Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Yoon Soyoung's Story (2)
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After all that commotion, I stepped into the man's room.
How should I address this guy?
He didn't seem old enough to be called "mister," but maybe it was the grown-up vibe I'd felt when I first saw him in high school.
I just kept thinking of him that way.
He was as kind as he'd been the first day we met.
He'd brought me to his room when I was crying in shock.
Normally, I wouldn't dream of entering a strange man's room.
But today, for some reason, he felt so approachable.
Was it because of that weird dream?
It felt like we were lovers or something.
Like we'd known each other forever—comfortable and at ease.
"I'll go grab some medicine."
The mister left, and I was alone in the room.
I glanced in the mirror and saw a disheveled mess of a girl with smeared makeup, tangled hair, looking like a beggar—and she was crying.
'No way! I can't believe I was out like this.'
I hurried back to my room.
I had no idea where that creep with the wheels was lurking, but right now, it didn't matter.
I quickly fixed my makeup and changed my clothes.
'Make it look natural, like I didn't try too hard.'
I even spritzed on perfume I never usually wore.
It felt strangely like I was heading out on a date.
Back in the man's room, I sat there blankly, waiting for him.
Looking at the tidy, organized space made my heart flutter again.
Then a sound broke the quiet stillness.
'Huh? That's the laptop from the café!'
It sounded like it was coming from the laptop.
The power light was on, so it must've been in sleep mode.
'Just a quick peek?'
Pure curiosity.
I grabbed the mouse and wiggled it side to side.
"Kyaa!"
What the hell?
A naked woman was fully exposing herself, sweating buckets.
'How indecent...'
Is that what a mature woman's privates look like?
Darker and more voluptuous than mine.
First time seeing someone else's up close like this.
I hit play, and massive moans filled the room.
'Wait... these moans...'
It was porn.
The noises from next door were just porn.
"Pfft!"
Good.
Looks like no girlfriend.
Relieved, but a twinge of jealousy hit me too.
Why do all adult film stars have to be so gorgeous and slim?
'...I thought my boobs were my pride and joy.'
In girls' high school, friends would mob me begging for a feel, all jealous.
My full bust against a slim waist—I figured it could hold up anywhere.
But staring at those watermelon tits on screen made mine look pathetic.
If that's his taste—huge boobs like that.
It pissed me off.
I hated seeing him look at another woman's naked body.
Especially ones with tits like those!
'Argh!'
I deleted the entire porn folder.
Instant regret flooded in.
'Wait, who am I to do that? I can't just delete stuff!'
Way too impulsive.
Feeling guilty, I decided to make dinner at least.
'What's with this fridge? Just kimchi?'
I made kimchi stew.
Dad loved it, so this guy should too.
I put extra effort in, even though it was my usual recipe—knowing he'd eat it.
Just as the rice finished cooking, the mister returned.
"What're you doing?"
"Dinner time, right?"
He held a bag of medicine.
Thinking he'd gone all the way to the pharmacy for me made me a little touched.
"Your fridge is empty! Just kimchi, so I whipped up some stew."
Whipped up? I put my heart into it, mister.
I stared openly as he ate, forgetting all about appearances.
"This is seriously delicious."
A weird feeling.
A tingle in my lower belly, then a sweet ache.
'I know lots of dishes I do well.'
I wanted to make more.
Cook up a storm and feed him everything.
The mister's name was Lee Jinwoo.
Wow.
I even liked his name.
Courage? Recklessness? Maybe my brain had snapped.
'Can I crash here just one night? I'm insane.'
Showering in a guy's room I hadn't even gotten the number from yet.
I must be totally nuts.
'Is my bare face too much? Should I redo my makeup?'
No helping it.
Heart pounding, I came out—he was fast asleep.
Good.
But his peaceful snoozing annoyed me a bit.
I turned off the light and lay next to the mister.
The quiet made my heartbeat thunder louder.
A miracle happening in one day.
'Thank you, Teacher Ba.'
I wanted to look at the mister more closely.
Would it be okay?
I cautiously turned the light back on.
Studied his sleeping face intently.
'His skin's still great, huh.'
I gently traced his face with my finger.
Suddenly, last night's dream of sucking the elephant popped into my head.
Did it really look like that?
My eyes drifted to his pants.
'Crazy? This is a crime.'
Just one suck since it's mine already—should be fine, right?
...But that was a dream.
Today, reining in my impulses felt impossible.
Like I was possessed, I pulled down the mister's pants.
