Honey! I'm Sorry Again

A boy with slightly long hair ran breathlessly. His bangs clung to his damp forehead, sweat trailing down the bridge of his nose.

His uniform was wrinkled, one shoe untied, a perfect picture of a loser trying to outrun the inevitable.

Jisoo's legs burned as he sprinted down the cracked alley pavement. His long hair stuck to his forehead, soaked in sweat.

If Sae-Joon were here, he would have recognized him at a glance — the NTR protagonist of this world.

A boy destined to lose everything.

Mother.

Lover.

Future.

And be graced with nothing but insurmountable pain and suffering.

He was Jisoo Hwan.

But none of that had happened yet.

This was the beginning, when he still believed in things like justice.

All he wanted was to record the scene of bullying and report it to the teachers.

Jisoo was a new student at Samwha Private Academy.

He remembered his father's voice. His mind drifted back to a rainy day, years ago...

A gravestone stood beneath the heavy downpour, the marble surface streaked with dirt and rain.

A middle-aged man stood motionless, cigarette long extinguished between his fingers.

Beside him, a boy — barely six — clutched his small fists to his chest.

His bruised knees were caked with dried blood, purple welts marking his cheeks.

"I'm sorry... Daddy... It's my fault..."

The man crouched down, brushing a calloused hand through his son's tangled hair.

"Jisoo... if everyone in the world became selfish... there would be no kindness left."

The boy's lips trembled.

"But what if... nobody helps me?"

The man paused, rain tapping against his shoulders.

"...Then you help them anyway."

The boy's voice wavered.

"What if I can't help them... What if I'm not strong enough?"

The man smiled faintly, his tired eyes softening.

"Then find a way to help them, Jisoo. Be a kind man... Your uncle would have been proud of you."

He stroked the boy's head.

"You didn't kill him... So don't feel sad."

The boy whimpered, his small hands clutching the man's coat.

"Thank you... Father."

"You little fuck! Get your ass here!"

The shout snapped Jisoo back to the present.

The boy who once knew kindness now felt panic gnaw at his chest.

Minsook's voice echoed behind him.

Minsook had no reason to chase him.

Not really.

His father was an influential figure, the director of the academy. Even if Jisoo had recorded his crimes, it wouldn't make a difference.

At Samwha Private Academy, Minsook was the real king.

But what made him angry wasn't the recording — it was the fact that Jisoo ran.

The bastard dared to defy him.

After Sae-Joon, this was the second time his ego had been bruised.

"Dowu! Sowu! Why are you bastards running so slow? Catch him!"

Jisoo's lungs screamed for air.

He could hear the jeers behind him — Doosik's wheezing laughter, Namsu's heavy footsteps closing in.

They were already at the front gate — outside the influence of the teachers.

"You think you're a hero, brat?"

Jisoo didn't stop.

If he turned around now... he'd piss himself.

Nobody would help him.

He learned that the moment he bolted through the school gate.

The older boys smoking by the wall.

The girls whispering behind their hands.

The teachers pretending not to see...

They all watched.

But nobody moved.

Soon, more students — those under Minsook's thumb — gathered outside the gate.

A dead end.

Namsu's meaty hand grabbed him by the collar, yanking him back.

His phone slipped from his pocket, clattering onto the wet ground.

It was a birthday gift from his mother.

The red light was still blinking.

Recording.

Doosik picked it up, grinning.

"Trying to play reporter, huh?"

Jisoo's mouth opened — some half-baked line about right and wrong—

Minsook's fist crashed into his stomach.

His body folded.

"Boss, look what I found."

Doosik held up the phone, showing a photo of a woman.

Jisoo's breath caught in his throat.

His mother.

"Haah! Who is she? Looks like this brat's mommy."

Doosik licked his lips.

"I bet he's got a good time sucking on those tits when he was a kid."

"Damn, let's blackmail that bitch into spreading her legs. We can kidnap this bastard."

"She does look like a sex-starved bitch."

Minsook spoke coldly.

Thud!

A kick to the ribs.

Thud! Thud!

Another punch. Another kick.

Jisoo crumpled to the ground.

"What's wrong, hero?"

Blood dripped from his split lip, pooling drop by drop on the pavement.

"I... I just... It was wrong..."

His voice cracked.

Even he hated how weak it sounded.

"You hear that?"

Minsook grinned.

"Our little dog thinks he's got principles."

The next punch smashed into his face.

Fists. Feet. Knees.

By the time they were done, his whole body felt like broken glass wrapped in wet clothes.

Doosik flicked the phone onto his chest.

Still recording.

Minsook crouched down, grabbing a handful of Jisoo's hair.

"You really thought the world gives a shit about rats like you?"

Jisoo's swollen eyes flickered.

"It's... not right... sir... Hurting others... is not good..."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

Minsook laughed.

"Since you like recording so much... how about six grown men break into your house... strip your mother naked... and squeeze those juicy tits for the internet?"

Jisoo's blood froze.

"No... No, you bastard... Keep my mother's name out of your mouth, you son of a bitch!"

It was the first time he'd ever cursed.

Minsook's grin widened.

"Does it hurt when someone talks bad about your mother?"

Jisoo's fists clenched weakly.

"...Yes."

"Then if you just sit there and listen — you're not a worthy son."

Even though Minsook was speaking to the boy, his eyes were playing the image of Sae-Joon.

Didn't he just become unworthy today too?

Didn't he let that bastard Sae-Joon insult his mother?

For this, his anger rampaged.

The beating started again.

