Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Caught Red-Handed
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Who would have thought a flashbang going off in your head would feel like this? Han Aebom felt her mind turn utterly blank. Completely, like a pristine white sheet of paper.
"You know, come to think of it, I might not even need ID anymore."
As Oh Hana muttered that and turned away pretending not to notice, Han Aebom's brain finally kicked into gear—belatedly, and in a direction that even surprised her.
'Murder? Kill her? Right here, that woman!'
No, that was going too far.
Swoosh. Oh Hana, who had started to turn away, spun back around, kicked off her shoes, and stepped inside.
"Hmm, yeah, I probably do need ID after all. I look too young without it. And besides."
Oh Hana tossed her wallet carelessly onto the entryway floor and flashed a grin. It was a smile straight out of the devil's playbook.
But the words that came out of her mouth were unexpected.
"If I just leave like this, our Aebom would totally panic and freeze up, right? She might even run away from home."
"......"
Han Aebom's heart plummeted, and without realizing it, tears welled up and spilled over.
"W-Wahhh!"
Seeing that, Oh Hana panicked even more than she did.
"Don't cry, unnie. Living under one roof means you'll go through stuff like this and worse. And masturbation isn't wrong or weird. It's just a natural thing. Of course, I was pretty embarrassed when my oppa caught me too."
"Sniff, hic. How can you say it so casually?"
"Well."
Oh Hana scratched her cheek, then gave a somewhat bitter smile.
"At least I'm more used to it than you are, Aebom."
A smile that didn't suit her at all. In fact, seeing it helped Han Aebom regain a bit of composure. Cautiously, she closed her spread legs.
Oh Hana, who had slipped off her shoes and come fully into the room by now, carefully pulled Han Aebom into a hug and patted her back.
"It's not weird at all. Relax. Got it?"
"...Really?"
Oh Hana's gaze slid sideways as she spotted Kim Hyunwoo's panties clutched in Han Aebom's hand.
"Honestly, I didn't expect you'd stolen oppa's panties too. But hey, hey! That's a full-fledged fetish! Uhaha... Uha......"
Scratch.
"Anyway. I've known for ages that you have some feelings for oppa."
Han Aebom flopped around like a freshly caught fish at Oh Hana's words.
"What did you say?"
"You're so obvious about it that the only one who hasn't noticed until recently is oppa, with his virgin eyes. That guy's still not used to women and can't even look you in the eye properly."
Even though he stares at pussies just fine.
...Oh Hana muttered under her breath so Han Aebom couldn't hear.
"He can't make eye contact with me either. You could tell right away, unnie. 'Oh, this guy's a virgin.' Probably hasn't even masturbated, and I didn't bother meddling because it was too much hassle. But to think he actually has."
Oh Hana waggled her eyebrows mischievously.
"I thought you were such a prim and proper girl, but you knew everything after all?"
"I-I only learned recently."
"Huh? Really?"
"...Yeah, really. I found out through the internet lately."
Oh Hana gave her an incredulous look. Really? These days, just typing "pussy" into search brings up every kind of photo imaginable?
Wait a sec.
Recently... what does she mean recently...
"Ah!"
Oh Hana clapped her hands together with a smack.
"Aebom! That time we went to karaoke, you saw me and oppa having sex here, didn't you!"
Han Aebom's face flushed beet red as Oh Hana scratched her cheek again. On second thought, it might be her own fault.
And since things had come to this, maybe it was for the best.
"Unnie, can you really be satisfied with just masturbation? For the record, I can't."
"I-I... But."
"No buts. Someone burying their face in oppa's panties like that isn't gonna be satisfied. No way in hell."
Oh Hana didn't mince words.
"You've already seen it—me and oppa doing it. Like you know, I'm a woman with a pretty strong sex drive. I've been holding back a lot since you moved in, but now that it's out, why don't you sleep with oppa too?"
"B-But."
"Hey!"
Han Aebom flinched, and Oh Hana was right in front of her face.
"Do you want to or not? Just decide that."
This time, Han Aebom was completely overwhelmed by her. And Oh Hana's whisper was like a sweetly tempting lure.
"You know sex feels way better than masturbation, right?"
"...!"
"I saw it somewhere, some pleasure index site or whatever. Apparently sex feels twice as good as jacking off."
Twice...
Even though she tried not to think about it, Oh Hana's words kept circling in her head, making Han Aebom feel an itch between her legs.
Twice as good as that masturbation session she'd been lost in without even noticing Oh Hana come in? Twice?
"And I wasn't gonna say this, but oppa's gotten pretty impressive down there. For real. I'm serious."
This woman really...
It was absurd, but that's why Han Aebom could confess her true feelings.
"I-I... I want to do it."
Oh Hana smiled warmly at Han Aebom, whose face was red enough to burst.
"I'll help you."
Lately, bit by bit—really just a tiny bit—I've been feeling like I'm living a fuller life. Proof of that? I can tell how short 24 hours really are.
