Harina 4: Secrets Under the Table
"Cough, cough, cough."
Everyone jumped at the sudden sound of Hadojin's coughing. It was so intense he could barely breathe, almost like he was hacking up blood. Harina, startled, rushed toward him.
"What the hell? Oppa, you okay???"
Her mom, face flushed red, and Harina both stared at Hadojin with worried eyes.
"Cough, cough... I'm fine... Must've gone down the wrong pipe."
"Jeez... you scared me."
Hadojin took a sip from his cup of water, then raised his hand to signal he was okay. An Hyeonmi let out a sigh of relief and started bringing out the food.
"I made kimchi jjigae with spam in it. Want some, Rina? It's pretty good."
"Hehe. If Mom made it, of course it's delicious."
"Dojin made it."
"Whoa, really? Well, yeah, oppas cooking has caught up to Mom's level a lot."
Dojin grinned sheepishly. An Hyeonmi placed the steaming pot of kimchi jjigae on the table. A savory aroma wafted up.
"Whoa, this smells amazing."
An Hyeonmi looked at Dojin proudly. "Dojin must really love his mom these days. He's even doing the cooking for me when I'm tired."
"Hahaha. Of course. How much do I love you, Mom?"
Harina glanced at Dojin. It wasn't just him who'd changed. Mom had changed completely too. And the vibe between them felt... off. Like they were sharing some secret...
"Yeah... everyone's changed so much."
Harina thought to herself as she took the soup bowl. What the hell was going on in this house? And why did she feel so uneasy?
Throughout the meal, Harina alternated between watching Mom and Dojin. There was definitely something between them. Secret smiles, exchanged glances... But she couldn't pinpoint what it was.
I'll ask Yujeong tomorrow when she comes over. Maybe I'm just being too sensitive...
Harina scooped up a spoonful of kimchi jjigae and ate it. It really was delicious. Oppa had always been good at cooking anyway.
That's when An Hyeonmi shifted her body and suddenly let out a small moan. Her face stiffened for a moment before returning to normal.
"Mom, you okay?"
An Hyeonmi smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just overdid it a bit yesterday... body hurts a little."
Harina narrowed her eyes at her mom. 'Overdid it yesterday'... Probably something with a boyfriend. The cum-stained panties she'd seen in the trash flashed in her mind.
"Mom... did you get a boyfriend or something?"
Silence fell over the table. An Hyeonmi's face turned red, and Dojin suddenly shoveled rice into his mouth.
"Why... why do you think that?"
Harina shrugged. "Just... you seem different lately. Happier, putting more effort into your makeup..."
An Hyeonmi hesitated before answering. "Just... I want to enjoy my life a bit now. Doesn't have to be a boyfriend—taking care of myself is important too. Haah?"
Dojin nodded. "Yeah. Mom should enjoy her own life now."
Harina looked back and forth between them. Something was weird. It felt like they were in on it together, fooling her.
If that was the case... there was only one conclusion.
"Oppa introduced Mom to her boyfriend, huh?"
An Hyeonmi looked flustered for a second. Hadojin chuckled lightly through his nose and gave Harina a fond look.
"Kinda. Mom got a boyfriend, and I introduced him. Spot on."
"See? I knew it. Tsk. Who's the guy? Congrats, Mom!"
An Hyeonmi beamed at Harina. "Thanks, sweetie. Mom might actually be happy now. Haa... haa..."
"Good for you then. But Mom, are you hurting somewhere?"
A flicker of discomfort crossed Mom's face. She was squirming a little strangely. She smiled brightly again. But Harina had noticed Mom wincing intermittently.
"No... hng?"
"You've seemed uncomfortable since earlier."
"Mom's... period just started."
Suddenly, An Hyeonmi stretched both arms out to the sides. She clenched her fists, then started making V-signs with her fingers.
"Thanks for the meal!"
Hadojin set his spoon down first with a clink. Harina glanced at Mom again, but she was stretching lightly and yawning.
"Haaam~ Can't shake this tiredness. Dojin, you'll help at the flower shop later, right?"
"Of course! Let's go."
Harina pouted. "That's why you get called an egenam for liking flowers so much."
"You come too. Work together."
"No way. You know I don't like flowers. Oh yeah, Oppa. Starting tomorrow, work out with me in the morning."
"Work out? Rina's starting exercise too?"
"Yeah. Prepping for the academy hunter class."
That's when it happened.
"What? Rina... you're going to the academy? This shouldn't happen..."
Hadojin said something weird.
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I had my foot stretched out under the table, targeting An Hyeonmi's pussy. I was teasing and coaxing the soft pussy flesh with my big toe. She was putting on a prim act, using every ounce of strength not to get caught in front of Harina. Her slick pussy juices dripped down my toes to my heel.
