Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Settlement, and Vacation
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After seeing the 1 billion won stamped on my phone screen, I switched it off with a satisfied smile and got dressed.
Then, I opened the front door to escape this godforsaken studio apartment and stepped outside.
As I descended the stairs, the distinctive stench of the slum neighborhood assaulted my nose.
The musty smell of cement mixed with the unidentified stew aroma wafting from next door, all blended with the muggy air of a summer morning—a nauseating yet familiar odor.
Worn-out villas lined the steep hillside, leaning against each other as if barely holding themselves up.
Laundry hung from every window, flapping like flags of poverty.
The moment I started down those familiar steps,
I ran smack into Han Yura, who was heading up toward my place.
Despite the sweltering heat, she wore a thin, long gray knit top and comfortable black wide-leg slacks.
Her bare face, without a trace of makeup, and her long straight hair tied back in a ponytail—it was that perfect "effortless" look.
Even climbing the steep concrete stairs,
her steps were light and unwavering.
She exuded her signature cool, refined aura that clashed completely with this rundown neighborhood.
She wiped the sweat beading on her neck and froze when she spotted me.
"Oh? Piggy."
Yura grinned mischievously at the sight of me.
"What's this? You actually stepping outside?"
"Hoo... fuck, you money demon bitch. Didn't I tell you I'm on vacation starting today?"
I let out an irritated sigh, assuming she was here for "business" again.
But Yura looked at me like I was pathetic.
"What the hell are you on about, you moron? That's not why I'm here."
"Then what?"
"Come with me somewhere."
Her sudden suggestion made the most horrifying scenario flash through my mind.
In a voice thick with dread, I asked her,
"...No way... you're pregnant?"
My words twisted her face into a mask of contempt and rage.
"No, I'm not! I just meant let's go to a real estate office!"
"...Huh?"
"Goddamn it! How long are you gonna hole up in this shithole without even AC?!"
Yura yelled in frustration.
"Let's get a bigger bed too. One we three—me, you, and Chaewon—can all fit on!"
Han Yura was ready to find a new "nest" befitting our newfound wealth and our new relationship.
Grinning lewdly at her bold proposal, I approached her.
I grabbed her slim ass firmly and said,
"A bed for three? Heh... Ms. Han Yura. What're we gonna do on that bed?"
At my blatant touch and words, Yura swatted my hand away with a glare.
"All that perverted shit you love. Happy now?"
"Ha, fuck... you're turning me on, you crazy bitch..."
Her prickly response only fueled my desire.
I made her an offer she couldn't refuse.
"Hey, let's do it once before we go."
"...Who said you could?"
She tried to play hard to get with her last shred of pride, but it was pointless.
"You horny bitch, we both know you want it. Quit playing and follow me."
I yanked her slender wrist and dragged her back toward the studio.
Yura cursed under her breath but pretended to resist as she let me lead her.
Before heading to the real estate office,
we had to inspect each other's bodies first.
Click.
The front door shut, and all the bickering outside vanished like a lie.
Yura, who had only pretended to resist on the way in,
reacted first the instant the door closed, as if she'd been waiting.
Her prickly expression was gone.
She looked up at me with wet, lust-filled eyes.
Then she wrapped her soft arms around my neck.
Her sudden shift caught me off guard, and I swallowed hard.
The next moment, her lips pressed fully against mine.
Her soft, slick tongue forced its way past my lips without hesitation.
It explored every corner of my mouth relentlessly.
The obsessive, scorching sensation as it coiled around my tongue like it was hers and sucked it in.
I didn't even think to resist her provocative kiss;
I just accepted everything she led me into.
Still standing, I slid my hand smoothly into her black wide-leg slacks.
At my touch, Yura parted her thighs invitingly, as if she'd been waiting.
My fingers bypassed her smooth, hairless mound and gently parted her already drenched entrance.
The moment they did, a hot breath escaped her mouth as she roughly sucked my lips—"Haa..."
I whispered mockingly into her ear,
"You get turned on way too easily these days, don't you? Fuck, you're such a pathetic cock-hungry slut now."
"Ah... fuck... shut up..."
Yura mumbled in a wet voice laced with pleasure and shame.
"Lately... because of you... I've turned into a total pervert...!"
Han Yura was admitting how her body had changed because of me.
I found her utterly adorable like that.
"Yeah? Then suck it, you pervert."
I chuckled in response to her confession.
Yura didn't resist anymore; she quietly knelt before me and pulled down my pants and underwear with her own hands.
She sniffed my half-erect cock with her nose, then looked up at me in surprise.
"...What's this? You actually washed your dick?"
"I wash up when I'm heading out, you know? Why? Disappointed there's no dick smell?"
At my teasing question, Yura hesitated for a split second.
Then, in a tiny voice, she answered honestly.
"...A little?"
'Hoo, this bitch... how does she get sluttier every day...'
Her hot breath brushed my crotch.
