Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Waxing (1)
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I approached Ayoung and quietly set my coffee cup down on the table.
She glanced at me before turning her eyes back to her phone.
I sat down across from her.
"..."
"..."
We sat there in silence for a moment.
Breaking the silence first was Lee Ayoung.
She tossed her phone onto the table with a clunk.
"Get me some water."
"...Huh?"
"Go grab some water from over there."
Ayoung pointed toward the stairs.
"...Okay."
I got up, filled a plastic cup with water, and brought it back.
"Good boy."
She set the glass down on the table without drinking and asked me,
"What're you doing this weekend?"
"...Me?"
Her face said, Who the hell else would I be talking to, you idiot?
"...Just hanging at home."
Ayoung took a sip of her coffee and snorted.
"Fucking Sujin?"
"Yeah... something like that."
She crossed her arms and asked,
"You hear? Me and Yujeong got the same birth control implant as Sujin, plus laser hair removal and all that. For OnlyFans with you."
"First I've heard of it."
"Listen."
"..."
"Yujeong and Sujin? They tried it once with you, felt good, and figured they could make some cash too. But I'm different."
I sipped my coffee without a word.
Ayoung glanced around the empty second floor, then cautiously spoke up.
"See, I've got money. My online shop's doing great."
"..."
What?
Sudden bragging?
"Doesn't mean fucking you was amazing or anything. Eh. Not really? No real connection or whatever. So honestly, no reason for me to do OnlyFans with you."
What? My national-power-level wizard dick wasn't good enough?
My pride took a hit out of nowhere.
Ayoung fidgeted with her perfectly manicured fingers as she said,
"Truth is, I've always thought you, Minwoo—"
"Then don't."
"...What?"
I cut her off, and Ayoung stared at me blankly, like I'd slapped her.
"If it's not good with me and you don't need the money, why do it? Just don't."
Her refined princess face twisted up in an instant.
"...You little shit. Let people finish talking."
She glared at me like she was about to claw my face off.
"..."
I flinched.
The sweet girl from moments ago furrowed her brow.
"Ha. Fucking hell."
"..."
Yujeong's already 1:1 material, but this one's still a tough nut.
She glared at me and said,
"You're... gonna fuck me."
"..."
"You fucking worm."
I wonder if anyone's experienced this.
Hearing a pretty face like hers cuss me out so viciously doesn't scare me so much as make me feel utterly hopeless, like I've failed as a human.
"Why would I wanna fuck you? So I can turn you into my slave, you piece of shit. That's perfect for you. Got it?"
"..."
"I'll make you my personal cocksucker cum rag, so keep that in mind. I'll have you begging to shove it in just once."
I swallowed hard and could only sit there frozen.
Ayoung chugged her coffee and slammed the cup down.
What a temperamental bitch...
We sat in silence for a bit.
Once her anger cooled, she asked in a softer tone,
"So. Room ready yet?"
"...Yeah."
"Fucking knew it. You could do it but held off on purpose, huh? To fuck around in your little paradise with Kim Sujin. Right?"
"No... it's not like that. Just got lucky, for real."
"Computer ready? You said you need it for editing."
"Ordered it today, so it'll be a few days..."
Ayoung nodded and muttered,
"You always make me talk like this."
"..."
"Even though you're good at it."
"Uh... can I ask something?"
She stayed quiet.
Meaning, go ahead.
"Why not do it on Sujin's channel? You could grow fast together..."
"Ugh."
Ayoung snapped in irritation.
"..."
"Embarrassing. Uploading videos means other people see us fucking."
Fair enough.
Separate channels, it might happen by chance, but one channel? You'd see each other's stuff every day whether you liked it or not.
"Plus... I'd feel bad for Sujin. She worked hard on it, and it'd bust her channel. And if I mess up and we all get hate? Even worse."
Fuck. Such a good girl.
Almost touched me.
Suddenly finding her prettier—Stockholm syndrome?
She added,
"Don't tell Sujin, okay? She'll think I'm starting my own to hog the success. But that's better than tanking hers."
"Yeah. Got it."
"Oh right, forgot. So, what're you doing this weekend?"
"...Why?"
"Got some men's clothes coming in. Need a model. Face won't show anyway. Thought you'd be fine."
"..."
"Ugh. I'll pay you. Problem solved."
"No, not that."
"Then what."
"Just... uh. Not weird clothes, right?"
Lee Ayoung squeezed her eyes shut and rolled her neck side to side.
"No. Just checking."
