The Doctor's Unexpected Side #2
The Doctor was surprisingly well-behaved. No, not well-behaved... “Hey, you bastard! Can't you stand straight!? I'm gonna throw up from all the shaking!” She was slung over my back, slurring drunken nonsense.
She'd always preached moderation in everything, but after going so long without a drink, she seemed to be in high spirits and refused to stop until she was completely plastered. Even when I tried to cut her off, she just told me to shut up and kept knocking them back. This was the result.
I scolded her in an irritated voice. “Ah... seriously... stay still.”
“I am staying still... You're the one shaking me around! Why is the ride so rough? Haa... Ed...”
Ed... short for Edward. That was her late husband's name—Edward Parsons. The alcohol must have brought him to mind. Her mood kept swinging up and down; she was definitely hammered.
“Where's your house?”
Of course, I already knew where she lived thanks to the tracking monster. XA Residence in Susaek-dong, Eunpyeong-gu. A very quiet area. I couldn't just head straight there, though. The Doctor had never told me her address herself.
“House... my house...? The lab...”
“Not the lab. Your actual house, Doctor. If you keep messing with weird stuff while drunk, something bad could happen.”
“What!? Are you saying you don't trust me?”
“If a woman pushing forty acts like this, people will call her shameless. Just give me the address already.”
I bounced her slipping body back up once, and she hiccuped. “Hic! Shameless... I'm not shameless... Hey! I told you not to touch my thighs!”
“When did you ever say that? Then at least hold on to my neck properly. Before I just dump you here, give me the address.”
Her scent, mixed with the smell of alcohol, was surprisingly fresh. Like grapefruit-flavored soju? The characteristic tart aroma tickled my nose. Did she use grapefruit body wash? Or perfume? Either way, it smelled good.
“Eunpyeong-guu... Susaek-dongg...”
I perked up my ears and caught her slurred address, confirming it matched the location the tracking monster had reported.
“XA Residence in Susaek-dong, right? Got it.”
Gripping her firm thighs—still wrapped in stockings—I headed for the flying taxi stand. Luckily, one arrived quickly. The moment we got in, the Doctor passed out cold.
She said she'd slept in the afternoon, yet she knocked out this fast. Alcohol really was the culprit.
We reached her place in no time. I carried her out of the taxi on my back. “Mmm...”
She stirred, half-awake. I could feel the heavy weight of her breasts pressing against my back. Hold it... hold it in. There would be plenty of time later to suck on those breasts and slide between them.
“Where are we...?”
“Your house, Doctor. If you have your keys, hand them over.”
“Keys... in my handbag... just a sec...”
She waved her hand around in the empty space in front of my chest, then muttered, “They're not there...?”
“What do you mean they're not there... what isn't?”
“My handbag's gone...”
“Haa...”
Letting out a long sigh, I turned back toward the flying taxi stand.
“The lab... let's go there...”
“I already told you. You might touch something dangerous.”
“Then what do we do...?”
“Just go to sleep for now.”
“Okay... I'll sleep?”
“Yes.”
The Doctor obediently buried her face against my shoulder. Maybe I should just keep getting her drunk when I try to win her over? She was much more agreeable this way.
**
The next day.
I woke up at the crack of dawn and made hangover soup. I even left the bedroom door slightly ajar so the gentle aroma would drift inside.
Before long, I heard rustling from the bedroom, followed by the Doctor's self-reproaching voice. “Ah... I'm going crazy...”
She must have remembered how she'd acted like a drunken mess last night.
A little later, she came out to the living room and gave me an awkward smile. “Song...”
Her messy blonde hair was roughly pushed back as her gaze landed on my shoulder. She was recalling how she'd drunkenly nibbled on it right after we got home. Fortunately, my T-shirt covered my collarbone, so she couldn't see the tooth marks.
“You're up? I made some bean sprout soup. Give it a try—it should help with the hangover. Oh, and I found your handbag while you were sleeping and put it on the nightstand. You saw it, right?”
“Yeah... sorry...”
“You said moderation in everything, remember?”
“I have no excuse...”
“Sit down first.”
With another heavy sigh, the Doctor trudged over and sat at the table. I set out warm rice, soup, and a few simple side dishes, then placed a spoon and chopsticks in front of her.
She lifted the spoon, brought some soup to her mouth, and asked, “Thanks for the meal. But... I didn't do anything weird last night, did I?”
She was fishing to see if I remembered her biting my shoulder. It had hurt. I'd almost snapped and taken her right then and there.
I answered, “Nothing except kicking the blanket off three times and sleeping with your belly button exposed.”
“Pfft!”
The Doctor spat the soup right back out. Yellow broth splattered across the table and my white T-shirt. She panicked and apologized. “S-sorry... I'm really sorry...”
I looked at her with a hollow expression and shrugged. Truthfully, I'd seen more than just her belly button. When her skirt had ridden up, I'd gotten a good look at her toned ass too. It was S-class—firm enough that I'd been tempted to whip it and spread it wide to ram myself in.
“It's fine. Just eat. I'm not sure if it'll suit your taste, though.”
The Doctor nodded silently and brought another spoonful of soup to her mouth. After quietly chewing the spoon and swallowing, her blue eyes widened. “I-it's good?”
“I was worried it might not suit your palate. Glad it does.”
I stood up, went into the bedroom, quickly changed into a suit, and came back out. The Doctor, who had been eating quietly, instinctively touched her neck when she saw me. She feels something, huh?
