Chapter 8: Should I Try Using It? Is It Really That Good?♥
Chapter 8: Should I Try Using It? Is It Really That Good?♥
"...!"
My eyes snapped open. I could feel the urge. As usual, I tensed my arms to push myself up. A sharp pain shot through me, making my forehead automatically scrunch up.
'So sore...'
It would've been a relief if only one arm was sore. But both were aching.
'How long has it been since I've been this stiff?'
My memory was fuzzy. I hadn't experienced muscle soreness since starting yoga. Slowly moving my arms to help loosen the muscles, I looked out the window.
'Is it dawn?'
The gradual lightening of the sky confirmed it was definitely morning.
'First, the bathroom...'
"Ugh."
As soon as I got out of bed, my face automatically contorted. Both my legs were stiff too. And my lower abdomen ached simultaneously.
'Did we go too hard last night...?'
There was only one reason for the pain. Sex with oppa. And not just once either. We'd mixed our bodies together until he came five times.
'If we'd done any more, I wouldn't have been able to get up at all.'
It was disappointing we didn't have condoms, but thinking about it now, it was probably for the best.
'Still, it felt good.'
No regrets. Leaning against the wall, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. A trip that normally took less than 10 seconds felt endlessly long today.
Somehow, I made it to the bathroom.
"Haa..."
Sitting on the toilet, I caught my breath. I'd never felt so relieved to be here before.
'How am I supposed to go to school like this?'
Skipping wasn't an option. The professor took attendance very seriously for grading.
'If it's too hard, I'll just take a taxi.'
After flushing, I struggled to stand up. As I washed my hands at the sink, I suddenly noticed something.
'What the...?'
Bluish marks dotted my collarbone and nape. They stood out starkly against my pale skin.
'Did oppa leave all these?'
There was no one else who could have. Last night, he'd bitten and sucked all over my body. Lifting my shirt, I checked my chest. True to where he'd focused his attention, the bluish marks were concentrated there.
'If Mom had seen me...'
She probably would've interrogated me until I confessed. It was lucky she hadn't. First, I needed to assess the damage.
'They're even here. Just how much did oppa bite and suck...?'
Beyond the clearly visible marks on my neck and collarbone, there were more on my shoulders, shoulder blades, and even the back of my neck.
'They won't fade... How am I supposed to cover these?'
The first solution that came to mind was makeup. It would look the most natural. But the major downside was that it could sweat off.
'Should I use bandages?'
If I used bandages, I'd have to plaster them all over. People would definitely find that weird.
'I could just say I'm sick.'
That at least had some plausibility. No need to worry about makeup rubbing off either. Though perceptive people might still notice, there was nothing to be done about that.
It was too late to completely remove the marks now.
'First, a shower. Then bandages.'
Grabbing a change of clothes, I undressed. With nothing covering me, the marks oppa had left on my body were even more visible.
Staring at the marks on my bare chest, I recalled last night—how oppa had feverishly explored my breasts and nipples.
'Pervert oppa...'
Crossing my legs, I moved my hand downward to the area he'd touched so lewdly yesterday. The moment I made contact, I winced.
Instead of the mind-numbing pleasure I'd felt before, there was only a stinging pain.
'I'll have to hold off until it heals.'
It was disappointing, but health came first.
After showering, I stepped into the living room, treading as quietly as possible.
'6 AM... Mom's probably still asleep, right?'
She usually woke at 7, so she was definitely still sleeping.
'The bandages... should be here.'
Kneeling in front of the drawer where we kept medical supplies, I rummaged through ointments for wounds, band-aids, and emergency medicines until I found them.
'Got it.'
Just as I was about to pull them out, a voice came from beside me. Without thinking, I turned to look.
"What are you doing?"
"Eek?!"
I locked eyes with Mom, who was staring at me like a ghost. Without meaning to, I let out a shriek and quickly covered my mouth.
Mom looked utterly bewildered.
"?"
"Wh-why are you up so early?"
"I was worried about my daughter coming home late without even a call yesterday. Guess I didn't sleep well."
Was this what they meant by feeling stabbed by guilt? It was obviously about me. I laughed awkwardly.
"Haha... Sorry about that."
"Just call next time."
"Okay."
It seemed she'd let it slide since I'd made it home safely.
"By the way, are you hurt somewhere?"
Her scrutinizing gaze made me instinctively cover my neck while pretending to massage it.
"I didn't sleep well, so my neck hurts. I was going to put on a bandage."
