#38. Morning
#38. Morning
Unfamiliar ceiling...
I jolted awake, eyes wide open, staring at a ceiling that was completely different from the one I usually saw.
What the hell. I definitely...
After having intense sex with Minho oppa and then showering before dozing off...
I had no memory after that.
Did I just pass out right there..?
In oppa's cramped room.
So where did oppa sleep...?
Where the hell is oppa sleeping?
Rubbing my eyes as I sat up, I immediately figured out why I couldn't see him.
Between the desk and the bed.
In that ridiculously narrow gap where even pulling out a chair made it hard for one person to squeeze through, oppa was lying on the floor asleep.
Sleeping like that must hurt his back, why didn't he just sleep in the bed with me.
We'd already had sex, but he was still trying to keep his distance from me.
"Oppa."
I got out of bed and squatted down next to him, poking his cheek.
Did he stay up doing other stuff after I fell asleep and then crash?
He wouldn't wake up no matter what.
"Oppa. Wake up."
When I gently shook his shoulder, oppa swatted my hand away like I was annoying him.
"Stay still for a sec. I'm feeding him formula right now."
...This guy.
It was clearly sleep-talking, but why was his diction so damn precise.
He spoke so clearly, like he was wide awake, making me almost feel guilty for disturbing him.
Anyway, formula...
I remembered the conversation we had last night.
After the creampie, he suddenly asked how much money I had.
Looks like in his dream, oppa was a dad feeding his baby formula.
Jeez... Should I respect him for being so realistic.
Or treat him like an idiot who can't read the room.
Well, if oppa was quick on the uptake and good at reading situations, he wouldn't be a mosol in the first place.
I found my phone and checked the time—plenty of time before Design Class...
De...sign...?
Come to think of it, yesterday I stormed over here pissed off, worrying only about how I'd get laid.
I hadn't touched my project at all.
What do I do... What do I do...?
Should I go home now and at least make a Study Model?
Nah. But going home and then back to school would leave me with awkward timing where I couldn't really prepare anything.
It was 11 o'clock now. Class at 2.
If I went home, I'd realistically have about 1 to 1.5 hours to prep.
...Screw it.
Honestly, skipping Design Class one session was a massive loss compared to skipping other classes, but what could I do.
Better to nobly embrace death than go half-assed and get ripped apart by the professor.
Did I save the Medical Certificate template file...?
By senior year, you'd think people without one are the rarity.
Some strict professors sometimes doubted if the Medical Certificate was legit, but luckily this semester's Design professor was pretty lax about that stuff.
Once I decided to ditch class, a sense of peace washed over me.
Yeah. Today can be my Sunday.
Casting that self-hypnosis spell, I wondered what to do next.
The safest option was to text oppa and head home, but for some reason, I didn't want to go back.
I wanted to spend a little more time with oppa.
But was oppa sleeping after prepping for Design Class?
Standing up, I looked at oppa's desk.
Oh... Looks like he did something?
I spotted various model materials on the cutting mat.
Did he... make a model...?
A B4-sized Croquis Book.
Seeing what I assumed were oppa's sketches, I was kinda dumbfounded.
I mean... leaving aside whether the design was good or bad, oppa's drawing skills were really...
Even if you hate drawing, by year four everyone at least makes it look decent.
I couldn't help but snicker at the crooked mess of lines that hardly screamed Department of Architecture.
The model was no different.
Even for a Study Model, who the hell makes it like this and thinks they'll survive critique, dude.
Chunks of Isopink cut with Pinking shears instead of a 30-degree knife.
"Oppa."
When I called his name, oppa sleep-talked again.
"Ah. It's 'cause your tits don't produce milk, that's why we bought formula."
...What the hell kind of dream is he having.
He suddenly brought up breast milk, making me glance down at my chest for no reason.
It'll come out fine, right?
I didn't know the details, but I knew breast milk was best for babies.
Size probably didn't matter much, but with these, it should be...
"Wake up."
Deciding it was time to really wake him, I grabbed both his shoulders and shook him up and down.
"I'm sleeeeeping!"
