Episode 62: Is It Natural for Park Ha-ru and Ji Eun-hwi to Feel Sick Inside?
Episode 62: Is It Natural for Park Ha-ru and Ji Eun-hwi to Feel Sick Inside?
Chapter 62: Is It Any Wonder Park Haru and Ji Eunhwi Have Upset Stomachs?
"Aren't you hungry? Want to grab something on the way?"
Eunhwi, who was putting on her shoes by the front door, looked at Haru and asked.
"I'm not really hungry."
Haru paused while retying her shoelaces and lifted her head to look at me. Then, making sure Eunhwi couldn't see, she gave me a wink and answered.
"What about you, unnie?"
"I'm not especially hungry either..."
When Haru shot the question back at her, Eunhwi looked at me. With a smile just like Haru's, she met my eyes and winked.
"Ahem! Get home safely."
Feeling irrationally flustered, I cleared my throat awkwardly and saw them off as if nothing was wrong.
"Okay. Smooch!"
"You too, Haru."
"Okay. Smooch!"
Eunhwi pressed a light kiss to my lips first, followed by Haru, who stood on tiptoe and stole a peck.
Haru naturally took Eunhwi's arm, linking them together, and the two of them opened the front door and walked out as affectionately as real sisters.
Watching them leave so chummily together gave me a really odd feeling.
They both have my semen in their stomachs...
After the two of them left, I tidied up the room and was half-lying on the couch watching TV when my phone vibrated.
[ Haru ♥ : I drank some cider and burped, but it tasted fishy... ]
As soon as I checked the message, a dry laugh escaped me. It was a report so refreshingly frank and embarrassing—just so typically Haru.
[ Me : You gonna be okay? ]
I sent a message laced with worry, and a reply came back faster than I expected.
[ Haru ♥ : I feel fuller than I expected, so I'm not sure ]
Honestly, how much semen could there really be? Even on a generous day it's less than 10ml, so feeling full from it...
[ Me : Don't tell me... you feel full... from eating that... ]
[ Haru ♥ : You only say that 'cause you haven't tried it, oppa. Wanna try some? ]
She says that, but she has absolutely zero intention of actually making me taste it. She'd probably recoil in horror and tell me not to.
[ Me : No. ]
I have absolutely no desire to ever taste my own semen. My women eating it is something they do of their own free will; I've never once told them to do it. That doesn't mean I dislike it—it's something I'm grateful for, and to be sure, stimulating.
[ Haru ♥ : So firm about it lol. But oppa, you always say you feel full when you eat mine ]
[ Me : That's... true. ]
An undeniable fact.
I do feel a little full whenever I drink Haru's arousal fluid. It's not actual physical fullness; it's probably largely psychological.
Thinking about it that way, I can kind of imagine feeling full from it. Plus, Haru is the type who diets, so...
The conversation stopped after Haru's last message. I rested my phone on my chest and stared up at the ceiling.
Just as I was about to slide into sleep while lying slumped to the side, my phone rang again.
"Oh, Nuna."
— Oh, what, were you sleeping?
"I was just about to drift off."
— Ah, sorry.
Something about Nuna's voice sounded off, which made me worry.
"It's fine. If I sleep now I won't be able to sleep tonight. What about you? Your voice doesn't sound good."
— Oh, really? Good thing I called then... It's noticeable? What I ate earlier isn't digesting well... My stomach's not good.
Since it's not a substance originally generated for consumption, it's bound to make your stomach feel even worse. And on top of that, if she drank a carbonated drink with Haru, then all the more so.
"Are you okay?"
It was a little regrettable that the only thing I could offer her was a single worry-laden phrase.
— I'm okay. I think it might be because I drank the cider too hastily earlier.
"If it gets really bad, go to the hospital. Isn't there a pharmacy nearby?"
— I'll do that. As for a pharmacy... I'm not sure. I'll look around.
"Are you working late today?"
— No, I think I'll wrap up soon. I'm on standby in case extra filming pops up after I'm done.
"Then shall we eat out, for the first time in a while?"
— Sure. I want chicken.
"Honey Combo?"
— Yeah. I'll pick it up on the way home.
"Oh, awesome."
This was the kind of fried chicken I never even dared to dream about when the diet devil of our household, Choi Sieun, was around.
Maybe she sensed my excitement at the thought of fried chicken without me realizing it, because Nuna laughed on the other end of the line and kept talking.
— You really love that.
"Oh, do I? Heh heh."
We were chatting about this and that when the sound of someone calling for Nuna came through the receiver.
— Oh, they're calling me. Gotta go.
"Okay, see you later."
After hanging up, I stretched my arms out wide and got up from the couch.
"Oof... If I stay like that I'm just gonna fall asleep..."
I couldn't afford to fall asleep now—not if I wanted to eat that chicken.
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"Oppa, I'm here!"
Along with the cheerful electronic chime of the door lock, a familiar voice shattered the office silence. Before, I would've been flustered that someone had just walked into my private space without permission. But now, even that sound seemed to have become a part of my daily routine.
"Yeah, you're here?"