Just like in the dream.
A big, floppy elephant dangled there.
'Eww... gross.'
Carefully, I grasped the limp shaft and put it in my mouth.
Smack...
Smack...
'Was it like this?'
I sucked his dick slowly, watching he didn't wake.
Keep going, and it started growing.
'Amazing...'
Felt so naughty.
I slurped harder.
My panties were getting wet—I could tell right away since I always get super soaked.
'No spare panties to change into—trouble.'
Already drenched panties.
Sticky, but nothing I could do.
Kept sucking the now rock-hard dick.
Earlier it was like soft konnyaku jelly; now stiff as a rod—fascinating.
'If I keep going, will that white stuff from the dream come out?'
Didn't want to imagine that fishy taste again, but I was curious.
"Mm..."
'!!!'
The mister stirred like he was waking.
If he caught me, I'd be done for.
I yanked his pants up and rolled over quick.
My soaked pussy juice made between my legs super sticky.
"Hm?"
Felt his gaze on me.
Did he notice?
"Snooort!!! Pff... grrr..."
I faked an even louder snore.
Seemed to work.
'Seriously aged me ten years.'
Was I losing my mind today?
Why was I doing stuff I'd never do?
Half-asleep, I felt a cool breeze on my privates.
...??
Did the mister just pull down my pants?
Peeking, his head was between my legs.
'No! I got so wet sucking his dick earlier—it's filthy! Probably stinks too!'
Disaster.
Way too much pussy juice; my crotch must reek.
'Why not undress me when it was clean!'
That was the worst part.
Mortified.
His sniffing breaths hit my secret spot.
Definitely smelling me.
'Ugh... please stop.'
Suddenly, his tongue licked my pussy.
So soft and ticklish—I barely held back a moan.
I bit my lip hard.
'Nngh... licking my pussy like that...'
Felt a flood pouring from my privates.
The mister slurped it all up eagerly.
"Fuck, this tastes amazing."
...Tastes good?
His words melted all my tension away.
'Ugh... even if it's tasty, go easy.'
Relaxing into the pleasure.
He lifted my bra and started sucking my tits.
'Too embarrassing!'
Never shown them to anyone.
After puberty hit and they swelled, I even skipped public baths from shame.
Yet this man groped and licked my precious body without a care.
So humiliating, but weirdly good.
His hands kneaded my breasts—I couldn't hold back.
"N... nngh..."
A moan slipped out.
He froze, surprised.
'Eek... can't stay quiet.'
I faked sleep with snores; he relaxed and resumed.
This time, fingers slid into my pussy.
'Ahh!... haaah...'
Is this why friends masturbate?
Never fingered myself except washing—he toyed with my virgin-tight pussy freely.
I clenched my teeth again.
How much time passed?
Suddenly, warm liquid sprayed on my pussy.
'No way—that stuff from the dream? Gross!'
Sticky, nasty fluid dripping down my privates.
Slippery and unpleasant.
'Ugh... now I'm... totally defiled!'
Didn't sleep a wink all night.
Using me like a sex toy.
Did that mean my body turned him on that much?
Making breakfast felt good, thinking it was for my man.
I quietly set the table and left the room.
A total stranger asks for my number.
Says he's seen me for days—when exactly?
This type's a pass.
About to refuse, but he stared right at me.
'What if he sees me reject and doesn't ask for my number either?'
I blurted out a random number.
He came closer, scolding me for giving out numbers like candy.
Did I look like some slut handing them to anyone?
I'm not like that.
'Totally bombed!'
The mister bought ramen and kimbap, headed to a corner.
Should I go chat?
Then something trickled inside me.
Rushed to the storeroom, pulled down my panties.
Blood everywhere.
'How long since my last period? Already again?'
Had back-to-back before, but.
This time, my pussy stung painfully.
Quickly stuck on a pad and went out.
Mister had finished ramen, heading out.
"Marlboro Red Mister!"
He turned.
"I'm switching shifts soon—walk with me?"
Where's this courage coming from lately?
Maybe the growing familiarity with him.
I decided to walk home with the mister.
The night air felt so nice; the way home was too short.
'Ugh... why's my pussy stinging so bad suddenly.'
Swollen pussy rubbing painfully with each step.
Something off with this period.
But once I got his number, none of it mattered.
Right before entering home, I peeked out and said,
"Mister's kinda weird, huh? Next time, I'll call you oppa. Go on in!"
I dashed inside so he wouldn't see my flushed face.