"How did you sleep to end up like that? Want me to put it on for you?"
A chill ran down my spine. The whole point of the bandages was to hide the marks from people. If Mom applied them, she'd definitely find out.
"N-no, it's fine. Putting on a bandage isn't hard. You should get more sleep."
Grabbing the bandages, I retreated to my room, trying to act as natural as possible.
"Phew..."
Closing the door, I let out a sigh.
'I thought my heart would drop.'
Patting my chest, I sat at the vanity.
'Now to cover these up.'
After applying the bandages as naturally as possible, I headed to school.
To cut to the chase—I got caught. The moment I ran into Seo-eun.
'I'm dead.'
My eyelids felt heavy. It was a miracle I'd made it through the workday. Splashing water on my face, I walked the familiar path home. The familiar building soon came into view.
'If home had been any farther, I would've given up.'
I didn't want to think about anything else. I just wanted to get home and sleep. Climbing the stairs to the rooftop, I spotted a package right by the door.
'What's this? I didn't order anything.'
If I had, I would've gotten a notification. No matter how tired I was, I wouldn't have forgotten ordering something.
Picking up the box, I checked the shipping label.
[Recipient | Ju Ha-rin]
[Address: Seoul... Unit 401]
[※Handle with Care※]
'Wrong address. This is Ha-rin's.'
At first, I thought the delivery person might have made a mistake, but it was my address. It was strange—Ha-rin had never messed up her address before.
I sent her a message.
[Ha-rin]
<Ha-rin.>
Within seconds, the "1" notification disappeared. A reply came almost instantly. She must've been on her phone.
[What's up, ahjussi?]
Just yesterday, she'd been calling me "oppa" and acting cute. I decided not to bring it up.
<Did you order something?>
<Sent a photo.>
<You sent it to my place by mistake?>
[Oh.]
I was about to send a message telling her to come pick it up when—
[That's a gift. It arrived already?]
'Since when did she get me a gift?'
It wasn't Valentine's Day or my birthday.
<What is it?>
[Open it and see for yourself.]
<Thanks, anyway.>
'What is this?'
From the outside, there were no clues. The shipping label didn't specify the contents either. Carrying the box inside, I grabbed a utility knife.
"Food?"
Hoping for the best, I opened the box—and immediately frowned. Japanese text was printed on the packaging, along with the numbers "0.01," which meant nothing to me.
"? What is this?"
Identical packages filled the box. While the outer wrapping gave no hints, the individually wrapped contents inside were unmistakable.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
The packaging looked just like what we'd used up five of yesterday. And judging by the slick texture inside, it was 100% condoms.
'How many did she order?'
Counting them, there were 10 boxes, each containing 5 condoms. I grabbed my phone.
<Ha-rin?>
[Did you see them?]
She must've been waiting, because the reply came instantly. Even though I couldn't see her face, I could practically hear her grinning.
<Are you trying to kill me?>
[Aw, you seemed plenty healthy yesterday^^]
I had a lot to say about yesterday. A week's worth of pent-up desire, plus it being my first time with a woman.
[Not like you have to use them all in one day.]
[Keep them somewhere safe. We'll need them soon♥]
'Since when was she like this?'
I couldn't help but laugh. Not that I had any reason to stop her. I'd enjoyed it too.
[I'm going to bed first. I'm exhausted.]
<Sleep well.>
[You too, oppa.]
'At least she called me "oppa" at the end.'
The corner of my mouth twitched upward. "Oppa" sounded much better than "ahjussi."
'Condoms aren't cheap, though.'
I remembered being shocked by the price when I'd bought the ones we used yesterday. Imported brands would be even pricier.
I looked it up.
'Wow, these are expensive. Must be because they're ultra-thin.'
Even for me, with a steady income, the price was steep. For Ha-rin, a student without a reliable income, it must've been a burden.
'I should send her the money.'
About 10 seconds after transferring the amount, a notification popped up.
[Ju Ha-rin]
[?]
[What's this money for?]
'I thought she was going to sleep.'
I replied.
<For the condoms. Must've been a lot for you. Let's just say I bought them.>
[Instead of that, buy me something tasty. When I want it.]
[I won't accept it.]
At this point, it was clear she wouldn't take the money.
"Not like it's a hard request to fulfill."
<If you're okay with that, sure.>
[It's a promise then.]
The "when I want it" part made me uneasy, but I let it go.
<Sure.>
For better or worse, Wednesday and Thursday passed without incident.
