Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: At That Time, She (1)
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“Ugh... huh?”
Yu-ra lowered the hand she'd clamped over her mouth, revealing her tightly pursed lips.
Her eyes, which had been furrowed as if on the verge of tears, had already returned to their usual icy chill.
“You crazy bastard. Bringing another woman into the house and pulling this crap? Follow me.”
“Hey, what do you mean 'crap' to your oppa—ow! Ears, ears! You always grab oppa's ears—ah, it hurts! Fine, I'll go. I'll walk, so let go.”
“Serves you right, you idiot!”
“Pomi, hurry up too.”
“G-goin', goin' now.”
“Se-ri, Byeol-ah. Hey, behave—. We'll talk later..”
“Hurry up.”
“Aaaah! I'm going, going!”
Bam!
Leaving behind the dazed one person and one dog staring blankly, the door to the master bedroom shut.
Pomi and I entered the room and, without anyone telling us to, knelt habitually before Yu-ra like it was routine. Déjà vu...
Meanwhile, Yu-ra sat cross-legged on the bed, examining the ring she'd snatched from me moments ago. She wasn't even noticing us kneeling here.
With Yu-ra absorbed in the ring right now, I needed to get our stories straight with Pomi.
-Pomi, let's sync up with oppa.
-What? Can't hear you~?
She was pouting her lips, probably still mad about me trying to slip away alone with the ring earlier.
-Hey, think about it. If you try to get revenge on me now, we're both dead.
-Hmph!
-If Yu-ra asks, whatever you do, don't tell her that guy's the killer in that murder case. She'd faint.
-1ck.
-1ck? What's that?
-Ck is the unit for counting chicken! 1ck. I don't take less than that~!
Ugh. This little punk. Proposing a deal? Hanging around Yu-ra and auditing solidarity classes turned her into a business major PhD?!
-...Deal. And we gotta play up Yu-ra's sympathy as much as possible. It's true that if Se-ri doesn't get points from me, she'll die, so emphasize that...
“Whispering to each other?”
“Eek!”
“Eek!”
Yu-ra, still perched on the bed, let out a sigh and turned her gaze toward me. She fiddled with slipping the ring on and off her finger, occasionally glancing my way.
“Haa... Oppa. You know. Lately. I've been. Going easy on you. A lot. You know that, right? Or not?”
I nodded frantically.
“Y-yeah, I know. I know you've been going easy on me.”
“You really know? Say it once. What have I been letting slide?”
“Uh...”
Too many things to feel guilty about?
“So guilty you can't even answer, huh?”
“Eek. N-no, that's not it. Not at all.”
She's not reading my mind, is she?
“Heh.”
Yu-ra bared her white teeth in a grin.
“Oppa, last time in front of the house, when I caught you with that Yeon Du-na or whatever, that cow-like middle schooler, what did you say?”
Oh, what did I say...? Ah, right.
“I-I said I'd never bring another woman home...”
“Good memory, huh? So why'd our sharp-remembering oppa do it again?”
“Yu-ra, this time there's really a good reason.”
“Reason? What reason? The kind that comes out of oppa's dick?”
Yu-ra stood up, strode over with heavy steps, and rubbed her foot over my crotch while I knelt.
“Hah... Yu-ra.”
“Try getting hard.”
Without lifting her foot, Yu-ra turned to Pomi.
“Pomi.”
“Y-yeah. Unni.”
“What did unni say? If oppa brings another woman home?”
“Y-you said to call right away.”
“So why didn't you? Our good-girl Pomi always listens to unni?”
“I-I'm sorry...”
“Why'd you do something wrong in the first place?”
“Yu-ra, did you get early parole or something? How are you grilling us so well...”
“Oppa? Joking around with that mouth?”
She squeezed my balls hard.
“Ah! I-I'll be quiet.”
But listening to this, Pomi, you little...
-Hey. You made a deal like that with Yu-ra? You traitor?
-Life is a solo game, handsome.
-Holy shit. Hey. Wow. They say you can't tame a black-haired beast. Hey! How many bowls of rice have I fed you, and you...
“Unni. Jun-young's whispering, calling me a traitor and stuff.”
“Oppa? Did you?”
“N-no, I didn't.”
This is so sneaky.
I'm glaring at her hard, scared she'll tattle if I say more.
“Oppa, open those pretty eyes nicely.”
She pressed on my dick.
“...I'll open them pretty. Hngh.”
And after that, she grilled us for a good while longer.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Oppa, you can go now.”
“R-really? B-but... what about Pomi?”
“I'll send her later. Why? Want oppa to stay longer?”
“N-no, I'll go. I'm leaving? For real?”
At the last moment stepping out of the room, Choi Jun-young finally stuck his tongue out at Pomi.
It was such a childish gesture toward a girl who barely reached his navel that Kim Yu-ra nearly burst out laughing but managed to keep a straight face.
Slam!
Shhh, click.
Even in his own house, he closed the door softly like he was scared. It was both pitiful and cute.
One, two, three.
Counting to three in her head, she whispered to Pomi, who was still wearing a sulky expression.
“He's gone?”
“Yeah!”
Pomi nodded.
“Haa...”
Feeling the tension drain away, Kim Yu-ra let out a soft sigh.
At the same time, Pomi, who'd been kneeling, hopped up with an “up you go” and climbed onto the bed. She poked Kim Yu-ra's arm with her tiny fist.
