Chapter 49
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Lee Ayoung Pussy Massage (1)
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A clear blue sky stretched out beyond the restaurant window.
The spot was a bit elevated, and since we were on the top floor, the entire college district sprawled into view at a glance.
Across from me, Sujin was pointing at something and laughing.
"Hey. Hey. I can see my house."
There was a villa building where she was pointing.
Our house, she says.
Heh heh.
Our. Heh heh heh heh.
I nodded casually, trying not to show it on my face.
"Yeah, looks like it."
Ayoung, sitting next to Sujin, stood up.
"Gotta hit the bathroom. Pick out the menu while I'm gone."
After she left, my eyes met Sujin's as she rested her chin on her hand.
Her porcelain-white face, bathed in the lazy midday sun, was so stunning I couldn't tear my gaze away.
I forced myself to look elsewhere and said,
"This place looks like the kind where you have to order wine or something."
The restaurant was packed with couples.
Sujin flipped through the menu and muttered,
"Don't even mention wine. Ayoung can't drink for shit and she'll flip out. Wine in broad daylight? Come on."
Oh. Right, someone's gotta drive.
Sujin showed me the menu.
"How about this? We can split this and this."
"Yeah. Sure, let's do that."
"Drinks..."
She acted like she'd already decided on the menu before we even got here.
After picking drinks too, she handed me the menu, propped her chin up again, and stared out the window in silence.
I pretended to browse the other items.
Look at these menu prices.
25.0
19.9
27.2
In dollars or what?
"Wanna hear something fun?"
Sujin said, still gazing outside.
"...?"
"I was planning to come here with you originally?"
She turned to look at me.
Our eyes met, and my breath caught.
She's fucking gorgeous.
I played it cool.
"Oh yeah? Guess I nailed it?"
Sujin glanced toward the bathroom, then leaned in toward me.
"Was trying to go on a date, but Ayoung's got zero clue. Right, honey♡?"
Those sly eyes probing my innermost thoughts I didn't even understand myself. Her slender neckline and the ample cleavage draped over the table.
Blood rushed south, against my will.
"...Y-yeah?"
I averted my eyes, flustered, and Sujin leaned back in her chair, bursting into laughter.
"You idiot, it's a joke. Don't take it seriously."
"Uh... okay."
Knowing she'd actually planned to come here with me alone made my response glitch out.
For a split second, I almost deluded myself into thinking she had feelings for me, but I snapped back to reality.
I know Kim Sujin well.
She just enjoys watching me squirm like this.
After six years of treating me like a plaything, she's finally upgraded me to pet dildo status.
Still...
Doesn't "pet" imply at least some affection?
Right on cue, Ayoung returned from the bathroom.
Sujin stood up like they were tag-teaming.
"Order after talking it over with Minwoo."
She headed to the bathroom after saying that.
I told Ayoung the menu we'd discussed (the one Sujin picked).
She only changed her drink order, then called the server over to place it.
As the server took the menus, they brought warm bread for the table.
Ayoung lightly nudged my leg under the table with her foot.
"Hey."
"...?"
"Be honest. You wanted to come here alone with Sujin, and you're pissed I showed up."
"What are you talking about?"
"Not true?"
Ayoung said she'd liked me for those six years in middle and high school.
Makes me wonder what would've happened if I'd known sooner.
I couldn't bring myself to say anything harsh, even as a joke.
Isn't it natural to say sweet things to someone who says they like you?
"I thought you'd like this place, so I suggested it."
She'd probably just laugh it off with a "bullshit" now.
But after staring at the menu for a while with no snarky comeback, I looked up, puzzled.
Ayoung's face was beet red as she fidgeted with the bread in her hands.
Our eyes met, and she quickly looked away, mumbling,
"What're you staring at..."
She seemed oblivious to her own blushing.
Or maybe she knew and was pretending not to.
She looked so cute I couldn't help but smile warmly.
Ayoung's expression hardened the instant she saw it.
"You fucking asshole."
"...?"
Suddenly?
"You fuck. You're such a piece of shit."
"...Me?"
Eh? Watashi?
"You weren't smirking like that 'cause you think I still like you, right? Just now. Right?"
"Huh? No, that's not it."
"You fucking bastard."
Ayoung glared at me with pure contempt.
"..."
She grabbed a fistful of the bread.
Like she was about to chuck it at me any second.
Calm down.
"Go ask for more bread."
"...Huh?"
"Go. Ask. For more bread."
She said that, then crushed the perfect amount for three people into her bag.
