Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Grooming (1)
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"...Alright, I'm gonna go wash up, so clean up after yourself."
"Sure..."
Yejin rummaged through her handbag and pulled out the change of clothes she'd packed ahead of time, speaking to me as she did.
After that, I broke out in a sweat wiping up the massive amounts of saliva and semen splattered across the floor and bedsheets with some tissues.
...Cleanup's a lot harder than I thought... And this was just from a handjob. How much worse is it gonna get from here?
As I crouched down scrubbing the floor, I suddenly heard the sound of Yejin turning on the shower in the bathroom.
Whoosh...
At first, the water sounded like it was pouring down from high up, but soon it shifted to a lower, closer pattering—like she was scrubbing right up against her skin, splash splash splash.
I had no trouble picturing it: Yejin squatting under the shower, cleaning between her legs.
Huh, why's she washing down there...? We didn't even take off anything below the waist during the shoot, so no semen could've gotten there... Is it just habit?
But it didn't seem like mere habit—Yejin spent an awfully long time focusing on that one spot.
The splashing against her tight crevices went on for minutes, and I flushed red, hanging my head.
...Come to think of it, I've only seen her tits so far. Never gotten a look at the important stuff... But it's only been two days since we reunited, so that's normal, I guess.
Wait a sec? Thinking about it that way makes showing her my cock on day one sound insane. Not that suggesting we sell sex videos right off the bat was any saner...
Just then, Yejin let out a sudden "Huh?" from the bathroom. Then came heavy footsteps, and she flung the door open, peeking out just her face as she yelled at me.
"...Hey, you got any shampoo in here?"
"Huh...? Oh, uh, I just use bar soap..."
"Eww...! Gross... Ugh, now my hair's wet for nothing...! Guys are all the same..."
Yejin grumbled as she slammed the door shut and ducked back inside.
I stared blankly at the closed bathroom door, dumbfounded, before finally finishing up the floor.
Soon after, Yejin emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around her damp hair, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She spoke coolly.
"You wouldn't happen to have a hairdryer, right? Don't even think about saying no."
"O-Of course I do! Here."
Yejin let out a sigh of relief and crouched in front of the mirror on the wall, meticulously blow-drying her long hair for a good while.
I sat behind her, watching the scene with fascination.
...A girl drying her hair in my room... It feels so couple-like, kinda weird and exciting...
Yejin's hair was incredibly long and fine, with a nice scent wafting from it. Watching her dry it made my heart race for some reason.
She noticed me staring in the mirror and whipped around.
"...What? Why are you staring like that? Pervert?"
"U-Ugh... That's harsh..."
I mumbled sullenly, and Yejin fixed me with a piercing stare for a moment before turning back to her hair.
"...By the way, did you register for classes yet?"
"Huh...? Register for what?"
I blinked stupidly, and she shut off the hairdryer, her eyes widening as she gaped at me.
"...No way you haven't? It's already been a week!"
"Eh?"
A chilly silence settled over the room. Sweating bullets, I fumbled for my phone and checked our university homepage in a panic.
[Notice: First-come, first-served registration starts August 16th]
...It was August 21st now. Meaning first-come registration had been open for five whole days.
My face drained of color as I clapped a hand over my mouth and muttered.
"F-Fuck... I was so out of it I didn't even realize... What do I do? Do I have to take a leave? What do I tell my parents? They already think I'm a loser... Ah..."
I slumped in despair, and Yejin sighed deeply, shaking her head.
She tossed her still-damp hair back, crawled over on her knees, snatched my phone, and tapped away at it.
"Wh-What are you doing?"
I stammered, but Yejin didn't even glance my way as she fiddled with my phone.
"...Just hold on. Even after first-come ends, you can still sign up for classes with spots left.
There, done. I signed you up, so just go with it. Oh, and I'm taking the same classes, so let's do our best."
She handed my phone back with a flick, and I clumsily took it, staring at her in a daze.
...Huh...? Wait a minute. Something's off... It went by so smoothly, I feel like I missed something important...
"...What're you staring at? Say thanks at least..."
