Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Sudden Childcare Crisis
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Clink. Clink.
I woke up to the familiar sound.
'Ah... my head.'
The booze from last night, which I'd chugged down in high spirits, was still pressing down on my skull.
My temples throbbed, and my mouth was parched dry.
But the scent tickling my nose was surprisingly refreshing.
The cool aroma of dried pollack soup.
I turned my head, and there was Chaewon's back in view.
She was busily setting out breakfast on the small folding table.
Her elaborate irezumi tattoos cascading down her back and shoulders stood out vividly in the morning sunlight.
The dragon scales and flower petals seemed to come alive with her movements.
'Hangover cure, huh.'
At that thought, I found myself sitting up in bed without realizing it.
That was the moment.
The blanket draped over me slipped off with a soft whoosh onto the floor.
And right before my eyes, Yura's completely naked, snow-white body was laid bare, not a stitch on her.
She must have tangled up with me all night while we slept.
Her milky white skin glowed faintly in the morning sun, and her long black hair was splayed across the pillow.
In stark contrast to Chaewon's flashy tattoos, Yura's body was flawlessly smooth, without a single blemish.
She breathed evenly, sleeping deeply, her form like a sculpture.
I gazed quietly down at the soundly sleeping Yura.
Her pristine white shoulder peeked out from under the blanket.
And just below, the faint glimpse of a pink nipple. My eyes lingered there for a moment.
This single bed was way too cramped for two people. I carefully eased myself up so as not to wake her and headed over to Chaewon.
The savory smell.
And her face lighting up with a pleased smile when she spotted me.
Chaewon gently pulled me into her embrace.
Her warm body heat seeped into my bare chest, her tousled blonde hair tickling my shoulder.
She planted a light kiss on my lips with a soft smack.
The sensation of her plush lips pressing and squishing against mine was sweet.
She had my morning all perfectly planned out.
"Eat breakfast and wash up. I'll head home, drop Haneul off at daycare, and come back. Then we can go house hunting."
But I felt a pang of regret at her flawless plan.
I burrowed deeper into her arms and mumbled. Her body heat and faint cosmetic scent brushed my nose.
"Mmm... I wanna do it now..."
"Not today. Haneul's almost up."
Chaewon cut off my plea with a firm yet gentle voice.
Her hand stroked my back soothingly.
"...Fine, whatever."
"See you later."
"Yeah."
Chaewon hurried out the front door like she was really pressed for time.
Her blonde hair sparkled in the morning sun as it vanished down the stairs, the vivid tattoos on her back and arms seeming to writhe with her rushed movements.
The door clicked shut, leaving only a faint trace of her perfume in the air.
I stared blankly at the empty space she'd left behind.
Why did Chaewon's 'mom' side turn me on so much...?
Basically, I was into rough, vulgar, cheap, frivolous sex, but Chaewon's calm, tender, overflowing maternal vibe felt strangely stimulating.
The way she bustled around taking care of Haneul,
The quiet thoughtfulness in preparing breakfast,
And the natural ease with which she handled it all.
It was a completely different kind of pull from Yura's prickly, aggressive charm.
Like peeking into the warmth of a 'normal family' I'd never had—a bizarre thrill.
For someone raised in an orphanage like me, having someone make breakfast for you or look at you with worried eyes was unfamiliar... and intensely arousing.
There was one place to vent the lust building up now.
I turned my gaze,
And there she was: Han Yura, the perfect 'slut' for my tastes, sleeping messily.
Her white shoulder and back curve peeking from the blanket, black hair scattered on the pillow.
Unlike her usual prickly demeanor, her sleeping face looked surprisingly innocent.
But even that innocence only turned me on more.
The lips that would soon spew insults and curses at me were parted slightly, silent now.
I could already picture her waking up, glaring at me, and yelling, "Fuck off, you perv."
I approached the bed carefully so as not to wake her and settled back beside the sleeping Yura.
I reached between her legs and slowly parted her flawless, pale thighs.
The inner flesh of her thighs touching my fingertips was astonishingly soft.
Her thighs spread, finally revealing her most intimate spot right before my eyes.
A smooth, hairless white mound.
Beneath it, slightly parted pink folds.
And just below, a shy, closed chrysanthemum-shaped anus.
It looked a bit swollen from last night's intense lovemaking.
