Childhood Friend Jo Minji
I hurried home and called Park Seoyun right away. Luckily, she hadn’t boarded the plane yet.
“It’s a month at the shortest, two months at the longest, she says. My parents have really made up their minds.”
“Uh… um… yeah. Have a safe trip.”
I wanted to tell her not to go even now, but that wouldn’t have been right. ‘Seoyun noona didn’t even read the contract properly… she’s probably forgotten all about that clause.’
I’d called to subtly test the waters in case she remembered, but it seemed there was no need. Her voice was completely lit up with the excitement of travel. She didn’t have the mental space to worry about any contract.
“I’m so excited! I’ll buy tons of delicious things! Souvenirs too! Oh! If I find a pretty spot I’ll video-call you!”
As long as she didn’t declare any intention to follow through on that particular clause, everything should be fine. Even if she did remember, I could slowly talk her around later. Pregnancy was something she needed to think about seriously, after all.
“You quit your job today, right? Aww… you should’ve done it sooner… I begged Mom to let me take you with us, but she said no because you had work…”
“Haha. Don’t worry about me—just have an amazing time. I’ll call you whenever the time difference works out. I’m hanging up now.”
“Okayyy~ Bye~”
Click.
“Whew…”
I let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the sofa, tension draining from my body. It had been my last commute from the company I’d worked at for years, yet I hadn’t even had time to feel sentimental before rushing straight home like this.
“Who was that?”
“Just an older sister I know. She’s heading off on a trip to Europe.”
While I was catching my breath, Yang Ara handed me a glass of homemade iced tea with floating ice and yellow peaches.
“Here. Our Junyoung’s favorite iced tea.”
I had moved in with Yang Ara. I had to pump her breasts every single day, after all. Min Chaeseul had set it up under the pretext of me nursing her condition.
‘That old man… he really just left.’
I hadn’t even needed to touch Yang Ara’s husband much afterward. He had walked out on his own two feet.
Does not find it strange that Kim Junyoung is stepping forward for Yang Ara’s treatment.
Fully entrusts Yang Ara’s treatment to Kim Junyoung.
“You’re really going to take care of Ara…? Well, that’s perfect. Ha, hahaha! Then… I, uh, um… I might need to move out for a while, so until Ara gets better, we’ll live separately… Ahem!”
The man who was supposedly such a devoted husband had left of his own accord. The Skip Men skill was working perfectly.
“Hoorok. Kyaah…”
As expected from Yang Ara. It was the best iced tea I had ever tasted in my life.
“A trip to Europe… I’m jealous… Must be a wealthy family?”
“That noona was sick for a long time. But she’s gotten better now, so her parents decided to really spoil their daughter.”
“Ah…! I see…”
I pulled Yang Ara into my arms. Or rather, I buried my face into her chest and let her hold me.
Soft—
“Noona, do you want to go too?”
A warm hand gently stroked my head.
“I want to go so, so much. But there’s the money, my husband’s schedule, and my body…”
I kissed her on the lips.
“Once you’re better, let’s go together. I’ll take you.”
“Junyoung…”
Yang Ara looked at me with deeply moved eyes. It was the same gentle gaze a mother gives her young son when he confidently declares, “I’m going to make lots of money and spoil you, Mom!”
I rubbed my face against the soft expanse of her chest and teased her nipple.
Pssht!
“Ah…♡”
Stimulated, milk began to flow.
“Looks like your mommy-bags are completely full. Want me to suck them?”
“Hey! What’s with ‘mommy-bags’! ……Yes, please suck them…?”
I took a big bite of her lush, voluptuous breast.
“Chuuuup…”
“Ah♡ Aah…♡”
Enjoying the warm hand that kept stroking my hair, I drank her milk.
After draining Yang Ara’s milk once, it was already seven o’clock.
Ring ring—
It was Jo Minji.
“What.”
“I want malatang!”
“Yeah, I’m on my way.”
When the two of us craved a ton of delivery food, we would use each other as an excuse. Lately I’d been living with Min Chaeseul and Yang Ara, so she hadn’t called me for that.
“And drinks! Summersby Apple!”
“No way. That’s too strong for you. You’re drinking Isul Talk Talk.”
Jo Minji was absolutely terrible with alcohol. One regular beer like Summersby and she’d be blackout drunk. ‘If you get drunk… it’s really inconvenient for me.’
