Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: A Job for Aebom
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How long had I been asleep?
Normally, I'd only wake up after Oh Hana got back from work and nudged me awake.
[PM 4:34]
Oh Hana should still be at work right now. Was it because my stamina had gone up by 2 points, preserving some of my energy? Or maybe because I hadn't had sex with her before bed? Hadn't jerked off?
"Nngh!"
Whatever the reason, as I stretched and got up,
a proud, heavy weight made itself known down below. Lately, it was a surefire morning erection every damn morning.
"I wasn't popping one every time I woke up a year ago. But now? It's guaranteed."
There was that study saying people who have sex live longer than those who don't—maybe it was onto something. Being with Oh Hana wasn't just improving my quality of life; I felt healthier overall.
Pat pat pat.
Somehow managing to plant my erect dick in the toilet and take care of business before coming out, even the lingering drowsiness had vanished completely.
"Ah..."
The Genesis Eleven bromides hanging on the wall were a given. But looking at the books piled up in the corner amid all the random junk, it hit me late.
Starting today, it wouldn't just be me and Oh Hana living here—there'd be one more. Since neither of us read books.
'Damn, how'd I forget that.'
[Harry Potter - Dragon's Counterattack]
[The Neverending Story]
Did Han Aebom like novels? Books might look small, but they weighed as much as water. Hauling this many in a suitcase couldn't have been easy.
Actually, more importantly—where was Han Aebom?
"Probably out job hunting for part-time work."
She had a bit of a naive side when it came to the real world, but from how she argued with Oh Hana, she was sharper than either of us.
Worrying about Han Aebom when I was just a convenience store clerk? That was overstepping.
She'd handle herself.
"Slurp, sluuuurp."
I yanked the strawberry-kiwi smoothie from the fridge, sucked it down greedily, and plopped into the computer chair.
Oh Hana was at work, Han Aebom job hunting...
Spacing out like an idiot, stringing thoughts together. Before I knew it, habit had me checking the laundry basket. Other things I didn't know, but Oh Hana always changed her underwear once a day. Twice if she sweated a lot.
What could I say? Always ready to strip naked for a guy—or primed for sex. She was thorough about that.
Normally, her panties would be tossed right on top.
"......"
Not today. Neatly covered with a towel. A sight I'd never seen before. But I gently swept the towel aside. Beneath it were the flesh-colored panties and bra from Oh Hana's outfit today, crumpled up.
"Pfft."
A laugh burst out unbidden.
Just like Oh Hana said, Han Aebom—who anyone would call a proper young lady—must've freaked at the sight of Oh Hana's underwear and covered it with the towel. Or maybe she was on edge, changing clothes in the room while I slept, terrified I'd wake up. Then, after washing up, complaining about how freezing it was.
"Sigh, ha."
I was a sick bastard too. Naturally lifting Oh Hana's panties to sniff them. Today they had a hint of towel scent mixed in, but why did they still smell so damn good?
"Disgusting, even for me."
Disgusting.
But undeniably pleasurable—enough to make my dick, which had gone soft after pissing, harden right back up fiercely.
'Anyway, did Han Aebom not change her underwear?'
Or maybe she put it in a laundry net or something to wash separately, hiding it?
I mulled it over, then casually pulled out everything in the basket just in case. At the very bottom appeared a sexy black lingerie set I'd never seen before. Fancy bra, fancy panties.
"Pfft."
Another laugh escaped. So damn cute. She'd seemed fine explaining everything yesterday, but apparently not.
Still, finding it filled me with a twinge of self-loathing toward myself.
However.
"...Can't resist this."
I carefully lifted Han Aebom's hidden panties and took a whiff. I might've even gasped in admiration. A rawer scent than Oh Hana's wafted out. Pussy and a hint of urine mixed together...
"I wanna jerk off."
No—staring at my raging hard-on, thoughts flooded in nonstop: fucking Han Aebom, the owner of these panties, or shoving my dick in her mouth. This was how sex offenders were born, huh.
Sniffing panties in the first place was already game over.
"But it's turning me on so much—what can I do."
Sniff, sniff.
...A few more inhales, draping the panties lightly over my dick and stroking a bit. Pure heaven.
I never knew jerking off with soft panties felt this good.
"Ugh, stop."
Before I came in them or left my scent too strong, I snapped back to my senses. Plus, constant wariness that Han Aebom could return any second let me stop.
"Laundry time, laundry."
Even if I hid them at the bottom again, something told me Han Aebom would notice the subtle difference. So I'd pretend nothing happened, do the wash, and casually ask her later.
Beep, biiip, beep-beep!