Just that made goosebumps erupt all over my body. Her tongue wrapped softly around my cock.
Then, like a cat licking, she targeted the spot no one knew about—
the sensitive flesh inside my foreskin—teasing it relentlessly yet so gently.
It felt like every nerve in my body was being drawn into that tiny tongue tip, an insanely thrilling sensation.
I involuntarily shuddered and lightly gripped her black hair.
This crazy bitch had mastered how to tame me.
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The languid afterglow of incinerating passion settled over the room.
The peace after savage sex.
In the sticky air, we shared each other's body heat wordlessly, our breaths gradually calming.
The bedsheets were damp with sweat, and summer sunlight leaked through the window cracks, dancing lazily with the dust.
How much time passed?
Yura sat up first.
Reluctantly peeling away from my chest, she brushed her disheveled hair behind her ear.
Her bare back bore vivid red scratch marks, proof of the frenzy moments ago.
"Get up."
Her voice was a tone lower than usual.
Her throat sounded hoarse.
As we stepped out the front door, the muggy summer morning air enveloped us.
My sweat-soaked T-shirt clung to my back, and sweat trickling between my hair tickled my neck.
Descending the stairs, the slum's signature stench hit us again.
The musty cement mixed with the unidentified stew from next door—a nauseating yet familiar smell.
TV blaring from somewhere, a child's cries, the sound of someone washing dishes.
All these noises blended into a symphony awakening the early morning slum.
The concrete steps underfoot were cracked everywhere, and the iron railing was rusted rough to the touch.
But strangely, today it all looked different.
Leaving it all behind, dreaming of a new start, I asked Yura,
"How much for those studio apartments by the main road?"
"Dunno."
Yura descended the steep hill effortlessly, without a hint of fatigue.
Her steps were as sprightly as ever, and she occasionally glanced back, waiting for me in a strangely endearing way.
"But for a two-room or bigger, it'll cost a bit, right?"
Yura tilted her head.
"A studio's fine for me... though?"
I was still thinking of a space just for myself.
A big living room, separate bedroom, clean bathroom. A place all mine, uninterrupted.
But Yura seemed to already envision our future as three.
She stopped dead in her tracks.
Turning to me, she said as if it were obvious,
"One room's gonna be mine."
Her words hung in the air.
I halted mid-step on the stairs.
All surrounding noise faded into the distance.
Birds, cars, distant radio—gone. Only my heartbeat thumped in my ears.
I could only stupidly ask her,
"...You're gonna live with me?"
At my dumb question, Yura smirked pityingly.
Her laugh echoed down the narrow alley.
"We're basically living together already. Don't you remember me sleeping over at your place every night last week?"
Her words hit me like a hammer.
Suddenly, this morning's bathroom scene replayed in my mind like a panorama.
Shampoo and conditioner with sweet scents I'd never bought, lined up next to mine.
And three toothbrushes in the cup.
One mine, one definitely Yura's, and the last one...
Cosmetics on the sink too.
Foundation, lipstick, eyeliner...
Brands I didn't know, claiming their spot boldly like they belonged there.
It all proved her point perfectly.
The fridge was the same.
Yogurt and fruit I hadn't bought, healthy-looking salads squeezed between my cup ramen and beer.
I had no comeback.
"Ah... yeah, true."
I accepted reality. Then took it a step further.
"Hmm, so... with Chaewon too, should we get a three-room?"
I blurted it out thoughtlessly. Yura stopped immediately and stared.
"What about Haneul? You gonna live with a kid?"
Her voice sharpened.
"I love kids, though?"
At my innocent reply, her gaze turned icy.
She looked at me like trash on the street.
Like she'd spotted a revolting bug.
Her cold disdain pissed me off.
"Hey, hey, not like that! You bitch, who you calling a sex offender?"
"Really?"
Her voice dripped suspicion.
"Yeah! And I handle kids great!"
I proudly revealed my hidden talent.
"I'm an orphanage kid, remember? Taking care of brats? That's my expertise."
Her expression softened a bit at my confession.
'Oh, right, he was...'
But she quickly zeroed in on the real issue.
"Hey. The problem's something else."
"What?"
"Me, Chaewon, and you—we'd have to fuck."
"..........Oh, right."
Then it hit me. The fundamental flaw in our cohabitation plan.
Our "business" and daily life couldn't coexist in one space.
In the living room while Haneul napped? Or sneak it after dropping her at daycare?
Horrifying just to imagine.
Yura smirked at my panicked face.
"Getting it now? Idiot."
Her final words sparked a random thought.
So how do families with multiple kids manage...?
The landlord next door has three in a tiny two-room—when do they find time...?
Middle of the night when the kids sleep? Or drop 'em at grandparents'?
A whirlwind of scenarios, none realistic.
I shook off the tangled thoughts and followed Yura down the steep slum hill.
She strode ahead with her usual bounce, occasionally turning to gesture me on impatiently.
The morning sun was heating up.
The day was truly beginning now.