Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Yojora Doesn't Give Up
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Short love affair ended.
Just once more.
I kept going with Lee Ha-yoon in the missionary position, then tied off the tip of the rubber full of semen and tossed it beside her.
If I had my way, I'd go all night, and honestly, I could if I really wanted to, but...
For now, I steadied my ragged breathing and held back.
If Lee Ha-yoon suddenly stayed out, Lee Ji-yoon would naturally suspect me first.
It'd be fine if Ha-yoon was the type who often stayed out, but from how buried she was in her part-time job, it didn't seem like she was.
Plus, hadn't something like that just happened yesterday?
There was no need to take the hard road just for a moment of messy pleasure.
If my goal was just to fully tame Lee Ha-yoon, that'd be one thing, but there was still so much more I wanted.
Right off the top of my head was, of course, her sister Lee Ji-yoon.
And the heroes from Miren Academy I hadn't fully scoped out yet.
...If I'd known it'd come to this, I would've memorized which academy each of those heroes came from instead of pondering how to fuck them beforehand.
"Are your clothes okay?"
"...My panties feel weird."
It was 10:40 p.m., a few hours after I'd laid Lee Ha-yoon on the bed.
She had no choice but to put her panties back on—the ones she'd just worn—and as she chewed her kimchi fried rice thoroughly, she grumbled.
"Should've hand-washed them while your sister was in the shower."
"Pfft, no need... What hand-washing... I can do it myself."
"How about your body? If anything still hurts, I can heal it more."
"...I'm fine now. All good. Yeah."
She answered in a small voice, poking at her fried egg.
I watched her and gulped down some cold water.
The air felt awkward after what we'd just done, but...
Seeing Lee Ha-yoon stuffing her face like a hamster brought an unwanted smile to my lips.
How is that her sister?
She's the little sister.
"Weird. Even though it was our first time and I went all the way in, I thought maybe I'd hurt you somewhere else."
Cough, cough. Right as I finished speaking, she choked like she'd gotten something caught in her throat and thumped her chest.
I immediately poured her a glass of water and continued.
"Like I said, tell me right away if anything hurts. Don't keep bringing up money and acting like it's no big deal."
"Mmm..."
Treat the body in exchange for a bit of fatigue.
It seemed like a simple, game-changing ability at first glance, but looking closer, there were a few more useful tricks...
Lee Ha-yoon looked like her head was spinning, so no need to try them out just yet.
...Not that they were anything amazing.
If now wasn't the time, I could always test them slowly later.
I was propping my chin on the table, watching the clock tick away,
when
"Um, anyway."
"Yeah."
"...What about that?"
Lee Ha-yoon asked without meeting my eyes, nose buried in her plate.
At the end of her fingertip was the bed, looking pretty far from fluffy.
From the pooled love juices where our hips had met, to the splatters from when she'd squirted lightly several times.
If Lee Ji-yoon saw this, she'd sprout a bouquet of ice flowers on my neck right then and there.
"What do you mean? Throw it in the wash."
"Yeah, but... the mattress and stuff..."
"Don't worry about it."
Unless she'd straight-up pissed herself, a little wetness from love juices wouldn't ruin the mattress.
It had a cover and pad, after all.
More importantly,
"You're not worried about my mattress—you should be thinking about heading out now, right?"
"Huh?"
"It's 10:40. You said you get off at 11."
"Already?"
Lee Ha-yoon's head whipped around as she munched her fried rice.
Maybe because of that.
The scent of my body wash.
And shampoo wafted faintly from her.
Tricky.
For me, it was nice feeling like we'd showered together, but...
If her little sister caught that scent, the outcome was obvious.
Sure, I wanted to get both sisters in the same bed someday, but not yet.
As I stood to erase any traces, her voice came from behind.
"...It's kinda tight on time. From here to my place... Hmm... I might have to run..."
"I'll clean up. You head out. Want me to walk you?"
Spray, spray. She seemed to get the hint and obediently spread her arms, so I spritzed her with Febreze as I asked.
The intense yet subtle contradictory scent wiped away the secretive traces.
"...Huh? Walk me?"
"Yeah."
"...Do you have to ask? Of course you should."
"Thought you might find it annoying."
"Annoying...? No, not annoying. We had... sex. And kissed. So we're basically dating... Oh, right, first your number..."
"Uh, yeah. ...Hold on."
"Wait...! Gimme your phone. I'll put mine in. I'm the noona, after all..."
Lee Ha-yoon rambled incoherently.
Boiled down, it meant something like:
We had sex.
We kissed.
So obviously, we're dating.
Probably that vibe.
No concepts like one-night stand or fuck buddy in her head, apparently.
Whatever she thought our relationship was, it didn't matter.
As long as Lee Ji-yoon kept shielding her sister, Ha-yoon wouldn't go blabbing about dating me everywhere.
