#92. 10,000 Won
#92. 10,000 Won
"Get up! Lee Min-ho!"
...Na-eun's voice.
As far as I remembered, yesterday had been Friday.
Maybe because I slept on the sofa, my back felt a bit stiff.
"...What's up."
"Are you messing with me right now? You messing with me?"
She looked totally pissed, but I couldn't guess the reason at all.
I'd carefully escorted her drunk-ass home last night and even changed her clothes for her, so why the hell was she like this.
"Yawn. What's the sudden problem?"
Like a zombie, I pushed myself up with both arms and stretched all the way.
In my blurry vision.
After rubbing my eyes that wouldn't open properly, there was Na-eun holding her stockings and on the verge of tears.
"Oh..."
Ah. Fuck.
No. I'd deliberately washed them clean so they wouldn't get caught and stuffed them deep in the laundry basket.
But somehow, Na-eun had dug them out again and found traces of my jizz.
"No. Na-eun-ah. Listen. That's..."
Argh. Shouldn't have done it.
Na-eun was drunk last night too, but I definitely wasn't in my right mind either.
They say booze gives you courage you don't normally have, and I ended up playing a dirty prank with Na-eun's stockings.
And in my memory, it was actually a pretty awesome experience.
The silky feel of the stockings that still held her body heat since she'd been wearing them just before... it was really...
Anyway, now wasn't the time to reminisce.
"How could my boyfriend leave me alone and jerk off into my stockings?"
Huh...?
Somehow, the point she was mad about was different from what I'd expected...
"Ah... You were asleep... and you were tired from your deadline..."
I thought it was a perfectly reasonable explanation.
I had zero intention of forcing myself on Na-eun when she was already passed out from exhaustion.
"So you gave your cum to my stockings instead? Huh?"
Na-eun snorted in disbelief and chucked the stockings right at my face.
I wasn't great at sports, but dodging clothes thrown by a girl was easy enough.
The stockings landed on my shoulder.
Na-eun glared at me like an angry cat, then stormed back to her bedroom and slammed the door.
Left alone in the living room, I sighed as I stared at Na-eun's stockings with their obvious crusty stains.
Sigh...
I'd definitely thought I'd cleaned them up well last night, but even to me, the cum stains were way too obvious.
After heading to the bathroom to wash my face and clear my head, I figured the priority was calming Na-eun down first.
Knock knock knock.
"Hey. Na-eun-ah."
I tried the doorknob, but it was locked—only a rattle.
Knock knock knock.
"Han Na-eun."
"What, you dickless bastard."
She sounded seriously pissed and was spewing stuff that shredded a guy's pride.
"Open the door and talk."
"If you wanna talk to your girlfriend, why not go chat with the laundry basket? All my panties are there."
"What are you saying? You're the only girlfriend I've got."
There was silence for a moment.
Just when I thought she was ignoring me.
Creak.
The firmly shut door slowly started to open.
Na-eun, who'd opened it, silently climbed onto her bed and hugged her knees with both arms.
Even just the pose showed she was totally shrunk in on herself, but then she pulled the blanket all the way up, sending her loner vibes skyrocketing off the charts.
"Na-eun-ah."
I dragged over the computer chair and sat in front of her, calling her name softly like I was soothing a kid.
"...What."
"Did I upset you by using your stockings?"
Instead of answering, she nodded up and down.
"Sorry. For real."
I reached out and stroked her hair.
"I won't do it again."
She didn't seem to hate my touch, closing her eyes without a word.
"...Are you bored of doing it with me?"
Her tiny voice barely reached me as she asked.
"Bored of doing it with me?"
As if.
Any guy with a properly functioning dick couldn't possibly hate sex with Na-eun.
Great body. Pretty face.
Hell, she even threw in surprise events straight out of an Erotic Novel without me even asking.
"As if. You know how much I love doing it with you."
"...Then why strip me naked and cum in my wet stockings?"
I'd kinda explained this already, but Na-eun still didn't seem convinced.
"You passed out. I really wanted to do it with you."
I confessed my dirty thoughts honestly.
I had seriously debated just sticking it in her.
I knew better than anyone how good Na-eun's pussy felt.
I wondered how amazing it would've been if I'd just gone for it, but in the end, I decided I didn't want to do it without her consent.
"Oppa."
She uncurled her arms and scooted about 10cm closer to me.
"Don't do that from now on. Got it?"
Phew. Good.
Seemed like Na-eun was letting it go and accepting my apology.
"Yeah. Got it. I won't upset you like this again."
"From now on, if you wanna fuck, don't ask—just fuck me. Got it?"
I wanted to just let it slide all nice and sweet, but I wasn't sure if agreeing to that was the right call.
"Ah... uh..."
"Whether I'm asleep or awake, if Oppa wants to use me, just use me."
With a shy look, Na-eun was basically begging me to treat her like an onahole.
"I'm... anytime... anywhere... it's fine..."
I'd seen cheesy lines like 'I love you always and forever, anywhere' in movies or romance novels...
At Na-eun's words, I nodded with an awkward smile.
To check if we'd really made up properly, I spread my arms toward her.
We always hugged after these little spats to make up, and she seemed to get it now, diving straight into my arms.
Na-eun's hands pulled my back toward her.
"...Those stockings are ruined now, so buy me new ones."
"Should I buy 'em in bulk, factoring in the ones I'll rip later?"
I tossed out a joke to get back to our usual vibe.
But Na-eun, nestled in my arms, didn't respond to my words.
What? Did I piss her off again?
Nah. She usually loved lines like that... Was I being clueless again...
"...10,000 won."
"Huh?"
"10 for 10,000 won."
Na-eun, head bowed in embarrassment.
...Can I fuck her now?
Actually, Oppa's words about wanting to fuck me so bad made me feel better, so I started prepping breakfast for us.
Let's see... What's in the fridge...
I had my usual homemade side dishes, but nothing special enough to impress Oppa.
"Need any help?"
I'd told him to entertain himself, but Oppa, bored, came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Nope. If you're bored, set the table or something."
Oppa knew his way around my place pretty well now—he grabbed them without me even telling him.
"Anything else?"
"Go play. Don't bug me."
He slunk back to the sofa like a sad puppy at my curt reply.
...Cute.
No, but I knew full well Oppa couldn't cook, so I didn't wanna borrow his hands.
I'd probably just get pissed watching him fuck around.
Didn't wanna start Round 2 before breakfast.
I sliced the kimchi into even pieces—serak serak—and started boiling water.
Egg custard and kimchi stew should make a decent brunch.
I figured I should stock up on ingredients for when Oppa comes over more.
Once the food was ready, I called Oppa to come eat.
"Wow... A full spread. Better than my mom. Na-eun-ah."
"What're you saying? Your mom would be upset."
"What're you talking about? My mom's cooking sucks ass."
No matter how he phrased it, seeing Oppa eat heartily made me happy.
"Oppa, what're you gonna do now that it's End of Semester break?"
I scooped a big bite of egg custard and asked him.
"Gotta write. Gotta finish [I Imprisoned Her] too."
"You staying at your place?"
Honestly, unless it was school, I didn't see why Oppa would keep paying rent to live in Seoul.
"Lease is till January... but now that End of Semester's here, I should start looking around."
"Not going back home?"
"Don't wanna write Erotic Novels with Mom and Dad around."
True. If I got caught drawing Erotic Illustrations at home with them there, it'd be a total disaster.
"Then..."
I casually brought up the thing I'd been mulling over for a while.
"Wanna live together?"
...Wonder how much the penalty fee'll be.