Chapter 82
I always wake up a bit slowly, so sometimes I catch Yoo Seol-ah mumbling to herself. And of all things, calling me an idiot. Her tone had a hint of cuteness that made me chuckle, but I couldn't just let the next part slide, so I had to tease her about it.
She let out a weird squeak I'd never heard before and jumped in surprise. Back in the day, she was the epitome of iron-blooded coolness, but she's changed a lot lately. Makes my heart feel even lighter.
"But why's it my fault?"
"It just is!..."
"...Hey, my blanket..."
For some reason, she was blushing and wouldn't explain. Unlike her place, my bed's small, so we have to snuggle close, and there's only one blanket. When she yanked it all over herself, my naked body was fully exposed, of course.
...I'd left the AC on last night, and now it was cold.
"...Why's it getting hard again...? Pervert."
"I can't control that. And who's calling who a pervert right now?"
Morning wood really isn't something you can manage. Plus, why does she keep pinning that label on me? If anything, she's the one acting up more. Lately, she fits the succubus vibe perfectly—her whole aura just screams sexy. Her heats hit way too often, like every time we meet, without fail. And it's not just wanting sex; once she's turned on, she transforms completely.
Once that switch flips, her temptations are impossible to resist. The way she strokes my lower half while begging me to massage her inside... no way I could hold back. But now she's acting all shameless, like she forgot—or wants to forget—last night.
"What'd I do? I'm totally normal."
"Guess I misunderstood what 'normal' means then."
"...Eek..."
That's not the only reason I push back hard. If her seductive phase one is the initial onslaught, phase two after some satisfaction kicks in is the real terror. Once she's climaxed a few times, her mind settles, the dirty talk vanishes, and she reverts to her usual shy self—maybe even more embarrassed recalling what she said.
The problem? Her begging to stop is just as hot as her begging to start. It hits my sadistic side dead-on, and I lose all reason. Even she says no but climaxes way faster, squeezing tight inside the moment she peaks after just a few thrusts. That mental high lingers, leaving me feeling totally drained by her the next day.
Yesterday was no different—two rounds nonstop till I came twice. She's peak sexy in heat and post-heat, so yeah, she's just inherently hot.
"What got you so worked up yesterday anyway?"
"Th-that was..."
She trailed off. No clue what triggered it. Not like she sniffed something weird.
"No...! Anyway, it's all your fault."
"......"
She went full denial mode, like she was hiding something. Not like an elementary kid...
Where'd she learn to deflect blame like that?
"...It's really because of you that I'm like this... so you have to take responsibility..."
She always lands these extra hits, so even her tsundere huffing just comes off as cute. Her voice got quieter with embarrassment, the end barely audible. I can't agree I turned her into a pervert, but if she's demanding responsibility...
"Eep?! H-hey, why's it getting bigger?!"
"You said take responsibility."
Two rounds last night, but sleep recharges you some. And she's too adorable right now.
"I meant take responsibility with marriage...!"
Even her excuses are cute, making it harder to hold back. I grabbed her wrists as she clutched the blanket to hide, and she trembled like prey. Avoiding my eyes, she whispered,
"...N-not like yesterday..."
"Then what?"
I gave her an opening, and she wrestled with herself for a second, squeezing my cheeks before planting a quick kiss.
Mwah. Our lips parted with the sound.
"...If you go slow, I like that..."
Blending cuteness and sexiness like that—total Yoo Seol-ah cheat skill.
"Then let's head to my place first?"
"Yeah. I left my clothes there anyway, so I have to."
After one more slow round that morning, we cleaned up roughly with her magic and left my studio. Better to shower properly at her place with the big bathroom. Today was the day our parents would meet for the first time, so we had stuff to discuss.
"It's early, but let's grab brunch. I'm hungry..."
"Figured you would be. I was gonna cook last night, but you..."
"Aaaah... Was something up yesterday...? Anyway, we gotta eat something..."
"...What do you want?"
"Something warm?"
Still early March, not super warm out, so soup sounded good. Quick since we were starving...
"Budae jjigae's safe."
"Budae jjigae? Love it."
She seems to like everything except cucumbers. Gotta train any future kids not to be picky, but if they learn Mom hates cukes...
Back at her studio, as I prepped the budae jjigae, she tied on her apron without fail and peppered me with questions from the side.
"...Should I change my hair color?"
"Nah, my parents won't care. But can you even switch it that easy?"
"Yeah. It's just reapplied from the salon dye, so I can tweak it however."
No roots showing—fancy magic dye. She'd rake in cash just dyeing hair.
"Mom and Dad don't fuss over that stuff anyway. They've met tons of actors and celebs, so weird colors are normal to them."
"Your mom's a hair designer, dad's a music director, right?"
"Yep. Both home today."
She's even thinking hair changes—she really wants to impress.
"...What about tying it up?"
"How? Plain ponytail?"
"Yeah, twin tails might be too much for meeting parents..."
Twin tails on her? Kinda curious. Gotta request that later.
"But you don't have to. It looks great down."
"...Okay."
Her long hair suits her perfectly—no need to fuss. She took my word, dropping the hair talk. Now she was pulling out clothes, agonizing over outfits.
"...Pants? Or skirt?"
"Aren't you overthinking?"
"It's our first meeting."
"We'll see them plenty. Might wear everything in your closet eventually."
Even post-marriage and pre-wedding, we'd hang often. My folks are sociable, already like my sis, and might drag us over annoyingly much. Seol-ah's just that magnetic.
Still fretting, but her usual cute coord would do. I love it, so I dialed in some guidance: beige knit shirt, slightly long skirt. Calm yet cute vibe.
"Done. Let's eat."
"Yeah."
She beamed happily during the meal. After a sip of broth, she said seriously,
"...I can't hold out."
"Huh?"
"I wanna ask to move in today."
"...Just for my cooking?"
"...How'd you know?"
Her tone had that joking lilt—easy guess. If she reacts like this to my food, I'd cook daily.
"...But it's not just the cooking...?"
Fine if it's a joke, but she blushed, worried I'd misunderstand—wanting to live close was obvious. Adorably sweet.