Contract (1)
"Hey. Hey. I'll apologize, so please, just wake up. You can't be the only one who gets off and then end it like this..."
I begged and pleaded, swearing it was my fault, and I shook her again and again, but Lee Harin didn't so much as twitch. She stayed sprawled on top of me, out cold as if she'd fainted.
"...Haah. Fuck!"
I couldn't keep having sex while ignoring a girl who was asleep. Carefully, I slipped my cock out of Lee Harin's pussy with a wet pop, lifted her off me, and set her down to the side.
"...Haah. What the hell am I supposed to do about this?"
I pulled the blanket over her, then looked back and forth between the sleeping Harin and my cock—still hard, still slick and glistening with her fluids—and let out another deep sigh.
"Fine. I'll just shower and sleep."
I couldn't wait a thousand years, or ten thousand, for her to wake, and no clever way out of the situation came to mind. In the end I gave up. A shower would cool the heat, and then I'd sleep. For someone who already knew the taste of a woman, taking care of it by hand had never been an option to begin with.
The bathroom door creaked. I twisted the tap to cold, and the water roared down as I started the shower, trying to cool both my head and the excitement.
"Hoo. Finally starting to settle."
Once I'd calmed down enough, I finished washing, came out, and took a bottle of water from the fridge. I drank it down and glanced at the bed. Harin was so deeply asleep that someone could have carried her off and she wouldn't have noticed.
"Hm? What is this? Something feels off..."
I'd already let it go, but the moment I went to toss the empty bottle, a nagging unease crept over me.
"...What? Why is the sink this clean? Did she live on delivery all day?"
I started going over the apartment to shake the feeling, and my eyes landed on a sink that was suspiciously spotless—dry as bone, as if it hadn't been used once all day.
"No way. She really didn't eat anything all day?!"
There wasn't a drop of water in the basin, and not a single delivery container anywhere, the kind that should have been lying around if she'd ordered food. I looked from the sink to Harin asleep on the bed, thrown. Only then did I remember how haggard her face had been when I got home, and it hit me: she hadn't eaten a thing all day.
"Tsk. So that's why she looked so worn out when I walked in. No wonder. Yesterday she held out even with her sensitivity cranked ten times higher, and today she folded in a single round..."
Thinking of Harin worrying all day over my little game, I felt an unwelcome stab of guilt and looked at her sleeping face with something like worry.
"If I actually pass this contest, I really ought to help her out. The servicing, though—I'm still taking that exactly as is!"
I meant it. I did want to help Lee Harin. But now that I knew the taste of a woman, the service was the one thing I couldn't give up, no matter what.
"...Haaahm. I've got the production company tomorrow, so I should get some sleep too."
Sorry was sorry. Watching her sleep so peacefully, drowsiness started creeping over me as well. I finally threw out the bottle I hadn't managed to discard, yawned, and headed for the bed.
"Nn... mmm... ngh..."
I climbed in beside her, pulled her close as she whimpered in her sleep, and shut my eyes.
The next day.
Maybe because I'd saved my strength, I woke earlier than I'd expected.
"...What should I do? Play a game?"
Caught off guard by the early hour, I was still deciding when my eyes landed on Lee Harin, fast asleep beside me.
Right. This kid went hungry all day yesterday...
Looking at her, I remembered it all over again.
"...Haa. If she weren't my woman, I'd just ignore it."
Somewhere along the way, my head had stopped filing Lee Harin under little sister. She was my woman. Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of bed and went to the fridge to see if there was anything to eat.
"...The side dishes Mom packed will cover it, and there are still a few packs of instant rice, so that's fine too... Hm? Do I even need to cook?"
Seeing the side dishes Mom had packed in the fridge and the instant rice on the shelf, I suddenly wondered whether there was any point in cooking at all.
"Hnn... Still, maybe I should at least make a rolled omelet."
Setting the table with only that would look too half-hearted, so I considered something simple I could manage.
It's not like it's hard. I'll just make it.
