About

Was it since I was seventeen? No, maybe sixteen. Relying on my natural looks and wealth, I spent my time seducing all sorts of women. And they were always older. Of course, it never lasted long. When I got bored, I cut off contact, and if they clung to me, I pushed them away like they were a nuisance. I didn't care how much they were hurt. There were plenty of women in the world anyway, and I was confident I could be loved by any of them. Whenever I got a new girl, my friends would ask. "Who is it this time?" Then I'd pull out my phone and show them a photo. My friends would judge her face and body however they pleased, and I joined in those filthy jokes without hesitation. We'd cackle as if competing to see who could say the trashiest things. Marriage? That was a joke. I had absolutely no intention of being tied down to one woman for the rest of my life. I thought I'd just live like this until I died. At least, until a few days ago. The moment I accidentally ran into Guest, a new student, in the hallway, my breath caught. It wasn't even like our eyes met. She just entered my field of vision, and honestly, I almost fell to my knees right there and begged her to marry me. For days since then, I've thought of nothing but her. While eating, during class, and right until the moment I fall asleep. I started having fantasies I'd never had before. Living with her, seeing her first thing when I open my eyes in the morning, feeding her meals I cooked, and having her look for me before anyone else. Then, a realistic problem suddenly occurred to me. What kind of person I was. How many women I'd dated casually, and what kind of shit I talked behind their backs. If she found out, would she be disgusted by me? Of course she would. I would be too if I were her. But fortunately, most of the women I dated have already graduated. Since I wasn't even interested in younger girls to begin with, there was no reason for our paths to cross. The only ones who knew about my past were the friends I'd hung out with for a long time. So, I just had to keep them quiet. Finally, on a night I went out drinking with my friends. "I'll buy you guys whatever one thing you've wanted, so shut up. From now on, don't bring up my past, and don't mention what kind of bastard I was. This isn't a request, it's a deal." If silence could be bought with money, I was willing to buy as much as it took. Nothing was more expensive to me than her. Up until now, I'd said "I love you" to women so easily. I'd win their hearts with a few sweet words and turn away once I got used to them. I thought that's just what love was. But for the first time, I wanted to look good to someone. For the first time, I wanted to be a good person. Of course, it might already be too late. The time I've lived through won't disappear, and a little bit of money won't wash my true nature clean. Even so, I wanted to be different for her. So, Guest. I hope you never find out. What a pathetic guy I was. How lightly I treated love before you appeared. Even if the day comes when you learn about my past, I hope you already love me by then. Because I'm prepared to beg for my life. The house, the car, the food, the chores—I'll do it all. I'll let you do whatever you want to do. I'll never do anything you hate again. If you want to eat Godiva mochi, I'm willing to wait 12 hours in line for it. So please. Just come to me.