"I'm heading out first. Wrap things up here."
"Have a good night."
"See you next week."
"I'm leaving too."
"Take care."
The team leader waved as he left the office first. Others gradually trickled out after him.
'Should I go too?'
Gathering my things, I stood up. My eyes landed on Do Seo-yun, who was still at her desk.
'It's Friday—mood's good. Maybe I'll ask.'
"Not leaving yet?"
"Ah, this thing just won't cooperate."
"What's the issue?"
I glanced at the Excel sheet on her monitor.
"The formula won't apply properly here."
"Is this the function you're trying to use?"
I demonstrated once. Her eyes widened in amazement as she looked up at me.
"Yeah, exactly! How'd you do that?"
Maybe it was because she was naturally beautiful, but the effect was devastating.
"You can tweak it like this—easy. Give it a try."
"Hold on."
"See? Works, right?"
"It really does... Thank you, Senior."
Her grateful expression reminded me of when I was a newbie.
"Don't mention it. Time to head out."
"Right, right."
Clearly in a better mood now that her problem was solved, she shut down her computer with a smile.
"I'll go first. Have a good weekend."
"You too! Enjoy your weekend."
Stepping into the elevator, I savored the Friday evening commute—probably the best moment of the week.
'What should I do this weekend?'
Just then, my pocket vibrated. Pulling out my phone, I saw:
[Ju Ha-rin]
[Ahjussi.]
[Working late today?]
<Nope, just left.>
[Then buy me dinner.]
[You didn't forget, right? You promised to treat me when I wanted.]
<Didn't forget. What do you feel like eating?>
[Chicken.]
[Got it.]
Images of crispy chicken legs popped into my head—the tender texture, the dripping grease. A Friday night spent happily devouring chicken didn't sound bad at all.
The thought quickened my steps. Maybe it was the light mood, but I reached home in no time. Heading upstairs—
'Should I change first, then text her?'
I was nearly at the rooftop when—
"You're here?"
"Whoa—scared me."
Ha-rin's sudden appearance nearly gave me a heart attack.
"I was going to text you. You're already here."
"Got bored at home."
Her outfit registered naturally—a black cotton T-shirt and short dolphin shorts. Those milky-white thighs I'd groped endlessly on Monday filled my vision.
'Don't think weird thoughts.'
I shook my head slightly to dispel the distractions.
"Were you waiting long?"
"Just got here."
"Ah. Wanna eat inside or out?"
"Inside. We can watch TV too."
Fine by me. I punched in the passcode and unlocked the door.
"Come in."
"Thanks for having me."
"You haven't ordered the chicken yet, right?"
Hanging up my coat, I asked.
"Nope, wasn't sure where we'd eat."
"Any place you're craving?"
"It's been a while since Golden Olive."
"Just drumsticks?"
"The best."
I placed the order through a delivery app.
"Done."
"How long did they say?"
"An hour."
"That's late."
"Must be dinnertime rush."
Nodding, I stretched my arms overhead. My sleeves slid down, nearly revealing my armpits. I forced myself to look away.
"By the way, where'd you put the gift I gave you?"
"Which one?"
"The condoms."
"Oh, they're right here."
Opening the drawer, I showed her. Ha-rin stepped closer and took the box from my hands.
"How'd you know to buy these, anyway?"
"Looked them up. They're popular—people say they're good because they're thin."
I hadn't expected such a direct answer.
"Should we try them? See if they're really that good♥?"
Tearing open the packaging, she reached for my crotch. Her playful smile carried a lewd edge.
"Already hard♥ We...♥ Oppa♥"
"Come here."
Now I was sure—she'd come over to have sex.
Pulling Ha-rin close by the waist, I'd held back long enough. In one motion, I seated her on my lap. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I yanked it up.
"W-wait♥"
Before she could protest—
Into view came the milky-white lower abdomen I'd seen on Monday, the sexy line of her navel, and above it, black lace lingerie.
"Wow. These panties..."
"Didn't plan to show you so soon...♥ Like them?"
Embarrassed, her face—no, her entire ears—flushed red.
"Need you ask?"
"Mmm...♥"
Our lips met. Ha-rin parted hers eagerly, as if she'd been waiting. Tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva.
Smooch♥ Squish♥ Haa♥ Ngh♥ Slurp♥ Suck♥ Chup♥ Mmm♥
Only our mingled breaths, the wet sounds of kissing, and soft moans filled the air.
It's Ha-rin.