Crazy bitch.
This won't do.
Her eyes were rolling back.
Whenever Lee Ayoung doesn't like something I do, she makes me run errands.
Depending on how pissed she is, she gives totally unreasonable ones, so I had to play along or... sigh.
She'd chase me to school later and humiliate me for sure.
I picked up the bread basket and approached the server standing nearby.
"Excuse me. Could we get some more bread?"
I could've just called from the table, obviously.
But this crazy bitch Lee Ayoung wanted me to fetch it myself.
I'll get her back during the shoot later.
The friendly server took the basket.
"Oh, you could've stayed seated. I'll bring it over."
Sujin, back from the bathroom, spotted me.
"What're you doing?"
"..."
We returned to our seats.
Ayoung stood and gave the window seat to Sujin.
Kim Sujin and Lee Ayoung sat side by side across from me.
The server brought the bread.
"Wow, thank you."
Ayoung smiled like an angel, thanking them sweetly.
The server, seeing her face, backed away like a humble maidservant.
"Hee hee... Y-yes. Enjoy your meal."
Sujin said to me,
"Hey, you country bumpkin? Just call for more bread. Why'd you take the basket? So embarrassing."
"..."
You have no idea.
No clue at all.
While waiting and listening to the girls chat, the food started arriving.
Sujin took a bite of her steak, chewed, and said,
"Ayoung, where'd you get your hair dyed again?"
"You wanna do it too?"
"Not now. Maybe next month?"
She chatted with Ayoung while rubbing her foot against my left leg under the table.
Is she seriously practicing footjobs or something?
And then...
I felt a foot on my right leg too.
I knew right away.
This was Ayoung's.
Ayoung rubbed her foot against my right leg.
What the hell?
Did they plan this?
Ayoung took a bite of pasta and nudged her plate toward Sujin.
"Try it. It's good."
"Yeah?"
The two carried on their casual conversation while toying with my legs with their feet.
Didn't seem coordinated, though—no awareness of each other.
The guy at the diagonal table noticed the foot play under ours, chin-pointed to his girlfriend in front of him.
His girlfriend turned, saw Ayoung and Sujin's footwork, and whispered to him,
"Wanna die?"
The guy's face froze.
He probably thought the situation was hilarious and pointed it out.
She must've been pissed seeing Ayoung do it in a short skirt with bare white legs.
They started bickering quietly; I ignored it.
Ayoung asked me,
"Kim Minwoo. You're paying, right?"
"Huh? ...Yeah."
"Sujin, gorgonzola one more?"
Sujin, munching away, gave a thumbs up.
A bit later.
We finished eating, left, and got back in Ayoung's car.
"Drop Sujin off at the cafe?"
"Yeah. Wanna grab a coffee to go, just us two?"
"Nah, coffee during the day keeps me up lately."
"Minwoo? You got no classes anyway. Grab one."
I shook my head.
"Just wanna go home and nap."
Sujin asked Ayoung,
"Back to the office?"
"Yeah."
"Kim Minwoo, get off here too. Don't make Sujin loop around."
"Huh?"
Loop around? She can just take the alley anyway.
Ayoung pulled up in front of the cafe.
"It's fine. On the way. I'll drop her and go."
"...Yeah?"
After dropping Sujin at the cafe, Ayoung drove to the villa.
Instead of dropping me at the house, she parked in the lot.
"Thought you were going to the office."
"Work from home, and home's the office."
Fair point.
We climbed the stairs together.
Ayoung said,
"Nap?"
"Yeah."
"Till 2."
"Why 2?"
"Gonna fuck."
"..."
"Don't wanna?"
"No."
"I'll come up at 2. Get ready."
"Okay."
Ayoung headed to 303.
Pink hair down to her waist.
Short skirt.
Click-clack.
Her ass swaying in those heels.
I headed up to the fourth floor before she hit the doorlock.
*
I tidied up the place a bit and showered.
1:30.
Thought about napping but paced the living room to digest instead.
No embarrassing stomach gurgles mid-thrusts on the bed.
Come to think of it, Ayoung barely ate, picking at her food.
She'd probably planned the fuck since before we ate.
Factored in shower and digestion time, so an hour later.
Doorlock beeped, door opened.
Lee Ayoung.
Wet pink hair, bathrobe on, peering outside.
"Hey, come out. Ton of packages at the door."
"Packages?"
What?
Ayoung propped the door and hauled them in.
"Take 'em."
That's when I remembered the stuff Sujin ordered.
Aaah! Fuck!