Why? Back in middle school festival play, this bitch made me a tree—topless, body-painted, no lines, stuck on stage the whole time.
Still get chills thinking about my nipples freezing...
Ayoung spoke up.
"Hey."
"..."
"Come here."
She patted the cushy seat next to her.
I got up and sat beside Ayoung.
"Massage my neck."
She turned her back to me and gathered her long straight hair into a ponytail.
Flawless nape, not a stray hair.
Fresh shampoo scent.
Her silky hair brushed my nose, making my head fuzzy.
Six years as her errand boy and back-of-class massager—I knew just how to rub her neck, slow and steady.
"Mmm."
She tilted her head back with a soft moan.
"Ah. Feels good."
Right now.
Right now, I could snap this slender neck.
Lee Ayoung's neck!
But of course, I didn't.
Not just 'cause I'm a decent human.
But also, like how she won't join Sujin's channel out of consideration...
She's not all bad.
Just picks on me extra.
But fundamentally, not a bad person.
...Fucking gorgeous too.
So yeah, I blurted "Then don't do OnlyFans" earlier, but obviously I want to.
Obviously, I want to addict Lee Ayoung to my dick like Kim Sujin.
"Stop. That's enough."
Ayoung said softly.
I stopped massaging and dropped my hands.
She turned around, face slightly flushed, glancing at me as she said,
"Ahem. Still got the touch after all this time?"
'Cause I've done it hundreds of times over six years—I know exactly what you like.
I stood to head back to my seat.
Thud.
Ayoung grabbed my thigh.
"Just stay."
"..."
"Got something to ask."
She showed me clothes pics on her phone.
"Check these out. Which is cuter, this or this?"
"...This one's better."
"Why."
"That one's got too much frill—looks overwhelming."
"Good. Next."
Ayoung stroked my thigh softly as we went.
Then, rumbling footsteps from the stairs—people coming up.
"How many of us?"
"Eight."
"Gonna need to push tables together."
I glanced over—chills down my spine.
Classmates.
Shin Jihye and Jo Namseok among them.
...Oh. Shit.
They think I'm dating Sujin.
I pretended not to see and grabbed Ayoung's wrist on my thigh.
She glared.
"Let go."
"..."
She leaned in and whispered,
"Before I scream."
"..."
Tears in my eyes, I let go.
Ayoung resumed stroking my thigh, sliding inward.
Till she brushed the goods in my pants.
"Next. Which is better?"
"...L-left one."
"Right? You've got an eye, Minwoo."
I slowly looked toward my classmates.
...Fuck.
They're staring—meet my eyes, they whip away pretending not to.
No... guys. It's not what it looks like.
Jo Namseok looks again, shakes his head like That guy's scum, huh?
To them, I'm the asshole whose girlfriend works downstairs, but he's up here flirting shamelessly with another girl.
How the hell do I.
Explain this shit?
Telling Ayoung "Classmates over there, cut it out" won't fly—she'd just giggle and escalate.
Ah... my college life...
"This one's important. Which?"
"...T-this."
Tears brimming, I kept picking clothes.
Late evening.
Choi Yujeong and Lee Ayoung finished moving into the third floor.
Housewarming meant another drinking party in our living room.
Kim Sujin, Choi Yujeong, and Lee Ayoung burst into giggles.
"Ah. Ah. Fucking hilarious."
Sujin wiped tears from laughing.
"Minwoo, tomorrow at school you'll be total alpha male. Right?"
Yujeong wheezed, slapping the floor.
Ayoung grinned and asked me,
"For real? Those were your classmates? They think you're dating Sujin?"
I sighed instead of answering and chugged my beer.
Ayoung shrugged.
"Hey. Not my fault. You pretend to date when you're not—that's why shit like this happens."
Sujin poured me a drink and said,
"Shoulda just not touched him. Why stroke his thigh at the cafe? Heh."
"Why not? It's not like he belongs to anyone."
Sujin and Ayoung exchanged subtle looks.
A brief awkward silence settled over the room.
Yujeong cleared her throat.
"Ahem. So when's the main event? I brought everything Sujin mentioned."
She patted the bath bag next to her.
What's with that thing? Keeps calling it the "main game."
I'm dying of anxiety here.
Sujin clapped.
"Minwoo, you showered clean, right?"
"..."
I helped move and showered after, but...
"Alright. Let's start."
"...?"
While I blinked in confusion, they cleared the booze bottles aside.
"What...?"
My voice trembled on its own.
Sujin smirked.
"We're gonna wax you."