Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Taming Han Su-ah (3)
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If I had to put a label on it, I'd say I'm the type who saves the best for last.
The strawberry on top of the cake.
The main side dish in a bento box.
The chashu in ramen, and so on.
Rather than stuffing it in my mouth early and savoring the joy before I'm full, I prefer letting it sit until the very end, rolling it over my tongue to truly appreciate it.
Bitter ends with sweet.
After enduring the bland stuff, the swelling payoff finally...
Pfsh,
...drops its gift right onto my tongue.
And this preference isn't limited to just food.
Sex is the same way.
The thrill when I first forced skinship on a hero who tried to kill me the moment she saw my face.
A few days later.
The thrill of watching that hero—who swore up and down she felt nothing—start twisting her face in reluctant pleasure and confusion.
A few days later.
The thrill of seeing a hero who would've kicked me away in an instant now gulping hard at the sight of my erect cock resting on her lower belly.
A few days later.
"I'll kill you."
"Get it out now."
"This feels disgusting, you fucking bastard."
And a barrage of every curse under the sun from her mouth—while her hips subtly bucked toward me, slamming wetly against mine.
The thrill of that.
A few days later.
The thrill when a hero, charging at me in vengeful fury, ended up subdued in the most ridiculous way imaginable.
In the end.
The thrill when that unmistakable hero—
in baggy clothes,
a pitch-black mask,
and a hood pulled tight to hide her identity—
hesitantly knocked on my door.
The thrill of locking the door behind her, tossing her mask and hood to the floor like unwrapping a package, and starting the foreplay driven purely by lust.
...Well, I haven't even gotten to step one yet, let alone the finale.
And if we're splitting hairs, it's more like sweet leads to even sweeter.
Wouldn't it be way better to rinse your mouth with something tasty,
devour something even tastier,
and finish off with the tastiest thing of all?
So.
I was looking forward to it.
The moment Lee Ji-yoon—who'd started sneaking around for "practice" sessions behind her sister's back—
heard the sounds of her sister and me kissing.
I wondered what she must be thinking, all alone at home.
"......"
...Probably not,
Good thing the practice paid off.
69
It started snowing at dawn today.
Not the fluffy, sweet kind, but still, nice fat flakes that looked pretty enough.
Winter's basically over, early March already, and it's still this cold...
Part of me just wants to stay buried in the blankets reading comics.
"Haa..."
But I'm the PR model for Hanseol Group.
Even the easy stuff like studying is a total headache for a dunce like me, but today I still have to head to the academy and dutifully build a good image for the group...
"Ugh..."
Still annoying.
I ignored the alarm blaring beside me and face-planted on the bed, only dragged out by the housekeeper auntie right before class time. Half-asleep, I stumbled straight to the shower.
Too tired for full makeup—just a quick cushion pat.
No time to style my hair, barely enough to dry the roots before tying it back roughly.
...Maybe because I dried it in a rush, but today it kinda gives off a lion vibe.
That signature sleepy-eyed look.
The inside's nothing special, but the laid-back impression from the wild exterior.
The half-dried curls going every which way.
And the light brown color to top it off.
Hmm...
Hmmph...
I shook my head in the mirror, lost in otaku-ish musings for a moment, then finished an unladylike yawn and threw on my white long padding coat before leaving the officetel.
About ten minutes later.
At the crowded crosswalk bustling with people.
"Annyeong..."
I cautiously called out to Yojora, who was busy crunching through the snow.
For a split second when I spotted her from afar, I considered greeting her in Japanese, but nah.
Simple reason.
Too otaku-vibes.
I knew even without friends that kind of image usually worked against you in social stuff.
For now, "I kinda like comics" was enough.
That wasn't full-on otaku territory.
As long as my hidden otaku games on my phone didn't get found out.
"Ah, Su-ah-chan."
I'd been nervously waiting in case she didn't hear, but she turned with a bright smile, eyes meeting mine. Her cuteness drew a innocent grin from me as I sidled up right next to her.
Maybe because I'd just wrestled with my own hair drying?
Today, Yojora's long hair swaying down past her waist looked annoyingly in the way.
...Should I bring that up?
Nah, would she find it boring?
Something fun... what would be fun to talk about?
Comics?
Isn't that otaku-ish too?
No, she said she likes comics...
Ah, maybe say I read the one you mentioned yesterday?
Even fake it and say it was good?
I wanted to just chat naturally, back and forth, but in practice it wasn't easy. After racking my brain for a topic...
"Hey. Yojora."
"Yeah?"
The light turned green.
Amid the synchronized footsteps spreading out, my voice slipped in.
"...Uh, the comic you mentioned yesterday. ...I read it..."
"Really?"
She responded to my hesitant mumble with an incredibly bright tone.
Good.
That's gotta be at least 90 points. Solid reaction.
