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"So, it's okay, right?" She squeezed hard.
"Ow, w-wait a... sec...."
Yoon Yerin said that and suddenly grabbed my breasts.
"Ah, it hurts...."
"Even if I do more than that, it's fine, right? Because Lee So-yul agreed to stay by my side?"
Her eyes looked somehow off. And her touch was different from usual. It was a clear sign that something was wrong.
"So, answer me quick...."
Then Yoon Yerin suddenly collapsed right there. She went completely silent, and soon I heard her soft breathing.
"...Did she fall asleep?"
I stared at her, still feeling utterly bewildered. Not just because she'd dozed off out of nowhere, but the whole situation was so disorienting.
Time passed, and it wasn't until lunchtime the next day that we finally had a proper talk.
"...I'm sorry."
Yoon Yerin spoke first.
"...When it came down to actually facing it, I couldn't accept it as easily as I thought."
"......"
"...And I ended up putting you in danger too, So-yul."
"...I'm fine. Have you gotten a bit better, Yerin?"
"...No. To be honest, I'm still not okay. My hands are shaking even now, and it feels like I'm dreaming."
"Yerin...."
"...And knowing this is all real makes it even worse...."
Yoon Yerin couldn't finish her sentence easily. Her outward appearance had returned to normal, but inside, she was still suffering.
"...I'm sorry for what I did suddenly yesterday."
She even brought up what she'd said yesterday.
"But thinking you might disappear too made my head spin...."
"......"
"...It must have been really unpleasant for you."
So she offered to give me a separate room if I wanted to live apart. Even as she said it, her hands were trembling.
"...I don't want that."
"...Pardon?"
I told Yoon Yerin exactly that.
"Yesterday you said you wanted me by your side. You even said I'm all you have now, and suddenly you want to live separately?"
"But...."
"I'd die of boredom living alone anyway. I don't want that."
Were these words my responsibility for what had broken her like this? Or just rationalizing my own comfort? I couldn't say for sure.
I didn't know, but her hands were shaking so much I had no choice but to hold them.
"Well, the game we played together last time was fun, and eating with two people is better than alone, and...."
Suddenly, Yoon Yerin hugged me tightly.
"...So you'll really stay by my side from now on?"
"Yes."
"We can go back to how things were?"
"Yes."
"Th-then... we can keep doing those things too?"
"...A little, maybe."
Only after hearing that last answer did Yoon Yerin's face finally soften. Sure, she clung to me for quite a while longer, but I didn't mind. If this could give her some stability, anything was fine.
"...Thank you."
And with that, after our outing that day, we returned to how things were.
*
"...You left a letter?"
By the time Yoon Yerin's condition had fully recovered.
"Yes, in case they find it, we might get in touch."
I learned she'd left a letter before leaving that place yesterday.
"...Won't it wash away if it rains?"
"It's fine. We did our best for now, so all that's left is waiting."
"But...."
"...And as long as you're by my side, So-yul, I won't feel lonely."
...She was going to wait with me.
"...So I'll get tossed aside when that person comes back?"
"N-no, that's not what I meant...."
"I'm kidding. I have nowhere to go anyway. Waiting together is no problem."
For a moment, Yoon Yerin's face flushed a bit.
"...I'm hungry."
"Oh, right... it's been a few days. I'll make food right away."
I immediately started preparing a meal. The menu for the first time in a while was porridge.
'It might be too stimulating otherwise....'
I wondered if there was chicken or something. I wanted to add more if possible.
"Oh, there it is."
Luckily, there was vacuum-packed chicken in the fridge. I soaked the rice first, then started boiling the chicken properly.
"......"
...So now, once the ingredients were ready, I just needed to add some garlic and season it.
"Um."
"Yes?"
For some reason, Yoon Yerin was hovering way too close, watching me cook.
"It'll be done soon, so why don't you sit down...."
"But I want to watch. I'm curious how you cook, and also...."
"And what else?"
"...No, that's not it, but there's something I want you to do."
"Something you want me to do?"
Yoon Yerin nodded.
"Like what...."
"Don't wear the same clothes every day—wear my clothes too. Chicken porridge is good, but I want omelet rice sometimes, and...."
"W-wait a sec. Isn't that too much and too random?"
Just as she said, the requests came pouring out like a waterfall.
"...You did say you'd do anything."
"Well...."
This must be why they say you have to watch your words and actions.
"I only said that because you weren't eating...."
Tears started streaming down.
"I-I'll do it, so stop crying."
