Lewd Raccoon Dog (2)
He'd thought he'd grabbed the raccoon dog's tail, but what ended up in his hand was Yoo Ji-kyeong's breast. Seo Joo-hwan let out an involuntary sigh of admiration at the soft sensation under his palm.
"Oh..."
"You crazy oppa? What's 'oh' supposed to mean?!"
"Ow. Sorry, Ji-kyeong. Why the hell am I grabbing your tit?"
"If you're sorry, let go. Why are you still kneading it?"
"Eek. I didn't mean to do that, okay? My hand's got a mind of its own."
"Did getting sick loosen a screw in your head or something?"
She was scolding him, but what was odd was that she wasn't swatting his hand away. Still, groping her breast out of nowhere was definitely the wrong move. With a pang of regret, Seo Joo-hwan withdrew his hand from Yoo Ji-kyeong's chest.
Come to think of it, why was Yoo Ji-kyeong here? He shot her a puzzled look.
"Ji-kyeong, what are you doing here?"
"Obviously, I came because I was worried about you, oppa. You looked rough at school today."
Coming over because she was worried was apparently a given. It was kinda touching. Thinking back, even before his regression, she'd fussed over him plenty during his frequent bouts of illness. She had a surprisingly soft spot deep down. Maybe that's why old memories were surfacing— a smile tugged at his lips unbidden.
Seo Joo-hwan expressed his gratitude with a grin. "You're the only one, Ji-kyeong. Thanks."
"...What's with you today?"
She looked flustered by the sudden thanks, her expression awkward.
"You came all the way to my place because you were worried. Of course I'm grateful. Oh, but what about your part-time job?"
"It's already over. I stopped by on my way home."
Listening to her, he realized it was already night. He'd slept like the dead. Yoo Ji-kyeong suddenly piped up as she watched him.
"So, how are you feeling?"
"Huh?"
"Your body's better, right?"
At that, Seo Joo-hwan checked his condition. He rolled his neck, shrugged his shoulders. The sticky fatigue that had clung to him was gone.
"Hm. Seems totally fine now?"
It wasn't empty words—after one good sleep, his body, weighed down all day, felt brand new. The headache was gone, the cough completely settled. The meds from the hospital and the sleep aid item had worked wonders.
Yoo Ji-kyeong smiled in relief at the sight. She'd been worried because he looked so serious earlier, but this was good.
Then—grrrrowl!
The loud rumble drew Seo Joo-hwan's eyes to its source: Yoo Ji-kyeong's stomach, much slimmer than before.
"Hungry, huh? Wanna order something?"
"O-oppa, that was your stomach!"
"Huh? No, it definitely came from yours..."
"I said it's yours, oppa! You've been lying in bed all day sick— of course you're starving."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, it is."
She insisted, so he let it slide. Seo Joo-hwan chuckled and nodded. The sound had clearly come from Yoo Ji-kyeong's gut, but no need to rub it in and embarrass her. Truth be told, his own stomach was growling too.
"Anyway, let's eat something. You came all this way—join me, Ji-kyeong."
"Should I? Hm. Nah, I'll pass. I'm on a diet."
Yoo Ji-kyeong hesitated, then shook her head. After a month of dieting, her weight had finally dropped to the 40s. She didn't want to gain it back.
Seo Joo-hwan clicked his tongue, eyeing her newly slimmed figure. Her once chubby cheeks were slimmer and prettier, sure, but starving herself meant she looked kinda drained. The kid should've exercised instead of just starving.
His thirty-three-year-old stubborn self reared its head. "Ugh. You gotta diet while eating properly. Starving yourself isn't the way."
"Tch. The patient's nagging now."
"It's not nagging..."
"Fine, fine! Oh, right—there's porridge. Want some?"
"Porridge? Sounds good."
It was an obvious deflection, but Seo Joo-hwan nodded eagerly. His battered body from being sick wouldn't take kindly to greasy food on an empty stomach.
"Thanks for even bringing porridge."
Yoo Ji-kyeong pouted at that. "I didn't buy it. Ha-yeon unnie made it."
"Huh? Ha-yeon was here too?"
Seo Joo-hwan's gaze swept the room reflexively, then out the door. Yoo Ji-kyeong tsked in annoyance and stood.
"Unnie's not here now. She made it when we all came this afternoon."
"All of us?"
"Seok-chan oppa and Deok-hoon came to visit too. You looked wiped, so they just tidied up a bit and left. Ha-yeon unnie made the porridge."
