Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: As Per the Contract (2)
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"Fuck..."
With that quiet mutter, Yoo Harin headed to the bathroom.
"Yoo..."
"Sh-shut up! Don't say a word! I feel like my head gets all messed up listening to you!"
She bolted out of the house like she was fleeing.
Bang!
She'd taken out her confused frustration on the front door for no good reason.
"What a temper."
I chuckled and let out a long yawn before heading back to the bedroom and picking up my phone.
[Missed Calls: Cynthia (7)]
Cynthia had called quite a few times.
I was so caught up in the handjob that I didn't even notice.
"Ah, ahem."
I cleared my throat with a soft sound.
"Ahem."
Then I called Cynthia.
The call connected after just one or two rings, and her voice came through.
[Woojin-ah! Were you sleeping?! Is something wrong? Why didn't you pick up?!]
Her words came rushing at me like a tidal wave, but I replied calmly.
[I had it on silent, so I didn't hear it. I did a big spring clean for the first time in a while.]
It wasn't a lie.
I'd spent the whole day supervising Yoo Harin while we cleaned.
Sure, the trash piled up more because of her, but I'd let that slide with my generous heart.
Above all, it'd felt great to shoot one load and clean out those old pipes.
[Cleaning? You? What's gotten into you?]
[Without Sia around, it gets messy fast. I just did it all at once.]
[You should clean every day... You're not just holing up in your room playing games all day without me, are you?]
Cynthia rattled off lines that sounded just like a mom.
Guess not seeing each other for a few days had ramped up not just her romantic feelings but her guardian(?) worries too.
[Nah, I haven't been gaming much lately.]
[Really?]
[I've been exercising steadily, and I've got work in the mornings. So don't worry.]
[Work? What kind? You didn't tell me!]
[Just day labor stuff. Only when there's no work like today, or on weekends.]
[You've been acting suspicious lately. I'll have to inspect every inch of you tomorrow.]
This level of obsession already was a problem, but an inspection sounded like welcome news.
She'd check the house—and the dick—right, granny?
I'll look forward to it?
[You're at your relatives' now? What time tomorrow?]
When I asked about her schedule, she paused to think before grumbling softly.
[I'll be there by lunchtime at the latest. I could've come tonight, but since it's the first week, I hung out with the relatives. Been a while since I saw my cousin sis too.]
[Cousin sis? Is she pretty?]
[...You really.]
Cynthia let out a deep sigh at my reflexive question.
[She's pretty. My sis. But she hates you, so don't even think about it.]
[Why does she hate me? We've never met.]
[She hates how I always look out for you.]
Ah, that's it.
Then her sis could come along and look out for me too.
A threesome might change her mind quick?
[Guess I'll have to meet her properly next time and say hi.]
[Be prepared then. You'll get an earful from her.]
[Haha...]
[Oh, she's right here now. Want me to switch?]
[Nah, it's too late. Anyway, sleep well. See you tomorrow.]
[Yeah. Night, Woojin-ah.]
With that, we hung up, and I flopped onto the bed.
'Oh, gotta text Harin-ah.'
Just to check if she got home safe.
I sent Yoo Harin a polite message and passed out.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A refreshing weekend morning with sunlight streaming in.
I'd planned to sleep in for once, but an unexpected guest woke me early.
Ding-dong!
Scratching my belly, I headed downstairs. Yoo Harin's face appeared on the intercom.
Click.
I opened the front door and asked, puzzled.
"What are you doing here?"
She chewed her lower lip and spat out.
"F-fuck, Woo-chin, you told me to come every day."
Her face twisted in clear annoyance.
"You don't have to come weekends since Sia's around. Didn't I say that?"
"You didn't, you asshole!"
Maybe because of last night.
Or Sia's name coming up.
Her cursing ramped up again as I scratched my head watching her.
'After yesterday, I figured she wouldn't show today.'
I couldn't hide my surprise at her diligent—and loyal(?)—side.
"I came for nothing! I'm leaving!"
Yoo Harin, who'd braved the embarrassment to come, turned away in a huff.
"Don't go. Since you're here, come in and have breakfast at least."
I grabbed her and nodded toward the kitchen.
"...You want me to make it?"
"I'd appreciate it if you did."
"Fuckin' bastard..."
"Who cares who makes it? It's just cooking anyway."
Soon, I headed to the kitchen with Yoo Harin.
But there was one problem.
"No rice. Not much left anyway. Oh, right, you burned it all yesterday, Harin-ah."
"...I'm just gonna go. Make your own."
"What's the fun in eating alone? Hang on. I'll make toast."
I sat Yoo Harin at the table, buttered a pan, and grilled some toast.
At the same time, I whipped up scrambled eggs, sprinkled pepper, and squirted ketchup on the side.
Nothing fancy, but she looked at me surprised.
"You can do this stuff?"
"Of course. I've been living alone—er, independent—for a while."
"..."
"Eat up. Want coffee? I read the manual for that machine last night."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Brew some."
I served her a decent breakfast despite her reluctance.
Yoo Harin took a bite of toast and her eyes widened.
"Not bad, right?"
"Yeah... But why are you suddenly being nice?"
"Huh?"
"What's your angle this time?"
"Just felt bad making you come for nothing. And it's not like I'm doing much."
As we ate casually.
Vrrr.
My phone buzzed, and I got up.
"Who? Cynthia?"
"Nah, the labor office manager."
"Labor office? You doing day labor too?"
"Was, but probably switching gigs now."
I answered her many questions faithfully, finished the quick call, and returned.
"All done?"
I asked next.
"Yeah. One more coffee. The beans are good; it's pretty tasty."
