Chapter 85
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Thorough Cleaning Every Inch
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"Ugh..."
I finally gave in to her sharp threat and stood up from my spot.
I was covering myself with my hands as best I could, but there was no hiding my raging erection.
Yoon Joo-young stared at my crotch and clicked her tongue.
"Men like you... total perverts."
"Ugh..."
"Hands off. Now."
Shwaaa—
She aimed the showerhead right at my face and unleashed the spray.
"Ub!"
Caught off guard by the sudden jet, I yanked my hand away from my dick to shield my face.
'Oh shit.'
In the end, I'd shown it all to Joo-young... Falling for such a cheap trick.
She readjusted the nozzle and blasted my dick next.
"You've already got videos of you buck naked. What's the point of hiding now? Forgotten how you blew your load all over my foot? Give me one good reason."
"Ugh..."
She had me dead to rights. No comeback possible. Just thinking back to that day made my cheeks burn with shame.
If those videos ever leaked... I'd be done for.
Twitch—
The thought of that future had my dick throbbing on its own, ass clenching tight.
Joo-young eyed my rock-hard erection, even under the stream, and remarked,
"Damn thing's healthy as hell, huh, you little freak."
"..."
She spent a moment hosing down my dick, just staring at it, before asking,
"Speaking of... what went down in that parallel world last time?"
"H-Huh?"
Where'd that come from?
"I'm asking if something happened."
"N-Nothing special..."
Truth was, it was insanely special. The demon king's castle and cyberpunk worlds were wild, but Lady Heaven took the cake.
But no way could I spill it straight. How do you tell her you got to a futanari world and had your ass reamed by a white-haired bombshell with a strap-on?
"...You were in the parallel world, and your dick was standing straight up, just like now?"
Joo-young tapped my erection with her finger.
"What'd you get up to over there?"
Her glare was pure cheated-on girlfriend vibes. Under that scary stare, I stammered,
"I-It wasn't like that. Guys get morning wood when they wake up... Totally natural."
I threw up the morning wood shield to prove my innocence.
Absolutely not from getting ass-fucked in the parallel world.
"..."
She mulled it over for a sec, then flicked my dick with a snap, dropping the subject.
"Fine. I'll buy it. For now."
"..."
She bought it. Whew. But seriously, what was Yoon Joo-young thinking, insisting on washing me herself?
And filming the whole thing... A so-called virgin stripping a guy bare and scrubbing him down. No shame at all?
I ventured the question carefully, suspicion lacing my tone.
"Hey... you okay doing stuff like this?"
"Stuff like what?"
"...Aren't you embarrassed? You know."
My face flushed, and she cocked her head.
"Why would I be? You're the naked one here."
"..."
Fair enough. Too logical to argue.
Shwaaa—
Flustered, she blasted my face again.
I sputtered and cupped my cheeks.
"That's enough. You're rinsed. Eyes closed."
"Y-Yeah."
Resistance was futile at this point. Already naked—just let her do her thing.
Eyes shut meant shampoo time, starting with the hair.
But I peed myself... why hair? Eh, makes sense after heading out.
Eyes squeezed shut, random thoughts drifting as I waited for her touch.
Then.
Rustle—
A faint sound of fabric shifting near my ear.
'What the...'
I perked up, straining to listen.
Peeked just a slit to check, but too late.
The rustling stopped. Pump of the shampoo bottle instead.
Cold, thick liquid hit my scalp, followed by a sweet, familiar scent.
Much like Joo-young's usual fragrance.
She worked the shampoo into my hair, fingers kneading up a lather.
Bubble bubble—
Her hands roamed, my hair swaying with each motion.
While sudsing me up, she even gave my scalp a firm massage.
"Ughk."
Her grip was leagues beyond any salon pro—scalp exploding with relief.
"Good?"
"Feels like... my head's gonna pop."
"Drama queen."
She eased off a touch, kneading gentler than before.
Kinda sweet, honestly... What a vibe.