The quick-witted Harina had sniffed out traces of sex and even noticed An Hyeonmi's piercing. Harina was a total tetogirl compared to the protagonist Hadojin—high testosterone chick. If she were a male character, she'd be the thick-browed, loyal type who loves martial arts... the hot-blooded one yelling 'Fight! Fight!'
Don't let her pretty face fool you—mess with her wrong and you're dead. It was the first time that Harina had called me "oppa." Usually it was "hey" or "you bastard, that bastard."
And just now, she'd dropped a bombshell. Harina was going to the academy.
In this equal-opportunity world, women had to enlist before 30 too. Either military or academy, but pregnancy got you exempt—so most girls dodged service by getting knocked up.
Academy
Gates spawn, and if not cleared, they overheat and monsters pour out. The academy trains hunters to stop that.
Problem is, it's run by a cult leader's grip. My dad, the shadowy puppet master of the Republic of Gyo-guk.
They even train saintess classes as the leader's cumdumps. Of course, like every webnovel, there's a (real) black幕 behind it.
Why I worried about Harina? Simple: with her looks, the second she enters the academy, she's straight to saintess aptitude.
They check mana amount via aptitude test, but pretty girls get shoved into saintess class regardless. Doomed to be the leader's cumdump.
"What? Rina... you're going to the academy? This shouldn't happen..."
I realized my slip the second it left my mouth. Harina's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Her lips quirked up as she asked,
"Hadojin. What the hell? You saying I shouldn't go to the academy?"
I flinched as I kept teasing An Hyeonmi's pussy with my toe. Distracted by the soft bush and slick fluids under my foot, I'd messed up. Juggling the table talk and under-table action was harder than expected.
Especially with An Hyeonmi pretending to be calm in front of her daughters while leaking pussy juice on my toes—it turned me on more. I was mentally enduring Josephine du Bois, First Form.
"Ah... I mean..."
I scrambled for an excuse.
"You never worked out much before. Suddenly prepping for hunter class freaks me out a bit."
An Hyeonmi looked visibly flustered by her daughter's question but quickly composed herself. Her inner thighs grew even hotter. More of her love juices flowed between my toes. I rubbed her clit with my sole, giving her secret pleasure.
"Hng..."
An Hyeonmi let out a small moan, then caught Harina's gaze and hurried on. "Harina, the academy takes a ton of prep. You just decided suddenly?"
That's when it happened. Our eldest, Haruna, yawned as she joined us at the table. Her eyes were puffy from too much sodium, messy hair screaming just-woke-up.
"What's the fun talk? Harina, Hadojin—both trying for the academy?"
I kept stimulating An Hyeonmi's clit with my toes, savoring her restraint. Her face was flushing deeper. But acting casual in front of her daughters only made her sexier.
"No, I'm just..."
As I started to speak, An Hyeonmi suddenly jerked her hips and gripped the table hard. Her eyes glistened.
"Mom, you okay?"
Haruna asked.
"Yeah, fine. Just... period cramps..."
An Hyeonmi barely managed. Harina eyed me suspiciously.
"What're you even saying, Oppa? Why shouldn't I go to the academy?"
I slowly withdrew my foot, stroking An Hyeonmi's instep. Her toes curled in tension.
"Not that. The academy's brutal. Hunter class especially. Just surprised you're prepping suddenly. You done proper stamina training?"
Harina nodded. "That's why I said work out with me, Oppa. You've only started recently too, so I can keep up."
"Right," Haruna chimed in. "Harina's punches are killer—special admission to hunter class?"
Under the table, An Hyeonmi's legs trembled. She fought to stay composed, still aroused from my earlier toe play.
"Exercise... good for health. Hng..."
An Hyeonmi forced out. "Family working out together motivates more."
My mind raced. I had to stop Harina from going. She's meant to become the Fist King's heir and help me later. If she ends up a cult leader's cumdump early... all my plans go to shit.
"Rina," I said seriously. Hide the truth, make her drop it. "Getting into hunter class at the academy ain't easy. Especially pretty girls like you—gotta be extra careful."
Harina blushed faintly at "pretty." "What? Why say that suddenly..."
"Oppa's right," Haruna said gravely. "Rumor is pretty girls can't go hunter class. They shove 'em all into saintess class... My friends, the cute ones, all went saintess. No mana or anything."
An Hyeonmi bit her lower lip hard. Fear flashed in her eyes; her lips trembled.
"Saintess class...? Rina to saintess class?"
I watched her reaction closely. Normal to freak at "saintess."
"Mom, you know about saintess class too?"
Harina asked. An Hyeonmi's face went pale.