Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Mutual Indulgence
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#170
Ever since that day we left footprints in each other's pristine snowfields.
Our daily life with Jun-woo didn't change much... Actually, it changed a little.
...A lot, actually? Anyway.
We still spend the entire day glued to each other's sides and fall asleep cradled in one another's arms.
But there's just one difference.
Our one big worry, the college entrance exam, wrapped up successfully. With winter break here, the adults are out of the house, leaving just the two of us.
We basically share one space all day long, so whenever our eyes meet, there's only one thing to do... Yeah, that.
It's like we're making up for all those feelings we bottled up for 13—no, 14 years.
Or maybe we just can't forget the ecstasy we discovered so late that night—the kind of pleasure with no escape.
We craved each other without end, and no matter when or where the desire hit, we'd never refuse. We'd just smile and give in.
...Honestly, it surprised me.
I knew Jun-woo had a strong sex drive (?), but I had no idea I was this... insatiable.
Up until we prepared for our first night together, I hadn't looked up anything on the topic or even cared.
I'd just planned to hold him whenever he wanted my love. But before I knew it, I was the one asking for it more and more.
These days, it's probably something like 6:4 in my favor.
The first time I tugged at the hem of his clothes to send the signal, my face burned with embarrassment. I was so nervous—what if he thought I was weird?
But seeing how thrilled he was, like he felt bad for not signaling first all this time, I realized my worries were pointless.
"Chuuup..."
Jun-woo loves everything we do together, and so do I.
But if I had to pick his absolute favorite... it'd be 'service.'
Did my research and eager practice on our first night leave that much of an impression?
He always has the most intense reactions when I'm servicing him.
He insists he's not embarrassed and hates making me do it, so he tries not to ask... but I'm totally fine with it.
It's Jun-woo's. He can have it whenever, however much he wants.
Of course, the same goes for Jun-woo... ♡
Sure, at first his... thing was too big for my mouth, and my jaw ached like crazy.
But over time, I learned his weak spots.
Like how brushing the vein or flicking the tip with my tongue makes him twitch, his hands—gently cradling my head—suddenly grip tight.
And every time I glance up, there he is: eyes squeezed shut, every muscle tense. That raw reaction... it always lights a fire in me.
What can I say... it's delicious. Yeah, that's it. Jun-woo's reactions are delicious. His body too.
One time I asked why he loved it so much. He denied it at first, blushing furiously.
"...When you look up at me like you're so happy while servicing... that view, that feeling—it's no joke."
Just imagining it made his body shudder.
And the way he covered his face in embarrassment while saying it? My lower belly tingled sharp and sweet.
...You're seducing me on purpose, aren't you, Jun-woo?
Thinking it was his fault and unavoidable, I knelt down like always. That's when Jun-woo flashed a mischievous grin, eyes sparkling like he'd just had a brilliant idea.
"...Kinda weird to say, but you've always been the one looking up. This time, I'll be the one. Stand up."
"Huh? Uh, wha—Jun-woo, right there, ah...!"
...It wasn't until he lavished me with service in return that day that I finally got what he meant.
...And why he loves it so much.
After that, our service became anything but one-sided.
#171
"Jun-woo."
"Yes?"
A weekend where Seo-ah had plans with Ji-ah, so we were apart for the first time in ages.
I'd been savoring the delicious meal Mom prepared when I looked up at the sound of her voice.
"You two... have you done it?"
"Koff!"
...She timed this for when Seo-ah's gone.
Mom's piercing stare—like she was telling a trapped criminal to confess—had me choking on nothing.
Ah, I should've gone out with Seo-ah too.
"...Done what?"
"One. The bloodstains that keep showing up on the shoulders of your clothes."
Twitch.
"Two. Band-Aids on the neck of a kid who never leaves the house."
Thump.
"Three. My lifelong 'mommy's boy' suddenly calling me 'Mother' out of nowhere. Creepy change."
"No way, what's with the last one?"
...Creepy? Really?
She ticked off her fingers one by one, her expression daring me to argue.
I protested my innocence, but she just stared me down, dead serious, no change in her face.
"...Can't you just pretend you don't know? Say your son finally grew up late."
"How do you think Mom feels coming home every day to my son's bedsheets on the drying rack?"
Oh crap.
I thought I'd always tidied up before they got back... but it was inevitable, huh?
"When's the regular admission announcement?"
I was sweating bullets inside, scrambling for an answer, when Mom abruptly switched topics.
"It's January 16th now, so... about two weeks left."
