一层一层剥掉你的衣服

Chapter 115: Chapter 115. The Sushi Terrorist– Tokyo Version (Part 2)

“Koreans are very strange. They say that wasabi is too spicy, so we don’t put any wasabi in and they complain. So, we put in chili sauce and they still complain. Then, they put photos up online and put up more complaints. They might as well just not come at this point.”

By this time, the employee was ranting.

“Oh, so then is the sushi you just served us brand new ones?”

“Yes. We just released them today. We especially made them for you, but if you’re just going to complain again…I mean, no offense but…Korean people are really rude and disrespectful. It would’ve been better if you guys had just stayed as one of our colonies. Don’t you think so?”

Well, now he was just spouting bullshit.

“Hmm, I see,” I replied with a nod. And that’s when I realized that there’s no way I’ll be able to talk to this guy.

“Oh, by the way, the toilet in the girl’s bathroom is blocked.”

“I guess Koreans poop a lot as well.”

Muttering under his breath, the employee headed over to the women’s bathroom. I followed him, grabbing a bottle of chili sauce that happened to be standing on a shelf nearby. I made note of the security camera pointing towards bathroom entrances, and with a quick toss of chopstick, it broke. I stepped into the bathroom.

***

“Is it here?” the employee asked, pinching his nose as he gestured towards the toilet bowl.

“Yes…”

And wouldn’t you know it? The toilet bowl really was blocked. I had only said that to get the guy in here, but the toilet really did need fixing…it was rather spectacular actually.

“Ugh. Bakayaro…” the employee cursed as he lifted the seat. He took a plunger and stuck it into the bowl, moving it up and down furiously.

Pwat! Pwat! Pwat!

He was really going at it, cursing the whole time.

“Bakayaro! Bakayaro! Fuck all Koreans!”

After a while, he took the plunger out and flushed the water down. As soon as the water cleared, I tipped him on the shoulder. He turned around and began shouting.

“Doke! Kiero!”

So, I grabbed him by the hair and quickly pushed his face into the toilet bowl.

Splash!

Glub glub…

“Eeeek! Aaah! Mffff!!”

The asshole struggled to breathe, and I pulled his face out of the bowl. Some of the water splashed out.

“Ugh! You’re disgusting,” I spat out.

I grabbed his mouth and proceeded to pour some chili sauce into it…but then changed my mind. It was already so full of toilet water, there was no room for the sauce.

“Gross.”

I flushed the toilet.

Whoosh-

But I guess it was still blocked because the water wouldn’t go down. It started to come up, filling the bowl to the brim.

“Uh-oh!”

With no choice, I let go of the employee and proceeded to run out of the bathroom. But just then, the guy came to and tried to throw a punch at me.

Swipe!

Of course, I managed to dodge it and give him a good jab in the throat, making him fall back again. I yanked out his tongue.

“...!..!!....!!!”

He struggled, trying to ask me what I was doing, while also trying to kick me at the same time.

“Disgusting pig.”

I took the bottle of chili sauce and tried to spray the sauce in, but I couldn’t do it properly. His face was covered in shit and it was rather disgusting to look at. So, I stomped him in the balls.

Stomp!

“!”

He opened his mouth to scream. I quickly aimed the bottle and squeezed. The sauce came out in long spurts.

Spurt~ spurt spurt spurt~ spurt~

In addition, my murderous rage began to come out of me, and he immediately felt the effects. His entire body began to tremble, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and urine began to seep through his pants. As I watched him, I gave him the final nail in the coffin.

“Next time, you’re dead.”

After that, I sneaked out of the bathroom. From now on, I’m pretty sure he’d shit his pants every time he saw a Korean. I really did a number on him.

“Hainan, let’s go.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“It’s dirty right now.” I grabbed Hainan by the hand and dragged her out of the restaurant.

***

On our way to the filming location of ‘Sugoi Sushi.’

“Sian, what happened to that guy?”

“What guy?”

“The chili sauce guy.”

“Oh. He kept saying that chili sauce is actually delicious, so I squirted some into his mouth.”

“Really? In the bathroom?”

“Yep.”

“Whoa…” Hainan gasped. Then, she asked.

“Did you hit him again?”

“Why would I?” I said with a smirk. “All I did was give him a taste of the chili sauce. He really enjoyed it.”

Hainan only looked more confused.

“That’s it. The important thing is that he won’t do anything like that ever again.”

“Okay,” Hainan replied. She really is so innocent.

After a while, we arrived at the filming location.

***

“First, we’re going to a famous pork cutlet restaurant here in Tokyo. It’s been open for 30 years. You’re going to judge the taste and visuals of the dish. Like how good it is and how nice it looks,” Hak-gyu said, diligently translating the producer’s every word.

“Okay.”

“Okay, Manager Lee.”

Hainan and I responded. We all climbed into the SUV to go to the restaurant.