That 'used' look only made my heart pound harder.
The traces I'd left inside her last night.
The musky scent of my semen mixed with her sweet body fragrance assaulted my nose intensely.
I couldn't hold onto reason anymore at the sight of her perfection.
I gathered saliva in my mouth.
And spat it onto her white mound.
My sticky spit trickled slowly down her smooth skin.
And finally,
It seeped tracelessly into the reddish slit of her pussy.
I savored the sight for a moment.
Then I brought my cock to her entrance and started rubbing it gently against her.
An uncircumcised cock.
Its soft foreskin glided over her pussy lips, her delicate flesh yielding and reshaping with each slide.
When my glans pressed against her clit, her inner lips tucked inward.
And as my foreskin slid over again,
Her outer lips puffed outward.
It felt like my cock was molding her pussy to my shape.
Lost in that ecstatic illusion, I thrust my hips deeper to draw out Yura's real reaction even in sleep.
That place was pure perfection.
The chewy resistance as my glans first parted her tight entrance.
Then, the hot, wet walls welcoming me right after.
Like velvet enfolding my cock in softness.
Even a slight movement of my hips made her pussy writhe like a living thing, clenching tight as if refusing to let go.
Her fierce grip delivered pleasure on a whole different level from Chaewon's softness.
I savored every sensation.
The slick drag as my cock traced her inner folds one by one.
The way her body twitched with a soft hic when I slammed into her deepest spot, her cervix.
I felt it all with my cock and etched it into my brain.
This was why I was obsessed with Han Yura, this 'slut'.
I let out an involuntary groan at her perfect tightness.
"Hoo... fuck. So damn tight, you bitch..."
Right then.
The even breathing from the woman pinned beneath me stopped.
I looked up at her face.
Yura had woken up and was glaring at me.
Her fierce gaze thrilled and excited me to no end.
Slightly furrowed brows.
Narrowed eyes filled with contempt, disgust, and above all, deep irritation.
Red lips pressed tight, as if 'fuck' might burst out any second.
Finally, she spoke.
"......You fucking bastard. Feels good raping a sleeping girl?"
I laughed, taking her savage glare and venom like the highest praise.
This was exactly the Yura I craved most.
I whispered hot breath into her ear.
"Yeah. Fucking delicious."
I provoked her more.
"So if you're awake, clench that pussy tighter. Slut."
I grinned as I said it. But Yura reacted completely differently from what I expected.
She just shot me an annoyed look.
No clenching—in fact, no movement at all.
Instead, she casually reached for her phone on the bedside table.
She checked the time, completely ignoring my thrusting cock.
And for good measure, she set the phone down and lit a cigarette.
Click. The lighter flame lit her face briefly.
"Hoo..."
She inhaled deeply and blew a long stream of white smoke at me.
Then, in a bored tone,
"Gotta pee, so cum quick and finish."
That one line.
"Your slut power's overflowing... you fucking whore......"
No woman just gushes from getting pounded hard.
There was only one reason this bitch's pussy was wet around my cock.
Pure physiological response to reduce friction—her body acting on autopilot.
Her mind and heart weren't here.
Han Yura, offering her pussy with zero arousal.
I found her blank, expressionless face incredibly hot.
Like that 'expressionless sex' trending in hentai lately.
That vibe.
Confirming my twisted tastes once more, I started thrusting into her again.
Her face, utterly unmoved.
That blank sex only turned me on harder.
Right then.
Yura, who hadn't given a shit about my pounding and just stared bored at her phone, suddenly widened her eyes.
Her body stiffened.
"Hey, pig. Stop. Cut it out."
Her voice was urgent.
But I didn't catch the reason.
"Cut what? Be a good slut and clench properly."
"You psycho! Haneul's daycare had an issue today—they're bringing her here right now!!"
Her scream.
That one line hit my brain like a truck.
"...............What? Fuck?"
Instantly, my mind went blank white.
And without warning, white cum spurted spurt from my cock.
'Ningimii?! What the hell's happening?'
I didn't even have time to savor the orgasm.
I bolted upright off the bed like a frog jumping.
First, I rushed to the window.
Snatched up my scattered clothes and threw them on.
Flinging the window wide open, I started airing out every filthy smell in the room.
Our perfect 'business spot' was one step away from becoming a child abuse 'crime scene'.