Chapter 36
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: The Missing Underwear
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Red, blue, orange—no, navy... wait, gray?
Unopened new panties: 2.
Panties in the laundry basket right now: 2.
Panties in the dresser drawer: 7...
Ugh, my head hurts.
I scratched my cheek and wracked my brain for an answer that wasn't coming.
'How many pairs of underwear did I buy before?'
I think it was a 15-pack of boxer briefs for 39,800 won from Coupang. Fifteen, right? Or was it fourteen? A couple were in rough shape, and one got a hole ripped in it by accident when I was taking it off, so I tossed those.
It'd been almost a year since I bought them, so my memory was fuzzy. More importantly, what's the recommended cycle for replacing underwear? Is a year okay?
"Gasp. Crazy."
"What's up?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
A quick internet search said underwear should be replaced every six months. Whoa, for real? But I've worn mine longer than that before... way longer, even.
[Underwear Lifespan: Who Even Decides That?]
Hmm. Other articles said plenty of people wore theirs for over a year. Still, they recommended swapping them out more often due to health risks—every six months if possible.
"Hana, hey."
"Yup yup?"
I asked Oh Hana, who was diligently pulling on her idol gacha game as usual.
"When do you buy new underwear?"
"Hmm? It varies, but usually when my favorites go on special sale. They go on sale three or four times a year at least, so about every six months? Longest I've gone is over a year, I think. Money was tight. Hehe."
See? Oh Hana lived like a total mess, but she was actually super clean.
"Uh, what about you, Aebom?"
Somehow, I could toss this question at Oh Hana no problem. But with Han Aebom, it felt like sexual harassment, so I hesitated.
"Me? I... don't really know."
"Huh? How do you not know something like that?"
Oh Hana, eavesdropping from the side, let out an exasperated scoff.
"How do you not know when to replace your own underwear?"
"Roughly every three months?"
"'Roughly'? What kinda answer is that?"
Han Aebom genuinely seemed clueless. Wait, no—that wasn't the point right now. Their underwear cycles didn't matter; what mattered was whether my underwear had gone missing or not.
Honestly, one pair vanishing wouldn't be a big deal. They weren't expensive—just a bargain pack for everyday wear.
Still, both Oh Hana and Han Aebom bought new ones pretty often.
'Not bad at all.'
What can I say? It gave me more confidence in my secret habits—like sniffing their panties on the sly or jerking off with them. Made me think they weren't that dirty after all. Though even if they were, it probably wouldn't have stopped me.
'Maybe I'm overreacting.'
People mix up memories sometimes, right? I must've imagined a pair that never existed in the first place.
Makes sense, too.
Who in the world would steal my underwear from this room and get off on it? Some pervert?
"Hey, Oh Hana."
"What! Why do you keep calling me? I'm gaming here."
"Be honest—would you snag my underwear if it was just lying around?"
"No way, you're insane? I wouldn't touch it even if you paid me."
Yeah, figured as much.
"What about you, Aebom..."
"Oh, same here. I'd probably just toss it in the laundry basket quietly."
"Haha, sorry. This came out of nowhere. I just got paranoid thinking a pair went missing."
"No worries. It happens."
Han Aebom's sweet smile healed me, and I nodded.
"Whoa, this guy. You imagined it and suspected us? Rude! As atonement, you're buying chicken tonight!"
"Hana, stop slyly making Hyunwoo foot the bill every time. He's our roommate like you said—why not chip in sometimes? I'll get some once my paycheck hits."
"It was just a joke. Aebom, you're too serious about everything. Life's exhausting that way. Especially crammed in this tiny room with three of us— that personality builds stress fast. Heh, sexual frustration too."
"Seriously!"
"Eek, kidding! Kidding!"
I chuckled.
Yeah, if Oh Hana was broke enough to snag my underwear and sell it, fine. But Han Aebom? No way.
'Though if Oh Hana said she was selling her used ones, I'd buy 'em.'
Not as durable as a disposable onahole, sure.
But the lingering warmth, the scent... damn, thinking like this makes me a total perv.
"As atonement, chicken's on me tonight!"
"Ehh? I was totally joking, oppa."
"Nah."
Let me make it up to you both. I glanced at their neatly folded underwear in the laundry basket and quickly ordered chicken. We laughed and tore into it side by side, then I got ready for my shift while they prepped for their part-time gigs.
"Oh, right—I'm out late tonight for a café team dinner. Probably back at dawn."
