Chapter 82
Chapter 82
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Reinforcements Required
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The moment I got off work, I went to the hospital where Choi Ji-soo was.
Standing outside, I looked up at the sign, a sense of grim determination washing over me.
“Damn it.”
Of all the hospitals, why this one?
The very same hospital where Jung Hye-na was taken for her vaginal tear.
The one where the middle-aged female doctor, who showed an S-rank level of interest in me and insisted on checking my dick, worked...
She probably came here because it's close to Jung Hye-na's place and has a good reputation as an OB-GYN clinic, but still.
“Welcome, oh my!”
The nurse at the reception desk jumped in surprise when she saw me.
Damn it, I'm wearing a mask. Did she recognize me?
I lowered my head self-consciously and asked in a low voice.
“I'm the guardian for the patient Choi Ji-soo. I heard she's in the recovery room.”
“Yes, that's right. Please come this way.”
I could hear whispers of "Oh my, oh my" from behind me.
Looks like the nurses recognized me.
Ah, my face is burning just imagining what they're saying behind my back.
They're probably whispering about the guy who sent two different women here with vaginal tears in such a short period.
I need to get Ji-soo out of here, fast.
“Oh, honey. You're here?”
Choi Ji-soo, lying in the recovery room, greeted me with a wide smile.
Is this really something to be smiling about right now?
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. You were just so intense, it was hard for me to keep up. I'm sorry.”
“...I'm the one who should be sorry. Why are you apologizing?”
“I just feel sorry. Help me up. It hurts inside, so it's hard to walk.”
“How did you get here on your own?”
“I just called a private ambulance and told them to take me to this hospital.”
As we left the recovery room, I felt like everyone was staring at us.
At the very least, the nurses were definitely watching us.
I paid the bill and was just about to leave when...
“Wait a moment!”
The middle-aged doctor suddenly burst out of her office.
She startled me.
“Sir. You, the guardian, should get an examination as well. Please come this way.”
“No, I'm fine.”
“There could be unseen necrosis. A visual examination by a specialist is absolutely necessary.”
“I'm telling you, I'm really fine.”
If it weren't for her S-rank interest in me, I might have thought she was a truly dedicated doctor concerned for her patient.
At this rate, I'll have to worry about being sexually assaulted if I ever get a procedure done here under anesthesia.
After refusing the advances of the doctor, who was clearly full of ulterior motives, we left the hospital.
As we came out of the pharmacy with her prescription, Choi Ji-soo suddenly smiled with confidence.
“Hey, hey, did you see the nurses' faces? They were totally mesmerized by you. They were probably even jealous that I was the one brought in with a torn vagina.”
“Is that something to be jealous about?”
“They must be wondering how intensely and for how long I must have done it with an incredibly handsome guy like you to end up like this. I bet they were all secretly imagining themselves doing it with you too. Ah, what a thrill. This kind of attention always feels good.”
No...
From my perspective, I think they were staring out of a mix of morbid curiosity and disgust at the man who had sent yet another woman here with a vaginal tear.
Should I tell her?
That this is the same hospital Jung Hye-na came to for her tear.
For the sake of Choi Ji-soo's mental state, it's probably better to keep it a secret.
“Carry me. Princess-style.”
“You want me to?”
“You did it for Jung Hye-na on her way home.”
“...Alright.”
I lifted her swiftly and carried her in my arms like a princess.
She didn't seem embarrassed at all.
She just wrapped her arms around my neck, looking delighted.
Jung Hye-na, on the other hand, had been happy but so shy she didn't know what to do with herself.
“Chang-woo, what are we going to do now?”
“...I don't know.”
“When Jung Hye-na had her tear, you didn't even come home and just worked out like crazy, and when that didn't work, you were apparently super on edge.”
“...I was.”
“Are you going to be on edge with me too?”
“I won't. I'll try not to.”
In truth, I don't remember being on edge.
But if Jung Hye-na felt that way, then it must be true.
I wasn't in my right mind back then, so it makes sense that I'm the only one who doesn't remember.
“Can you hold out until Hye-na is healed?”
“I have to endure it. What else can I do?”
“Can't we help you with our mouths or hands?”
“...No. It'll just make me more frustrated.”
“That's strange. How does that make sense?”
“It just does. At least for me.”
It's Monday morning, and I'm already in deep trouble.
Back home, I held Choi Ji-soo gently in my arms.
“I'm sorry. You got hurt because of my greed.”
“It's okay. It's like a badge of honor. Hye-na got a tear, so isn't it only fair that I get one too?”
“...Why are you so cheerful? It's a tear, a *tear*.”
“This is a love scar I got because Lee Chang-woo loves having sex with me so much. Should I be depressed about that?”
Wow, Choi Ji-soo. You really...
You move me in a completely different way than Jung Hye-na does.
As if her own tear was nothing, Choi Ji-soo pulled me into a hug and patted my back reassuringly.