Sakaraba tried to sit next to Hainan, but I quickly pulled him into the spot next to me. Unfortunately, that seemed to give him the wrong idea, because he gave me a creepy smile.

“I guess you like me too, huh, Sian?”

“....”

I didn’t answer.

“I mean, we’re all from different countries, but everyone generally has the same standards.”

“Right.”

That’s literally all I said, because I truly didn’t know how else to reply. But as usual, he got the wrong idea.

“Do you have some time tonight? After we finish filming, we can go grab some food.”

“No,” I rejected firmly.

“Haha. I guess you don’t like it when people buy food for you. Then you can just buy for me when I go to Korea. I go there often, remember?”

“No.”

Again, rejection with a smile. Sakaraba returned it.

“The more you play hard to get, the cuter you look.”

“....”

My left fist began to tense up and my right hand began to flex its fingers.

“But is it okay if I ask you something?”

“Nope.”

“Kawaii! How can anyone be this cute?” the man asked.

Hak-gyu furrowed his brows, but I shook my head at him, silently telling him to relax. Hainan stared at me, her own eyes full of concern. From his seat, Kazeo began to snicker. For a driver, he seemed to be very interested in what was going on in the backseat. Anyways, Sakaraba continued.

“Just one question. I’m just really curious.”

“Fine,” I said.

With lewd eyes, Sakaraba looked down at my chest.

“Was your chest always that big?” he asked.

Just then, Hak-gyu spoke up.

“Oy, Sakaraba! You call that appropriate?”

“What?” Sakaraba replied, and the tension built up again. Sakaraba was twice the size of Hak-gyu, but Hak-gyu refused to bring his gaze down. Being my manager and as someone who is (technically) older than me, Hak-gyu must have been feeling very protective because he looked like he was ready to fight with Sakaraba. For the first time, I found myself appreciating Hak-gyu.

“We’re here to film a show. We didn’t come here to put up with rude comments and antics from you,” Hak-gyu said firmly.

Sakaraba snorted.

“Rude? All I did was ask about her chest size. I actually made it really tame because you guys are Korean. You’re in Japan now. Stuff like this is standard here. Get over yourself,” he said.

Hak-gyu looked about ready to jump out of his seat, but I spoke up.

“Hak-gyu, stop.”

I immediately gestured to Hainan, who had tears rolling down her face. Upon seeing that, Hak-gyu backed down. I took Hainan’s hand and gave her a comforting smile. She immediately stopped crying.

I turned back to Sakaraba.

“They’ve always been this big.”

Sakaraba grinned at me.

“Oh, I see. Why didn’t you just say so in the first place? No need to get so riled up,” he said, looking pointedly at Hak-gyu. Somehow, Hak-gyu managed to remain in his seat.

“But how is that possible? Perhaps your boyfriend helped you out? Did he massage them perhaps?” Sakaraba added. Judging by the way he was staring at my chest, he clearly wanted to touch them himself. I was sorely tempted to gauge his eyes out, but I refrained. This is Japan, after all. Stuff like this is common. I know Jinwoo asked the producers to be considerate of us coming from Korea, but that’s really up to the producers. Sakaraba is a pervert through and through, and he clearly had no intention of lowering the rating for anyone.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“Really? Never?”

“Nope,” I said.

“Wow…so you’ve never had sex, either?”

“Exactly,” I said. Hak-gyu looked ready to kill, but I held him down.

“Wow, really? I’d imagine boys would be beating down your door,” Sakaraba said. He openly eyed me up and down, looking sincerely confused. So, I decided to tell him the truth.

“I was actually really fat.”

“Really?” Sakaraba said, looking skeptical.

“You mean, like, you were a few pounds heavier?”

“No.”

I picked up my phone and scrolled through my photos, finally finding an old photo of myself. I held it out to Sakaraba, whose jaw dropped.

“Whoa!”

“Now do you get it?”

“Wow…unbelievable.” Sakaraba gasped. He looked up again and gave me a thumbs up.

“You really lost a lot of weight. Sugoi.”

“Yep.”

“Hmm…single for life…there must be a lot you don’t know about men, then? Have you even kissed anyone before?”

Was he offering a kiss?

“Not interested.”

“Really? At all? What about sex?”

“Not interested.”

“Wow. This is the first. It’s kind of hot.”

“Yep,” I said.

Sakaraba’s gaze stayed on my chest.

“I bet you’re just like that because you’ve never been with a guy before. After filming, let’s go out for a drink.”

Now, he was going for it.

“Hmm…I have time, but I don’t know if you will,” I said with a smile.

Sakaraba snorted, as if he couldn’t believe that I’d doubt him.

“Excuse me? Of course I have time. Even if I have to make the time. So it’s set then? We’re going out after we finish filming, yes?”

“Sure. If you’re free,” I said, shooting a smile.

At those words, Hainan and Hak-gyu both shot me looks of grave concern but I silently told them to calm down.