Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: In Cute Underwear
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Ji-woo knew she'd gained weight.
She'd even checked exactly how many kilos on the scale at the dorm.
Still, she hadn't felt much anxiety about it.
Back then, I thought it didn't show much on my body and just brushed it off.
It hit her now—she'd only seen what she wanted to see.
How long will it take to drop back down to 44kg?
She'd gained it quickly, so she needed to lose it fast too.
Even if it takes at least a week, I should push hard and get it done in under two.
Ji-woo believed she had to show her fans she was working hard while they still cherished her.
Starting tomorrow, no more sweets.
Ji-woo kneaded her arms as she began plotting her diet plan.
Then a sudden curiosity struck her.
Ji-woo tilted her head, gazing at Manager Kim Sung-woo's back as he focused on driving.
What was that way the manager oppa said he could help with...?
He'd seemed so confident, so it probably wasn't just about canceling her PT sessions... Maybe a petite gym referral? Or lemon detox?
No, he said it wasn't anything I'd expect.
...Ye-rin might know something?
Ji-woo tapped Ye-rin's shoulder.
She lifted her head from the window and turned.
"What, unnie?"
"Ye-rin-ah."
"Yeah?"
"The manager oppa. He explained it all so carefully."
"...Huh? D-did he?"
"...?"
Something felt off about her reaction.
Ji-woo was glad Kim Sung-woo hadn't seen it. He'd have been hurt for sure.
That's when Ha-neul jumped in from the side.
"Manager oppa only takes such good care of Ye-rin unnie these days. I'm jealous."
"N-no, it's not like that. No need to be... jealous."
Ye-rin stuttered again.
It wasn't like her usual self at all.
Is something going on between them? Or is Ye-rin just embarrassed? Hmm. That could be it.
She'd been so prickly lately because of her throat issues.
But even that didn't fully explain it—Ye-rin's reaction was just too weird.
Why is she acting like this? Does she like oppa or something?
Nothing else made sense. But Ji-woo quickly dismissed the thought.
Nah, no way.
That idea was ridiculous in its own right.
*
Slurp, slurrrp...
The day's stress melted away.
The empty back seat of the Carnival van.
The air was humid, the sounds sticky.
The sight of such a stunningly pretty girl sucking my cock between my legs never got old.
I stroked the blonde hair catching my eye.
Round eyes glared daggers at me.
"Damn, you're good at this. Getting better with practice?"
"...Fuck you."
"Who said to stop?"
I'd complimented her, and this was the thanks I got.
I grabbed her hair and pushed, shoving my cock deep into her hot throat.
Ye-rin's eyes went wide.
"Gurk...! Hack! Koff! Kek!"
Startled, she choked and spat it out, coughing violently.
As it subsided, she glared and shrieked.
"Ugh, seriously...! I'm doing it! Cut it out!"
"Shut up and suck nicely."
I nodded toward my cock.
Ye-rin huffed for a while, then bent down and resumed.
Her sticky tongue slid down the shaft as the head scraped her palate.
Her head bobbed up and down, sucking it in. Watching, a question popped up.
She's being more compliant than I expected.
Why?
Thinking back, it felt oddly obedient.
Because I fixed her throat?
Scared I'd ruin it again anytime?
Tempted by the promise to boost her skills?
Hmm... Nah.
None of those fit.
...Then maybe?
A hunch hit me, so I asked.
"What if I want to fuck before we hit the remaining count?"
That instant.
Ye-rin stopped mid-blowjob and warned me seriously.
"Try it. I swear I won't let you get away with it."
"Yeah, sure."
I'd expected that.
Instinct had told me not to rush penetration anyway, but this bitch...
She tensed up hard at the mention.
It confirmed my suspicion.
Insertion has to be the key. Fuck.
But it was kinda funny too.
Filling twenty rounds without fucking? Was Ye-rin more innocent than I thought?
She actually believed I wouldn't?
You gotta look forward to it, for real.
I chuckled to myself.
"......"
Ye-rin stopped silently and glared like she wanted to kill me.
