Chapter 11: It Feels Like It's Not Enough♥
Chapter 11: It Feels Like It's Not Enough♥
I opened the front door. The moment I did, the savory aroma of fried chicken wafted toward me. I glanced down beside the door—there it was, the chicken.
'Thank god it's still here.'
My worry that someone might have taken it had been pointless. I picked up the chicken and stepped inside.
'It's probably gone cold by now.'
I placed my hand on the box. It wasn't icy, but only faintly warm. Well, that was my fault for not checking sooner.
After setting the chicken on the dining table, I approached the bed. Ha-rin was still lying face down.
"Ha-rin. Get up and wash up. The chicken's here."
"... Chicken's here?"
"Yeah. Go wash up in the bathroom."
She rolled onto her back and stretched out her arms. The sight of her chest and stomach—the same ones I'd touched earlier—filled my vision.
"What are you doing?"
"Can't you tell?"
"You want me to hold your hand?"
I reached out.
"Not that."
She dodged my hand and stretched her arms out again. Finally, it clicked. I bent down and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Took you long enough. Dummy oppa♥"
The moment I felt the soft press of her chest against me, she went limp in my arms.
"How was I supposed to know right away?"
"That's why you're a dummy♥"
I lifted her off the bed.
"Go wash up in the bathroom."
"Yeah, yeah."
She walked into the bathroom. Watching her go, I finally moved to put on the underwear and shirt I'd discarded earlier.
'Might as well get the food ready.'
It wasn't hard. Just taking out two plates, the chicken, pickled radish, and dipping sauce.
'Now to clean up.'
First, I gathered the clothes strewn across the floor and bed—some damp, some still dry.
'Most of Ha-rin's clothes are soaked.'
Probably because she'd left them on the bed after taking them off.
'Better ask.'
"Ha-rin."
I called out loudly toward the bathroom. The sound of running water stopped, and the door cracked open just enough for her head to peek out.
"What?"
"Your clothes are wet. Should I toss them in the washer or just hang them to dry?"
"Wash them."
But washing the clothes she'd worn here posed a problem—what would she wear afterward?
"You didn't bring a change of clothes, did you?"
"Nope."
Figured.
"I'll lend you some of mine. They'll be big on you, though."
"Then thanks."
"Finish washing up."
I opened the drawer where I kept my folded clothes.
'Better give her the smallest ones.'
I grabbed a T-shirt and shorts and headed back to the bathroom.
"I'll leave the clothes right outside."
"Okay. Thanks."
I resumed cleaning. Wiping the damp floor with a rag. Stripping the wet sheets off the bed and tossing them into the laundry basket.
Once I replaced them with fresh sheets, I was done.
'Guess I'll wait sitting down.'
I took a seat and picked up my phone, checking for any important messages I might've missed. Just then, the sound of running water stopped.
'Must be done.'
About a minute later, the bathroom door creaked open. From the rustling sounds, she was getting dressed.
"The clothes aren't too big, are they?"
"Nah. They're fine."
"Good."
"Should I throw the towel in the washer too?"
"Yeah. But don't start it yet. I'll run it after I shower."
"Got it."
Ha-rin emerged, dressed in my shirt and shorts. True to their size, the neckline sagged, exposing one shoulder and her collarbone. The shorts made her legs look even slimmer beneath the hem.
But what really drew my eyes was her chest. Without a bra, her nipples stood out prominently. I forced myself to look away.
"All done?"
"Yep. Your turn, oppa."
"Alright. You must be hungry—go ahead and eat first."
Grabbing the clothes I'd set aside, I headed into the bathroom. The air was still humid from the steam. Stripping down, I stepped under the hot shower.
"Haaah..."
'This is the life.'
The fatigue from the day melted away as I lathered shampoo into my hair. Then, with body wash, I scrubbed off the sweat and other sticky residues.
'So refreshing. So damn refreshing.'
I stepped out, towel-drying my hair. The moment I opened the bathroom door, steam rushed out, carrying with it the mouthwatering scent of chicken.
There was another sound too.
'What's that?'
After tossing the towel and laundry into the washer, I approached the dining table. Ha-rin was sitting there, watching me.
"What'd you do? Smells amazing."
"I reheated the chicken in the air fryer. It was too cold."
'Right. The air fryer.'
I hadn't even thought of using it.
"You didn't eat yet?"
"I wanted to eat with you. You are the host."
"Oh... Touching. Hold on—let me just start the washer."
"Okay."
I closed the washer and pressed the buttons.
'Might as well use the dryer too.'
I usually avoided the dryer on weekdays since I couldn't take the clothes out immediately, but weekends were different. Plus, air-drying took too long.
The machine whirred to life as I pressed start. Returning to the table, I took my seat.
"Aah... I'm dead."
"You sound like an old man."
"Just call me 'old man' then."
"What? No way."
I reached for the chicken, only to pull my hand back immediately.
"Ow! Why's it so hot?"
Grabbing it without thinking made it feel even hotter.
"It just came out of the fryer. Ow! Hot...!"
"You too, huh?"
This time, I braced myself before picking it up. Still hot, but bearable.
