Chapter 41
"Hey, Hongju. What were you doing yesterday?"
The house had become loud and chaotic again as customers came and went. Now and then, when they crossed paths in the hallway, the gangster would ask about what happened at dawn.
"What would I be doing."
Hongju answered curtly and kept walking, but the thug stuck to him like a shadow. Had he come to his place last night? Had he heard something by the window? He’d moaned so much during the act his throat had gone raw. If anyone in the building had been home at the time, they could’ve easily heard everything.
To avoid looking flustered, Hongju looked around for no reason.
"That so? Really?"
"Yeah."
He didn’t look convinced, but it was something Hongju could insist on. It wasn’t like he had to tell anyone he’d sold his body to pay back money.
Guppping passed by in front of the two of them with a customer. He was laughing, showing his teeth for once.
"Why’s Guppping so hyped today? Did he haul in some cash or what..."
Once again, Hongju shook his head like he didn’t know, but he did. He knew the interest he paid by selling his body had gone straight into Guppping’s pocket. The amount had been big enough to make it understandable why Guppping was grinning like that. If it hadn’t been debt but his own money—if he’d gotten that much in hand—would he have smiled like that too?
"......"