The Neighbor’s Morbid Sex Appeal

He wanted to punch the face of that bastard next door who made love every damn day. In the end, he couldn’t take it anymore and rang the doorbell, but... —Ah, this is strange, so strange. Hng... the metal keeps... ah, hng. —Ah, the tongue. So this is what you like, Yeoul. ...Because of the damn deadline for the sexual column she had to write, she ended up getting herself into real trouble. So the right thing would be to leave it as a one-night affair. —Now this really is... the last time. Just one more time, okay? The more she tried to push him away, the more stubbornly this lovestruck pervert clung to her, and she had no idea what to do with him. —Ungyeol. Something bad has attached itself to you. Along with those words, as shocking as a bolt from the blue, some strange thing latched onto him. One day, while he was living a life worse than death because of chronic sleep deprivation, [ It’s hard for me to fall asleep because of the noise at night. ] together with a yellow Post-it note, a talisman to ward off bad luck came rolling in. The deep sleep he enjoyed for the first time in five years was so sweet it felt like it could melt his tongue. —I’ll treat you well, Yeoul. You’re my talisman.... The look in his eyes as he held Yeoul’s ankle, his breathing quiet and restrained, was dark and chilling. —So please, like me a little.... Only like me. Dote on me, okay? By the time she realized she had gotten involved with the wrong person, it was already too late.