I answered offhandedly without taking my eyes off the monitor. Ever since Nara met my sister that one time, she has burrowed her way into my daily life more and more naturally, as if she'd been officially given permission to do so.
No—'burrowed her way in' might not be the right phrase. It might be more accurate to say she's simply settled right in. Right now, she'd entered the office password as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and was walking up beside me.
Before my reply was even finished, a refreshing scent brushed past the tip of my nose. Nara had already gotten right up next to my chair and leaned down.
"Smooch! Slurp!"
A soft sensation touched my lips, followed by the mischievous feeling of a tongue. In an instant, she'd licked my lips lightly and then pulled her body back in a flash, like a cat stealing a fish and darting away.
"Yah... you really..."
Flustered by the sudden surprise attack, I touched my lips and tried to put on a stern expression, but Nara paid it no mind whatsoever. Instead, as if my reaction was entertaining, the corners of her eyes crinkled and she grinned widely.
"Hihi, oppa, your reaction is seriously funny."
Seeing her laughing at me like that, I had no choice but to laugh, too.
"Oh? He laughed! Oppa, you like it but you're just pretending not to."
"Fine, I like it. So, you staying over today, too?"
"Yeah, of course!"
"What's so 'of course' about..."
Lately, claiming she can't sleep at night while studying composition, she's been coming to my office to sleep and stay over all the time. Even when I ask why she comes all the way here when she has a perfectly good dorm, she always just trots out the ridiculous excuse that she can only fall asleep if the smell of me is there.
The sleep... my office, of all places...
Suddenly thinking about my situation made me let out a dry laugh. It seemed that even I had resigned myself to this reality by now.
I'd accepted it as the Department Manager of Department 4. Some time ago I'd spoken on the phone with my aunt and...
— That position can never be replaced by anyone else, so you must protect it.
...That was the answer I got back, so I guess I've embraced this as my fate now.
"But, Nara."
"Hm?"
"Something about that outfit looks really familiar today. Feels like I've seen it somewhere before."
"Oh!"
At my words, Nara's eyes sparkled and went wide.
She touched the collar of the checkered shirt she was wearing and took a step towards me.
"Oppa has a pretty good eye, huh? These are the clothes I was wearing the day you stole my first kiss."
I couldn't agree with her phrasing about 'stealing' it.
"I'm the one who stole it? You're the one who stole it."
"Is that so? Anyway. You've got a good eye. Is that why the unnies like you?"
Ever since meeting Sieun, Nara had, for some reason, apparently sat down with not only Eunhwi but also Haru a few times.
At first I worried that it might be awkward, but now they might be even closer than I am with them. She casually brought up conversation with them without any hesitation, calling them "the unnies" so naturally. Sometimes I think women's capacity for bonding is truly scary. I can't help but wonder if having something in common made them get even closer.
"So? How long are you planning to sleep today?"
"Mm... I dunno."
"Are you that tired? Your face looks a bit washed out."
"Yeah... I couldn't sleep a wink yesterday. I was composing, and I only just managed to come out after seeing the sun rise."
The words "couldn't sleep a wink" didn't sound like a joke.
Worried by her slightly subdued tone, I found myself getting up from my chair before I knew it.
I stood in front of her and gently cupped her soft cheeks in both hands.
"You do look like you haven't slept."
"Right?"
"Even your makeup can't cover the dark circles. You're a total mess, you know?"
It was a remark thrown out half from worry, half from playfulness. But it seemed those words had touched a nerve with Nara.
"Urgh!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I got hit six times in the blink of an eye.
Nara had balled up her small fists and ruthlessly hammered my chest.
"Ack! Ack! Agh!"
A moan mixed with a scream burst out of me. She looked so delicate on the outside, but her strength was no joke—easily matching a full-grown man.
Maybe it's because she dances so intensely... her strength is no laughing matter.
I clutched my aching chest and swallowed a hollow laugh.
Why on earth is it that all the women around me let their fists fly first, and why the hell is it that they all hit this hard? Today, I was helpless once again against the burning hand-strikes hidden behind those pretty faces.
"Ow, that hurts... You seriously gonna keep not holding back your strength?"
"Who calls their pretty girlfriend a panda? Hmph!"
Nara huffed and glared at me like a hissing kitten.
I scooped the baby cat up in a princess carry and walked towards the adjoining rest area.
"Type in the code for me."
"Okay."
Nara punched in the numbers and pulled the handle. As I turned and used my back to push the door open, I checked the office door one more time.
"Are we doing it today?"
I'd been continuously hearing Nara ask if we were doing it today, but my answer was always...
"No."
And today's answer is the same.
"Why not!"
Nara grumbled, but still the answer was no. Her first experience, at least, I wanted her to have it somewhere nice.
I wondered if Nara even understood that I was holding back for her sake... so I just decided to say it straight.
"It's your first time. Let's do your first time somewhere nice."
"Really...?"
Nara, who had been about to keep complaining, froze both her actions and words at what I said.
"You don't want to?"
"No, no!"
When I asked again, Nara shook her head vehemently and smiled softly.
"Smooch. Wait for it. I'm holding back, too, you know."
"Okay... oppa, I like you..."
Nara wrapped her arms around my neck and burrowed into my chest.