Chapter 64

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 64

Chapter Title: Lee Ayoung After a Week Without (2)

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 I asked Ayoung.

[Me] Every day? Does Yujeong and Sujin know?

[Lee Ayoung] I'll handle that myself, so just do as I say.

...This bitch.

She's not in her right mind right now.

Plus, it's been over a week since she last got off, so her frustration must be through the roof.

Did she at least relieve some of it by herself?

No way.

'If she could get satisfied that way, Sujin wouldn't have tried to be fuckbuddies with me.'

It's just a hunch, but I'm certain.

The pussy juice that cums while fucking me can't be satisfied without my dick.

A rustling sound came from behind me, so I turned my head.

Yujeong was rubbing her sleepy eyes as she sat up.

She mumbled when our eyes met.

"Water."

I nodded toward the nightstand beside the bed.

"It's right there."

Yujeong reached out, grabbed the cup, and chugged the water inside.

"Ahhhhh—"

"Refreshing, huh?"

"Feels good."

Yujeong picked up her phone from the nightstand.

"What time is it?"

She checked.

5:40 PM.

Yujeong asked me.

"You eat yet?"

"Nah."

Yujeong gathered up the clothes I'd tossed in the corner and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠got off the bed.

"I'm gonna shower."

"Okay."

Her firm, muscular ass jiggled tautly.

As soon as she left the room, I dove straight into the bed and slipped under the covers.

"Ah. Nice."

I'd wanted to lie down too, but Yujeong's sleep-talking had driven me out to the desk like an exile.

I lay there for a bit and ended up drifting off without realizing it.

How long had I slept?

Someone was poking my cheek.

I snapped my eyes open.

Choi Yujeong, wearing dinosaur pajamas, was squatting by the bed, grinning ear to ear.

Her freshly showered hair, still a bit damp, gave off a pleasant scent.

"Huh. What."

I sat up.

"Dinner time. Come on."

She said that and left the room.

'Dinner?'

Did she order delivery?

Ayoung maybe, but Choi Yujeong?

...No way.

I followed her out and blinked in surprise at the sight of food laid out on the kitchen table.

Yujeong sat down first in a chair and said,

"Even if it tastes like shit, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just eat it."

I stared blankly at the table.

A few side dishes sent from home.

In the center was kimchi jjigae wafting a spicy aroma, and next to it, some neatly rolled egg omelets that looked homemade.

At my spot, a bowl of multigrain rice steamed warmly, fresh out of the cooker.

"Sit and eat already. It's getting cold."

Yujeong scooped up some kimchi jjigae and took a bite first.

"Whoa~ So refreshing~"

I sat down and asked,

"You... made this?"

The sides were from home, but the kimchi jjigae and egg omelets were new.

"Huh? Yeah. Why?"

Yujeong blinked like it was the most obvious thing.

"You can cook?"

She snickered at my dumb question.

"Just threw together whatever was in the fridge. Can't vouch for the taste, though? Eat it all even if it sucks."

I took a bite of rice and chewed.

'Whoa, fuck.'

What is this?

It's just rice, but why is it so damn good?

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wondered if I was overpraising it just because it was the first home-cooked meal from a woman other than Mom.

'No, this...'

It's objectively delicious.

Perfectly fluffy just how I like it, with a nutty savoriness and umami that whets the appetite.

"How's the rice? Saw some kelp, so I added it. Makes it tastier."

That was the umami—kelp.

I had to nod.

"It's good."

Appetite piqued, I ladled some kimchi jjigae into my side dish bowl and sipped the broth.

'Choi Yujeong, you crazy bitch.'

It's fucking delicious.

I almost asked if she ever thought about opening a restaurant.

I tried the pork and kimchi together.

'So damn good.'

Now I trusted the food completely.

I grabbed an egg omelet without hesitation and popped it in my mouth.

'Whoa...'

It wasn't just some salty egg roll.

Fluffy and soft, with finely chopped veggies inside keeping it from getting boring.

The slight kick from the green chilies.

Perfectly salted with a hint of sweetness—ideal harmony with the kimchi jjigae's spicy-sour punch.

Yujeong burst out laughing at me devouring it like a possessed man.

