49. Hyeong-sik, Hands Off Our Jia... You Know That, Right?
My heart was pounding like crazy, but I calmed it down and opened the Shop window. I wondered how much the Specialization Enhancer would cost...
'150 points.' I'd kinda guessed it, but seeing that insane price, I closed the shop window without a second thought.
'This is like endgame content in a game... Guess gacha's my only hope now.'
Lately, everything felt like it was boiling down to 'ride, strike, battle, gacha.' Pushing that aside, I started tidying up the bed sheets scattered with traces of my intense affair with Hyunjeong.
Almost like second nature now, I swapped them out for fresh ones and tossed the cum-and-juices-soaked ones into the washer.
I mean, we did this pretty much every day—who wouldn't get used to it?
Ever since unlocking specializations, my days were filled with no-condom romps with Hyunjeong during the day, occasional hookups with Yunah noona in between—and just like that, it was Friday evening.
Today, after another sloppy fuck session with her in the rooftop room post-lunch, I headed downstairs for dinner once we'd caught our breath.
[Ding-dong, clank!]
"Oppa, you're here?"
"Yeah, Jia, you're home?"
"Yep, dance club wrapped up early today."
It was rare to see Jia around on a weekday evening. Turns out the first-year like me was in the university dance club, practicing late almost every night—that's why we hadn't crossed paths much.
Stealing glances at her killer legs on that slim, athletic frame as I stepped inside, I spotted Hyunjeong, who'd just finished prepping dinner.
But her face—beaming with joy from our daytime fuck—now looked seriously off. Something bad must've come up...
"Auntie, everything okay?"
"Well... sigh, never mind. Let's eat."
I asked the dark expression on her face as she sat, but she hesitated and brushed it off, not spilling the details.
Just as I was about to press, Jia across from me jumped in.
"Dad's cousin's son's wedding tomorrow, and Dad only told us tonight. Mom had to cancel her prior plans, so she's pissed."
Ah... those "prior plans" were a motel marathon with me. No wonder her face was so gloomy.
"Ahem... I only got the call suddenly too..."
"Suddenly my ass—turns out we got the mobile invite two weeks ago."
Even in a spot like this, the guilty landlord started fumbling excuses instead of shutting up, and Hyunjeong shut him down with a sharp retort.
The dinner dragged on in a heavier mood than usual. Jia, gauging her parents, finally spoke to me.
"Oppa, what time you wrapping up work tomorrow?"
"Huh? If nothing comes up, probably before lunch."
"Cool. Can you help me out after lunch then?"
"With what? Lemme hear it first."
She explained: just help lug her stuff to the dance club practice room. Not a big deal—mostly clothes, bulky but light.
No plans anyway since Yunah noona had modeling gigs, so I agreed to score some points with Jia.
She lit up with a bright smile. "Thanks a ton, oppa! I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."
"Sweet. Pricey stuff okay?"
"Totally—eat up!"
Meanwhile, as Jia and I bantered lightly, Hyunjeong shot the landlord another death glare.
Dude, shoulda given heads-up earlier... This wasn't an assist; you just own-goaled.
Dinner wrapped—plans canceled then revived—and as I finished fruit and geared up to leave for my shift, Hyunjeong stopped me.
Her eyes held a hint of anxiety as she said,
"Hyeong-sik, our Jia's off-limits... got it?"
"Of course. I got a conscience... Don't worry. Jia's just like a little sis to me."
She didn't spell it out, but I got the message loud and clear: don't touch her daughter. I nodded, easing her mind.
Same as always, smooth night shift from Friday to Saturday. On the way home, I bumped into the landlord and Hyunjeong heading out the green gate.
He'd slipped me pocket money with a "take care of Jia," while she trailed with longing eyes. Waved 'em off, hit the rooftop, quick rinse, and crashed.
[Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!]
Deep in sweet sleep, the phone alarm I'd set for Jia jolted me awake. A month of nights shifts had toughened me up—I felt pretty refreshed.
Lunch meetup, so I scarfed down some banchan Hyunjeong prepped, then headed to wash up.
Showered before bed, so just teeth and hair. Dressed for out, messaged Jia right on time.
Quick exchange, down to the first floor—there was Jia struggling with two massive bags.
"Jia-ya, gimme one quick."
"Ah! Yeah, oppa... Thanks, Hyeong-sik oppa. Not heavy, just bulky—tough solo."
"Good call calling me. How were you gonna haul both?"
We each grabbed a big bundle and headed out the gate toward campus.
Now I could check her out proper. White tee matching her pale skin, capri pants a tad longer than hot pants—pure, fresh vibe fitting her age, radiating charm.
Add her killer figure, and under the sun, she practically glowed.
Not exaggeration—guys passing by ogled her taut tits straining the tee, the way her shorts hugged that perky ass, those long slim legs. Some straight-up stared till eye contact, then coughed and looked away.
Probably pegged me as boyfriend or FWB.
Even I struggled tearing eyes from her stunning body, but Hyunjeong's plea from last night yanked me back each time.
Chatting idly with bags in tow for 15 minutes, we hit the dance club practice room.
[Ding-ding-ding, trill-clank!]
Inside, we were a sweaty mess—scorching sun, 10+ minutes walking, tops soaked through. Worlds from home.
"Oppa, you worked hard. AC's on—chill while I unpack."
"Nah, I'll help finish quick and rest together."
"You're the best, oppa. Dinner's gonna be killer tonight!"
Five more minutes helping her stack clothes in the corner cabinet. AC chilled the room, cooling our overheated bodies.
But not enough to dry drenched tops quick. As we sat resting, her peach bra and creamy skin shone through the wet tee, tempting me again.
Clueless or not, Jia didn't fix her top—just left her upper body exposed, defenseless.
My male instincts stirred, head turning...
'Hyeong-sik, our Jia's off-limits... got it?'
Hyunjeong's voice echoed, cooling my boiling lust for now.
But this was just temporary... my real trial was only beginning.