Each of Their Circumstances

"Want me to help?"

"No. Just sit there and shut up."

Plop. The tissues soaked in fluid(?) had already piled up beside her until they formed a small hill.

Even if she offered to help clean the evidence of her accident, it wasn't something to be grateful for. If anything, it was only mortifying.

Seo Jian silently wiped the floor with the tissues.

…I really want to kill myself. For real.

Kneeling with her back hunched low as she cleaned, her eye level naturally lined up with Kim Hanbin's pants. It was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠obvious at a glance that they were just as drenched as the floor.

"Your pants… got pretty wet, huh?" she asked in a voice that barely crawled out of her throat.

"J-just a little?"

"…A little my ass."

"Hey, hey! W-where do you think you're touching?!"

"Ugh! What do you mean where?! I only touched it for a second to see how wet it was! And you've got the nerve to say that? You're the one who just rammed your fingers deep into my pus— I mean, down there! Look! It's fucking soaked!"

She probably didn't even realize what she was saying. When shame hits its limit, people tend to spew whatever crude nonsense comes to mind.

Plop. The tissue, now soggy and crumbling from all the moisture, fell to the floor with a wet smack.

"……."

"……."

"I can't exactly wipe your pants for you… Change into clean ones later or something."

"They'll dry eventually."

"Don't say it like that!"

"……."

The atmosphere grew awkward again. Only after a long stretch of time—once every single tissue in the rest area's box had been pulled out, leaving the container empty—did she finally finish wiping every drop from the floor.

Only then did she pick up the panties she'd set aside, slip both feet inside, and pull them up her thighs with a sharp snap. She followed with the tracksuit pants, then collapsed heavily into the chair.

Only then did Kim Hanbin speak again.

"Can I take the blindfold off now?"

"…No. Take it off after we leave the rest area."

"Sigh. Fine. I can endure it."

That was because there was nowhere to throw the used tissues and nothing to carry them in, so the only option was to secretly shove them under the chair. If she saw that, she'd probably want to bite her tongue and die. Before that, someone could ask who exactly had gotten their pussy fingered like crazy, but if they started nitpicking every little thing, he'd have to slam his face into the table right then and there.

So Kim Hanbin kept the blindfold on, and only Seo Jian saw the mission results.

The content was as follows.

Click. He carefully poked his head out the rest-area door. Time didn't flow while the mission was in progress, so nothing outside had changed, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.

A soggy clump of tissues was clutched in Seo Jian's hand.

"Come out after me. Take the blindfold off once you're outside."

"…I heard you the first time. It's drilling a hole in my brain. You're not a recorder."

"Got something else to add?"

"…No."

It must have been stuffy keeping the blindfold on. But showing him this wad of tissues would clearly trigger weird thoughts, so there was no room for compromise.

Seo Jian left the rest area first. She walked out with quick, light steps and headed for the trash can beside the shoe rack, only to stop short.

No. This belongs in the bathroom.

If any smell lingered, it would be catastrophic. With that thought, she quickly slipped into the women's restroom before Kim Hanbin could emerge and dumped the tissues mercilessly into the bin beside the toilet.

"Phew."

Only then did her mind feel lighter. She returned to the sink and scrubbed her hands thoroughly with soap, as if she could wash away the entire sticky memory along with the unpleasant sensation.

"……."

The face in the mirror. After confirming the flush in her cheeks had mostly faded, she finally stepped out of the bathroom.

But at that exact moment, she came face-to-face with Kim Hanbin, who was just about to enter the men's restroom. The blindfold was already off.

Despite scrubbing her hands raw, the second their eyes met, the events from earlier flooded back.

Gulp. Her body shrank on instinct. In a tiny, creeping voice, Seo Jian asked him.

"…Going to the bathroom?"

"Yeah. I-I was about to."

"You can't. Don't go right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now."

She moved to block the entrance as she spoke.

"Hey, I need to piss too."

"I said no!"

"Why the hell not?"

"If you head straight into the bathroom like this, it looks like you're going to do that, doesn't it?! You're not going in there to jerk off, are you?"

"What the—what kind of nonsense is that?!"

"Ugh—!"

Kim Hanbin flinched and clamped a hand over her mouth. But trying to forcibly silence someone whose mind had already flipped usually backfired with impulsive actions. At least no one else was around.

"Ow!"

"…Ptui! Ptui! Ptooey!"