"Hey, slow down. That good?"

I slurped more broth and said seriously,

"You're a good cook."

Yujeong awkwardly averted her gaze at the sudden praise.

"Wh-what. Just followed a YouTube video."

"You cook alone a lot?"

"...Gotta eat to save money."

I bit into another egg omelet.

"Seriously good."

Yujeong squirmed, not knowing what to do with the compliments.

"It's just 'cause you're hungry."

I was hungry, sure.

After pumping out that much cum, how could I not be?

But even accounting for that, it was tasty.

I thought of the mission I planned for Yujeong's channel.

She made me this delicious food, so I should give her something tasty in return, right?

Yujeong would never dream of taking my cum in her mouth like Sujin.

I'd hinted once before.

—Eww, fuck no. I'd rather die. Say that shit again and you're dead?

She'd made a disgusted face and sworn never.

Yujeong glanced at me and spoke up.

"Anything else you like?"

"Huh?"

"Food-wise."

"Eh, I eat most anything. Can't do milk."

"Oh right, you used to puke from the smell alone. Heh."

She was remembering middle school, when she'd tried force-feeding me milk.

I felt confused between that demonic Choi Yujeong who'd shoved milk down my throat and the one now aproned up like a perfect wife, cooking delicious food right in front of me.

Yujeong crossed her arms proudly.

"Bet that's why you grew so tall—thanks to my milk feeding."

I blinked in disbelief.

Is she insane?

"From that one time? I puked it all up."

Yujeong nodded with a smile.

"Guess that one time did the trick."

Impressive, Choi Yujeong.

Ruining all those cooking points in one shot.

"Fine... whatever you say."

I sighed deeply, and she cracked up laughing.

After dinner, Yujeong headed down to the third floor.

Shortly after, I posted a mission on the pinkdiva channel.

A realistic amount that Yujeong might bite on.

'Let's see you eat something you hate for once.'

*

9 PM.

I was lurking in the three-person group chat.

After a long silence, a message from Lee Ayoung popped up.

Knowing Ayoung's situation, they seemed reluctant to enforce the every-set-day rule.

No replies for a bit.

Kim Sujin replied first.

Broke-ass Kim Sujin and Choi Yujeong worrying about Ayoung—never thought I'd see the day.

Couldn't Ayoung just ask her family for help?

Rich folks do more.

'Well, Ayoung doesn't know about Sujin's family situation.'

Shortly after, I got a text from Sujin.

[Kim Sujin] Hey, how much money you got?

[Me] ?

[Kim Sujin] Ayoung needs cash quick, lend her some? I'll pitch in too but I ain't got much

[Me] How much she need?

No reply for a sec.

Ka-dok.

[Kim Sujin] Got some, huh?

[Me] Like 500 ok

[Kim Sujin] Cool then

[Kim Sujin] Ayoung says she needs to earn so she'll film with you daily

[Me] Daily's a bit...

[Kim Sujin] Exactly

[Kim Sujin] Gotta save your cumshots for my pussy, right?

That's why she doesn't want daily filming?

[Kim Sujin] Anyway do Ayoung today only, convince her back to every 3 days

[Kim Sujin] Getting her ready now, sending her up

Ready?

For filming? What prep?

No clue.

What the hell?

Checked the group chat.

[Kim Sujin] Ayoung come to my room

No more messages after that.

I studied for finals while waiting for news from downstairs.

A bit later.

Ka-dok.

Text from Ayoung.

[Lee Ayoung] Coming up

I moved the camera and lights to the living room sofa.

Didn't wanna change bedsheets again.

Leather's waterproof anyway.

Bigger than a normal home sofa—perfect bed substitute.

Soon, footsteps on the stairs.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Door lock beeped, door opened.

Pink hair.

Lee Ayoung in a bathrobe, glancing around nervously as she entered.

A thin dog collar around her slender white neck.

Sujin's old one, but with a bell instead of a heart pendant.

She approached the sofa, eyed the camera and lights, and said,

"...Heard from Sujin?"

"Roughly?"

Ayoung nodded and untied her bathrobe sash.

Her pristine white skin was revealed at once.

My eyes caught the uterus tattoo on her smooth lower belly.