Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: 8. Behind Unnie's Back
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Whirr...
Standing next to the rumbling washing machine was Yojora, dressed in an oversized man's t-shirt.
She looked dazed.
I couldn't be sure, but that's how it seemed anyway.
Maybe everything that had just happened was nothing but an alcohol-fueled hallucination.
Or perhaps there was a glitch in her memory, and she hadn't actually ridden Seo Woo-jin all the way to the end.
As those thoughts swirled dizzyingly in her mind...
Yojora tugged the collar of the t-shirt up to her nose again.
Whirr...
While listening to the washing machine hum, she inhaled the scent of the shirt.
It was some unfamiliar fabric softener.
Apple-scented? No, the more she sniffed, the more it just smelled like detergent.
Sniffing deeper, she could almost pick up Seo Woo-jin's body odor.
Even deeper, and the thick semen she'd just swallowed seemed to faintly mingle in.
Deeper still...
Her mind kept going blank.
...Blissfully happy, maybe.
Hmm.
"Fwaaah..."
Yojora slowly exhaled the deep breath she'd taken in and staggered toward the bed.
She collapsed with a thud onto the unmade bed, blankets tossed aside.
Seo Woo-jin's t-shirt and a pair of thin panties were all she wore.
Hehe. A tiny giggle escaped as she wriggled around.
Heeheehee. Even clutching the blanket tight, laughter leaked out between her arms.
Kyahaha. She kicked the bed with both legs, twisting her whole body.
Not satisfied, she rolled back and forth until her long hair was a tangled mess.
Finally, under the mood lighting, she picked up her phone from where she'd left it and stared blankly at the screen.
Seo Woo-jin.
In their empty chat room...
...now filled with fresh new photos.
"......"
A photo of her massive tits—even she'd call them vulgar—squeezed together in the grip of a large male hand.
Her slightly curved, thick cock slipping easily between them, oozing jelly-like semen from the tip.
A somewhat dumb-looking woman catching it all in her mouth... tongue out like presenting for her master's inspection.
Semen strands splattered across her face, making her squint one eye, glaring murderously up at the phone.
"......"
...Honestly, the out-of-focus shots made it hard to immediately recognize her as Yojora.
Thirty such photos in total.
As she browsed through them one by one, pinching her nipples...
"Heheheng..."
As much as she couldn't do back then.
As much as she wanted.
"...Wanna work together..."
She beamed with a happy smile.
39
It had been a full hour since I'd flung the window wide open.
After emerging from the bathroom, I swung the hairdryer around while closing the window.
Resolving to air out the place in winter is no easy feat.
Not that other seasons make much difference.
Pollen-filled spring.
Mosquito-infested summer.
Fall.
Yeah. Fall seems the best among them, aside from the chill.
Anyway.
I threw on some clothes and stared at the chat labeled [Psycho Bitch] in my phone.
No normal conversation whatsoever.
Just filled with blurry, out-of-focus photos shadowed by the man straddling her belly.
The only clearly identifiable bits were the pale, voluptuous tits;
jet-black hair;
thick globs of semen dripping down below the woman's face;
a cock panting hungrily after just one load, far from satisfied.
Blood-red eyes staring daggers at the lens, as if ready to rip me apart.
That's about it.
She could've just snatched my phone and deleted them instead of glaring.
Backups this, cloud that, password whatever—she'd blabbered excuses, trembling all the while.
Thinking back on her flustered state brought a smile to my face.
Backups? Everything's right here on my phone.
I wondered what she'd have done if I'd told her straight.
...Screamed bloody murder about me lying, probably?
Pondering how to toy with Yojora next...
I noticed the little "1" badge on the photos had vanished, then a new unfamiliar emoticon popped up.
Oh. Not an emoticon. It was at the top of the screen.
So...
KakaoTalk notification.
...A KakaoTalk notification. But why?
Personal message? No way. Reason's a secret.
Group chat? Same. No way. Secret reason.
Even monthly gas bill nagging alerts—I'd turned those off beforehand... well, pre-regression me had.
Principal Seok Jae-hwa came to mind.
But older folks prefer calls over texts.
Mixed it up with another alert maybe.
I swiped down the status bar, and the truth appeared.
Lee Ha-yoon.
─Playing a game?
Out-of-the-blue question from Lee Ha-yoon.
I'd definitely told her before I wasn't into games.
Why ask something like that all of a sudden?
And that wasn't all.
The notification badge showed 3.
Meaning three random questions like that.
I frowned slightly and tapped the alert.
─What're you up to? 8:56 PM
─Any favorite foods? 9:07 PM
─Playing a game? 9:09 PM
Exactly three messages.
But all completely different.
Couldn't tell what she wanted.
Answer the first one about what I'm doing?
The food prefs one?
Or the game question?
...No clue, but I went with the last one.
Seemed like the most recent curiosity.
─Nah, wasn't gaming. Saw it late 'cause I was busy.
Short reply, then I headed to bed and plugged in the charger.
Right then, a light buzz.
[Lee Ha-yoon]
─Work?? What kinda work keeps you from checking your phone till after midnight??