And in the blink of an eye, I ended up wearing Yoon Yerin's clothes.
"...What kind of development is this?"
No matter how hard it was to refuse, this was still....
'...Should I change out of it now?'
Even as I thought that, I checked the clothes first. There was some nameless white top and a black skirt.
The problem was I had to change quickly before the porridge boiled over.
As expected, skirts weren't easy to put on, no matter what.
"There are pants too, so why...."
But that thought didn't last. Something a bit surprising happened.
"...Huh, maybe it's not so bad after all."
I'd slipped into this embarrassing outfit in one go, just like that.
This was a huge change from the panty incident.
"W-well, I'm not a kid anymore. Freaking out over one outfit would be weird, right?"
Plus, I was already wearing underwear underneath.
But self-hypnosis didn't work this time either, and my face heated up anyway.
"Wh-what am I doing? I-I should take it off now...!"
The door burst open, and Yoon Yerin came in.
"Eek, I'm ch-changing...!"
"Yes, I just wondered if you needed help. I'm not trying to peek or anything."
"......"
"More than that, it suits you really well. How should I put it—it's a different vibe from me, more cute."
"C-cute...."
"Oh, these clothes are light, so they won't be uncomfortable for housework either."
Yoon Yerin said she had another request and told me to come out quick.
"...What else?"
What she said next was a bit unexpected.
"...It's not much of a request, but I want to call you 'So-yul'."
"Eh."
I'd sensed something off from her hesitation earlier, but this was truly a strange request.
"Wanting to share clothes was because I wanted to get closer from the start."
So she wanted our forms of address to feel closer too.
"...You don't like it?"
"N-no, it's not that, it's just embarrassing...."
"...So-yul."
"Eep."
It was really weird. Just dropping the family name felt strangely intimate.
"W-whatever, you said you'd do anything, so get used to it. And call me the same way."
Just like that, not only were we sharing clothes, but the distance between us shrank in an instant.
*
By the time the chicken porridge was fully cooked, the table was set with various dishes.
"When did you make the omelet rice?"
"You said you wanted some earlier, so I made it quick."
"...I've thought this before, but you're so fast. And it tastes good."
Yoon Yerin swallowed hard at the sight of the freshly made omelet rice.
"Then...."
She picked up a spoon to eat, then stopped.
"Ah."
I realized why immediately.
"I-I'm sitting right away."
It was because, as you can see, I wasn't sitting on Yoon Yerin's lap.
"I'll sit, so hurry up and...."
"No, sit on the chair today."
But Yoon Yerin said something different from usual. And then she showed an action I never expected.
She slid onto my lap instead.
"...I'll sit, so...."
"Eek, th-then...."
This time, she was on top of me, reversed.
"L-like this, won't you be able to eat?"
"Feed me, So-yul."
"N-no, I'll spill...."
"...Then hold me here so you don't spill."
...I'd still spill even if I held you.
"Like this?"
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"...!"
Yoon Yerin looked a little startled as my arm wrapped around her waist suddenly.
"...Yes, f-feed me like this."
I scooped up some omelet rice and brought it to her mouth as she said. She started munching away like she was starving.
'...Like a mom bird and baby bird.'
The thought didn't bother me. Yoon Yerin's expression brightened up right away, and that was a relief.
Maybe that's why. If I could give her emotional stability like this, perhaps I really could grant that 'anything you want' promise from earlier.
But.
Clink.
That thought flipped in just one minute, starting with the spoon dropping on my thigh.
"Ah, s-sorry! It must be hot—I'll get a wet cloth."
To be precise, I'd only spilled food on Yoon Yerin's thigh and wiped around it.
"Is it burning...?"
But strangely, Yoon Yerin said nothing. She even avoided my gaze, dodging the question entirely.
"Is it okay n...."
I froze.
The reason was right in front of me.
'I-I just touched her thigh, and her dick...'
No matter that it had been three days, this was....
I knew if this kept up, we'd end up doing that on the table again, so I ignored the dick.
"...Sh-shouldn't we just eat during meals?"
But as expected, it had been three days already, and sure enough, Yoon Yerin's voice came.
"...You said yesterday you'd do anything."
"Yes...?"
"...You said you'd stay by my side."
"That's...."
"...Then."
And then Yoon Yerin did something utterly unforeseen to the end.
Ziiiip.
"E-eh, w-wait a... sec...."
"...Lick my dick, please."
It was her dick, thrusting out from between her unzipped pants right in my face.