Yejin pouted and grumbled. That's when it hit me what I'd overlooked in our chat, and I yelped in shock.
"Ah... Wait, hold on—you went to the same university as me...?!"
"...Yeah, pretty much."
She averted her eyes slightly as she answered, but I pressed on, still in disbelief.
"No way—since when?!"
"...What do you mean 'since when'? We enrolled together, dummy."
"H-Huh? But... how did I not know we were at the same school until now...? That doesn't make sense!"
"Well, the campus is huge. If we're in different departments, it's normal not to know."
"Y-Yeah, that tracks... Wait, so you knew we were at the same school? Since when?"
I asked, confused, and Yejin flushed as she glanced at me before silently slinking back to the mirror to finish drying her hair.
"Hey? Why dodge the question all of a sudden?"
"......I've known since the beginning."
"Huh? What?"
The hairdryer was so loud I could barely hear. She looked at my reflection, face red, and murmured softly.
"...Of course I knew. I applied to the same school as you on purpose."
"What? Speak up, I can't hear!"
"Argh... Whatever, it's not important! More importantly, did you clean the whole floor? There's still a stain over there!"
"Ugh... I thought I got it all..."
I grumbled, grabbing tissues to wipe the stray semen, while Yejin primly turned away and finished her hair.
Once dry, she put on her glasses, opened her laptop, and carefully reviewed the videos we'd just shot.
I sat beside her, swallowing hard as we watched together.
Seeing my massive cock filling her laptop screen like a billboard felt incredibly weird.
Ugh... This is so embarrassing... It's like every inch of me is being judged...
Yejin watched intently, unblinking, as my cock spurted semen vigorously on screen.
Then she stroked her chin thoughtfully and muttered gravely.
"...Hmm. Not bad... but something's off... Something..."
She suddenly turned and stared fiercely at my crotch. I flinched and clamped my legs shut.
"Wh-What the hell?"
"No, the video just doesn't capture the real feel... You know, that overwhelming power you get from Western porn, the sheer presence—it's missing."
Yejin tilted her head, boring holes into my crotch, then frowned as an idea struck her. She clapped her hands.
"...Take it off. I need to check something."
"U-Uh..."
With no choice, I reluctantly pulled down my pants again.
My cock was already rock-hard and flushed red once more.
The moment it sprang free, Yejin leaned in out of habit and sniffed it deeply.
"Ah... Ahh... Nn..."
Her freshly dried, damp hair draped over and tickled my cock, drawing an involuntary lewd groan from me.
"Sniff... Slurp... Still so pungent no matter how many times... Sniff..."
Yejin wrinkled her nose but pressed close, savoring the scent intently.
I hadn't washed since cumming repeatedly earlier, so the semen stench must've been intense, yet she seemed utterly content.
As she lost track of time inhaling my cock's aroma, I scratched my head awkwardly and muttered.
"Uh, so... what exactly are you checking?"
She snapped out of it, eyes widening, and murmured.
"Ah...! Right. That's the issue. See? Know what it is?"
"Huh...? No clue... Ow!"
Yejin yanked out a single pubic hair and shouted.
"This bush! It's the culprit! Look, it covers half the screen!
Wide angles already make it look smaller sometimes, and with all this hair, it kills the impact!
And it's filthy! When I had it in my mouth earlier, hairs got stuck in my teeth—super gross! How do you live to 20 without grooming?!"
"N-Never really thought about it..."
It was natural. Twenty years as a chronic solo—why bother with that?
Yejin gave me a pitiful once-over, then turned to rummage in her bag.
"...We've got time before the evening shoot anyway, so do this in the meantime. Can't stand looking at it..."
"Huh...? Evening shoot? You mean we're filming again later...?"
I asked nervously, and she gawked at me.
"What, you think we won't? What did you hear at the cafe? We're short even uploading two videos a day! You're not gonna whine you can't handle it, are you?"
"Ugh... No, I'll do it... B-But what's that in your hand?"
I asked in horror, and Yejin casually shook the waxing gel.
"The Brazilian waxing gel I use. Say goodbye to your pubes—they're going back to the stone age. Let's begin."