The Sinister Pervert Next Door

Every single day, I wanted to punch the lights out of the bastard next door who was constantly having sex. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and rang his doorbell, but— “Ahh, your tongue… so this is what Yeo-Eul likes.” …Because of the deadline for the damn sexual column she had to write, she ended up making a huge mistake. So, it’s only right to end it as a one-night stand but— “Now really…just one last time. Please?” I don’t know what to do with this “devoted man-whore” who clings to me more persistently the more I try to shake him off. “Un-gyeol. Something dangerous has attached itself to you.” With those thunderbolt-like words, something sinister latched onto him. On a day when his life—already worse than death from chronic sleep deprivation—felt unbearable, [It was hard to fall asleep because of the noise coming from your place last night.] An exorcism talisman rolled in along with a yellow post-it note. The deep sleep he had for the first time in five years was so sweet it f