“What are you going to do now, my poor Chang-woo? You were overcoming your depression by, well, uniting with your noona.”
“Why are you my noona?”
“I was born in April. You were born in December. An eight-month difference makes me your Noona.”
“...”
“If you were born just one week later, the year would have changed.”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ As soon as Jung Hye-na got home from work, she silently embraced Choi Ji-soo.
Anyone watching would have thought they were long-lost sisters, finally reunited.
Somehow, I was the only one feeling awkward.
“Unni, it must sting a lot, right?”
“Yeah, it does. The pain lingers like a residual heat, and it's quite annoying.”
“I know that feeling.”
“How could you even think of putting his thing back inside you in this state? I can't even imagine it.”
“Oppa was in so much pain back then. He was even calling for me in his dreams.”
“Ha, right. You have what it takes to be the official wife. I can't do it until I'm healed. Hey, Lee Chang-woo.”
Choi Ji-soo put her hands on her hips and glared at me.
“Don't even think about putting it in until we're both healed. Anything else is fine.”
No...
I'm telling you, it's meaningless unless I can finish inside.
It's incredibly frustrating, but from Choi Ji-soo's perspective, I must just look like a maniac obsessed with penetrative sex.
To be fair, my argument lacks credibility, especially since I came nonstop during our three-night, four-day sex-filled birthday party.
Choi Ji-soo could easily misunderstand, thinking my libido is just off the charts and I simply prefer intercourse.
“Honestly, looking at you lately, it's like you've been possessed by a ghost that died because it couldn't have sex.”
I'm not possessed by the ghost. I *am* the ghost.
“A ghost? That's a bit harsh.”
“Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one who said it, she did.”
“Unni, I never said it quite like that.”
“Oh, so I'm exaggerating?”
“I never misled Oppa like that.”
“So you're saying I misled him?”
Why did the mood suddenly shift?
Just a moment ago, you two were bonding over your shared experience of vaginal tears.
“Hey, hey. You're going to ruin your friendship. Stop, stop.”
“We're not fighting.”
“We're not fighting. It's just a light power struggle. For women, this kind of thing is...”
“...like a game.”
“Right, a game.”
“Okay, but could you maybe not play that game in front of me?”
It reminded me of their catfight when they first met at the cafe.
I just lay down on the floor between the two women.
They each placed a leg on top of me, their limbs bumping against each other with a slight, irritable tension as they fought for territory.
“Hoo...”
It seems like they have all this pent-up energy since they've declared no more sex starting today.
This won't do.
“Ah, what are you doing?”
“O-Oppa! Hngh...”
“I thought I'd do you two a little service.”
I slipped both my hands into their panties and gently caressed their clits.
Just a light brush of my fingertips was enough to make them both react instantly, their bodies trembling.
Am I that good? Or are they both just that sensitive?
It's like they get turned on by a slight touch, come from just insertion, and practically pass out when I finish inside them.
Suddenly, I remembered the words of that handsome classmate of mine.
‘A woman's erogenous zone is a man's face. That's why so many women go through life thinking they don't have one.’
Both of them were now limp, lost in the afterglow of their orgasms.
They lay there, breathing softly with their eyes closed, savoring the lingering pleasure.
Fuck. I'm envious. I'm so jealous.
And here I am, unable to even cum.
Hey, dick soul, I'm really not asking for much.
Couldn't you release a patch that lets me find release from a blowjob, at least?
...Probably not.
There was no way a dick soul obsessed with finishing inside would listen to my desperate plea.
“Oppa.”
I felt Jung Hye-na's breath right beside me.
When I turned my head, her beautiful, clear eyes were looking at me intently.
It was amazing how someone could be so pretty; I marveled at it every time I looked at her.
“How is Ah-young unni these days? Does she contact you much?”
“She sends messages periodically, just to check in.”
I felt a pang of guilt.
Probably because I hadn't told them I'd run into her yesterday, had a drink, and even met our professor.
“Lee Chang-woo.”
This time, it was Choi Ji-soo who called me.
“What?”
“This Hwang Ah-young woman, or whatever her name is, is she pretty?”
“Uh, well. Objectively, she has a face that would be considered pretty, but in my eyes, you two are the most beautiful.”
“You said her breasts are huge. That ours combined wouldn't match up.”
“No, a G-cup isn't *that* big.”
“You know it well, don't you?”
“You seem to know it well.”
“...”
“Let's meet her. Just Hye-na and me.”
“Why, why would you two meet her?”
“Hye-na and I already talked about it.”
“Yes, we did.”
As if they had perfectly synchronized their moves...
...they each gently squeezed my penis and my testicles as they spoke.
“We can't go on like this.”
“We can't go on like this.”
“First, let's please implement a three-shift system. Honestly, you know our working conditions are worse than a factory worker's right now, right?”
“Invite her to our group chat.”
“We're fine with it.”
“For our sake, please get that unni, Oppa.”