Chapter 121
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: Hana's Backstory
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It was a truly casual voice.
Hey, gum's bad for your body, huh.
Oh, really?
The kind of voice that would fit a trivial exchange like that. But the content was entirely different. It wasn't something you'd just blurt out so nonchalantly.
'What the hell do I even say...'
All sorts of responses flashed through my mind in an instant, but I couldn't spit out a single one. It was a topic I'd never encountered in my entire life.
So there I was, dying in the silence all by myself.
Squelch!
"Hyaaang!"
Oh Hana lifted her hips right then and slammed them down once, squeezing my cock tight.
"I figured you'd react like this, so I usually don't bring up stuff like that. Nngh... "
"Sorry. You just caught me off guard."
"Jeez, you don't have to take it so seriously."
Yeah, easy for you to say—you're the one who went through it. From the listener's perspective, though, wondering if my shocked reaction was being a burden... Still, it was impossible not to tread carefully on a topic like that.
"Nngh, ahn, nnghaaa... haang!"
Even in the middle of all this, Oh Hana was riding me like I was some amusement park ride, bucking her hips now and then and using my cock like a dildo. The difference? I was feeling the pleasure too.
"Oppa, rub my tits. I think it'll feel even better."
"Got it."
Ever since she dropped the word "orphan," my brain hadn't been working right. And with my cock still buried inside her pussy, plus nearly downing a full bottle of soju... Damn, this was driving me crazy.
I kneaded Oh Hana's full D-cups—plump enough even if they didn't quite match Yoon Sua's—with her nipples already hard as rocks as she spoke.
"Hng, I still grew up pretty happily as an orphan, you know. Living under one roof with kids my age like siblings—it's so much fun and exciting."
I had a faint idea of what that felt like. Maybe like my army days, which left some good memories despite everything.
Sure, I racked up plenty of shitty ones, but I made unforgettable memories too. Living together in the barracks built a kind of camaraderie.
Plus, I could confidently say that's where I learned social skills and how to read the room. Before enlistment, I was a total socially inept punk.
'Ah...!'
That's when it clicked—why Oh Hana was so good at reading people and picked up dialects so easily.
"Huuung, our orphanage drew kids from all over, so it was pretty big. Even older kids came sometimes. That's why there were all sorts of dialects flying around. I picked some up too. Aigoo, talking about the old days after so long is getting me all... you know."
"You must've done chores early on, huh?"
"Yeah, cleaning, laundry—the basics from a young age. But cooking and studying? Total fails. Fails. Not sure if it was hating school or just being dumb. Probably both?"
Oh Hana kept circling her hips as she talked, moaning pleasurably every time my cock scraped her inner walls, continuing her story through the gasps.
"Still, the director counseled me a lot, so in middle school, I used the government stipend to go to beauty school. It was actually fun. That's how I got my beautician license in eighth grade. Hehe, impressive, right?"
Listening to her, the puzzle pieces finally clicked into place.
Even for a social butterfly, she was too good at adulting for a 22-year-old. Sure, she was a bit wild, but why beauty high specifically?
Turned out, she genuinely loved it.
"As far as I remember, about one or two months before middle school graduation, I got a job at a salon in a neighborhood about 40 minutes away by bus from the orphanage. Man, I still remember—the chubby manager's scissor work was so sleek."
If she started working at a salon back then, with her personality, she'd have thrown herself into it full throttle.
Of course she was skilled with hair, even dyeing it at home solo. Makeup went without saying.
Smoking and drinking too—not because of the industry, but early workforce exposure makes it easy. And she wasn't one to ignore curiosity.
"Oh, and just so you know why I picked up smoking then—it wasn't easy to take breaks without a smoke. If I tried resting without one, the unnies gave me so much side-eye."
"Ah...!"
Total agreement!
I got it immediately. That was exactly why I started smoking properly in the army.
Especially after grueling summer or winter tasks—watching the smokers huddle at the smoking area in front of the barracks, puffing away on their "break," made me so jealous and pissed.
"Beauty work's great, but tough is tough. You need breaks, right?"
"Exactly."
I nodded vigorously.
"Huuung, feels good."
At my empathy, she bucked harder, laughing through the sex-fueled pleasure.
"Oh, and looking at me now, you might think I could live sharp and independent, but surprisingly, I get super lonely. Like, insanely so!"
"Not that surprising."
She still seemed like the type who could survive naked in a desert alone, but she'd opened up to me fast.