Even if rumors of me having a girlfriend started, it wasn't necessarily bad.
Depending on the person, it could even lower their guard a bit.
He's got a girlfriend, so this much should be fine.
Something like that.
"Alright. Here, phone back."
"Time to go then. Noona. It's 41 minutes past."
"Yeah. Hold on... ...Nah, never mind."
"...What're you doing?"
As we headed out, she rose on tiptoes toward me, then spun around.
"...Don't couples usually kiss goodbye lightly when they part?"
"......"
"But I just ate kimchi fried rice. So..."
"Cut the nonsense. Check if you forgot anything. You asked for a send-off. What do you mean goodbye."
"Oh, right..."
"I'll walk you to the intersection up ahead. Straight shot to the convenience store from there."
"Huh? The intersection?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well, um... My friend said her boyfriend walks her all the way home..."
"...Let's go. For now. Whatever you want, Noona."
"Hehe. Okay. Then... ...Huh? How do you unlock your door lock?"
"Press the button below..."
*****
...Something about this drains my energy.
Maybe this is what it's like playing with a niece during holidays.
Not that I've ever gone for holidays, so who knows.
I walked Lee Ha-yoon—well, mostly listened—for nearly 30 minutes, then lightly jogged back to my studio on the sidewalk.
February's cold night wind brushed my cheeks and ears, stealing my body heat.
A stroke of luck, perhaps.
Got a great bait in Lee Ha-yoon, luckily.
Future Korea's No. 8
Code Name Witch.
The one who knows Lee Ji-yoon better than anyone.
In the past—before my regression—Ji-yoon was the quiet hero type who didn't even do common CFs.
After dealing with villains with her snow-white hair fluttering, she'd vanish somewhere, dodging the crowds rushing to live-stream on every platform.
So no gaps to exploit even after investigating, one of the women I'd given up on early...
And Ha-yoon's potential was considerable too, right?
Her downside now was being a half-baked hero who could get hurt easily, but that was something I could fix to an extent.
Handled right, Ha-yoon might bloom in her own way too.
Later, after taming Ji-yoon through "deals" and Ha-yoon becomes a famous hero admired by all, the thrill of secretly meeting them behind their fans' backs would double.
Good start.
As I controlled my thump, thump pounding heart and finished my light run,
"Uuum..."
I ran into a weird person at the first-floor entrance.
Around 11 p.m., decently late.
Fingers fumbling endlessly on the password keypad.
And a staggering back.
Putting it together, probably just some drunk passerby.
Or a resident too wasted to enter the password right.
Or someone from the next building punching in the wrong code.
Either way, annoying.
The last one's way more hassle, so hopefully the first.
"Hoo..."
Since it was a woman, I steadied my breathing to avoid looking suspicious if she was panting, then approached.
Shorter than expected.
From afar, her proportions made her seem taller.
Thought she'd be at least 170, but up close, barely scraping 160.
Other features: navy blue hair like the night sky, long enough to touch her hips.
The hair so long...
Reminded me of old days at the hideout, Yojora coming to me when bored, bitching about "long hair's a pain in the ass."
I'd just complained once about the hairdryer noise for over 40 minutes, and she griped for months.
What a bitch...
"......"
...Hold up.
Come to think of it, around this time, Yojora's hair was about that length...
My gaze shifted from her hair to the entrance keypad.
The fingers wobbling above were pressing 205. And the call button.
205.
My place.
"Not this address, huhhh..."
A calm voice that suited hot tea better than cold booze.
Tailing off with a heavy alcohol stench.
...A voice I knew very well.
I carefully backed away.
Stay calm.
If I hide at a PC bang for two hours without her seeing, then come back...
Or just crash at a motel...
Right then.
"Lemme see... 205 is right... Wrong address maybe...?"
"......"
"......Huh?"
"......"
Her sweet, loosened red eyes met mine as she turned.
Less like burning flames, more like freshly spilled blood.
Sticky red eyes.
"What're you doing out exercising, Woo-jin-ahhh..."
"......"
"Should've called first... Though you'd probably ignore it anywayyy..."
"......"
"Up we go."
No words came, so I tried playing dumb, but it was pointless.
She grabbed the black plastic bag rattling with cans and walked over: step, step.
"Kyaaang..."
She nearly tripped on her own feet, but a suddenly sprouted black tail stabbed the ground, steadying her.
...And two small black horns appeared on her head, vanishing cleanly moments later.
As if nothing happened.
"Urgh... Woo-jin-ah... Your noona got dumped by you once, but... can't you give me just one more chance..."
"......"
"Bought booze to drink with youuu..."
Mutation-type. Devil.
Hato Yojora.
Likes beer,
enjoys soju,
married to foreign liquor.
"Ta-dah... How many bottles of soju is this...?"
Loves splitting headaches from hangovers.
"A whopping 10 bottles..."
She smiled prettily in front of me.