Her drunk behavior was vicious. She would cling to me and act all cute, and every single time the impulse to just pin her down and ravish her surged up so strongly it scared me. The silver lining was that she only drank with me. And even if she drank with others, that particular drunken habit only appeared when she was alone with me.
‘Besides, my condition has been weird lately. Jo Minji absolutely cannot get drunk for the time being.’
I still hadn’t done any work on her at all. If she suddenly ended up pregnant… it wouldn’t end with mere inconvenience.
“You wanna die? Noona doesn’t drink that kid stuff. Buy the Summersby while I’m still asking nicely.”
“Not happening. I’ll be the one drinking Summersby. You get Isul Talk Talk, you crybaby bitch.”
“I’ll bite your dick off.”
Oh… that’s hot.
“Hanging up.”
“Summersby…!”
Click.
I threw on a light coat. Borrowing Min Chaeseul’s car felt awkward, so I decided on a taxi.
“Noona, I’m eating dinner out tonight.”
“Okay~ Eat something delicious~”
Beep beep beep beep.
Ring—
I entered the passcode and stepped inside.
“You’re here.”
“Welcome back.”
Jo Minji was lying on the mat wearing a white short-sleeve shirt and dolphin shorts. The pink bra underneath was faintly visible. She must have just gotten off work and showered—her hair and skin still held a hint of moisture. The scent of baby powder was strong.
“Just got off work? Poor little wage slave.”
“Dirty bourgeois bastard.”
“Since this bourgeois is paying, order plenty of extra meat.”
I hung my coat on the wall hook.
“Oh yes! Add rice cakes too?”
“Do it. And put in lots of bok choy.”
“Ugh.”
“Don’t take it out like last time. I’ll kill you.”
“Fiiine…”
Still lying face-down on the mat, she wiggled her legs while placing the order.
“Extra meat~ extra rice cakes~”
Her waist was incredibly slim. Yet the ass below it was plump. Her thighs looked thick in comparison because everything else was so slender. Overall she had a slender frame, but every part that should stand out did. It was like someone had brought a perfectly proportioned doll to life. Truly a cheat body.
I lay down using her butt as a pillow. The baby-powder scent grew even stronger.
“…Sniff sniff.”
It wasn’t me. She was the one sniffing.
“Sniff… sniff sniff…”
“Got a cold? Why have you been sniffing nonstop?”
“……It’s nothing.”
She held her tongue with a strange expression.
The food arrived. I cracked open a Summersby can and poured it into my glass, then filled hers with Isul Talk Talk.
“Alright, let’s eat~”
“…”
It had been a while since I last had malatang. I lifted my chopsticks and moved to clink glasses with her when—
“Huh?”
Jo Minji was refilling her glass. The liquid wasn’t Isul Talk Talk. It was Summersby. Then she downed it in one go again.
“Gulp, gulp… Haa!”
“…”
This was awkward. Should I activate Azoospermia just to be safe?
“Huu… What? Got a problem?”
She said that and then scooped up every last piece of bok choy on the table and swallowed it in one bite.
“What are you doing? You hate bok choy.”
“Fuck… I asked if you had a problem!”
“I don’t have a problem, but… why is she acting like this today?”
She filled her glass with Summersby again and downed it.
Was this girl actually crazy? I was going to have to steel myself and endure tonight.
‘Maybe I should slip into the bathroom and jerk off once?’
I set my chopsticks down and stood up.
“Gonna use the bathroom real quick.”
“Sit.”
“Huh?”
Jo Minji slammed her glass down with a loud clack.
“I said sit…”
I was screwed. Her tongue was already slurring. First things first—I had to snatch the beer can away before she drank any more.
“Give me that.”
“Fuck off.”
Now she was chugging straight from the can. Had she really lost her mind?
‘Today… it’s not even her period, is it?’
Her last period was two weeks ago… Wait a second.
‘…Today’s her ovulation day.’
Was there some connection between ovulation and mood swings?
“Sniff sniff… sniff, sniff sniff… Haa…”
Jo Minji openly sniffed at me, then let out a long sigh. Her cheeks were flushed bright red from the alcohol, but her eyes had gone cold and dark as they fixed on me.
“Hey.”
“…What.”
Suddenly a chill ran down my spine.
“……”
“…If you called me, then say something.”
“…”
“…”
My mouth went dry for no reason. She stared straight into my eyes with a look that seemed… off somehow, then spoke.
“You. What exactly is your relationship with that big-breasted woman?”