Chapter 77
Chapter 77
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Did Na-young Give Permission? (3)
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Joo Na-young set down her lipstick and continued her reminiscing.
What he had said wasn't a lie.
In fact, right now, she couldn't think of anything but that man.
"It felt so good."
It had been amazing even in her dreams, but reality was beyond compare.
So this was what sex was like?
And that enormous size stretching her wide as it pushed inside. She'd heard about it during arguments with Yeon Du-na, but she never imagined it would really be that big.
She'd tried it several times in her dreams, but if she'd been fully sober, she might have gotten scared and refused.
Even drunk as she was, it had hurt at first. But that pain only lasted a moment—strangely, it vanished quickly, leaving only a scorching wave of pleasure rising from her core.
It wasn't intentional, but her ex-boyfriend from years ago naturally came to mind, and she found herself comparing him to Choi Jun-young.
That had been his first time too. They'd come together with pounding hearts, but afterward, their expressions couldn't have been more different.
He'd been ecstatic, saying how amazing it was, while Joo Na-young... honestly, it was just okay. It felt a little good, but that was it.
She couldn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with sex. She hadn't let on, not wanting to disappoint him.
She'd read that women might not feel much the first time, but even after a few more rounds with him, it still wasn't anything special.
Up until the dirty dreams about Choi Jun-young started—and yesterday—she'd lived her whole life without knowing the pleasure of sex.
And then yesterday.
Her worry that it only felt so good in dreams because she liked Choi Jun-young? Total nonsense.
She'd had no idea her own moans could be that loud. Even knowing her mom was sleeping in the master bedroom, she couldn't stifle the sharp cries clawing their way out of her throat.
"Oppa." "What am I gonna do?" "I love you, Choi Jun-young."
Thinking back now, she wanted to die of embarrassment from the things that had spilled out of her mouth. And down below, just like in her dreams, transparent fluid had gushed out endlessly.
In the end, she'd clung to his body like she wanted to crush it and even gave permission for him to meet Yeon Du-na. No, it wasn't permission—it must have looked like she was the one begging, sobbing from how overwhelming it felt.
It was so ecstatic that when she woke up that morning, her first thought was the lame suspicion: "What if Choi Jun-young slipped something weird into my drink?"
"Haa."
A hot sigh escaped her lips as she recalled last night. If only today were Tuesday or Wednesday—instead, after showing him that side of her yesterday, she had to face him again just hours later.
"What am I gonna do? Seriously. Ugh."
She picked up the lipstick she'd set down earlier, applied it, and pursed her lips with a smack, smack.
Today's makeup was taking longer than usual, and it wasn't just because she couldn't focus.
"Is this better? Or not?"
She brushed her side-swept bangs down, then tucked them behind her ear with a tilt of her head. Back to position.
Nod, nod.
"Yeah. This looks prettier."
She dressed even more beautifully than usual before heading out.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Jun-young."
A clear, refreshing voice that put me in a good mood just from hearing it called out to me as I chopped ingredients.
"Oh, Sis. You're here."
"Yeah. Long time no see. So? Did you find an academy?"
Chae-yeon Sis, now in kitchen uniform, sidled up beside me and whispered. It was about the esthetician exam we'd discussed on the phone a few days ago. Since it might mean quitting her current job, she was being considerate by keeping it from Myeong-sook Auntie's ears.
"Yeah. There's one in Jongno."
"Jongno? Oh, you mean KMC?"
KMC Academy teaches students aiming for national certifications in skin care, nails, hair, and makeup. It was the closest one to home.
"Oh, you know it too, Sis? It's like 15 or 20 minutes away, so it seems doable."
"I took classes there back in the day. Ah, brings back memories."
"No way, for real? Wow, that place has been around a while. Guess you are getting up there in age, Sis."
"Watch it, or you'll get scolded. Say stuff like that now that I'm older, and I'll get offended."
"Aw, just kidding. With your face, no one would doubt you're in your twenties."
"Flattery gets you nowhere."
Even as she said it, Chae-yeon Sis smiled brightly, clearly pleased. She glanced toward Myeong-sook Auntie, then leaned back toward me.
Sniff, sniff.
Sis smells so nice.
"So? Did you check weekend classes? If you enroll, I can swap my Friday shift with your Sunday one."
"You sure that's okay? You'd be working all weekend then, Sis."
"If you're sorry, pass the exam quick and swap back. But seriously, what'll you do if you pass? Working here plus classes sounds tough. You really planning to quit?"
"Yeah. I'll figure it out after I pass."
"That'd be such a shame."
"Guess no more massages from Sis then? Your face gets so cute when I rub your shoulders."
"Hey!"
Smack! She lightly slapped my arm.
"Don't get cheeky."
