I'm the one selling videos of that perverted old man. I was already walking a dangerous line, and now another guy has asked me to sell his videos. He calls himself Suneo, an imitator of the old man. It's a nightmare to see this creepy guy mimicking a crazy person. A completely negative chain. We need to cut it off somewhere. We must not pass on this nightmare baton to the next generation. My sense of justice says so, but I can't ignore reality. Even these shitty videos will sell in this insane country. My life has always been ruled by the reality called money. Reality over ideals. Money over pride. What's wrong with that? Without shame or regard for appearances, I'll sell these creepy Suneo videos and make money. The more he does bad things, the better they sell—what a cruel joke. I really want to do good things and make money. I don't want money; I want to see people smile, I'd like to say that. But that's just talk when you have the luxury. Thanks to Suneo, I can pay this month's rent, which makes me want to die. He's creepy and his camera work is terrible. But his taste in women matches the old man's. Where does he find these amazing women? The ability to recognize faces even with masks on. The power to imagine nakedness from clothing alone. None of these women are someone you'd meet in real life, or if you did, they wouldn't seem like they'd be into it. I wish I could try just once. Suneo is a creepy guy. But he's taking risks and doing XXX with women this way. I'm just an outsider talking from the sidelines. People should be judged by their actions, not words, my old homeroom teacher used to say. It seemed right at the time, but it's hard in practice. Failure is okay, easy to say, but I don't have that kind of thick skin. I don't want to fail or get hurt. You too, right? Let the crazy old man and Suneo handle these dangerous things; we'll just watch from a safe place. Damn, no matter how many times I come, my erection won't go down.
