I Like You, But "Huaam..."
I like you, but "Huaam..." I felt the morning sunlight filtering through my tightly shut eyelids and slowly woke up. My head felt clear and refreshed. ...I always feel invigorated starting the day after sleeping with Baek Sion. What is he, some kind of human vitamin? It's weird, but it's the truth, so what can I do?
"......"
He must have been pretty exhausted—he was sleeping soundly. Baek Sion has surprisingly good sleeping habits, so lately when I wake up first, he's always lying there straight as a board. The blanket was a bit rumpled, though, leaving his upper body completely exposed.
His body with just the right amount of lean muscle—perfect to look at.
"Hup..."
I swallowed unconsciously, then quickly turned my head away. The soft blanket touching my skin told me we were both completely naked—not just him, me too. Memories from yesterday started trickling back naturally.
Once at dawn, once during the day, and then at night... ...Did I really go insane?
I could guess why Baek Sion hadn't opened his eyes yet. He'd probably come three times, and I'd gone over ten...
"Haa..."
Sudden heat rushed through me, and I lowered the AC temperature a bit more. The ding of the remote made him stir slightly. When he's sleeping this deeply, there's no mischief on his face—just pure cuteness.
Last night, he was gentle like this soft expression now, not teasing or tormenting me mischievously. But that didn't make the pleasure any less intense. I'd climaxed so many times.
Suddenly, I recalled what Karote had told me about side effects, and my last memory from yesterday got fuzzy. Did I really say that... or was it just a dream?
After showering last night, I was so sleepy I could barely think, so I couldn't tell if it was real or a dream. I'd climaxed over ten times total, soaked in hot water, then crashed—half out of my mind. And I'd even drunk alcohol, making my memory hazy...
"Mm..."
As I thrashed around trying to piece it together—kicking at the blanket—Baek Sion let out a small groan. A moment later, he seemed fully awake, stretching lightly. His eyes still closed, he murmured in a husky voice.
"Sleep well?"
"...Yeah."
What the hell? Why does that sound so sweet? Or... am I just hearing it through some weird filter? It's probably just his morning voice being lower than usual, and he's always asked if I slept well. Nothing to overthink...
When he finally opened his eyes and stared right at me, embarrassment hit hard, and I slapped a pillow over his face.
"Mmph..."
"Stay like that till I get dressed!..."
"......"
I grabbed my underwear from the chair right by the bed and slipped them on, then shook the dust off my dress from the floor and started putting it on. Glancing back, Baek Sion was lying there obediently with the pillow over his face, not peeking. ...Or maybe he was just taking the chance to nap again with his eyes covered...
Checking my phone, it was around 9 a.m. Checkout was at 11, so we had time to lounge. I perched on the edge of the bed and said cautiously.
"Hey, Baek Sion..."
"Yeah."
"J-Just in case... I didn't say anything weird yesterday, right...?"
Yoo Seol-ah was saying it with extreme embarrassment—embarrassment that felt oddly excessive. Yesterday, she'd said so many weird things, pouring them out to the point where picking one was impossible. It was a day so packed it felt endless.
Starting from our afternoon sex, normal talk was basically nonexistent. She'd even declared us married to her cousin sister and Baek Sia for the first time on the phone. And her "I like you" right before sleep was the crowning touch.
Seeing her embarrassed like this, she was probably referring to that... I answered in my usual tone.
"You didn't say much."
"R-Really?"
She let out a sigh of relief over that. It was hard not to laugh, but I played along with the act.
"Yeah. You said something before sleep, I think... but I was so sleepy, I don't really remember."
"...Reaaally?"
"Why? Got something to say?"
She started fidgeting obviously. She'd probably realized she'd actually said it and was hoping I didn't remember.
"N-No, it's... not that important."
"Oh?"
"......"
Her hesitation was kinda cute. I brushed off the pillow she'd put on me and said,
"Weird. It felt pretty important..."
"......Hey!"