She clung sweeter than anyone during sex, and her everyday behavior screamed starved for affection. I figured it was just her personality, but maybe growing up an orphan explained it.
'Kinda like now.'
What girl spills her life story while impaled on a cock—and volunteering for it?
Yet Oh Hana smiled happily, like this was perfect, her pussy twitching and clenching around me.
"Hmm. Where was I? Oh, right. My first boyfriend was in high school."
"......"
Ugh, not something I wanna hear... but I should, right? Might lead to that Igunhyung guy from earlier.
"Honestly, I had no idea I was that pretty?"
"Bullshit."
"No, for real. Kids at the orphanage treated each other like real siblings. And at the salon, I never really got hit on."
Hard to believe.
Then again, how much do middle or high schoolers even know about love? Back then, PC bangs with friends were peak happiness for me.
"Then I got into beauty high after busting my ass at the salon. Not even a week in, some guy confesses to me. Wants to date."
"Fuck."
Beauty high lives up to the rumors—two go in, three come out. Damn social butterflies making confessions look easy.
"Haaang, oppa's cock just got bigger. Jealous again. Hng, hngt."
"Shut up and keep going. So you dated?"
"Ah, hng... Yeah, oppa. Ahn, we did. Hn, I was right at that age where I was curious about love. Like I said, I didn't realize I was pretty. So when this decent-looking guy confesses, I was like, 'If not now, when?' and just went for it."
...Wow, insane.
That casually? To a 29-year-old eternal virgin like me, it was another world.
What was I doing at that age? Oh, grinding mobile RPGs with friends for legendary items. Even shoving desks against the wall during self-study... Fuck.
Looking back, my singleton status had reasons.
"Held hands a bit. Haaang."
Every time she spoke, my cock throbbed, her pussy twitching in response.
"Watched movies together. Ate donkatsu. Took sticker pics. Cafe dates. Even made out, haaaaaang!"
I crushed her tits hard.
"...And?"
"We broke up after a week."
"Huh?"
That quick?
"Well, I kept working at the salon even after starting high school. Maybe 'cause I'd already learned the workforce young? I was the only one with a paycheck, so I ended up covering almost all date costs. Our spending habits clashed, and he seemed so childish. Couldn't keep it going."
"Yeah... fair."
Even I felt that way about pre-army female classmates after discharge—their mindset seemed immature sometimes. Not that I had much to talk about with them... Damn.
"Dated two more after that, but they all fizzled in under a month, so I focused on beauty work instead. Honestly, it wasn't that fun back then."
Wow, true socialites are different.
Han Aebom and Yoon Sua would think it was fantasy novel material.
"Oh, right—I was dead last in my beauty high class too. Guess I really suck at studying. Hiiing, the salon director promised pocket money if I improved my rank. Never got it."
In my opinion, if Oh Hana had been good at school, she wouldn't have this personality. No way.
"That's why when Aebom unnie calls me tacky or empty-headed sometimes, it kinda gets under my skin. Hits a nerve. Guess my lack of education shows?"
"Hey!"
"Haaang!"
"Aebom wouldn't say it like that."
She probably did.
"If she really disliked you, she wouldn't say it at all."
Knowing Han Aebom's personality, yeah.
But I recalled the store manager's words.
'It's a white lie. A white lie.'
Right.
A white lie.
"Yeah, you're right, oppa. Aebom unnie's clueless about the world and kinda rude, but she's not a bad person."
Looking at you now, you're in no position to talk smack about Han Aebom. Pot calling the kettle black.
"Huuut, ung... Still, I lived pretty happily in my own way. Planned to keep doing so."
"......"
Oh Hana's voice started darkening. I kneaded her breasts harder, pinching her nipples.
"Ut, ung... Up till then, I figured I'd graduate beauty high without issue—even dead last—build some experience, and end up a famous stylist in magazines."
And just like that, her voice cut off.
Her nails dug into my thigh—not painful, but worrying. Her reaction was off.
"...Hana?"
"Hek! Oppa, sorry. Sorry. Haa, haa... Whew! Sorry. Really sorry. Hoo... Hoo!"
"It's fine, calm down."
"Haa, haa..."
Before I knew it, she'd grabbed my arm, pulling me into a hug. Her hunger for warmth and affection was clear now, along with some dependency.
After a few shaky breaths, she gripped tighter and spoke.
"...In my second year of high school, these people calling themselves family showed up."
Oh Hana's voice sank lower than ever before.