Kang Chaerin
Chaerin arrived at the mansion-like house by taxi.
Compared to the place where she used to live, this house was on an entirely different scale, and her eyes went wide with surprise.
She could tell he was wealthy, but she never imagined it was to this extent.
"Come on. Let's go inside."
"..."
She followed behind him like a duckling and entered the house.
How can a house have a hallway like this?
And how can there be so many empty, unused rooms?
Like a native encountering a new civilization for the first time, Chaerin's head and eyes couldn't stay still, constantly looking around at her surroundings.
"Here. You can use this room."
After walking down the long, long hallway, they arrived at a certain room.
"Nayeong and I fixed it up a bit. If you need anything else, just tell me."
The room was even larger than the house where the three of them had lived together.
Despite being filled with everything she could have ever dreamed of—a bed, a computer, a TV—there was still space left over. Her body stiffened.
Can I really use this room?
She cautiously looked at Jihun.
Meeting Chaerin's gaze, Jihun smiled softly and brought his hand to her head.
Flinch.
Instinctively, she cowered back from him, putting distance between them.
"Huh?"
It was a reaction neither Jihun nor Chaerin herself could understand.
Chaerin looked confused, as if she didn't know why she had flinched from his touch.
"Hmm..."
Jihun, on the other hand, noticed her trembling hands.
"I see."
He seemed to understand on his own.
"Go inside and unpack your things for now."
"...Okay."
It wasn't much luggage, just the clothes Nayeong had bought for her.
Chaerin took the bag from Jihun and went inside the room.
Having lived in a place always thick with cigarette smoke, she had only ever breathed such clean, clear air in a private hospital room before.
She put down her bag and placed her hand on the bed, which looked obviously expensive.
A soft texture greeted her touch.
Flump.
She went further and sat down on it.
It was a stark contrast to her sleeping on the floor with nothing but a thin blanket underneath. This was so soft that she felt like sitting for a very long time wouldn't make her bottom sore at all.
And with that, the thoughts came rushing back.
Should I really be accepting all this...?
Chaerin felt her head ache the more she thought about it.
She knew she had to repay this kindness, but she had no idea how.
He doesn't seem to hate me...
Even though her body was pitifully frail and covered in scars, Jihun didn't seem completely uninterested in her.
But he had a girlfriend, Nayeong. There was nothing she could do about it.
Letting out a deep sigh, Chaerin closed her eyes.
And as if it was waiting for her, sleep rushed over her instantly.
Chaerin couldn't resist the wave of drowsiness and drifted off.
Time passed, and Chaerin became somewhat accustomed to the house.
Living with Jihun and Nayeong, as well as their parents, she had not only gotten to know them but had somehow become a part of the family.
And today, as usual, Chaerin woke up early and drew the curtains.
The scenery outside the window showed birds chirping endlessly and the sun just beginning to rise.
Ring ring ring ring~! Ring ring ring ring~!
An alarm soon sounded. She turned off the alarm on the smartphone Jihun had given her and stared blankly at the screen.
A foolish smile crept onto her face.
That was because the wallpaper was a picture of the three of them, with Chaerin in the center and Jihun and Nayeong clinging tightly to her sides.
After gazing at the photo for a while, Chaerin belatedly got out of bed and changed her clothes.
As soon as she left the room, a chilly air enveloped her. The house was filled with a biting cold, so she immediately turned on the boiler to raise the temperature.
They couldn't come again today...
Chaerin's new parents were busy with work; the door to their master bedroom was wide open, suggesting they hadn't been able to come home, even late last night. She felt a pang of disappointment at the absence of the two people who treated her like their own child and warmly welcomed her.
But it couldn't be helped. They couldn't just abandon their work because they didn't want to do it.
Pushing aside her disappointment, Chaerin started on the housework. They told her she didn't have to do it, but living off their generosity as she was, doing this much at least put her mind at ease.
That was why she was up and moving so busily this early in the morning.
Anyway, Chaerin first vacuumed the entire house. After finishing the cleaning, she mopped the floor, leaving faint water marks, and then finished washing the dishes.
Ah... look at the time.
The short hand of the clock was already pointing at 10. Thinking about Jihun and Nayeong, who usually came out of their room around 12, it was probably around this time that...
"Haaang...! Ahn! Ji, Jihun... Hnnngh!"
The closer she got to Jihun's room, the more the sweet moans tickled Chaerin's ears. As expected, they were at it again today.