Lately, whenever I had time or someone requested it, I'd use my Masseur skill on them to rack up points. But unlike before, I limited Essence Absorption to a moderate level.
With Essence Absorption, even cases like level 41 Min Hyo-min—who could hold back past climax at 50—happened. But Chae-yeon Sis would bolt from her seat at just over 30.
Plus, her expression straining to hold back pleasure, with those charming tear ducts, stirred a man's sadistic side. I'd lose control sometimes and push too far—like last time when I forced it to 50, and she started avoiding me whenever she saw me for a while.
But give up? No way. I'd gained experience, gradually raising her limit by 1 each day—30, 31, 32—oscillating back and forth.
Stopping Essence Absorption right at her limit let the climax gauge drop slowly. Then I'd turn it back on to hold steady, repeating the process.
Even from behind, with her ears bright red, she'd turn to me with a pleading look. Oh man.
Timing it perfectly as she looked back, I'd lightly squeeze her sensitive neck, and her mouth would gape with a leaking "Hah," her thighs—clenched together—spreading slightly and trembling like crazy. Nothing hotter than that sight.
Living with Pomi and Yu-ra, I'd never once felt frustrated, but days I saw Sis like that? Had to sneak off to the bathroom for some relief.
"Should I just go for Sis?" crossed my mind a dozen times a day, but I'd vowed not to touch women with boyfriends or married ones, so I held back.
"Ugh, shouldn't have seen that post."
A few weeks ago, an incident made me swear off women with commitments...
"Jun-young, snap out of it. Time to work."
Chae-yeon Sis pulled me from my thoughts.
"Oh, right."
I nodded hurriedly and got back to prepping ingredients.
Huh? Na-young hasn't come by today? Didn't see her greet me.
Or did I miss her while lost in thought?
To check if Na-young was there, I leaned over from the back of the kitchen to peer into the dining area.
"..!"
Na-young was looking this way.
What's with the ponytail? She looks stunning.
One of my favorite styles.
I like girls with those baby hairs near the forehead. Or fine fuzz along the jawline, under the ears, or nape. So adorable.
Excited and happy, I gave a little wave—then she whipped around and scurried off.
Maybe checking if anyone was watching? But then she locked eyes with Min Hyo-min and Shin Ji-ah.
"Ah, haha."
I awkwardly lowered my raised hand and grinned. Lez-girl Shin Ji-ah smirked back.
Meanwhile, level 41 Hyo-min—with her broad-mindedness matching her high level—turned her head away in "consideration," pretending not to see, which only hurt me more.
All three, including Na-young, had humiliated me. What's up with her? Did I force myself on her yesterday when she didn't want it?
Tilting my head, I opened Na-young's stat window.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ ❤️ Favorability: 85 Hmm, doesn't seem like it.
"What the heck."
I started to chase after her, but the shop door opened with a welcoming "Welcome!"—stopping my foot mid-step.
Scratching my head at the spot she'd fled, I began prepping the first customer's dish.
After that, even when taking orders, she'd just shout the menu from afar, never coming close. Finally, on break, I went looking for her.
"Na-young."
"Ah."
Tat-tat-tat-tat.
The moment she saw me, she fled at emergency speed.
I caught up with quick steps and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Na-young, why are you..."
"Kyaa."
Kyaa? She doesn't scream like that usually. Hope I didn't just catch the tail end of an "assh—kyaa."
"Na-young, talk to me a sec. Why are you avoiding me like this?"
"Ah, Choi Jun-young... Oppa."
"Whoa."
Oppa?
I couldn't believe my ears.
Joo Na-young calling me "Oppa." And with such a shy, embarrassed face!
When was the last time she called me that?
From first meeting to early conquest: "Excuse me." Then "Hey, Choi Jun-young," "Choi Jun-young," "Hey." That was her repertoire.
In the transition phase, when she reluctantly used casual speech in front of others to avoid awkwardness—that was her charitable "Oppa."
I glanced around—no one nearby to overhear.
"Hey, Na-young. What's wrong? You sick or something?"
"H-Haha. N-No... Not really."
Whoa. Even formal speech.
And look at those gestures. Like a shy college freshman, coyly tucking her bangs behind her ear.
"Why the sudden change? It's weird."
Smooth, smooth.
Even to my question, she couldn't meet my eyes, just fiddling with innocent strands of hair.
No matter how dense I am, I could read what this series of actions meant.
She was embarrassed.
"What the hell happened yesterday?!"
Watching Na-young's tsundere-shy display only made yesterday more intriguing. Damn, such a waste. Why can't I remember?
I'm not having sex just for points. Sex is the main event, points secondary. Hell, I only contracted with Pomi because she said it'd let me do it.
"Hey, Na-young. How was yesterday? Was it okay?"
I tested the waters. She clenched a fist and weakly pushed my chest.
"Ugh, I dunnooo."