This bitch was sharp as hell.
"Glerk...?!"
"I said don't stop."
I gripped her blonde hair tight.
Grabbed her ponytail and rammed my cock down her throat.
I'll think after I cum.
Sage time's great for pondering, right?
As I thought that, Ye-rin spat it out again. Her round eyes glared.
"Glare later—make me cum faster? Or are you begging me to fuck you now?"
"...You wish."
"Then suck harder. You're half-assing it today."
"Why the hell should I put effort into this?"
"Don't say obvious shit."
Ye-rin scowled and resumed.
Her bobbing slowed—she was visibly tiring.
Yeah, too many distractions today; I was lasting longer than usual.
"Can't finish? Want me to grab your head and work it?"
She shook her head no, cock still in her mouth.
That gag must've rattled her.
Her obedience sparked some mischief.
"Then suck properly."
I reached out and patted her ass gently.
Like petting a dog. Her brows furrowed angrily, but she sucked harder.
Slurp, slurp, schluurp...
"Good girl."
Each bob made saliva gleam on the shaft.
Her cheeks hollowed, then puffed. Hot breath on the base sent shivers.
I felt it building and pressed her head lightly.
"No tissues, so swallow it all."
"Mmph, glrk, mmf...!"
Her eyes protested like Are you kidding?
Seeing that, my cock erupted.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
"Gurk, huuk, guuk... Hack..."
Cum filled her mouth. She gagged but held it down, swallowing it all with effort.
What a good girl.
After, nausea hit—her eyelids fluttered.
"Fuck... How do people even swallow this? Ugh, my stomach..."
Guess it didn't agree with her taste. Not my problem.
I pulled up my pants.
"Plenty of girls swallow just fine."
She snorted, shuddering against the rising queasiness.
"...What bullshit. No way that many crazies exist."
True story, but whatever.
*
After dropping Ye-rin off.
As I headed to the company, my phone rang—Choi Hyeong-gyu, the department head.
What's this about?
Couldn't think why he'd call me.
I answered, puzzled.
"Yes, Department Head."
-Hey, Sung-woo. Where are you?
"In front of LUNIQUE's dorm. Heading back to the company now."
-No, don't come. Go inside and do a surprise fridge check on the girls.
"Now?"
-Yeah, now.
It felt random, and I hesitated. He continued.
-The girls have been touchy lately, so I trusted you'd handle it, but something's off. This timing should catch 'em for sure.
Already did.
...Can't say that or he'll bitch about not telling him sooner.
"Got it."
-Thanks. Hang in there a bit longer.
Call ended.
No complaints here.
Chance to see Ye-rin flustered again? Hell yeah.
Man, I can picture it with my eyes closed.
Imagining her glare already had me grinning.
*
Beep-boop.
I punched in the code and entered.
But it was dead quiet.
Early morning schedule must've wiped them out—they were sleeping.
...At least one awake?
Checking the fridge on orders was fine, but sneaking without a trace? Bound to stir talk.
I stood blankly in the living room. Still no sounds.
Door chime didn't rouse anyone—they were all out cold.
Did Shin Ye-rin crash already? Right after lying down?
I'd figured at least she'd be up...
A crazy idea hit.
Sneak into her room for round two?
Even I knew it was insane, but damn, it'd be historic progress.
Bursting into a sleeping girl group dorm and waking one for a fuck?
Territorial marking, straight up.
Fuck, I'm losing it.
Fresh off cumming, yet my inner sage got decapitated—lust surged back.
Lust whispered.
Not gonna do it?
Hmm.
Okay. Let's go!
Couldn't pass this up.
I headed straight for Ye-rin's room.
Ye-rin-ah. Oppa’s coming.
Right then.
-Bang!
The shower room door flew open.
Like a thief spooked by his own footsteps, I whipped around, startled.
Someone emerged from the shower.
Petite frame, wet black hair.
Her expressionless face mixed cynicism and pure innocence.
Lee Ha-neul?
The Japanese-mixed member, Lee Ha-neul.
And, in cute underwear.