Finally, oppa looked at me with puffy eyes.
"...What. What time is it."
"A little past 11."
"Yawwwn."
Oppa stretched big after sleeping on the floor, all stiff and sore.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Thanks to the tranquilizer dart you shot me with."
Honestly, I was just lying there or face-down getting pounded by oppa, so why was I so tired.
He did most of the work, after all.
Oppa looked confused for a sec like he didn't get what I meant, but then remembered last night and smacked his forehead.
"Yep, 21st century really is a new era. Na-eun-ah. Tranquilizer darts even come with pregnancy mode."
Knowing he was just talking nonsense half-asleep, I hauled him up and shoved him toward the bathroom.
"Go wash up."
"I showered last night."
"At least do your face and brush your teeth then."
Oppa turned on the water without complaint, and suddenly I wanted to recreate another scene from [I Imprisoned Her.].
I grabbed my phone, logged into Novel World, and scrolled through the chapters.
Where was that part...?
Who was it...?
Yoo Soyeon?
No. Han Heejung?
Oh. Found it.
It was just after the Yoo Soyeon part I'd memorized lines for all night yesterday.
The cohabitation part with Yoo Soyeon and Lee Jin-seong.
Yoo Soyeon, staying at Lee Jin-seong's Officetel for a week, ended up waiting on him hand and foot every day.
To do it properly, I should've started the morning with a blowjob...
Aigoo...
I was groggy from just waking up too, so it didn't cross my mind.
Wait, no. Thinking about sucking dick first thing in the morning—wouldn't that make me the crazy one?
It hit me right then how insane I was for feeling regret.
But I thought Minho oppa was man enough to drive me that crazy.
The literal erotic novel king. Number one erotic novelist, and his dick's huge too.
Personality's... well... soft, but during sex, he's the best.
Humming a tune as I reviewed Yoo Soyeon (15) again, I prepped to tease oppa some more.
About 10 minutes later.
Oppa came out of the bathroom looking way cleaner than when he went in.
And his first words were.
"...Not doing it."
"Why not!"
"Gotta finish Design prep."
"No. Oppa, are you impotent or something?"
"Impotent guys don't pound it in as hard as I did yesterday."
"But how are you holding back on this?"
I'd finally dug out the apron shoved in the kitchen corner.
Just in panties and the apron, pretending to cook...
But oppa saw right through me and ignored it, starting to change clothes.
"...Lee Jin-seong wouldn't pass this up."
It was my go-to line every time I provoked him, like clockwork, but it worked so well—maybe this time too?
"I'm Lee Min-ho. Get a grip."
Oppa's gaze treating me like a carrot on display at the veggie market made me start feeling embarrassed.
"Hey. If you're not cooking, turn off the stove."
I'd turned on the gas pretending to cook, putting a frying pan on top, but now his order pissed me off rebelliously.
"No way. I am gonna cook? I turned it on to cook in the first place?"
"Yeah? What's on the menu."
...Hadn't even opened the fridge yet.
"Ugh. Fine, I'll make something, so shut up."
Couldn't leave the flame on forever, so I turned off the gas valve first.
Changing back into clothes and re-tying the apron felt too awkward, so I decided to cook like this.
He'd seen me naked anyway, whatever.
Opening the fridge, I couldn't hide my shock at how empty it was.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"What do you even eat to survive normally?"
The only things in containers: kimchi and braised soybeans.
At least eggs—two left?
"Delivery."
"Every day?"
"Mostly?"
My god.
Well, he makes good money, so no way he'd cook to save pennies.
But eating like this all the time would wreck his health...
"...After you finish Design later, let's hit the mart with me, oppa."
"Huh? Why?"
Not wanting to admit I was worried about his health, I went with a cute little lie instead.
"Strawberries..."
I placed both hands on my belly and grinned at him.
"Our baby wants some."
Oppa, who'd been quietly listening, strode right up to me.
"If you make that joke one more time."
Minho oppa loomed right in my face, warning me.
"You'll end up a real mom to five boys and six girls."
...Heheung♥