Close your eyes, open them, and the day's flown by like an arrow. No need to think about cutting sleep short. These days, I'm waking up at least an hour or two earlier than usual.
It hits me to the bone how much I've been dodging reality and effort all this time.
'Still, studying at home is tough.'
Especially in this house, it's impossible.
And today, for some reason, there's Han Aebom huddled in the corner wearing black stockings indoors.
Insane angle.
I don't even want to look, but between her slightly raised legs, her ass and that insanely sexy line catch my eye. She's even holding up a book to block her own view, which only makes it harder to resist peeking.
Oh, I can see it. Her panties through the stockings.
"Aebom, you cold?"
"Huh? Yeah, a little."
"Get under the electric blanket."
"Then I'll get too sleepy and won't finish the book."
Fair point. But it leaves me with nowhere to put my eyes.
Maybe I should sign up for the study cafe where she works part-time. Study there for an hour or two before heading to the convenience store.
Ugh, one thing's clear: this house is no place to study. I've never been good at it alone at home anyway. And with no safe place to look...
"......"
That pose is dizzying even in photos. Up close in crystal-clear, living color better than 4K QLED? Forget it.
My little guy is already rock hard. Haven't relieved any urges through Hana lately either—it's been forever.
'When she should be helping me vent this.'
Right next to me, Oh Hana's working out hard in those ridiculously sexy leggings.
"Hah! Hyaah!"
She's going at it with real energy. Leggings are insane in their own way. Nowhere to look. Isn't wearing that and complaining about guys worse?
It's just troublesome clothing for guys who don't want misunderstandings.
Of course, I'm on the "wanna look" side.
"......"
I'm gonna lose it. That plump ass shaking up and down right in front of me. Leggings are lewd enough, but knowing exactly what her pussy looks like under them...
Ugh, until East Sea's waters and Baekdu's peaks...
No good. Even Baekdu Mountain looks like those two asses now.
"Hana, wanna smoke when you're done?"
"Smoke? Sure... "
I figured Oh Hana of all people wouldn't turn down smoke time.
"...I almost said yes. But today, I'll try to hold off somehow."
Why the weird speech?
"Hold off today?"
"To truly savor the pure taste of a cigarette deep in my lungs after a long break, I've resolved to quit for just one day."
It's subtly ridiculous, but somehow convincing—and that's on me. Yeah, after a break, sucking one down and filling your lungs hits different.
No, seriously, why the speech pattern?
"You're working out harder than usual today?"
She's always exercised steadily to look good for that Riki guy she wants to marry, but today's intensity is way up.
"Feels like it'll help me sleep well later."
"You sleep fine normally."
Funny hearing that from a girl who passes out in one minute under the covers.
What to do. I'm going crazy. Need to deal with this lust first before hitting a reading room or cafe to study.
How to say it.
Today's Oh Hana feels like she'd refuse even for a million won. Iron will.
"Bye the morning, feel like magic! Hiya!"
That intense, she'll crash hard later. Thinking of her usual sleep, she'll be out cold—someone could carry her off unnoticed.
"Huff, heave, haa. I'm dying."
Yeah, makes sense.
Just what I've seen is four hours already. Woke up early, ogled your and Aebom's asses, and boom—four hours gone.
Her sweat cooled multiple times, yet she's drenched again. "Sweat shower" fits here.
Thanks to her, no boiler needed, but the room's steaming hot.
"Gotta shower."
"Yeah."
Shooo, she showers longer and more thoroughly than usual, comes out in underwear, and dresses piece by piece.
Not her usual sleep pants.
Thick brown fleece pants. Thick sky-blue turtleneck sweater. White scarf. Mask. Finally, puffy long down coat.
Anyone'd think she's off to see the sunrise. Full battle gear.
Socks? Sleep socks.
"Hey, where you going?"
Just from asses, it's suddenly 10 PM.
At my question, Oh Hana pulled her mask down below her chin.
"Meeting friends. Oh, spot me ten thousand won, oppa."
"Ten thousand? Uh, sure."
Ten thousand's no biggie.
I pulled a bill from my wallet; she extended her shaky hand and carefully stuffed it in her pocket.
Meeting friends on ten thousand?
"Alright, be back. Thanks for the hard work."
No chance to stop her—she shoves on shoes over sleep socks and leaves. Slippers? Meeting nearby?
As I scratched my cheek thinking that, it hit me: just me and Han Aebom left.
"Uh... Heh heh."
What heh heh. We've been alone before; weird laugh just makes it awkward.
"Hana's something else, right? Super popular everywhere."
"Yeah, she's a good person."
Whoa. Didn't expect that from Han Aebom. Quest for them getting friendly hadn't cleared, but this?
"She coming back at dawn?"
"...She won't. At least not till morning. Maybe not till lunch."
Huh? I looked at Han Aebom, who'd been reading nonstop. She stood carefully.
Opened the dresser.
And out popped my "lost" panties.
"......"
Why are those there?