Clear teeth marks stood out on Kim Hanbin's palm. This was already their seventh mission, and just like always, the moment it ended she turned a hundred percent venomous. At this rate, would these two ever develop any kind of affection—emotional or physical—while carrying out the missions?

What could heal Seo Jian's shattered mentality was, as always—

Vrrrr— Her phone vibrated.

While Kim Hanbin was busy touching his bitten palm, she quietly pulled out her phone and checked the message.

"Whoa! Holy shit!"

"Ouch… W-what is it?!"

"One and a half million won! One and a half million won just came in!"

Seo Jian bounced on her toes, beaming like she'd never been angry in her life.

The subway announcement flowed from the speakers. Kim Hanbin nudged the dozing Seo Jian's shoulder with his own. For some reason, actually touching her with his hand felt strangely unappealing now.

"Jian, we're here."

"Huh? Oh. A-already?"

Her eyes snapped open and she clutched the bag on her lap tightly to her chest. Seo Jian wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"G-gotta go. Yeah. You get home safe too. I'm going?"

Kim Hanbin simply nodded without much of a reply. Seo Jian stared at his indifferent reaction for a moment, then felt a strange wave of déjà vu that sent chills down her spine.

Why the hell is that shitty dream popping up again?

The memory—no, the dream—of kissing Kim Hanbin on the subway. She had no idea how she'd ended up having such a disgusting dream, but obsessing over a stupid nightmare like that would only hurt her in the end.

Instead of wrapping her arms around his neck like she had in the 'dream,' she gave his shoulder a light tap in farewell and stepped off the train.

Ugh. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Goosebumps. Kiss my ass.

It had felt strangely realistic. The sensation lingered so strongly that just thinking about it made her lips tingle. But since nothing like that could have actually happened, she always dismissed it as a ridiculous dream whenever they rode the subway home together. Yet it had already been over a week.

Maybe I should just take the bus instead?

That would mean a longer route, though.

…Or just splurge on a taxi?

It would be far more comfortable, but also far more expensive. Normally she wouldn't even consider it, but now that her account balance had grown, it had become an actual option.

Taxi? That's just wasting money.

Obsessing over a dream for more than a week was the truly stupid thing. Even if she now had over two million won in her account, blowing it on taxis from the start would defeat the whole point of suffering through these missions with Kim Hanbin. There were far more meaningful ways to spend it.

After walking for a while, the familiar sign of the neighborhood bakery appeared in the distance. It was the shop her younger sister, Seo Jihyun, liked.

"…Seriously."

Her sister used to be so polite when Jian was still her older brother. Now that she was her older sister, she acted like they were equals. Strangely, it didn't feel bad. It wasn't because she'd lost all her friends. Anyway.

Really.

Seo Jian smiled faintly and stepped into the bakery. After all, when a person's wallet gets thicker, their heart tends to grow more relaxed and generous.

At the same time, Kim Hanbin had skipped his usual evening jog in the park and gone straight home, immediately shutting himself in his room.

"Ha, fuck. I'm losing my mind. For real."

The moment he walked in, his mother had asked, "Want some fruit?" but he only answered "I'm good!" before locking the door and dropping heavily into his chair. He didn't even turn on the light. In the dark, he immediately stripped off his pants—the same black tracksuit pants that had been soaked in her juices earlier that afternoon. They had dried completely by now, but if you brought them close, they still carried a faint, musky scent. Quite the potent stimulant.

Not that he actually smelled them. Kim Hanbin wasn't that much of a pervert. It was simply that the body scent that had kept rising during their study session at the reading room still clung to him, filling his room like lingering incense.

"……."

He could pat himself on the back for holding out as long as he had. Fingering Seo Jian's pussy, no matter how much he told himself she was just a friend, how could he not have had any dirty thoughts? He'd had plenty. He'd thought about fucking her. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Even while repeating to himself that he shouldn't think such things… deep down, he couldn't help wondering if continuing these missions would eventually lead to him having sex with her. The thought came unbidden.

"Huk, huk, huuuk…."

By the time reason returned, he was already pulling out his cock and stroking it frantically. Right before climax, he recalled the sensation of her pussy he'd felt with his index finger through the condom.

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt—!

He came far thicker than the time he'd received a handjob from Seo Jian not long ago. He released so much that the tissue became completely drenched, threatening to tear apart from the sheer wetness alone.