"Haa... haa..."
Just listening to the moans made her feel a tingling sensation growing between her legs.
Chaerin approached with careful steps, trying not to be caught, and gently turned the doorknob down. To her, the sound of the door's hinges creaking as it opened seemed incredibly loud, but the two people inside didn't seem to hear it at all and continued.
Gulp...
She swallowed dryly at the sight visible through the small crack in the door. That was because Nayeong, half-naked in a maid uniform, was on top of Jihun, who was lying on the bed without his pants on, and fiercely rocking her hips.
What they were doing was nothing other than sex.
Chaerin, who had a history of almost being raped by her own father, couldn't help but feel repulsed by sex. Yet, she kept finding herself secretly watching Jihun and Nayeong's entangled bodies.
If I get caught doing this, I might be in big trouble...
"Haa... haa... Ji, Jihun..."
Letting out a rough breath, her hand went down.
Squelch.
Her body flinched in surprise as her fingers touched her soaking wet cunt.
But her hand didn't stop.
"Haaang...! Ahn...! Jihun...! Aah...! It feels so good! It feels soooo good!"
Nayeong's impossibly pretty face was drenched in pleasure, shining even brighter.
And on top of that, Chaerin noticed that today, too, she was insisting on wearing a maid uniform while clinging to Jihun.
There were many times when they just did it in regular clothes, like pajamas or going-out clothes, but most of the time, they wore outfits they wouldn't normally wear. She realized that Nayeong wore the maid uniform with an oddly obsessive frequency—three days ago it was a maid uniform, two days ago a nurse uniform, and today, a maid uniform again.
Well, that wasn't the important part.
"Kaah...! Jihunaaaa!"
Nayeong's hip movements became much faster than before.
"Uhn... uhn... ka, kaah...!"
Chaerin's hand, which was similarly tormenting her own cunt, moved faster in tandem.
Soon after, both of them climaxed simultaneously.
Chaerin, who had slumped weakly to the floor, could only tremble from the afterglow of the pleasure, unable to think of anything.
If it feels this good just doing it alone, how much better would it feel if I was in Jihun's arms like Nayeong?
It was a curiosity so intense, it was maddening.
Chaerin carefully wiped the love juices on the floor with a handkerchief she had in her pocket. Just as she was fixing her clothes and about to close the door, her eyes met Nayeong's.
Her body instantly froze like stone. Countless worst-case scenarios flashed through her mind in that instant.
With a bright smile, Nayeong got off the bed. Despite getting closer, Chaerin couldn't move.
Creak.
The door opened, and Nayeong walked past Chaerin and left the room.
Thud.
The door was immediately shut tight.
Nayeong, still smiling, parted her lips, which were as red and pretty as cherries.
"Did you get up early to do the housework again today?"
"..."
She couldn't bring herself to answer and could only nod.
"You really don't have to do all that. The housekeeper comes and takes care of everything."
"Okay..."
Her head was filled with the guilt of accepting so much from them while doing something so shameful, so she hung her head deeply.
"And you know what? Jihun absolutely loves maid uniforms."
Chaerin had prepared herself to endure any kind of scolding, but Nayeong continued as if she were teaching Chaerin that she could also wear a maid uniform. Confused by the unexpected turn of conversation, she looked up.
Nayeong had a bright, full smile on her face.
"He also absolutely loves it when you call him 'Master' and serve him. Oh, and I bought another one recently, but it doesn't fit me."
She lowered herself to meet Chaerin's eyes.
"Chaerin. Would you wear it, at least just around the house? Jihun would be so happy."
Had the fact that she was secretly watching them have sex just been completely glossed over? Instead, she was offering to help Chaerin win Jihun over, which only left her bewildered.
But even more than that, a desire bloomed within her—the hope that she might receive his love, too.
Unconsciously, Chaerin nodded.
"Really? What a relief. I felt so bad about just throwing it away since I couldn't wear it."
Saying that, she went to her room and came back with a maid uniform. Unlike the sexy, skin-baring maid uniform she was currently wearing, this one was different—a long skirt that didn't reveal any skin.
Chaerin took the clothes from Nayeong and fled back to her room.
Should I really wear this? Her hesitation didn't last long, though. She took off her pajamas piece by piece and put on the maid uniform.
Strangely enough, the maid uniform...
"...fits perfectly."
It fit her body perfectly. As if it had always been her clothes.