She'd been sitting with her back to me but whipped around in shock, trembling. It was quite the sight.
"Y-You heard it all, so why...!"
"You pretended not to know first. And I didn't lie at the start."
"What are you talking about...! You said I didn't say anything weird earlier!"
"'Cause it wasn't weird."
Saying "I like you" isn't weird, right? But hearing that, her neck and ears turned bright red.
"Wh-Wh-What do you mean..."
"We've known all along—we just hadn't said it out loud."
Calling each other husband and fiancée already crossed that line; we'd just avoided those exact words. She looked so shaken she was almost pitiful.
"...Then you say it too."
"Say what?"
"That you like me!..."
Suddenly throwing a tantrum like that, I slyly reached for my phone.
"Don't dodge—say it quick...!"
Her plan was clearly not to be embarrassed alone. Sure, I like her plenty, but I wasn't gonna let her win that easily.
I quickly opened the recorder app, hid the phone under the blanket, and said,
"You say it first. Then I will."
"Why? I already did yesterday..."
"Yeah, but if I didn't remember, you'd pretend it never happened. Can't let that slide."
"......"
She's got that unreal beauty, but glaring at me fiercely like that and still looking pretty? Incredible.
"Don't wanna? Fine then."
"Eek..."
1-vs-0 and 2-vs-1 are both one-sided, but feel different—so she had no choice. She sighed deeply, eyes darting around, and I secretly hit record.
"...I..."
Honestly, even I'd struggle in her shoes, but watching her squirm is too fun. As long as it's not me.
"...like you..."
Her voice trembled with a mix of grievance and shame, barely finishing. I stopped recording, pulled out the phone, maxed the volume, and hit play. Her voice clearly saying "I like you" echoed through the room.
"...Gonna set this as my alarm."
She gave me a puzzled look when I grabbed the phone, then realized and started whacking me with the pillow in front.
"You jerk! Why'd you record that!!"
I couldn't hold back laughter anymore—it was impossible. I pocketed the phone quick so she couldn't delete the precious file, then just took the pillow hits without blocking.
Since the weapon was a pillow, she went all out, but she tired first, panting hard. Then she snapped in a super pouty tone.
"I really freaking hate you, Baek Sion!..."
If I didn't keep this promise, she'd sulk forever, so no skipping. Better not hesitate if I had to anyway.
"...I like you, Yoo Seol-ah."
It took major embarrassment and cringe, but she took damage several times worse. She'd frozen mid-tantrum.
She'd told me to say it, but...
"Ugh... Uh, ah..."
...Did I break her? She mumbled nonsense like she was glitching, then froze again. I could've sworn steam was rising from her head, though I couldn't see it.
She already knew, but reacting this hard? Though my heart was pounding like crazy too—different hearing it straight from the source. Both saying and hearing are tough; can't do this often. Especially hard on the heart.
The promise we'd made last night came together faster than expected. Baek Sia had a schedule in the evening, so we set lunch and left the motel.
As relatively free freshmen, we could match the exam-prep student's schedule. Probably eat then hit a cafe, so we agreed to meet midway on the tree-lined street full of restaurants. We were closer, so we went ahead to wait.
"S-So... where is she?"
"Almost here. Like five minutes?"
I patted Yoo Seol-ah's tense shoulders—she looked like she was pre-interview. Kinda like an interview, but no need to stress that much.
"Ugh..."
Where'd the confident "I'll lead like a big sis" from last time go? I've known Baek Sia for over a decade, so I knew—no worries needed, like I kept saying.
"Ah, there she is."
I spotted Baek Sia in the distance, waved, and she hurried over, stopping in front of us.
Yoo Seol-ah greeted first in a shaky voice.
"...H-Hi..."
"......"
But Baek Sia said nothing. Thinking she'd been ignored, Yoo Seol-ah trembled and glanced up at me—but nah.
"...Approved."
See? Told you—no need to worry; she goes nuts for pretty people.