Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Can't Get Any Studying Done - 2
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Not just me thinking that—what the hell does that mean?
What? What exactly are you thinking, you?
After telling Yerin, who had asked for just one day to think it over, that I got it, and heading home.
Her words from earlier kept circling in my head.
...Yerin thinks naughty thoughts about me when she sees me too, right?
Of course, she'd know everything I know.
But there's a world of difference between thinking "yeah, probably~" and hearing straight-up confirmation from her own mouth.
Damn, am I that hot?
I took off my shirt and stood in front of the mirror. Sucking in a breath, I struck a muscle-man pose, and my chiseled muscles flexed impressively.
Suuuuck... Look at these gains? Even I have to admit, they're pretty jacked.
Admiring the results of all my hard work, I praised myself.
Humming the tune to "Onegai Muscle," I struck pose after pose.
"Oppa~ Din—............"
"............"
"—ner's ready............"
"...You came in just to say that?"
"No, I was gonna tell you to come eat... but then I just... Anyway, why are you doing that by yourself...?"
Han Sea stared at me with a nauseous look on her face.
I'm the victim here. But she looked like she was the one suffering.
I had no choice but to sadly pick my clothes up off the floor and put them back on.
"Wh-Why are you putting them on? It looked good... I'll go, so keep doing what you were doing, okay...."
"...Can't you just get out quick? Sis?"
"Mom—! Big bro said something mean to me!!!"
One second after I swore, she spun around and tattled to Mom. I let out an involuntary sigh and rubbed my face.
"...My bad. My bad, so next time, knock before you come in. Please."
"I did knock, but you were humming some weird song and didn't hear."
"......Knock harder next time."
"Oppa. Sorry, but I don't wanna either? If you'd hung a sign on the door like 'Shh, flexing in progress,' this wouldn't have happened~!"
A hollow laugh escaped me at Han Sea's ridiculous nonsense.
"Who the hell puts crap like that on their door? And earlier you said it looked good?"
"I said it looked good, not that I wanna see it again."
With that final line, Han Sea huffed and slammed the door shut.
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...Argh, who the hell did that pig take after to end up with such a shitty personality?
Grumbling to myself on the way to dinner.
I lifted my shirt a bit, sucked in, tensed my abs—and there they were, my sharply defined abs.
Damn, Han Woojin, you crazy stud. No wonder Yerin's hooked.
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The next day.
True to her word, once the day had passed, I got a message from Yerin asking me to come over.
Wondering what conclusion she'd reached, the moment I arrived at her house.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
"...Yerin, what are you doing?"
"H-How's... this...?"
How's this?
An oversized black tracksuit wrapped her body from neck to toe.
And on her face—big glasses she never wore, perched on her cute upturned nose.
.......What is this, the full beauty-seal kit?
Hearing me call her too pretty, did she think, "Then I just won't dress pretty..."?
I let out a disbelieving chuckle at Yerin's self-downgrade.
...Don't girls usually wanna show their boyfriends only their cutest side?
She seemed dead certain I wouldn't lose interest or hate it even like this.
Like all she wanted was to be with me.
Smiling, I smoothly slipped the nerdy glasses off her face.
"You don't need this stuff. It's uncomfortable since you don't wear 'em normally. Ah, look—your nose bridge is all red."
Her fair skin was slightly reddened from the heavy glasses she never wore, so feeling bad, I gently blew on it and stroked it.
"B-But if I don't, you'll have a hard time..."
I keep telling her this stuff doesn't help.
"Nah, this is good enough."
But.
—She wants to be with me this badly. What can I do?
I didn't want to take feelings like that for granted.
...Guess my lust control's at level 999.
"Really...? Then we can study together...?"
"Yeah, let's. Must've been uncomfortable—thanks."
"Hee, no biggie. Wasn't uncomfortable..."
She beamed happily, hugged my arm, and led me to her room.
It'd be tough, but no helping it.
I'd have to put in as much effort as she was.
.......Just wear the black tracksuit a little longer, though. Yeah.
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She must've steeled herself not to distract me from studying.
I could really see Yerin trying.
For instance, instead of staring intently when our eyes met, she'd look for three seconds then weakly turn away.
Instead of slyly scooting closer when I reached out, she'd squeeze her eyes shut like it was torture and stay put.
Her own little compromises were obvious.
Seeing her try that hard made me unable to slack off either.
Today, studying went a little better than usual.
After wrapping up for the day.
I sighed and leaned my tired body against the wall. Yerin sneaked closer, gauging my mood.
Plop—
She slipped right between my legs and leaned her back against me.