"Doesn't matter, I'm working anyway."
"Team dinner? Have fun."
Oh Hana smirked as Han Aebom responded calmly.
"Must be nice, Aebom? No me around at night means you can hammer that keyboard in peace."
Keyboard?
"Aebom, you stay up late on the computer a lot?"
Come to think of it, she'd shown interest in my computer since day one.
Though she wasn't great at using it.
"Ugh, yeah! No idea what she's doing, but clack-clack-clack till dawn. She skips it when you're home, oppa."
I asked Han Aebom, but why was Oh Hana answering? Han Aebom glanced at her.
"Am I bothering you?"
"If it was someone else, maybe. But I'm fine. You sleep okay anyway."
"Good to hear. Though even if it was a nuisance, I wasn't planning to stop for your sake, Hana."
"Wow, savage... Oppa! Look at this—Aebom hates me!"
Get along, you two. Please. Just a little.
It's been almost two weeks under one roof, and the quest still isn't cleared?
I'm itching to unlock the erogenous zone scan skill and map out their sensitive spots.
How long do I have to fantasize?
"......"
Seriously, how long till I stop sneaking peeks at their bodies? With Oh Hana, money makes her down for anything once stripped. But living with Han Aebom made chances slim.
Thank god for that drunken night with Oh Hana till dawn. Frustration's piling up lately.
'When I hit my limit, I'll step out for a smoke and have her blow me.'
With that in mind, I headed to the convenience store.
Nights were slow as usual. Plenty of study time.
The key was...
[Conditional Statements]
- Code inside brackets {} executes based on the condition.
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My willpower.
"Damn it."
Felt like right after discharge from the army. Words just wouldn't stick like before.
I blamed the Korean military hard back then. Felt like it'd turned me stupid.
But looking back, two years of physical grunt work then slamming books? No wonder it didn't click. Problem was obsessing over my "smart" pre-army days and dodging reality.
Every other guy went through it too.
"No running. Let's do this."
At least to not embarrass myself in front of the girls I live with.
To hold my head high.
[Loops]
-for and while loops are the most basic, used heavily in algorithms...
I pushed past regrets, eyed the future, and focused on the book with everything I had.
"Alright, I'm off~!"
"See you."
So like Oh Hana—how does she smile that prettily? Han Aebom stared her through as she left.
Click. Door shut. Han Aebom cautiously sat at the computer.
[Unlock hidden folder?]
She paused before opening her secret files.
"Haah, no can do."
No room for distractions when focus was scarce already. Being alone in the room was the issue. Lately, Han Aebom despised herself for this weird new habit kicking in solo.
Sniffing scents.
"Haa, haa, haa..."
She couldn't fathom why. Even with Oh Hana home, during showers or smoke breaks...
She'd slip into Kim Hyunwoo's bedding, inhaling the pillow or inner blanket.
"This is so wrong... so vulgar, so pathetic..."
Yet she couldn't stop. Initial resistance backfired—now restraint was impossible.
Sometimes she'd drift near him unconsciously, craving his scent even with him home.
"...I'm losing it."
She knew it was wrong. That's why each time, her lips curled in wicked thrill.
Recently learned folks call it "taboo thrill." She'd discovered a lot online lately.
'Stuff I'd never know staying cooped up at home.'
Out in the world, her naivety hit hard.
Anyway.
"But wasn't this too much?"
Usually, she'd cautiously sniff Kim Hyunwoo's underwear from the laundry basket. Fantasize off that scent.
Oh Hana's moans she'd overheard. Them tangled under one blanket.
Overlaying herself in the scene.
"Hngh, hnn!"
Just imagining heated her up. Han Aebom pulled Kim Hyunwoo's lone pair from her drawer corner, pressing it gently to her nose.
"I'll... toss this before he notices. Buy him a gift as apology later. Haa, haa..."
She shouldn't. Really shouldn't. But Han Aebom inhaled deeper, leaning against the wall, slowly starting the masturbation she'd recently learned.
A light rub and swirl on her folds sent electric pleasure surging. Dizziness. How could it feel this good? This good?
"Ah, aaah, haa, hnnng...!"
She was piecing together why Oh Hana moaned so lewdly.
Then.
"Ugh, left my wallet at home. Stupid... Huh?"
Han Aebom froze mid-breath.
Oh Hana slowly raised a slender, pretty finger. Pointing...
"Huh? Isn't that... oppa's underwear?"