Chapter 5

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 5

Chapter Title: Have Sex with Oh Hana

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Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Damn. What the hell is this, seriously?

I was so shocked that my dick, which I'd been fiddling with just moments ago, shriveled right up.

"Alright then. I'm off!"

Before I knew it, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Oh Hana had changed into her work clothes and was humming Riki's song as she headed out the door.

"......"

I finally managed to open my eyes.

There it was, brazenly tacked on below the original quest like some side mission.

"......"

I'm seriously going insane.

Have sex with Oh Hana? With a reward of 500,000 won and a Contraception Skill? What's a skill anyway? Wait, is it like those things you get when status windows start appearing? No, that's from fantasy novels...

"This quest I'm doing right now is already straight out of a fantasy anyway..."

I don't need that explanation, you know. I'm not a kid; everyone gets it.

"Ah, fuck..."

Sex? Sex? SEX?

So, sex with Oh Hana? Meaning, I'd strip her down—not just seeing her in those panties I always glimpse, but her full naked body underneath.

And then, I'd shove my, my lower half into her pu-pu-pussy...

"Like that's even possible!"

I finally understood why protagonists mutter to themselves in stories.

When shocking moments keep piling up, you can't sort it out in your head alone.

"Ugh, ughhh..."

Before I knew it, my shriveled dick was rock-hard again, throbbing painfully.

All in that short time.

Just thinking of the word 'sex' had me imagining fucking Oh Hana over and over in my mind.

Positions, plays—endless variety.

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Her riding me like a queen, smirking down... or whimpering, begging me to stop, which only made it hotter... Wait, what the hell am I doing?

"You're insane. Do that, and this whole setup's done."

Just moments ago, I was raving about how sharing a roof with her for a week had transformed my life quality and all that bullshit.

And now, suddenly, I'm fantasizing about stripping her and pounding away.

Am I some kind of animal?

Thinking about it, this quest was pretty considerate.

In those fantasy novels, quests often come with brutal penalties or penalties for failure to force compliance.

This one just said to do it—no time limit or anything.

So...

"I don't have to do it."

If I just wanted to keep things as they were, I could ignore the quest.

500,000 won and the Contraception Skill were tempting, sure.

But the current peace was better.

"......"

Because the house without Oh Hana was terrifyingly quiet.

Even now.

"No way in hell..."

I couldn't go back to how things were before.

Living without purpose, where even existing was torture—nope.

The only human voices were from part-time gigs, holing up at home drowning in self-loathing—never again...

"......"

The problem was, even knowing I didn't have to...

...the message kept flickering in front of my eyes.

Meaning I couldn't shake the thought from my head.

In fact, right now, I was endlessly fantasizing about how amazing sex with Oh Hana would be.

"Goddamn it. It's like lighting a fuse and watching it burn."

In a way, I'd been trying hard to ignore it.

A guy and a girl under one roof—nothing happening? Yeah right. It's all over dramas: stoic male lead and clueless girl end up together, even married.

"Ugh, I need to sleep first..."

With my night shift tonight, sleep was essential.

No—normal humans would be dead tired after ten hours overnight.

But I wasn't sleepy.

Close my eyes, and my brain loops her in lingerie from earlier, me pinning her down—endless replay.

"...Maybe a quick search wouldn't hurt."

I had zero intention of screwing up.

But sitting idle felt off. Fact was, deep down, I wasn't entirely against fooling around with Oh Hana.

[How to have sex with a woman?]

A quick internet search brought up all sorts of advice.

Most said confidence is key.

[Women don't hate skinship as much as you think if there's mutual interest, like if you're already flirting.]

[Women know guys are perverts deep down—almost none don't. Even proactive ones are often passive. So most follow a guy who takes the lead.]

Confidence, huh.

I'm already lacking it—now what?

"Ugh, ughh! No way I can sleep like this."

Searching just hyped me up more. Felt like I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠binged a full porn vid or smut story.

My dick stayed hard as rock.

Lie down, close eyes—still feel it throbbing. No sleep.

This was unavoidable.

I needed to soften this raging hard-on.

"Ha, shit..."

Normally, at 29, I'd squat at my dusty computer for a wank.

Not tonight.

I stripped off pants and boxers, plopping my ass onto the rumpled blanket where Oh Hana had slept.

"Ngh..."

The guilt of knowing better mixed with her lingering warmth and scent, driving me wilder.

A bead of precum leaked without even watching porn—full erection.

"This is driving me nuts, for real."

Swish, stroke...

In my whole life—even in the army jerking to pics—I never imagined sitting bare-assed on my roommate's blanket would make fantasy-fapping this intense.

Surprisingly, way hotter than porn, pleasure building fast.

"Ugh, ughh!"

This pace, I could bust quick and crash.

As climax neared, I grabbed two tissues, ready, and shot onto them.

Spurt, spurt...

Pathetic load...

About 5ml? Guess that's average.

"...Now I can sleep."

I planned to erase the sex-with-Oh-Hana idea from my head.

This chance was too precious.

Living with her under one roof? I'd pay for that. Couldn't ruin it for a momentary urge.

Besides, how? Force her? Finish the quest, pray no cops—best case.

'Forget that quest.'

Thinking that, I straightened her blanket just in case, then flopped onto mine.

Swish, thump...

Of all the damn luck.

I lay down, turned left—toward the bathroom, laundry basket in front.

Her flesh-colored panty-bra set from her shower slipped off, hitting the floor.

"......"

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Heart pounding like a motor. Supposed to sleep, but it's roaring. Worse, her panties and bra from earlier burned in my brain.

'...They're clean.'

Truth? Before her, I'd change undies every 2-3 days.

With her here, embarrassment kicked in—daily changes.

She did too.

Still remember her tossing sky-blue panties in the basket first time.

'Oppa, you know? Panties harbor bacteria—gotta wash daily.'

That sight—so cute, so sexy.

"Ugh, I'm losing it. Seriously!"

Why hard again?

Snapped up, sleepiness vanished once more.

Lifetime best porn? One nut, sage time—no rewatches.

No porn this time.

Just Oh Hana thoughts—two back-to-back erections. Pathetic yet impressive.

'No wonder guys with girlfriends go 4-5 rounds.'

Solo wanks once a day? Those multi-round dudes seemed superhuman.

Nah.

I just never had a girl nearby. With one close, twice is easy.

"...Ugh."

Second was weaker, though.

First wank felt primeval, vicious peak.

Now muted.

So what?

Throbbing, demanding release or no sleep.

"Ugh, ughh."

Instinctively stroking from my pants.

But another urge rose. Her fallen flesh-toned panties caught my eye.

"......"

I eased up carefully, dick in hand.

Knew this was wrong.

For her trust in showing vulnerability, no—as a human, this was off-limits.

Straight-up crime.

"J-just putting it back."

Managed bra back in basket.

Grabbed panties— so soft, light—heart exploding.

"Fuck, fuck..."

Still jerking the whole time.

Climax building, yanked pants off one hand, lifted her panties to my face with the other.

"Nghh!"

Her thick scent hit my hypersensitive nose.

No time for tissue—spurted maybe 3ml onto the bathroom corner wall.

"You crazy bastard..."

Sage time and shame crashed in. Wiped cum quick, sprayed fabric remover.

Then carefully replaced panties and bra just so.

Slept like a rock that night—worst mood, but two nuts deep.

"Oppbang! Oppa~! Dinner's ready. You've got night shift!"

Didn't stir once till Oh Hana got back from her café gig.