thoughts, the sound of his heavy breathing spread to her ears.

“You lewd b*tch, does c*ck taste that good?”

“Huht… uht…!”

Lee Jung's hand soon lightly grabbed her hip. Underneath the over-excited Dayoon, a thin love liquid flowed down her thighs. She could hear Lee Jung's sneer as his hand turned inside before squeezing the inside of her thigh and slowly opening the entrance.

“What should you say?”

Only teasing the entrance, he no longer moved his hand.

There was a breath of excitement scattered around Dayoon's mouth as she sucked the pillar. After pulling the flesh out of her mouth in regret, her red lips parted.

“Co…”

As the atmosphere gradually heated up, the ringtone rang.

“…What.”

“….?”

Dayoon was angry.

When the annoying ringing died down, she opened her lips again. She thought they would give up calling if she didn’t answer. Her excitement deflated a bit, but it was still good enough.

“C*ck…”

Again, the ringtone rang again.

She waited for the ringtone to die down again. This time, as soon as the ringtone stopped, it rang again right away.

Crazy. She was really going crazy.

It was obvious without looking at who was calling her right now, even though she had already blocked more than a dozen numbers. She thought he had stopped because it was quiet for a while… but again? As she thought that she shouldn’t have given her personal number, she regretted her past actions.

Dayoon, filled with anger rising to the top of her head, said her safe word.

Spitting out all sorts of curses out of her mouth, she approached her handbag. Behind her body, Lee Jung, whose excitement did not cool down, rubbed himself.

“I don’t feel good.”

With the abrupt end, Lee Jung, who had listened to her curses, lay down on the bed with a depressed look.

On the other hand, Dayoon grabbed her phone in anger.

She glanced down at her cell phone with her insides running wild and turned upside down. Apparently, the ringtone had stopped when she opened her cell phone though she pressed the answer button when the screen informed her that there was a call again.

[ Why haven't you answered the phone yet? I was worried. ]

“Why do you keep calling me? Isn't our business talk already over? I told you not to call me for personal reasons.”

Dayoon put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it. Damned b*stard. How could he interfere with her once-a-week hobby like this? The curse came out of Dayoon's throat, but she managed to get back in again.

Reason restrained her impulsive actions.

[ I'm worried because you didn't answer the phone. What were you doing? ]

What kind of nonsense was he talking about? This was not business related, was it…

Dayoon's rationality was cut off.

“I’m having s*x with my boyfriend right now, so knock it off, you b*stard. Don’t kill the vibe.”

She sighed and immediately turned off her cell phone. Crazy… he was really crazy and too obsessive. Usually, when people don't answer the phone, they should realize, ‘Oh, you're not interested in me.’ So what was with his persistence?

At the thought, Dayoon laughed as she looked down at her phone. Even if she blocked the number, he persistently called while changing the number, but he would probably stop after this.

She roughly extinguished the cigarette and entered the room.

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