After transferring a piece to my plate, I let go.
'Hot. So hot.'
But I wasn't giving up. After a few attempts, we finally managed to grab a drumstick each.
"Thanks for the meal, oppa."
"Yeah, enjoy."
I took a big bite. The crispy, slightly soggy coating gave way to tender meat inside.
'Still tasty, though not as good as fresh out of the fryer.'
It wasn't bad—how could it be after all that exertion earlier? Just a little disappointing. I finished the remaining meat off the bone.
'Beer sounds good right now.'
The greasy food made me crave something crisp and cold.
"Oppa."
"Hm?"
"You got beer?"
"Yeah, I've got some."
I remembered there were about four left.
"Wanna have one each?"
"One each?"
"It's the weekend tomorrow anyway."
Getting drunk wouldn't be an issue—no work. It was a devil's temptation. Sweet and impossible to refuse.
"Alright, let's have one."
I grabbed two cans from the fridge.
"Here."
"Thanks."
Handing her one, I popped mine open. The hiss of carbonation and the distinct beer aroma hit me instantly. My mouth watered.
"Cheers?"
She held out her can toward me.
"Cheers."
No reason to refuse. We clinked cans and drank. The carbonation burned down my throat, making me wince.
"Haaah..."
"Huuuh..."
"So good."
"Right?"
We tore into the chicken, washing it down with beer.
Between swapping funny stories from Tuesday till now, time flew. I glanced at the clock.
[10:42 PM]
The beer cans had been empty for a while, and only chicken bones remained. The alcohol was hitting me now.
'Is it the buzz, or can I just not look away?'
Her nipples, visible through the shirt. I tried to ignore them, but my eyes kept drifting back.
'Should I stop? The laundry's still in the wash.'
From the sound of it, the machine hadn't even reached the drying cycle yet.
"Hey, Ha-rin."
"... Yeah?"
Her delayed response told me she was feeling it too.
"You sure it's fine staying out late? The laundry's gonna take a while to dry."
"Doesn't matter."
She must've had a plan, given how quickly she dismissed it.
"I... told them I was staying over. At Seo-eun's place."
"Seo-eun?"
I knew her. How couldn't I? She was Ha-rin's best friend since high school, now in the same college. I'd met her a few times too.
"Yeah..."
Sounded like she'd lied to her mom about where she was. Without thinking, my gaze dropped—because Ha-rin had stretched her foot out, sliding it up my leg.
"To do♥ all kinds of dirty things with oppa♥"
"And that still wasn't enough?"
"Says the one who♥"
She crossed her arms, pushing her chest together. The cleavage peeking from beneath her collarbone was impossible to ignore.
"Seems like it's not enough♥ The way you can't take your eyes off my chest♥"
She tapped my crotch—more precisely, my dick. Of course, it hardened instantly from the stimulation.
"This guy♥ got hard too♥"
"You started it."
"Who... says♥?"
I scooped her up in a princess carry and laid her on the bed.
"Hee♥"
Her arms stayed locked around my neck as she pulled my face closer. Like a baby bird begging for food, she puckered her lips.
I crashed mine against hers. Just like on Monday, the scent of alcohol lingered. But it didn't last—no, it was quickly drowned out by saliva.
Mwah♥ Mmh♥ Slurp♥ Schlick♥ Chup♥
No need for exploration this time. Our tongues tangled thickly as my hand slid downward—toward those ample breasts.
The fabric dulled the sensation, but only slightly.
After a few squeezes, I slipped my hand under her shirt.
"Haaah♥"
Her shoulders trembled—whether from excitement or surprise, I didn't care. I groped her fully.
'The texture's insane.'
Her stiff nipple pressed against my palm.
'Wonder how her pussy's doing.'
My hand traveled lower, over smooth skin—until it met the shorts. Without hesitation, I slid my fingers beneath the waistband.
"Hnngh♥"
The humid air inside confirmed she wasn't wearing panties. My fingers brushed against her pubic hair, then lower—her clit and pussy.
'No wonder it's so wet.'
A light rub over her outer lips drew out even more arousal fluid. At the same time, her tongue grew more aggressive.
After about a minute of teasing her folds, I pulled back.
"Hah...♥ Haaah...♥ Oppa♥"
"Hold on."
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I tugged it upward. It snagged around her chest before finally coming off.
Her breasts, weighed down by gravity, spilled free. Along with those pretty nipples.
Next, I yanked her shorts down.
Damp pubic hair, her clit, milky thighs, and pink pussy came into view one after another.
'Hard to hold back.'
Just seeing her stripped down to nothing made it impossible to resist. I tore off my own shirt and shorts—and underwear.
My fully erect dick was sheathed in a condom.
"Going in."
"Yeah♥"
I gripped her waist and pulled her toward me. Her lips parted, and the tip slid in.
Squelch♥
"Hngh... ah♥"
Her chin tilted up as her back arched, making her chest bounce.
Even through the slight pain, she smirked up at me with that signature teasing look.
Who wouldn't get turned on by that?
I crushed my lips against hers again, tongues tangling.
Mwah♥ Mmh♥ Slurp♥ Schlick♥ Chup♥