Adult me? She'd probably smash my skull instead. But this shota body had its perks.
After a good long massage, she fired up the shower to rinse the suds.
'...Should be safe to peek now.'
Bubbles nearly gone, I cracked my eyelids.
And there was Joo-young.
'Holy—'
Her massive tits hit me first.
Pale, creamy flesh spilling into some famous black bra.
Bra cradling them, but the full, soft heft was undeniable.
Gulp.
Ditched her outer layers to dodge the splash, huh... Thanks for that...
I swallowed secretly, stealing glances through the trickling water.
Sure, I'd seen her naked plenty in the parallel world feasts, but this? Real world.
And lingerie had that extra naughty edge over full nude sometimes.
Teasing hints beat all-out exposure.
Her rack, always tucked under that black tie and crisp white shirt—up close like this?
Every male Korean hunter would murder me for this view.
"..."
She was laser-focused on rinsing my hair, oblivious to my stare.
I rolled my eyes slyly, drinking in her curves without getting caught.
'How do tits get that perfect?'
Perfectly sculpted teardrops, natural as hell. Picturing cute pink nipples on those peaks? Instant hard-on.
My gaze trailed down, tracing her subtly exposed ribs.
Expanding and contracting with each breath—erotically mesmerizing.
Below, a narrow waist and sleek, toned abs.
That sweet spot between an eleven-pack and six-pack: firm yet soft muscle, just the right fat layer. Never overdone.
Long retired from hunting, but she kept up the maintenance.
Made sense—heard the association gym was packed every morning with guys "just happening" to spot her.
Who could blame 'em? Killer body like that.
That's when it hit me.
What.
I snapped to, biting my tongue lightly.
'...What the hell am I thinking?'
Even back in my academy days, hormones raging, I'd seen her abs plenty.
No reaction then. Why now?
'...Gynophobia fading, maybe?'
Pre-stone, it was bad. Couldn't hold long convos with women.
One-word answers, constant misfires, endless drama.
Blame Lee Seo-ah... Noona. Kid-era bullying galore.
Episodes too many to count, but trauma fogged 'em out—self-defense mechanism.
Ultimate doting caregiver, devilish tormentor. Classic yandere vibes.
Clung forever, then poof—abroad outta nowhere.
Maybe saw I was breaking and backed off on purpose.
Years no contact, then bam—faced her today.
Shock wrecked this kid body: leaked a bit, nearly puked.
'...'
Anyway, noona's gone. Here I was, safe in her care.
Getting naked-washed by the woman I'd hated like poison.
'Good? Bad? Who knows.'
Either way, post-stone body shift: chatting up women easy, less terror.
Parallel world poundings habituated me too.
Gynophobia easing meant... growing interest in female forms?
'Still... way too pervy.'
Lurking in a kid's body, ogling her figure? Couldn't stomach it.
I tore my eyes away.
"Body time."
She shut off the shower, grabbed a fluffy pouf, squirted body wash.
Lathered it quick into thick foam.
Then rubbed it soft over my skin.
'This pouf... hers, right?'
"Th-This yours?"
"Yeah. Problem?"
"Nah..."
"What, too dirty?"
"No, I said!"
She shot me a glare, then resumed scrubbing.
Her hands trailed foam clouds, gliding smooth over me.
Except my dick and ass, untouched.
Staring at my lonely, foamy erection, I asked,
"...Why skip there?"
"Why? Bummed?"
"No! Just..."
Whole point was cleaning the piss-up, but skipping the dick felt off.
Too awkward to voice—zipped it.
"Forget it."
"Hmm. Want the personal touch?"
"N-No... I got it."
Snatch—
I swiped for the pouf, but her grip held firm.
"Quit it. Was gonna anyway."
She set it aside, pumped soap into her palm, worked up suds.
Bubble bubble—
Hands overflowing with foam, she looked at me.
"C'mon. Dick out. I'll wash it by hand."