"Two weeks..."
Mom—no, Mother—put a hand to her mouth, muttering "two weeks" over and over like she was pondering something. Then,
"Jun-woo, how about living independently with Seo-ah?"
"...Out of nowhere?"
"We've talked about it with her family before. You're going to the same university anyway. You're always glued together—if you're gonna keep this up, why not try living on your own? Might not be bad..."
"Seo-ah's parents know you're doing that every day too. They said if that's the case, just move out sooner. So they don't have to tiptoe around you two."
".........Her parents know too?"
"You think they wouldn't?"
I want to die.
We spent more time at our house, sure, but whenever we went to hers, Seo-ah's dad would glare at me like he wanted to kill me. I figured it was because I was the guy stealing his daughter.
But they knew we'd been doing it in their house?
No need to ask how.
We thought we'd hidden it well enough, but they probably pieced it together the same way Mom did—with those three deductions.
"Mom—no, Mother."
The unfamiliar title still felt weird on my tongue.
"Hmm~?"
"I'll do it. No, please let me move out..."
Knowing both sets of parents were aware we'd been banging in their houses felt like being caught stark naked.
Mother's gaze—gazing at me fondly like 'our little boy grew up~'—hit like a mental sledgehammer.
The comfort of home that I'd been clinging to just moments ago? Vanished in an instant.
I need to get out. Now...!
"Seo-ah will probably love it, but you talk to her, okay~?"
"Yes......"
"Even if you move out, you know you have to use protection properly, right, son~?"
"Thanks for the meal!"
I bolted to my room, abandoning my half-eaten food—afraid I'd die of shame right there. Ignoring the pleased gaze trailing after me.
#172
💥 [DEFEAT] 💥 "Ah, this Lee Jun-woo bastard's at it again."
"You even focusing, you fuck????"
"Ha..."
After fleeing to my room, I had nothing to do while waiting for Seo-ah, so I turned on a game on autopilot.
My two buddies were online too. Figured it'd clear my head, so I joined... but the game wouldn't stick.
Or rather, after spending every day glued to Seo-ah lately, the room felt so empty without her warm presence next to me. Hollow, even.
Seo-ah deficiency syndrome at this point. I let out a dry chuckle.
I wonder if Seo-ah feels this way right now too.
Part of me wants her to ignore me and just have fun. Another part selfishly hopes she's thinking of me.
Of course, endless praise poured in through the headset, but nothing could shake my mood.
Tsk tsk. Game's not the point anyway.
"Buncha kids..."
"What bullshit."
"You some wise old sage now?"
Like they had no clue why I was like this.
Watching them spew nonstop hype, I wondered when these guys would grow up.
Sigh. Cute little punks.
The adult in the room will endure. Endure!
Then a thought hit me.
"Hey, Kim Seung-hyun."
"Yes, wise one? Why summon me, fuck."
"You respect your elders well. How's it going with that Lee Soo-jin you brought last time?"
"..."
Seung-hyun clamped his mouth shut. Uh-oh vibes.
"...You two already broke up?"
"Fuck off. We weren't even dating to break up. We're still good."
He sighed, then added a "but."
"Kinda feels like there's no progress? We're both first-timers at this dating thing—feels more like close opposite-sex friends than actual lovers."
"Isn't that normal for first loves? You bastard, you only dating to get to second base?"
"And you, Your Highness Jun-woo? You haven't advanced?"
"..."
His words hit like a gut punch. I shut my trap.
Seung-hyun, like he'd expected that: "Sigh, fuck. I get it—no rushing. But don't you naturally start expecting things?"
"Yeah... true."
"You assholes, carrying on without me..."
Some ghostly voice like Park Jae-hwan's echoed from somewhere, but oddly, neither Seung-hyun nor I reacted.
As if no one had been there from the start.
Like it was just background noise.
"Fucking pricks..."
"Hey, Lee Jun-woo. You and Han Seo-ah free this week? Since it's on topic, gimme some advice. You I can sorta get, but Seo-ah's a girl—should know this stuff. Got no one else to ask."
"Why 'you I can sorta get,' you psycho? Anyway, sure. I'll ask Seo-ah when she gets back."
"Can I dip?"
Suddenly, a sad little ding rang out in voice chat—Jae-hwan logging off. But neither Seung-hyun nor I batted an eye.
As if no one had been there from the start...
Like it was just background noise...
When I finally checked the messenger late, the spot with someone's nickname was just a lonely empty space...