Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Lunch and Deliveries
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'Yesterday's raw beef and sashimi that spoil quickly—I ate all of that myself, so nothing should have gone bad...
Most of the rest I stuck in the fridge anyway... I can just pull it out today and nuke it in the microwave. Should be fine.'
But to go back to my place and return here, I'd need Hye-jeong's door lock code.
"Hey, Hye-jeong. What's the door lock password for this place?"
"......"
"Not gonna tell me? Should I pinch your clit? Want to try some sexual torture?"
"......"
Kim Hye-jeong squeezed her eyes shut, steeling herself like she was determined not to say a word.
I had no choice but to grab a pair of scissors and hold them up to her clitoris.
Hye-jeong flinched hard as the sharp blade touched one of the most sensitive spots on her body.
"...Should I cut off your clit and pussy with these scissors? Slice you up? ...Tell me quick."
I had no real intention of cutting her...
But it seemed like this level of threat was necessary to get her talking.
"......, ......, ...230430."
"Oh... Now that you mention it, I remember... Yeah, yeah. That's right. That's your wedding anniversary, isn't it?
The other me even jotted it down in a computer memo along with your house code... I didn't need to ask."
"......"
Kim Hye-jeong gave me a look of utter disgust.
She muttered something about "the other me?" with a confused expression, but it quickly turned into the face you'd make looking at a total lunatic.
I taped her mouth shut tight again and rebound her arms and legs extra securely so she couldn't move.
Then I casually went back and forth between my place and hers, hauling over the leftover delivery food from yesterday.
'...Now that I think about it, I didn't even need to ask for the code. I could've just left the front door open and wedged that horse hoof stopper underneath.'
Sometimes I look back and wonder why the hell I did things this way... It happens a lot.
Anyway, I brought all the delivery food from my place to hers, microwaved some and stashed the rest in the fridge.
I also cleaned up the spilled broth and scraps from yesterday when Hye-jeong fought back during my ambush at the entrance. It was starting to smell.
"Phew... Time for lunch, huh... Hye-jeong, you skipping this one too?"
Kim Hye-jeong pondered for a moment..., her stomach letting out a loud growl...
And with the food steaming hot from the microwave, filling the air with delicious smells, she seemed to change her mind.
She shook her head no to skipping it,
and nodded yes to eating.
I'd planned to force-feed her if she resisted again...,
But her stomach was growling, and it looked like she'd decided it was better to eat well, build up her strength, and wait for a chance to escape.
I peeled the tape off her mouth again and fed her.
She begged to eat with her own hands..., promising not to run, not to fight, not to call the cops...
But I wanted to feed her myself anyway, and the time wasn't right yet.
Once the zombie apocalypse hits, the cops will collapse anyway—no point calling them... I soothed her, saying I'd let her eat on her own in a few days.
"Hye-jeong, what do you want this time? Sweet and sour pork?"
"Yes..."
"Here, say ahh~. I'll feed you."
"Ahh..."
I picked up bites of what she wanted with chopsticks and fed them to her.
After lunch...,
it was time to soothe my dick, which had recovered some energy and started throbbing again.
I laid Hye-jeong back on the bed, flipped her over into a cat-like rear-entry pose,
grabbed the handle between her hips and ass, and thrust in hard from behind.
"Ngh..., Uh..., Hnngh. Uh.... Ungh..."
There was just a faint hint of something lewd mixed into Hye-jeong's moans, but I didn't let on that I noticed.
If I pointed it out now, she'd probably clam up even more.
Even after using it a ton yesterday, her pussy was still plenty wet, gripping my cock tight like a pro.
I loved Hye-jeong's snug, squeezing walls—warm, chewy, and textured just right.
In rear-entry, I had a perfect view of her pretty, plump ass jiggling.
Pounding my hips and pelvis against that big, soft, white rice-cake ass as I plunged into her premium pussy...,
The conquest vibe—like I'd taken over the whole world—hit me hard, and I felt my orgasm building fast.
"Ugh, cumming. Gonna cum. You're probably knocked up already, but let's make sure!"
-Splurt spluuurt spluuuurt spluuurt-
I decided right then: no more holding back with Hye-jeong's pussy.
It was my personal onahole pussy anyway. I'd dump whenever I felt like it.
"...Hic, sob.... Sniff..."
Hye-jeong stifled her sobs as I creampied her again.
She should be giving up on avoiding pregnancy by now, but she was still clinging to hope, apparently.
'Phew... Getting hard again...'
Seeing this pretty woman sniffling made my dick twitch again.
If it was an ugly girl crying, it'd be pathetic,
but pretty girls turn me on whether they're smiling or crying.
I shoved my cock back into Hye-jeong's pussy.
Pleasure surged through my dick, deepening the bliss.
After lunch, we kept fucking.
About three hours in, like yesterday, Kim Hye-jeong went blank-eyed and limp, just taking it.
I kept pounding and creampieing...,
until around 5 p.m., when faint thumps—"thud, thud"—came from outside the front door.
Wondering what it was, I paused the sex.
I checked the living room intercom's view of the entrance...,
and saw not at Hye-jeong's place, but at mine next door—three delivery guys hauling massive piles of stuff to my doorstep.
-"We can't fit all this in front of the door. Gotta call the homeowner."+
-"Yeah. But... is this really what they ordered? Why so much...? Wrong order maybe...?"-
-"I asked upstairs about the quantity too. They said it's correct."+
-"Man... It's not like war broke out... Ordering three truckloads of water and canned goods...? So much they called me in from the next neighborhood."+
-"And this isn't even the end. Tomorrow there's even more coming. We'll be shuttling back and forth to this house all day."+
-"...Is war actually breaking out or something? What the hell...?"-
-"Anyway, let's call the owner. Can't leave it all out front."+
I'd been eavesdropping on the delivery guys when my phone rang a few seconds later.
Unknown number..., but from the context, probably them.
"Hello?"
-"Ah, hello, customer. This is Kuching from Coupang Partners. We're at your place moving the packages..., but there's so much we can't fit it all in front of the door, so I called..."-
"Oh, hold on. I'll come out."
I grabbed some clothes and ducked into the bedroom to check on Kim Hye-jeong.
The moment I stepped out to check the intercom, she must've dozed off.
Dead to the world—waving my hand in front of her face got zero reaction.
'...Right after lunch and starting sex, she started getting sleepy not long after.
...Her habit of masturbating around 1-2 p.m. after lunch and napping? She's out cold... Habits are scary.'
Just in case, I taped her mouth completely shut.
No way she'd fool me by faking sleep and screaming for the delivery guys.
Once that was done, I threw on clothes and left Hye-jeong's place.
The delivery guys thought I was coming from my own door,
but when I emerged from next door, they looked confused for a sec before explaining again.
"The space in front of the door isn't that big...
Ah... Do you own the place next door too...? That'd give us more room..."
"Nah, still no dice. Look at the volume still on the truck."
"Hey, drivers. How about I unlock my door,
and you bring it straight inside? Shoes are fine."
I opened my front door first.
Couldn't leave Hye-jeong's place open with her sleeping, but mine was no issue.
The drivers didn't love hauling into the house instead of the doorstep,
but when I went inside, pulled cash from my wallet, and tipped each 100,000 won, their faces lit up.
'...100,000 won? They have 100,000-won bills? Kim Gu...? The currency here's totally different from reality...?'
Digging deeper in the wallet, the 50,000, 10,000, 5,000, and 1,000-won bills were all different too.