I took six eggs and some green onion from the fridge and started on a rolled omelet the way I'd seen it done on YouTube. The beaten eggs hit the pan with a hiss, and before long Harin stirred at the smell and sat up.
"Nnngh... what's that smell?"
"You're up? Go wash your face. Breakfast's ready."
"Uh... uh, okay."
Still half asleep, she answered in a daze and shuffled into the bathroom.
A little later, Harin came out after a quick wash, sat at the table, and looked back and forth between the spread and me with an awkward, unreadable expression.
"Here. Eat."
I ignored the look, set the finished omelet down, and took the seat across from her.
"...Oppa. Did you hit your head while I was asleep? Or are you mad I passed out first yesterday, so you're pulling some crazy stunt?"
Something in me cracked.
"Shit. I try to be nice, and that's the only way you know how to talk."
Hearing her talk about me like I'd lost my mind sent a flare of anger through me. I bit down on the rest of the curse climbing up my throat and settled for glaring at her in silence.
"B-but you've never done a single thing like this for me in my whole life, and then overnight you just—of course I'd get suspicious!"
Flustered as she was, Harin insisted she had plenty to say. She turned the anger back on me and hit me with the facts.
"Ahem! Honestly, I've got nothing to say to that... I just thought you went hungry all day yesterday, so I put something together. What? Is it that weird?"
In twenty years I'd never said anything like this to Lee Harin. Embarrassed, I scratched the back of my head for no good reason. I hadn't expected her to burst into grateful tears just because I'd made her breakfast. A simple thank-you, at least, I'd thought I could count on.
"Oppa, you really didn't hit your head, did you?"
Instead she looked at me like I was out of my mind and picked a fight.
"Haah... Forget it. Just eat."
Nothing I said was going to change her, so I told her to eat, picked up my chopsticks, and started in.
"...Yeah."
Only then did Harin seem to realize she'd gone a little too far. She started eating, sneaking glances at me. The silence stretched, and the air grew heavy. This couldn't go on. I was the one who broke it.
"...Quit watching my face and just eat."
"Huh? For real? I thought you were mad."
A short laugh escaped me.
"Not really. Honestly, this isn't something we'd get mad about. Right, Harin?"
I smiled on purpose and kept my tone light, so she wouldn't stay uncomfortable.
"Right! You and I can joke around at least this much!"
Harin caught on that I wasn't actually angry, just teasing, and she played along, trading jokes with me.
It'll be awkward at first. From now on, though, I should use her name and treat her right. Harin's my woman too.
With that private resolve, and the mood a good deal lighter, the two of us went on with breakfast in easy warmth.
"Oh! Oppa, don't move. You already made breakfast. I'll do the dishes, so just relax."
Dishes clinked in the sink.
I wish every day could be like this.
I'd been about to wash up after the meal when Harin stopped me and took over. Watching her, I thought it would be nice if things could stay this peaceful.
"Oh! Right. I'm stepping out around lunch for the contract, so don't starve like yesterday. Make sure you eat."
"The contract? You mean that production company you talked about yesterday?"
"Yeah. It's called SW Production, out in Suwon. They said they'd sort out the contract payment and contact me around lunch today."
A chat alert chimed. I checked my phone, and right on cue there was a message from SW Production—or, more precisely, from CEO Song Seoyoon.
Today I finally get to touch those breasts!
Reading the message—the part that meant I could finally get my hands on Song Seoyoon's chest today—my excitement climbed, and strength gathered, little by little, in my cock.
"Oppa, did you check whether it's a scam, or an unfair contract? That kind of thing happens all the time in this business. You have to be careful."
While I was getting worked up, Harin—who knew nothing of the truth, or of the System—seemed worried about me. She stopped the dishes, shut off the faucet, and asked if I'd actually looked at the contract.
"Don't worry about that! The CEO's someone I can trust, and I looked into it thoroughly."
I answered her with confidence and told her not to worry.
"...Well. If you're that sure, I won't fuss over it anymore."
Harin still sounded a little uneasy, but once I spoke with that much certainty, she seemed willing to trust me for now.