“Wow. Unni Yu-ra, your acting is killer.”
“What're you saying? Your spiritualization hide was way more detailed.”
“Unni's angry parts were no joke! I was really scared, thinking you were mad for real.”
“...”
“R-right? It was acting?”
“Who knows~.”
“Ehehe.”
When Kim Yu-ra deliberately twitched one corner of her mouth up, the demon girl sitting beside her jumped in surprise and scooted away.
“Just kidding. Come here.”
“Y-yeah.”
Seating Pomi between her legs, Kim Yu-ra began poking the girl's soft cheeks.
She's so cute, I can't help teasing her.
Pomi was actually older than her, but since Yu-ra had never seen her adult form, it didn't feel real at all.
It had been three months living together, and now the two were as close as blood sisters. Of course, they even shared the outrageous habit of sharing a man in bed, something real sisters wouldn't do.
Yu-ra was fiercely jealous of the other women Choi Jun-young met, but with this little succubus girl, that jealousy never arose.
Kim Yu-ra sometimes wondered if she'd fallen under this adorable demon's charm.
Poke. Poke.
“That tickles~.”
“So cute.”
By the way.
“This should hold off any suspicions for a while, right?”
“One hundred percent!”
Yes. Though Han Se-ri's appearance was pure coincidence, the two had been planning something like this.
Lately, Choi Jun-young had started getting suspicious about how leniently Kim Yu-ra let his affairs slide.
Unable to let her secret hobby be discovered, Kim Yu-ra had teamed up with Pomi—who took 1ck each time as payment for helping with her hobby—to stage this little play.
But thanks to the warning from the Yeon Du-na incident before, Choi Jun-young actually listened and hadn't brought a woman home... until Han Se-ri walked right into the trap today.
Around lunchtime, she'd gotten a call from Pomi and rushed home a day early by rearranging her schedule.
As she acted, Kim Yu-ra momentarily forgot about her hobby but now thought of it again. That secret hobby was...
“Oh, right. Did you get the video?”
“Yeah. I filmed from the air pretending to shower earlier.”
“Order a chicken anytime.”
“Thank you for your business~! But I filmed it, haven't sent it yet. Jun-young kept holding the phone.”
She glanced slyly at Yu-ra.
“Ahh. If I had my own phone, I could help unni even more!”
“...”
“Ahh! Such a shame! I wanna help our beloved unni so bad! Let me help~!”
Another glance.
“Pfft.”
Amused by her antics, Yu-ra finally said what the girl wanted to hear.
“Wanna go buy a phone with unni tomorrow?”
“O! Ooo! F-for real?”
Not expecting her to actually buy one, Pomi's eyes sparkled as she hugged her. Kim Yu-ra spoke in a meaningful tone.
“But... you know, right?”
“Yeah! I'll film it good and send it. Hehe. Ooh, my phone! Ehehe.”
“That happy?”
“Yeah! Love you, unni! Mwah!”
“Love you too. Mwah.”
“Ehehe. Can we get an expensive one?”
“Yeah. The best one.”
The one with the highest quality video.
Swallowing those last words, she began reminiscing about a few months ago, when she'd first discovered this bizarre, lewd hobby.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The story goes back about two months.
The day Choi Jun-young said he'd have just one beer at a friend's house and come home.
Kim Yu-ra got a text saying he might be late, so go to sleep first, but she couldn't.
Every night, they had sex until exhausted, and falling asleep in his arms had become habit.
📱 Text Messages [12:05 AM] Oppa, when are you coming? [12:06 AM] Gonna be super late? [12:06 AM] Don't drink too much. [12:30 AM] Can't sleep without oppa. “Haa. If I send this much, can't he just come home early?”
Her quiet grumble turned to worry as it passed 1 AM with over ten missed calls.
Trrr... The person you have dialed is unavailable... beep... please leave a message after the tone...
Beep.
“Ugh, why isn't he picking up?”
Did he get in an accident on the way home drunk...?
Her thoughts reached that point, and she urgently shook awake the girl snoring beside her.
“Pomi, Pomi?”
“Hng? Hngg? ... Snooore.”
“Pomi! Wake up a bit!”
Shake, shake.
“Hng? Wha, hng? No? I didn't eat it... weird?”
The little girl started sleep-talking nonsense.
“Snap out of it, Pomi. Come on, wake up.”
Slap, slap.
“Huh? Unni?”
Looking at the girl rubbing her sleepy eyes, Kim Yu-ra said urgently.
“Oppa's not replying to texts, calls aren't going through. What if he got in an accident?”
“Hng? Jun-young? Wait a sec~?”
The girl blinked, stared into empty space for a moment, then giggled.
“Jun-young's not dead~? He's alive~?”
“Hic.”
The sudden scary words gave her chills.
“D-don't say stuff like that. I'm really worried. Just check once quick, Pomi. Please?”
“Ugh... sleepy. Wait a sec. Lemme rest. A bit.”
“O-okay, okay. Rest and go. Unni'll buy you something yummy tomorrow. Chicken?”
“For real? Hehe. Wait a sec. Rest then go.”
She wanted her to check fast, but at least he was alive.
As she fidgeted anxiously, a trickle of urine pattered from the bathroom.
Shhh...
“All rested.”
“Wait. Put this on.”
“Yeah.”
She warmly dressed the still-sleepy girl and sent her off. Moments later, a call came from his number.