Episode 84: Choi Si-joon Is in Danger (2)
Chapter 84: Choi Sijun Is in Danger (2)
"Mmm..."
My head felt heavy. My nose was completely clogged, so every breath I took through my mouth scraped my throat raw. It was miserable.
The clinking of dishes and the sound of running water pulled me out of sleep.
Through half-closed eyes, the sunlight streaming through the window had already stretched long—it was broad daylight.
I didn't feel Nuna's cozy warmth next to me, so I fumbled around the space beside me, but all my hand found was cold, empty sheets.
I grabbed hold of my groggy consciousness and shuffled slowly toward the living room. I naturally assumed Nuna would be in the kitchen, but the figure standing there was someone else entirely.
"Haru?"
A raspy voice scraped its way out of my throat. Haru, wearing an apron and stirring a pot with a ladle, turned her head.
"You're up?"
Haru's clear, shining eyes fixed on me. Her expression was as bright as ever, but there was a heavy dose of worry packed into it.
"Yeah..."
At my reply, Haru gave a small smile, turned down the gas, and walked over to place a hand on my forehead.
"You could have slept more... You've still got a fever."
The cool touch of the back of Haru's hand felt so good that an involuntary grin spread across my face.
"I slept so much my back's killing me..."
"Really?"
The worry on Haru's face eased a little, like she'd decided my condition wasn't so bad after all. Then she stepped right into my arms and hugged me.
Her slender arms wrapped around my waist, and the fresh scent unique to Haru tickled my nose.
It's honestly amazing how I can barely breathe through my stuffed nose, yet I can pick up a scent like that perfectly.
Haru lifted her face and brought it close to mine. Just as her glistening lips were about to touch mine, she suddenly froze and pulled her head back.
"Ah, right... the cold..."
A short sigh, and her lips retreated. It made perfect sense. I couldn't risk giving my cold to Haru.
But maybe because I was physically sick, my heart had weakened, too. In that split second when Haru hesitated, I felt genuinely hurt. I found myself childishly sticking out my lower lip and showing my disappointment.
Noticing my expression, Haru gently cupped my cheek.
"Once you're all better, we'll do it as much as you want, okay?"
"Okay."
Haru's face was still full of her own disappointment, so I decided to let it slide with just that.
"So, where's Nuna?"
"She had a class, so she went to school. I came over in her place."
"Thanks."
I pulled Haru into another tight hug. The warmth radiating from her body seemed to melt the chills the flu had given me. I was grateful that Eunhwi Nuna had sent Haru to fill in for her, but I also felt a little sorry for making Haru do this.
"Alright, that's enough. Let's eat. You have to eat to take your medicine."
Haru slipped out of my embrace and moved something to the table—a beautifully and neatly made bowl of porridge.
"Looks delicious."
"Right?"
Steam curled up invitingly from the porridge on the table. Finely minced beef and vegetables were carefully mixed into the porridge, finished with fragrant sesame oil.
I'd thought the bad taste in my mouth meant I had no appetite, but the moment I smelled that nutty sesame oil, my stomach let out a loud rumble.
"Let's eat, quick."
Haru bustled around, even pulling out a chair for me, clearly eager for me to sit down. Normally, things like that were my job, but watching Haru take care of me felt strangely good. I didn't mind it at all.
"Maybe I should get sick more often..."
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just nice having you look after me like this."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Haru's expression turned dead serious as she glared at me. I flinched for a second at that look.
Then she scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it with a gentle 'hoo hoo' to cool it, and brought it to my lips.
"Say ah~"
"I can feed myself."
"Sssst! You said you liked being taken care of."
"Well, not quite to this degree..."
"Hurry up, my arm's getting tired."
"Fine."
Pretending I had no choice, I opened my mouth and let her feed me. The soft porridge gently coated my tongue, warming my mouth before sliding down my throat, soothing my esophagus, which had felt like it was burning up.
The seasoning was perfect, and above all, the fact that Haru had made it for me so carefully made it taste even better.
"How is it?"
"It's good."
"Oh, good. I kinda just looked it up online quickly and followed along."
Haru smiled brightly and scooped up another spoonful for me. With each bite I took, I felt a little bit of my strength return in real time. After Haru gave me the very last spoonful and I was drinking some water, she suddenly asked:
"That thing earlier, when I stopped... were you really upset?"
"Cough!!!"
The unexpected question sent water straight up my nose, triggering a coughing fit.
"Keh-ugh, keh-ugh!"
"Are you okay?"
Haru patted my back as I shoved my face into the sink, asking if I was okay, but I couldn't even manage a reply.
Only after a moment passed and I'd calmed down a bit could I lift my face from the sink.
"Haah... I'm alive."
"Heheheh, did it really startle you that much?"
"Yeah... a lot..."
Haru covered her mouth with her hand, but she couldn't hide the laugh in her voice.
"So? Were you upset?"
"Was my expression really that out of control?"
"Yeah, you looked really, really disappointed."
"Then you had it right. I was upset."
"Heheheh, being sick turns you into a total baby, you know that?"
"Wah, I'm baby Sijun."
"Eww!! Gross!"
"Ah, where're you going~"
Haru fled from me into the living room, but the dishes inevitably drew her back to the kitchen.
"Take your medicine, wash up, and lie down in bed, our little Sijun-ie~"
Haru patted my butt and spoke to me like she was talking to a child. What I'd intended as a joke ended with me getting treated like a real baby, which honestly didn't feel great.