Now if I just say something like "it was fun" or whatever, I can wrap this up nicely.
That was the plan.
"Did you finish it all? The comic?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. All of it."
Until her eyes sparkled and she asked—with way more precise pronunciation than yesterday.
"Then up to the sex scene...! Mmph, mmph!"
"Yojora, we're outside...!"
All because she straight-up yelled "sex" in the middle of a mixed crowd at the crosswalk,
until I clamped my hand over her mouth from the stares.
"......Pfhh, even the part where she squirms on all fours at the end. You saw it all?"
"......"
Until Yojora pulled my hand down like a mask and spoke in clear Korean, grinning like a kid.
Yeah, that seemed about right.
Though I'd forgotten everything in my panic.
"I... I did. Yeah."
"You sawww... You read it......"
Is she amused because I acted all "no naughty stuff" yesterday, then read it in one day?
She shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her black hoodie—like her hair—and looked up at my face with a beaming smile.
I was just embarrassed at my age to know so little about sex, so I read it half out of shame...
And after finishing, I slammed it shut like, What is this? Gross. Perverted.
But seeing her intense reaction, if I admitted the truth honestly, she'd deflate hard.
Is spicy manga talk really that great?
'...No choice.'
Embarrassing, but gotta keep the convo going somehow.
Staring into her red eyes—stickier and more intense than yesterday—for a moment,
I checked that the pedestrians around had thinned out and lowered my voice.
"It was... fun. The comic."
"Really? Which part?"
"Not any specific part... overall?"
"...Heh."
She started flapping her hoodie like a penguin at my plain-faced lie.
...Looks like the truth has to wait till we're way closer.
"What about the last part? How was it?"
"...How was it?"
"Did it get you hard?"
"Har...?"
Her blunt vocab jammed my words shut.
And with it, the crunch of snow underfoot.
Then my vision tilted flat.
Thud, all the way.
I wobbled.
"You okay?"
"Ugh..."
Glancing back with a creak, there were three or four muddy footprints stark on the shoveled roadside snow.
We'd been walking smack in the middle of the sidewalk just now...
Must've stumbled from her words.
...Where the hell did she learn a word like that?!
Why drop it outta nowhere and fluster me like this?
My palms and knees stung from scraping the ground.
Men passing by glanced over, pretending not to notice after seeing it all.
My stockings were laddered too...
In the end, the arrow of embarrassment pointed straight at Yojora.
"It's your fault for bringing up stuff like that, Yojora...!"
"What stuff...? Oh, the comic?"
I jumped up and nodded.
Then from her still-playful smiling lips,
clear as day,
almost announcer-perfect Korean poured out.
"The part where she screams 'I'm cumming, I'm gonna die!' while clutching her pillow and twitching all over, and he grabs her handprinted ass and pounds away like crazy."
"......"
"The last scene."
"......"
"Did it get you hard?"
"......"
One syllable at a time.
Every weird Korean word from Yojora's mouth, and my eyes darted around.
Luckily, no one close enough to overhear.
The people nearby from my fall scattered ahead like they'd planned it.
Just a few office workers ambling from afar.
...This is insane.
Are Japanese people just chill about this stuff?
Is that racist?
Panic making my thoughts bounce everywhere.
I erased the final scene her description conjured—scrubbing it like with an eraser—and whispered,
"U-um, Yojora?"
"Yeah, Su-ah-chan."
"I don't really know about that stuff..."
"......"
"Sorry... I, uh, don't really get if it... turns me on..."
I couldn't fake "yeah, it did" here.
With how into spicy stuff she seemed, it'd come out as a lie soon enough.
...I just wanted to end this lowbrow chat fast.
Honestly.
"......"
"......"
Her smile held steady, at least.
...No.
Seemed even happier than before.
Who knows.
I dunno...
My palms hurt...
The file I sent yesterday.
It showed as read in under three seconds, but why no reply?
Early morning in the health room, fiddling with my phone, I let out a regretful sigh.
She definitely saw it right away, but Lee Ji-yoon was acting totally "normal."
Same as after her karaoke date with Lee Ha-yoon when she got home and started gaming.
Normal briefing.
Normal chit-chat.
Normal goodbye.
And done.
No changes from Lee Ji-yoon until this morning.
"...Weird."
Maybe she's in a bad mood.
It looked like stealing her sister's boyfriend,
but she might've seen it as some secret romance.
Or maybe she's turned on.
We did kiss practice, then I kissed her sister.
We did sex practice, so next I'll do the real thing with her sister.
In that consistent flow, the thrill of claiming me first with "practice" as excuse—before her sister.
That could've aroused her.
Plenty of other possible reactions,
but without a word, it's all speculation.
First time trying this—maybe I messed up.
Should I switch tactics now?
Or watch a few more days?
I set the phone spinning between my fingers down on the desk.
Knock knock.
Someone knocked on the health room door.