When He Becomes My Massage Gun의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 9

Callum was the brand ambassador for this massage gun, so it wouldn't exactly be wrong to say I had bought it because of him. So I steeled myself and nodded.Uncle Theo's breathing grew heavier as he crumpled the paper note and tossed it to the ground. I could see his hands shaking."Do you think of him when you use it?"In a way, yes. As expected of something Callum had vouched for, the massage gun was genuinely useful, so I nodded once more."You'd better distance yourself from him!" Uncle Theo forced the words out through gritted teeth. "And I never want to see such a thing in my house ever again!"Why was he banning me from using a massage gun? I almost burst into tears at the thought."But… I'm really suffering a lot! It's so unbearable!"Taking a deep breath, Uncle Theo asked in an exasperated tone, "Do you love the feeling that much?"Bobbing my head in a "yes", I bit my lower lip and pleaded with puppy-dog eyes. "Or… maybe you could help me?"If Uncle Theo grew tired

The next second, it was as though a thought had struck Uncle Theo. He suddenly pulled his hand out from under my shirt and gripped it tightly.He looked like he was struggling to hold himself back as he said hoarsely, "I haven't asked you yet, but can I?"A loud gunshot rang through the air. It came from the TV, which was playing what looked like a spy movie in which both leads were hiding their real identities.One of them asked, "Who are you?"I was so shocked that I leaped out of Uncle Theo's lap. "F-Forget about the massage."Still a little out of it, I rushed back to my room and sat down on my bed. I clutched the hem of my shirt. I could still feel the lingering warmth of his palm on it. This was where his hand had slipped in earlier…My heart skipped a beat as waves of embarrassment and frustration crashed through me. Even so, I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing about his display of strength just now.Why had I become like this?At that moment, my screen lit up with

After taking me in, Uncle Theo had to go around the village begging for oatmeal so he could feed me.Even when he burned his hands and soot stained them, he was still grinning. He even went as far as risking a cow's wrath to steal me some milk.I had only been three years old. When I recovered enough, the first word out of my mouth was "Uncle".Interesting, wasn't it? Instead of "Mom" or "Dad", I called a 13-year-old "Uncle".The boy, not even as tall as the logs he was burning, froze in surprise. Then he began laughing so hard that tears sprang to his eyes.It had been 15 years since then, and I had never once stopped addressing him as "Uncle Theo".Back then, he was so poor that he resorted to stealing a loaf of bread and being chased across the entire village. Yet he hadn't abandoned me.But now, he didn't want me anymore.…Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out.Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you l

After 15 years, I had long since learned everything there was to know about Uncle Theo and our home.As I climbed the stairs, I allowed my mind to wander. I figured the thought of having him all to myself had first taken root when I was still quite young.Back then, many women had wanted to become my "aunt" and would try to bribe me with candy. As I accepted their treats, I would purposely act as though I were divulging a secret, murmuring into their ears, "But I saw a man entering Uncle Theo's room last night!"Then, I would take great pleasure in watching the mix of emotions flickering across their faces. I used to tell myself I did it because I wanted Uncle Theo to suffer for being so strict with me.In hindsight, I realized the sheer level of joy and smugness I felt then was nothing like the sort of feelings one should have toward their family. It was a sense of possessiveness instead. I simply didn't know better at the time.Now, however, I understood that I just didn't wan