"Huh, this doesn't feel good at all."
"What? You said you're a baby."
"..."
After taking my medicine and lying down in bed, a hazy feeling washed over me, and my eyelids began growing heavy again.
"Sleepy?"
Haru, having finished the dishes, lay down next to me and gently smoothed back my bangs as she asked.
"A little..."
"Then sleep."
"But I want to talk with you..."
"It's okay."
"Haru."
"Hmm?"
"Never mind..."
As Haru stroked my bangs, the throbbing headache I'd had seemed to miraculously fade away. I looked at Haru through half-closed eyes. Maybe because she was lying with her back to the sunlight, her silhouette felt almost like an angel.
"Oh, right, Oppa."
"Yeah?"
Just before the demon of slumber could drag me fully into sleep, Haru called my name, and I barely managed a reply.
"Eunhwi-unni did it for you yesterday, didn't she?"
"Did what?"
"This."
Haru moved the hand that had been touching my head downwards and placed it on my pants, squeezing my crotch once.
"...She told you about that already?"
"Earlier, before Unni left for work, we had tea and talked."
"Damn... information travels fast..."
Seriously, what is this, the early 2000s Information Age? News travels way too fast. My women—even Sieun Nuna in America would probably find out within a week that I'd been sick and that Eunhwi Nuna had given me a handjob in the middle of it.
"But why do you ask?"
I was curious why Haru was suddenly bringing this up.
"Want me to do it for you, too?"
"... "
Just moments ago, the sunlight at her back had made her look like an angel. Now she was looking more like a devil. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't just my imagination.
"I'm a patient, you know..."
"Why~? This part's perfectly healthy."
Just like yesterday, even Haru's brief touch was enough to make my cock start hardening instantly, same as when Eunhwi Nuna had touched it.
Still, today I genuinely felt like I wouldn't be able to hold back.
"I don't know if I can stop myself today."
"Then don't stop?"
"What if you catch my cold?"
"Then you can take care of me, Oppa."
"Oh, really now... but a kiss was off-limits earlier?"
The brief moment of disappointment I'd felt was now threatening to become real annoyance.
"So, should I do it then?"
"W-wait, hold on—"
I tried to stop her urgently, but my words were already going unheard by Haru's ears. She immediately threw the blanket aside and yanked down both my pants and underwear in one swift motion, exposing my cock.
"Oh my, how cute."
Haru gazed at my still-shrunken cock with obvious fondness before popping it into her mouth in one go.
"Haah-mmph! Sluuurp."
As soon as Haru took my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it a few times, it instantly started filling with vigor, as if determined to reclaim its lost dignity.
"Aww... I liked it because it was small enough to take in all at once..."
Sounding genuinely disappointed, Haru grabbed my now-erect cock with her hand and slowly stroked it up and down while running her tongue slowly up over my glans.
But ironically enough, right at that moment, a wave of dizziness from the cold medicine hit me, and an insane wave of drowsiness crashed over me.
"Haru, I'm getting sleep—"
"You just sleep, Oppa. I'm going to keep going."
As if to show she meant business, Haru pulled the blanket back up to cover my upper body and started sucking my cock.
"Schluurrp. Slurp. Schluuurrrp."
With drowsiness and stimulation hitting me simultaneously, my head started going haywire. The two struggled for dominance, but the victor, in the end, was lust.
I threw the blanket Haru had covered me with back off, grabbed her head as she sucked my cock, and held it firmly, offering a warning.
"You started this. I really won't stop."
Even with her head held tight, Haru looked up at me and nodded.
Still holding her head in place, I started thrusting my hips upward slowly, savoring the feeling of Haru's mouth-pussy to my full satisfaction.
"Kyu-rook. Ku-ru-ruk. Kyu-ruu-ru-ruk. ♥"
Strange sounds came out, probably because I was hitting the back of her throat, and drool began leaking from Haru's mouth, but I didn't care.
My only goal was to use Haru's mouth-pussy to cum.
Schluurp. Schluurp. Schluurp. Schluurp. Slick. Slick.
"Schluurrp. Schluurrrp. ♥ Schluurrrrp. ♥ Tyurrrp. ♥ Schluurrrrp. Koo-rook. Choo-roo-rook. ♥"
Because I had a cold, my control over my strength was a little off, but Haru took everything I did as if it were nothing for her to handle.
Schluurp. Slick. Slick.
"Haru."
"Schluurrrp. ♥ Schluurrrp. ♥ Schluurr. ♥"
Even when I called her name, Haru only flicked her eyes up to glance at me once without pulling my cock out of her mouth.
"Kk-eut!"
Maybe because I was sick, the orgasm built up right away, even though I'd barely done any thrusting.
"Haru!!!"
Splrt. Splrrrt. Splrrrt.
"Koo-rook. Kyu-ruu-ruuk. Koo-ruuk. ♥♥"
As if determined not to waste a single drop of my semen, Haru sealed her lips tight, working them to suck every remaining trace of cum off my cock.
"Don't swallow it..."
"Already swawwowed."
Normally she would have swallowed it, but this time Haru dashed for the bathroom.
I found out later that my semen was apparently incredibly bitter compared to usual—she said it tasted like medicine. And the reason I'd cum so fast was because the time I thought I'd been worrying was actually time I'd been asleep, and Haru had been milking my cock by herself.
"Park Haru, you succubus..."
"Heehee."
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Here is Haru in her apron!