Hitched a ride with a realtor to scout a new place,
played with the bratty sadist-pretender Yojora like a toy for a bit.
Too lazy to fabricate excuses for the first,
never gonna explain the second.
Making up lies from scratch? Headache.
...No choice.
─House hunting.
I flopped onto the bed and sent that.
Bad view.
Inconvenient commute.
Sudden spare cash.
Something vague like that should suffice.
[Lee Ha-yoon]
─Can't spare a second to check your phone while doing that?
Lee Ha-yoon zeroed in on something else entirely.
...Fair point, now that she mentions it.
What to do.
Should've just said I was gaming like she guessed—might've been less hassle.
A soft sigh, and messages poured in.
[Lee Ha-yoon]
─Anyway, any favorite foods??
─Chicken? Pork?
─Not vegan, right?
Identical to the second message I'd seen earlier.
No need to hide this...
Honest answer should be fine.
─I'll eat anything but vinegared veggies.
─Even heavy on veggies if it's like chicken salad.
─Love both chicken and pork you mentioned.
─Aha...
─So, why ask?
Lee Ha-yoon went silent for a while.
She'd read my messages—no "1" badge.
Weird.
Obvious reason for prying into food prefs anyway.
To avoid awkward issues when eating out together.
Like that couple bickering on the street before I got home yesterday.
...Probably just busy with something, can't reply.
As I pulled up the thick comforter...
The screen scrolled up a bit.
─I'll tell you tomorrow!
─Oh, you off Saturday?? Nah, right??
*****
"...So."
"Yeah."
"That's why you asked?"
"Yep!"
Lunchtime.
Lee Ha-yoon nodded, her empty bag slung limply over her shoulder.
And between us...
"No veggies, so I loaded it with meat."
"......"
A bento box sat there—clearly handmade by Lee Ha-yoon.
A four-tiered one, no less.
"This tier's rice, this one's meat mains, this has egg rolls and sides... This was gonna be dessert with cherry tomatoes and stuff from home, but worried you'd hate it so I skimped and added bacon, tofu wraps, and..."
"......"
As Lee Ha-yoon disassembled it tier by tier with explanations, I spotted "Lee Ji-yoon" scrawled tiny on the middle container.
Maybe from CSAT days or something. Never took the exam myself, so who knows.
Do you really need to label lunchboxes?
"...Thanks. You didn't have to go this far."
"Nah, I gotta eat too."
"Cafeteria's right there."
"Too pricey."
"Pri...cey? Isn't it like 7k won tops?"
"This all adds up to about 4k?"
"...?"
Then what the hell were those delivery fees I paid per meal?
Did my brain trick itself into thinking prices dropped 'cause inflation's piled up over ten years?
How much was a triangle kimbap back then? As that crossed my mind...
Something red jabbed at me.
Vienna sausage, up close.
"Here, ahh~"
"......"
Beyond it...
Lee Ha-yoon, trying to feed me like I was a baby.
"C'mon. Ahh~"
"......"
Got it.
Why this girl—who'd yanked my hair like a leash and pounded herself on me yesterday—suddenly showed up at the nurse's office with a cute bento.
......Might as well play along a little.
"How's it taste? Good?"
"...Perfectly cooked."
"Really? Phew. Made it Ji-yoon's style since she likes it... Used it for breakfast sides too."
"Aha."
Vienna sausages all taste the same.
Couldn't say that, so I praised it vaguely and took the spoon from her.
Lee Ha-yoon's sensitive spots are clustered front of the uterus anyway.
No matter how romantic she tries in bed,
or how she takes charge like a big sis, swinging her hips...
Nothing beats getting pinned like an animal and broken by a guy.
...She'll figure it out naturally spending time with me.
I picked up an egg roll, following her munching rice.
"Oh, right."
"...?"
"Ji-yoon. She's been saying her head hurts again lately..."
"......"
"Uh, think you could help her out again...?"
*****
"You're my type, so maybe..."
"Sorry. Got a boyfriend."
"Ah, okay."
Lee Ji-yoon answered without even straightening up, diligently wiping the spilled coffee.
Fingers looked fine—why do clumsy customers spill on the table once a day without fail?
Can't they just use a straw like normal people?
Why make extra work? On purpose? To piss off the part-timer?
Wanna kill 'em. Damn...
She finished mopping quickly, cracked her stiff back from lack of exercise, and pressed her temples.
Head hurts.
Karens are fewer than usual.
Annoying stuff nonstop from open to mid-shift,
but closing shift's almost here at 5.
Just hold on...
Chat a bit, rest, then head home...
—Ding, ding.
Just as she tried to relax, the door chime rang from downstairs.
Internally grumbling, Lee Ji-yoon set the cleaning tools by the table and headed down the stairs.
And bumped into him.
"Oh. Long time no see."
"...? ...Yeah. Long time... Wait, how'd you know I work here?"
"Ha-yoon unnie told me."
"Aah..."
"Uh... Gotta order something to stick around, right?"
Seo Woo-jin.
Her sister's boyfriend.