Clunk, clunk, clunk!
True to the cheap drum washer that came with the one-room, it spun with a racket. Staring blankly into it, I thought.
Yeah, it was good. Having a new girl around. A different appeal from Oh Hana, beyond the panty scent. Han Aebom's unique charms stood out, getting me randomly excited just thinking about them. Men were like that, right? Even the best porn gets old eventually—you crave fresh stimulation, new women.
In that sense, Han Aebom joining us injected serious new life.
"Well, she's that pretty, too."
Honestly, meeting Oh Hana felt like I'd used up all my 2025 luck. Never dreamed a beauty on her level would walk in and live with us.
Where in the world was the guy who'd hate this? Two hotties under one roof—in a single room, no less.
The issue? I'd finally maxed affinity with Oh Hana, unlocked the H-scenes, only for Han Aebom's sudden arrival to lock them away again.
'Man, that's the real torment.'
I wasn't some sex demon who needed to fuck Oh Hana daily. Probably.
Still, I'd gotten used to regular sex, buzzing with anticipation. Today? Sniffing panties and done.
Like giving meat to a lion who's tasted it, then forcing veggies. The lion would freak at the tamer, right? What'd I do wrong? Why?
Clunk, clunk—the washer kept going.
Hunched in the corner like some movie protagonist, staring blankly, my paltry imagination spun like the drum.
'Ah, no... Hyunwoo... crossing the line like this. Hn, hng. I-I'm gonna report you.'
'Don't make me laugh. You think I'd let that happen? Besides, you're enjoying it too, aren't you, Aebom? Satisfied and then reporting? Got no conscience? That's not how people act.'
'Haaang, n-no, stop. Hng, no... please.'
'How do you want me to do it?'
'...H-Harder... pound me harder.'
Yeah, that fantasy was pure fiction—never gonna happen.
"Ugh..."
Before I knew it, my dick was rock-hard again. I buried my face between my knees. Not to suck myself off or anything.
"In a way, not having stripped her yet makes it hotter."
People crave hardest what they can't have—spot on. Because I hadn't fucked Han Aebom yet. Didn't know what kind of woman she really was. Endless fantasies unfolded.
The mature Han Aebom sucking my dick—what face would she make, how would she suck? Smashing her down and pounding her pussy—how would she cry out, moan? Would she like doggy?
Her fingers looked like a proper lady's who'd only played piano—how good would they feel stroking me?
"Ha, enough."
Just fantasizing felt like I'd written a whole smut novel. Fantasies are whatever you want, but overdo it and you might blur reality and imagination into crime. No thanks.
Well, sniffing panties was already out, but that's force majeure or whatever...
"Maybe my passive personality saved me from becoming a criminal."
Other alpha dudes? They'd ignore consequences and just go for it with the girls in front of them.
With Oh Hana, she'd probably accept it. She loved a guy taking charge. Understood men somewhat, knew better than anyone guys were perverts blinded by lust.
But Han Aebom? 120% jail time. I could see self-proclaimed alphas beating her after she reported them, then prison. Why was that vivid?
"...Time for a smoke."
Classic buildup to a post-nut cigarette. I lit one and headed out—
"Ah."
"Ow..."
—right as I bumped into Han Aebom lifting the bedding set left at the door. She toppled backward gracefully.
The cashmere coat from yesterday, black stockings, and inside... white panties.
"You okay, Han Aebom?"
"Ah, yeah. I'm fine. Going for a smoke?"
"...Was gonna. Come inside first."
It was barely a second, but the stockings and white panties wrecked me. Cigarette forgotten, I helped her up and brought her in.
"Job hunting?"
"Ah, yeah... sorta."
Stockings, stockings, stockings...
My head filled with Han Aebom's stockings—ripping them and rubbing my dick against them, how good would that feel?
...Lost in that, I snapped out seeing her unhappy expression and shook my head.
"Looks like you didn't find one."
"Yeah..."
Oh Hana scored hers on day one. A pretty good gig, too.
"Don't take it too hard. Part-time spots are scarce these days—decent ones go to friends or family referrals. Higher pay means a reason."
"Part-time work... isn't easy. I underestimated it. Oh Hana was spot on—guys like me just talk big, can't deliver. I'm pathetic."
Whoa, massive self-deprecation... She'd heard that from Oh Hana too?
Wonder what jobs she tried. If it were me, with Han Aebom in black stockings? I'd pay 1.2x hourly to hire her anywhere.
World was tough—looks mattered less than skills?
"Hey, Aebom."
I eyed her gloomily and asked.
"Want me to hook you up with a part-time job?"
Han Aebom's eyes went wide.