The Sinister Pervert Next Door

Every single day I wanted to march next door and punch the lights out of the bastard who wouldn’t stop fucking all night long.I finally couldn’t take it anymore and rang his doorbell.The second he opened the door I heard a woman’s voice moan from inside the room:“Ahh… your tongue… so this is what Yeo-Eul likes.”Because of a stupid deadline for the sex column I was writing, I ended up making the biggest mistake of my life that night.I told myself it would just be a one-night stand.But the next morning he looked at me with those hungry eyes and whispered,“Just one last time… please?”I don’t know what to do with this devoted man-whore who clings to me harder the more I try to push him away.Then one day he heard the words that changed everything:“Un-gyeol. Something dangerous has attached itself to you.”Along with those words came a yellow post-it note and an exorcism talisman slipped under his door:“It was hard to fall asleep because of the noise coming from your place last night.”For the first time in five years, he slept like a baby — deep, sweet sleep that felt like heaven.He woke up, looked at me, and smiled with those chilling eyes while gripping my ankle tight.“I’ll treat you so well, Yeo-Eul… You’re my talisman now.”“So please… like me a little. Only me. Spoil me, okay?”By the time I realized I’d gotten tangled up with the wrong person…It was already way too late.