#9 Scenario: The Final Day of Intern Training
The wounds carried by someone you like.
Any woman instinctively harbors a bit of maternal instinct.
It wouldn't emerge at all if she didn't care for him, but now was the perfect timing.
"Anyway, yeah. The idea of meeting someone still feels a little scary, huh?"
I curled my lips upward, watching Maeng Soyul's sullen expression at the line I'd carefully drawn.
"But if a good guy comes along, you might give it a shot?"
I reached out, pretending to brush dust from her hair.
"Ah."
"There was some dust."
I deliberately rubbed my fingers together out of her sight.
"Is this kinda weird?"
"No, it's fine."
Whatever else, her crisp responses were a good sign.
At least her face wasn't flushing red or anything.
It was just her usual impassive expression.
"Alright, shall we head out then?"
"Yes."
Her icy demeanor was something else, but she followed requests without complaint, which was commendable.
After killing enough time at the café, we returned with blankets and clothes.
I folded the warm garments, aired out the windows, cleaned the house.
I put in real effort, sweating for the first time in ages.
Staying cooped up for a week had left a musty smell.
"Hoo, that was tough, Soyul-ah."
With cleaning done, my light short-sleeved shirt clung damply with sweat.
Maeng Soyul's small hands had worked hard too—her face was faintly flushed.
I wiped the sweat beading on her clear, pale cheeks.
"Since we're at it, let's shower together."
"Yes."
She no longer resisted showering together.
I smiled warmly at how she'd comply even without the camera excuse.
"Soyul-ah, you're really such a good girl."
"Pardon? Me?"
She denied the unfamiliar praise.
"Come on~. It's you. Now, hop in."
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Maeng Soyul.
Days 6, 7, 8.
Time flew by.
"Tomorrow's the last day, huh."
Temperatures had plummeted after yesterday's rain—stepping out from under the blankets raised goosebumps.
She gazed at him as he mentioned the end.
Every day: meals together, studying, sex.
Smoothly,
his hand naturally gripped her ass.
Her breath quickened at the gentle caress.
Weeks of sex had conditioned her body—mere skin contact soaked her below in anticipation.
"Studying going well?"
He asked, naked under the covers.
"Yes. Thank you so much."
It was genuine. Self-study would've hit walls constantly.
"Yeah?"
His smile as he replied was wonderful.
The way he kneaded her ass felt like true affection.
One more day to ten.
Regret tugged at her.
"I was gonna work you like a slave originally~. Teaching for free feels off. Gotta invest time too."
"Ah, sorry."
"Pfft, that was the plan at first. Now? Well, I've gotten to taste our cute junior's pussy. Not bad."
"……."
Such blunt words were still hard to get used to.
From anyone else, outright sexual harassment—but no displeasure rose.
Instead, she wanted to keep him with her body.
But someone like her? He'd probably pass. She sulked.
"You worked hard for nine days. Let's rest easy tonight."
"……Yes."
She hadn't known one day left would hurt this much.
"Sunbae…."
"Yeah?"
Steeling herself, she placed a hand on his chest and asked.
"……Girlfriend…… what kind…… do you like."
Her words tumbled out, mind a jumble.
"Me?"
Sunbae pondered, kneading her ass.
"Personal taste, but…… obedient, good cook, open-minded about sex? Oh, great in bed. Loyal to me only. Virgin's a plus."
"……."
Maeng Soyul tilted her head.
"A virgin who's great in bed? Isn't that weird?"
Did such a person exist?
She knew from nine days of lessons how grueling it was.
Pleasing a man drained stamina.
"Hm, true. Saying it so firmly hurts my feelings."
"Sorry."
"Nah."
She worried she'd overstepped, but his face seemed unfazed.
"So, virgin but…… great in sex…… that's your type……?"
Strangely, "sex" didn't feel vulgar anymore.
Stuck beside a perv like sunbae daily, it clung to her tongue.
"Yeah, big tits and ass too."
"Eugh~."
Such words embarrassed her every time.
"Don't be shy. It's just us."
"Still……."
"It's fine."
True—his confidence had made her fall.
When did I start liking him……?
Probably when he bought chicken after work. That moment she'd fallen unknowingly.
"Sunbae, thank you."
"Keep popping thanks out of nowhere?"
She smiled faintly at his gruff tone.
He dropped frequent sex jokes and spoke curtly, but he was the only adult who'd praised and cared for her first.
"……."
His shy reaction to her thanks was cute too.
If only she could date him.
"Sunbae……."
"……?"
"Down there……."
Something heavy poked her thigh mid-conversation.
A sensation all too familiar now.
"I've been plenty cute to you now, right?"
"……."
She couldn't deny it.
As he said, too accustomed—even the wrinkles of his cock lingered in memory from hands and mouth.
"Agh~, let's get up, Soyul-ah. Or I'll wanna do it again."
No sex without the camera on.
Varied expressions in sex videos were best for editing studies, after all.
It stung. No studying meant no time with him.
"Um……."
She grabbed Nam Siu's wrist as he rose to dress.
"……?"
Shyly, she spoke to his puzzled gaze.
"No shooting today……?"
"Yeah, taught you everything."
His kind but firm tone stung with disappointment.
Swoosh.
He brushed back her hair.
"Real sex? Save it for your boyfriend later~. Don't wanna make him jealous?"
"……Why?"
"Huh? Our Soyul's pretty. Cute tits, pretty pink pussy—tastes great too."
"……."
Odd answer, but fine. Clutching his wrist, she forced out the words.
"Am I no good as a girlfriend?"
"Huh? You're great~. Soyul would make me happy~."
No sincerity. Just indulging a cute kid's whining.
Age gap meant no real interest in a child like her.
"I'm serious, sunbae. Learned sex from you, can't cook great but I'll learn……. Can clean well too."
Siblings at home flashed by, but she wanted to be selfish once.
Missing him now felt like she'd never meet another man.
"For real?"
"Yes."
Kneeling before the bed, eyes locked.
"What's good about an old guy like me? Plus, can't forget my ex…."
"Doesn't matter."
"Hmm……."
She stared straight. Silence stretched eternally.
If dating, she'd treat him better than his wound-giving ex.
"You're mistaking it 'cause your first time was with me."
"No."
Shed fallen before first sex.
"……Really okay? Late 20s?"
"Yes. Fine."
Pouring out pent-up feelings cleared her chest. But rejection? How to face him?
She gazed, eyes full of worry.
"……."
Silence shrank her heart.
It pounded like a hammer.
"……You can really do well?"
At his words breaking silence, Maeng Soyul beamed.
"Yes!"
"Pfft, your smile's cute."
He stroked her cheek with his knuckles.
His mature air made her want to lean in.
"Alright, thanks for liking me. Let's try dating."
"R-Really?"
"Of course."
Her first confession ever.
Gratitude and love swelled for his acceptance.
Nam Siu reached out; she clasped his hand.
"Shall we shower? Can you wash me?"
"Yes, I can. We've done it daily."