"I see."
"Ha-yeon unnie's surprisingly good at cooking."
"Yeah. Ha-yeon's got skills there."
Thanks to her Learning talent, Jeong Ha-yeon was good at all sorts of things. Cooking included. She looked like a tough, bitchy noona at first glance, but she had hidden domestic talents.
"Tch. I'll heat up the porridge—wait here."
Yoo Ji-kyeong grumbled with a sulky face and left the room.
*
Seo Joo-hwan finally convinced the stubborn Yoo Ji-kyeong, who kept insisting she wasn't hungry, to share the porridge. She took one reluctant spoonful—then devoured it even faster than he did. He chuckled at the sight, and she averted her eyes, embarrassed.
She ate so heartily it was adorable, yet she grumbled pointlessly. After finishing, Seo Joo-hwan headed to the bathroom. He'd sweated buckets in his sleep, leaving his clothes damp. He showered quickly and emerged to find Yoo Ji-kyeong staring at him from the living room.
He hastily covered his crotch with the towel. "Ji-kyeong, you're staring pretty openly there."
"Got it. I'll be sneakier next time."
"That's not what I meant..."
"Hmph. We've already seen everything—what's the big deal now?"
"Well, you're not wrong."
Damn, she had him there. Seo Joo-hwan scratched his eyebrow awkwardly. Like she said, getting shy over a little nudity was pointless. They hadn't hung out much lately, but just a month ago, they'd bathed together.
Yoo Ji-kyeong giggled. "Oppa, drop the towel."
"...Did I turn into some sleazy old perv while you weren't looking?"
"Wow. You deflower an innocent girl and talk like that? Joo-hwan oppa, you're trash."
"Hey, watch your words. Who was innocent? Who got deflowered? Technically, I got eaten up."
He was genuinely wronged. She'd come over and face-fucked him while he was trying to sleep it off—pretending to be asleep, sure, but still.
Yoo Ji-kyeong pouted disapprovingly, then grinned slyly. "Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Why do you think I came back after my shift?"
"'Cause you were worried?"
"That too, but..."
She trailed off, her eyes curving into seductive arcs. Her once-innocent gaze folded into mischievous crescents, that beauty mark under her eyelid looking especially sensual. Yoo Ji-kyeong gazed at him intently.
"Truth is, I came to eat you up while you slept."
"..."
"Like last time. Hehe."
"Jeez."
Seo Joo-hwan let out a dry laugh. She talked like some succubus, but her flushed cheeks screamed embarrassment. Still, when a woman turned on the sex appeal like that, it stirred any guy's heart regardless.
"Ah! It's standing up!"
Yoo Ji-kyeong pointed at his towel-covered crotch and yelled. His 18cm beast had sprung to life, tenting the towel on its own—no need for him to hold it.
"Ngh."
A groan escaped despite himself. It'd been nearly five days without sex. Fully rested and recovered, his body reacted instantly.
"Hehe."
Yoo Ji-kyeong, now close, looked up at him with an "I knew it" smirk. That smug raccoon-dog grin was straight out of his dream.
"You won't back out now, right, oppa? You're single again anyway."
"Still, jumping into this right after breaking up feels kinda trashy, doesn't it?"
"Hmph. What's a few more days gonna change?"
Seo Joo-hwan frowned. It bugged him that this was happening the day after the breakup, but if they were doing it anyway, waiting a bit longer or not changed nothing—just prolonged the agony. Yoo Ji-kyeong drove the point home with a pout.
"You said you'd give me a reward."
"...Screw it."
"Screw what? ...Mmph? Hehe. Slurp."
Their lips met. She responded eagerly, as if she'd been waiting. Tongues tangled softly before he sucked and pulled away. Seo Joo-hwan sighed with a laugh.
"Guess I'll just be trash then."
Only then did Yoo Ji-kyeong's lips curve in satisfaction.
"Hehe."
Seo Joo-hwan chuckled dryly. It irked him how pleased she was at getting her way. He couldn't take it back now, though. With a smirk, he said,
"Bedroom?"
"Nah."
"...Huh?"
Her unexpected reply tilted his head. Yoo Ji-kyeong went up on tiptoes and pecked his tilted cheek.
"I haven't showered yet. Give me a sec to wash up, then wait nicely, oppa♡"
With that, she dashed to her room, grabbed some panties, and headed to the bathroom.
"Jeez. Stopped by after work and even brought spare underwear. What a lewd raccoon dog."