“Surprisingly... it suits you.”
“Really? I have to head out for business... Once you're done eating, just put the bowls in the sink.”
“Got it... What about Sehwa?”
“She went out to meet a friend. Her training clothes are in the far-left closet in the bedroom, so wear those when you leave. And also...”
I strode over, leaned under the table, and looked at the Doctor's feet. She quickly pressed her legs together, probably worried I'd see her panties. Stockings with some blanket fluff stuck to them. I want to peel them off.
“Hey! What are you doing right now...”
Her flustered voice reached me. I lifted my head and gave her a gentle smile. “Just checking your shoe size. You and Sehwa look about the same, so... just wear whatever fits.”
“Ah, okay... You could've just said something first... And you could've just asked.”
“Sorry. Anyway, I'm heading out.”
“Yeah... take care... No, wait—see you at the lab.”
The Doctor hurriedly corrected herself. Watching her act like she was seeing her husband off, it seemed the favorability grind was working well.
“Yes.”
I put on my dress shoes and glanced back at her. She kept sneaking glances at me while eating, but it was clearly more guilt than interest. The awkward smile she shot my way confirmed it.
Take it slow. I still knew nothing about her body... so I'd keep stacking favorability for now.
I smiled back at her, then checked my tie in the hallway mirror one last time before opening the door.
**
Near Uijeongbu.
I called Yuria using Kim Taegon's phone. After a few rings, her voice came through.
-What is it?
No “hello” or polite greeting—just straight to the point. She needed to be taught a lesson. Her tone was a little cold. After the rough bath sex last time, the crest on her lower abdomen had darkened slightly, and she'd internalized that Kim Taegon was a pathetic leader, so she dismissed him quite a bit now.
“Yuria, why aren't you coming home? Are you trying to make things difficult for me?”
-No. I'm living with Jihyeok. I'll drop by once every few days.
“Do you really think it's right that I have to hear about my own daughter from a third party? Is that how an father should learn about his child?”
-Don't say “third party” like that... You didn't pressure Jihyeok or anything, did you? Don't make things hard for him.
“Hah... What the hell...”
-I already told you. I'll visit soon, so I'm hanging up now.
“Wait... Yuria...”
Click.
After she hung up, I grinned to myself on the way home. The more I thought about how Yuria was changing exactly as I'd planned, the more a thrilling sense of conquest washed over me. At this rate, I might actually die from my brain overheating with excitement once she fully fell.
When I arrived home and opened the door with the card key, Yuria came running out to greet me. “Jihyeok, you're home? Do you want to eat?”
Her temperature was completely different from when she spoke to Kim Taegon.
“I already ate.”
“Ah... okay...”
“You made something?”
“I saw it online and tried following the recipe...”
“Let's have it for lunch then.”
“Okay. Ah, um... my dad didn't bother you or anything, right?”
Yuria lowered her eyelashes anxiously. I gave her a silent, bitter smile, as if Kim Taegon had said something shitty.
“D-don't tell me... did Dad do something wrong?”
“It's fine. He's your father.”
Yuria mulled over my words, then looked moved. Kim Taegon was someone I could crush anytime, but the implication that I was only tolerating him for her sake seemed to have landed perfectly.
“Jihyeok... I'll scold him properly. What did he say?”
“I don't think you need to draw your sword over it. He's just lonely. Everyone around him, including his wife, is dead, and the only one left is you...”
“Ah...”
Her dazed expression told me she was touched by my mercy.
“You told Kim Taegon you wanted to live together, right? That's why he came up to Seoul and got a place.”
“That's right...”
“Your father's working alone in loneliness, yet his only daughter won't even come home. Don't you think that's too much?”
“B-but...”
When I suddenly scolded her, Yuria's face fell. Whoa, let me finish first.
“I'm saying you did well.”
“I... did well?”
“Yeah. Thanks for getting revenge in my place.”
“R-revenge...? I never once thought about getting revenge on Dad...”
Yuria's crest was currently darkened. Relying on its power, I decided to try breaking down her morality while she was still somewhat clear-headed. It felt doable.
“Do you really think that? He's the one who got the entire kingdom killed.”
“The one who killed them was Tyrat...”
“They died because of Kim Taegon's greed.”
“.....”
Yuria's body froze. That's right. The people died because of their foolish leader. If Kim Taegon had just bowed his head, Tyrat would've spared the kingdom, wouldn't he?
“Ah... ngh...!”
Her body trembled intermittently while she stood rigidly at attention. Her values were clearly in turmoil. She still wasn't ready to break while sober. She needed a reward.
I approached Yuria and licked her lips. “Huaa...♡”
Her legs immediately gave out, and she leaned her body against mine. I helped her up, then dropped my pants to reveal my fully erect cock. Yuria's eyes glazed over, and she let out a rough breath. She's completely addicted to dick at this point.
“Did you think about it?”
“Huu... huu...”
She frowned deeply, clenching her fists. Still too hard for her, huh? But that was fine. Once I pumped plenty of Malice into her today, things would change.
I slowly walked over to Yuria and pressed down on her shoulders. Understanding my intent, she dropped to her knees and brought her face to my cock.
“Start.”
The moment permission was given, she took it into her mouth. She must've wanted to escape her inner conflict. For now, I'd let her have her way. Once enough Malice was injected, the next time she'd face even greater turmoil. I'd make her fight Kim Taegon head-on.