"What're you doing?"
"Recharging today's oppa energy deficit..."
She took a big, serious breath, and her soft hair tickled my chin.
"Comfy there?"
"Yeah, comfy... Ah, you uncomfortable, oppa...?"
"Nah, not at all. I'm comfy too."
Yerin was mid-160s cm—not short for a girl.
—I worked out for times like this, didn't I?
I fit her perfectly in my arms and hugged today's hardworking girl from behind with no issues.
Her peaceful breaths tickled my ear, somehow recharging my energy too...
.......Along with something else. So I had to pull my hips back a bit.
"Yerin."
"Yeees...?"
"You should work out some."
"...........Oppa. Like always, why bring up exercise right now...?"
"Your whole body's too soft. No muscle tone. Ah, can I touch your stomach?"
"......No, 'cause I hate you today."
Next time yes?
Before the thought could fully form.
Despite her words, she firmly pressed my hand on her stomach with hers—like anytime was fine.
Truth be told, Yerin didn't really need to exercise. No flab anywhere, and her curves—hips especially—were so perfect it was unbelievable for someone who didn't work out.
But the reason I kept bringing it up? Just... I wanted to share my favorite hobby with her.
If I explained, she'd do it no question, so I waited silently. I didn't want her forcing it.
Humming contentedly as I groped her stomach to my heart's content, Yerin noticed my pulled-back hips and squirmed, leaning back even more.
......Alert, red alert. Woojin Armstrong about to land on the moon.
No room left to retreat, so I gently nudged her forward. She turned with a puzzled ? face.
"......No."
"Why...?"
"...Gives me bad vibes?"
Hearing that, Yerin smiled brightly.
She turned fully toward me, hands on the floor—one knee forward, then the other. Closing in.
Smack—
A soft sensation touched the corner of my mouth.
"This... kind of feeling?"
Hah.
Her playful smile drew a disbelieving chuckle from me.
...Clueless about the guy trying to hold back.
I gently cupped her cheek, and as if she knew what was coming.
She softly closed her eyes.
Up close like this, you'd expect some flaw somewhere.
But Yerin was flawless everywhere.
And here she was, eyes shut before me, waiting for my kiss.
I pressed my lips to hers to fulfill that expectation. She let out a pleased hum and hugged me tight.
Normally, I'd pull away here.
But not today—so I closed my eyes too.
"...! Heup..."
She seemed startled by the sudden intruder. But after a little coaxing tap, she shyly let me in.
"Chup, hya..."
I slowly explored everywhere, determined to claim every inch of her mouth as mine. She wrapped around me, matching my every move.
Mingling breaths, over and over.
Droplets of saliva—whose, we couldn't tell—slipped from our drenched mouths, trailing down our chins.
Neither of us had a moment to care.
I finally got why people close their eyes when kissing.
The sensation at our tongue tips.
To focus solely on this feeling we'd allow no one else forever—eyes closed gladly.
"Haak, o-oppa...."
Mid-focus, Yerin struggled her lips free.
Even then—our saliva-glossed lips, the long glistening thread between.
The fact that I made her look like this.
Less lewd.
Utterly adorable.
"...Why?"
"W-Wait. Haak, c-can't... breathe..."
Oh. That.
You're totally seducing me right now, aren't you, Yerin?
Her innocent-yet-erotic words curved my lips into a grin.
"Yerin. Slowly. Breathe through your nose, slowly."
"Hyaup...!"
No waiting for a reply—I kissed her again.
No confidence beating her in smarts, but physical stuff? Different story.
Even after the breathing lesson, she panted raggedly in my arms, twitching.
But giving her all to match me and accept me.
I wanted to taste more of her, but figured it was time to stop. I carefully pulled away.
"Ha, haeut...."
As our lips parted, a tiny moan escaped with her labored breaths.
...One more time? Bad thoughts brewing, then she opened her mouth amid hot breaths.
"O-Oppa... Jinhyuk-oppa's home today, so we can't......"
"......Yeah?"
......Can't what?
I'd only been thinking kiss...? How far ahead is Yerin...?
She said it apologetically like no-go, but I was panicking inside.
Wait, more than that—the reason's family home?
Then if they weren't...?
The thought slipped in unbidden, but I played it cool.
"......Anyway, this kind of feeling."
You get it? I looked at her. Her hazy pink eyes gazed back at me.
"...Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"I still don't quite get... the feeling..."
Shy, but wrapping her arms around my neck like "tell me again."
—Huh...?
I'm the one with stamina to spare here, but somehow... it felt like I was the prey.
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