At Yoo Harin's demand—her chance to boss me around(?)—I brewed more without complaint.
"Hey, Woo-chin."
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you live like a total loser all this time? You seem like a whole different person now. If you'd been like this from the start, no one would've messed with you."
"Like what?"
"Just... normal. Decent?"
"...?"
"Ugh, forget it. Do I have to spell it out? Figure it out."
She grumbled and sipped her coffee before continuing.
"Don't go around all gloomy and loser-like anymore. Then no one will touch you. You've got the build for it."
"I didn't choose to be gloomy."
"Really?"
"Had to watch my step since I was a kid. Family kept changing."
"Huh?"
Yoo Harin suddenly looked apologetic hearing my family story.
"Oh, sorry... You mentioned your real mom passed yesterday too..."
The mood turned awkward, so I shook my head.
"Water under the bridge. Don't worry."
"Yeah."
"Anyway, ready to get up? You done?"
"...Yeah. Just need to brush my teeth. Bathroom okay?"
"Go ahead. You used it plenty last night—why get shy now?"
"Wh-who's shy?!"
Yoo Harin stood, blushing faintly as she raised her voice.
"And last night is a secret! Don't tell anyone! Especially Si-hyeok! I'll kill you for real if you do!"
She glared, laying down the law.
Considering her abilities, it was threatening enough, but I just found her cute.
Like she was flailing in fear instead.
I held the reins—with her weakness and all.
And the more time we spent, the more weaknesses and secrets piled up.
'She can't ditch the contract now; it'd waste all she's done.'
Just like the NTR guys' playbook—she was sinking in the swamp.
"Hey, Woo-chin. Why're you so quiet? You're freaking me out..."
"Huh?"
"You're not really gonna tell Si-hyeok, right?"
"Don't worry. No plans to."
At least not yet...
Telling Choi Si-hyeok about us would come after fully training her.
Hiding that, I spoke up.
"Since it came up, wanna squeeze one out?"
"Wh-what?!"
Yoo Harin flinched back a step.
"Why so surprised? Not our first time."
"Y-you did it yesterday!"
"You skip meals today 'cause you ate yesterday?"
"B-but it's not even night yet...!"
"Prime-age guys jerk off three times a day minimum—morning, noon, night."
Still seated, I beckoned her.
"Hnn..."
Already sunk in the swamp, she hesitated but approached obediently.
First time's the hardest; second is easy, as they say.
"Hurry. Sia might come soon."
I gently pulled her arm, making her kneel and lowering my gaze to hers.
"Then ask her..."
She glanced away in weak protest, but it fell flat.
"I like yours better."
"R-really...?"
"Your hands fit me perfect."
At my candid(?) praise of her technique, her face flushed deeper.
Of course Harin-ah was better.
Sia hadn't given me one yet.
Swish.
Finally giving in, she undid my pants and gripped my dick.
Second time around, she started stroking naturally without instructions.
"You're good at this. You've got talent."
"What're you saying... Don't say that. Not happy even if it's praise..."
Even as she said it, she shook my dick harder than before.
"I'll tell you when I'm cumming today."
"Okay."
But no quick reaction like yesterday.
Half-erect, as she fondled my balls, she asked.
"Why isn't it getting hard fast? Felt bigger yesterday..."
"Yeah."
"Hurry up."
"Not up to me."
"You're short on time too."
She whined at the sluggish start.
For her, I provided a solution personally.
"Try your mouth."
"Huh?"
I pressed her head gently forward until her lips met the tip.
"Mmph?! No...!"
Her protest muffled as my dick slid in.
"Guh! Ack! Gack...!"
She gagged a couple times from the sudden intrusion.
But genius is genius.
With her Awakened physical prowess, her throat was tough, and she adapted quick.
"Mmph, haam..."
Tears faintly welling, she looked up resentfully while sucking.
Slurp.
I'd let go of her head long ago.
But she kept bobbing on her own.
Smack... slurp... pop...
My dick in her mouth, she mumbled.
"Juah? Shlurp, bigger now..."
"What?"
"Slurp, ha. Feels good? Like yesterday."
She pulled off briefly, stroking with her hand.
Swish, stroke.
Up and down the shaft.
"No need to say."
I shrugged lightly, enjoying her touch.
"Okay, I'll do both this time... Too big for mouth alone..."
Teaching one, she grasped two—she sucked the tip, swirled her tongue, and worked dick and balls with both hands.
Slurp, pop. Smooch, smack.
The wet sounds teased my ears, and her upturned, cock-filled gaze hit visually too.
Climax rushed in fast.
I lightly grabbed her head, deep in her blowjob focus.
And.
"Mmph?!"
I unloaded thick in her mouth.
"Gulp! F-fuck! Hack! Cough!"
Forced to swallow with nowhere else to go, she glared wide-eyed.
"You asshole! You said you'd warn me!"
She wiped drool from her lips.
"Sorry. Forgot."
"I swallowed it! What if I get sick?!"
"It's fine. Semen's a great protein source..."
"Shut up! Seriously!"
She yelled, glaring like she'd tear me apart.
"Taste weird?"
"You think? It's fucking gross! Salty and bitter!"
"Good stuff's always bitter."
"Fuckin' bastard! If you don't warn me..."
"You'll eat it plenty from now on. Better get used to it early."
"You...!"
"At least it didn't get on your clothes like yesterday?"
I joked lightly to calm her fury.
Beep! Beep!
Right then.
Click!
The front door suddenly opened, freezing me and Yoo Harin in place.
Only one person besides me could come and go like it was her house.
"I'm home, Woojin-ah!"
It was none other than Cynthia.
"You home?"
Cynthia had arrived.
Earlier than I expected.