All the while, Jisoo looked at the teachers walking past the gate, pretending not to see.

On their way home.

If everyone in the world became selfish...

There would be no kindness left.

But kindness was worthless in this world.

That's what he thought.

Lying in the dirt.

Blood pooling beneath him.

With Minsook's laughter echoing in his ears

And his mother's face flickering behind swollen eyelids.

---

Then—

"Hey."

A lazy voice cut through the humid air.

Heads turned toward the school gate — the suffocating crowd parting just enough to reveal the source.

A tall figure stood at the entrance.

Sae-Joon.

He clutched his school bag loosely in one hand, like he'd just woken up from a nap and accidentally stumbled into this whole mess.

"Can you give me a way?"

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

Like the entire situation wasn't even worth his attention.

And actually—

It didn't.

He recognized the boy getting beaten.

A soft-looking kid sprawled on the ground, curly hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, giving him a faintly feminine vibe.

The protagonist of the original pornwha.

Jisoo Hwan.

A guy who got cucked not because of his looks... but because his brain was fucking rotten.

In the original plot, Jisoo had a childhood trauma — his uncle died because of him — also, he was hit with a lead pipe during a fight.

His IQ dropped by 60% after that.

If not for that accident...

A handsome bastard like him wasn't someone easy to cuck.

Even if Jisoo Hwan had a disease that made him see kindness in everything...

Sae-Joon wasn't like him.

He wasn't some hero coming to save the day.

He was the devil incarnate in a school uniform — just trying to get to the gym.

At this moment—

Nobody moved.

Minsook's zipper hung half-down.

His pig-like eyes were still glued to the photo of Jisoo's mother.

That fox-eyed milf smiling in a family portrait.

Right now, the only thing on his mind was teaching this brat a lesson.

"...Sure."

A few second-years shuffled aside automatically, like dogs stepping back from a stronger beast.

Then—

"...Boss, wait."

Gowu Deol — the dumb mutt — whispered under his breath.

"That's... Sae-Joon."

Minsook's face snapped up.

His yellow bangs, the poster sign of degenerate fucks, stuck to his sweaty forehead.

Blond hair fluttered as he turned.

Bloodshot eyes narrowed.

His brain finally caught up.

A red haze flickered behind them — the same cheap rage that had made him king of the schoolyard.

"You motherfuckers—"

He spat through clenched teeth.

"What are you standing around for? Fuck him up—"

Spit flew from his lips.

As if the mere sight of Sae-Joon had short-circuited whatever rotting neurons he had left.

"Haha! I was just thinking about how to ambush you... and here you are, walking right into my hands."

He licked his cracked lips.

"Today's the day you learn your fucking place, Sae-Joon—"

"Wait."

Sae-Joon cut him off.

"I'm getting late."

He adjusted the strap of his bag higher on his shoulder.

Honestly—

He couldn't give a single fuck about this clown.

His mind was already halfway at the gym...

Yuri Nam.

His milf trainer.

That tight sports bra... sweat trickling down her armpits...

Breasts so heavy that her nipples poked through the fabric...

Juicy thighs wrapped in black leggings...

Slutty gaze.

Flirty words whispered during stretching sessions.

Who the hell wanted to deal with this punk when there was a woman like that waiting?

His cock twitched in his pants, anticipation pooling low in his stomach.

"So keep it short."

His gaze flicked to the crowd — at the raised phones, the girls whispering behind their hands.

But this time...

Their eyes weren't hoping for him to get beaten up.

They were worried.

After all—

The new transfer student was hot...

Tall...

Single...

And didn't give a fuck about anyone.

"Do you wanna fight...?"

He cocked his head lazily.

"Or do you wanna give me a way?"

"..."

Minsook's thick neck twitched.

This little fucker...

He dared to—

"You... still acting cocky after what you said about my mother?"

Sae-Joon blinked once.

"...Okay, I'm sorry."

His voice was flat.

"I shouldn't have said that I want to stretch your mother's cunt."

"..."

"Bastard!"

A sound of teeth gritting....

"Now that I apologized—"

Sae-Joon's voice was like silk.

"Move."

Minsook's whole body shook.

The humiliation must've been gnawing at him for hours...

"Hahaha!"

"You think you can still live in one piece after insulting my mother—"

Sae-Joon's shoulders slumped.

It was really getting boring.

He didn't want to entertain them anymore.

"I wasn't insulting her."

His voice was smooth.

"After all..."

He let the silence stretch — long enough for every camera to catch it.

"...she'll be my future wife."

---

Boom.

The crowd exploded.

Boys howled.

Girls gasped.

Half the phones wobbled — struggling to catch every angle.

---

[Ding!]

[Host's dignity has been challenged by inferior hooligans.]

[Task of Dominance Issued.]

[Objective: Establish Absolute Superiority.]

[Bonus Condition: Public Humiliation.]

[Reward: Basic Healing Pills x10, Desert Eagle (Gold — Unlimited Bullets).]

"A worthy reward indeed."

Sae-Joon's hands were itching anyway. Now that there was also a prize for beating these punks down, he was really happy.

---

Meanwhile.

Minsook's face twisted — veins bulging down his thick neck.

"You... fucking bastard—!"

He pointed a shaking finger straight at Sae-Joon.

"I'll break your fucking legs!"

Sae-Joon's eyelid twitched.

Noisy dog.

"If you're gonna bark..."

He took one slow step forward.

"...then bite."

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( End Of This Chapter)

[ A|N -- I was really frustrated with this chapter; writing it was annoying. ]