Chapter 71
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Shadowman (3)
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Dark movie theater.
The boring movie was probably about halfway done.
"Okay. Last one. Let's see... delicious."
I picked a random word from the vocabulary list.
Yujeong, squatting between my legs, had gripped my fully erect cock poking out through my pants zipper.
"Delicious? Delicious?"
"That's kinda right, but it's not the word here."
"Not delicious?"
"You don't know?"
"Nope."
"Then that's another wrong one?"
"Pass."
Yujeong, looking not the least bit sorry, started licking the head.
By the original penalty rules, she was supposed to deepthroat it, but that would've made me cum in my pants, so we'd settled on licking instead.
Yujeong lapped at the shaft and asked me,
"What's the answer?"
"Sapid."
"Oh, right. I memorized it."
"Memorized my ass. You didn't."
"No, asshole, I really did. Kim Minwoo's cock is sapid, savid, sapid—that's how I memorized it."
Ah.
Right.
Impressive.
"Still, out of 20, you only got three wrong. And those were supposed to be memorized by tomorrow anyway."
Yujeong lowered her head and licked my cock some more.
After licking just enough, she smacked her lips and looked up.
"I wanna suck it, but I think you'd cum if I did."
"It's fine."
Yujeong shook my cock with her hand and glanced around the dark surroundings.
She seemed a bit anxious.
I lowered my eyes from the movie and said to her,
"Yujeong."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna go home and film?"
"It's not a filming day today."
"We film anyway sometimes."
"Let's go."
She nodded right away and stood up.
We tidied up and left the theater.
As we got on the elevator, people came pouring out from another movie ending.
We'd gotten on first, so we got pushed to the back like sardines in a packed subway.
Yujeong turned toward the wall in a fluster.
Before the guy stepping back could touch her, I slipped in between them.
I placed my hand on Yujeong's shoulder.
My thing in my pants rubbed against her ass.
Yujeong, who'd seen me wedge in from the corner of her eye, seemed relieved and turned her body forward.
Yujeong spotted a couple hugging tight in the far corner and quietly turned to look up at me.
Her breasts pressed firmly against my body under the baggy hoodie.
The doors closed, and the elevator descended.
Yujeong placed her hand on my chest.
With flushed cheeks and lips slightly parted, she kept staring at me.
She seemed really turned on from licking my cock.
We were so drawn to each other that kissing right then wouldn't have felt out of place.
But we both knew this was a public place.
"..."
I quietly moved my hand to grab Yujeong's ass.
Yujeong flinched in surprise, then giggled and mouthed something without making a sound.
She was mumbling it deliberately to be unreadable, but somehow I could make it out.
Maybe because we were thinking the same thing.
-Wanna go out with me?
I hesitated.
Should I nod?
What if I misread it? What if I'm just imagining things?
As those thoughts raced through my mind,
Ding!
The elevator arrived at the first floor.
People rushed out.
We were the last ones to step off.
As we walked side by side, our hands brushed lightly now and then, tickling my heart like a feather.
We left the theater and headed home.
Yujeong showed no sign of speaking first, so I broke the awkward silence.
"Ahem. The movie was total trash. Right?"
She giggled.
"I thought it was fun."
I threw my head back and opened my mouth wide.
"Gaaah—"
"...?"
"And you say that after this?"
Thwack.
Yujeong lightly smacked me.
"You crazy bastard. When did I say that?"
Her slight shyness was adorable.
We reached the crosswalk in front of our building.
Yujeong asked,
"For dinner, wanna have some... pork stir-fry?"
"Pork stir-fry? Delivery? Convenience store one?"
"No, dumbass. I'm planning to make some, and if you want any, I'll make a bit less for myself."
"Ooh, nice."
"Let's stop by the butcher at that mart on the way."
"Sure."
Right then.
I made eye contact with one girl in a group standing at the crosswalk.
Her pupils dilated the moment our eyes met.
She whipped her head away immediately.
'Ah, crap.'
I recognized her.
She was Sujin's business major classmate I'd run into on the way down from school before.
Sujin had definitely introduced me as her boyfriend.
'No way.'
She won't tell Sujin, right?
Standing side by side with Yujeong might not look that couple-y.
Yujeong wasn't in some fluttery date outfit, and we both looked like we were just heading to the convenience store nearby.
Ah.
Still, if she tells Sujin, it'll be a hassle.
"Haa—"
I let out a small sigh.
Yujeong noticed and asked,
"Why the sigh? Don't like pork stir-fry? Want tonkatsu instead?"
Whoa, she can make tonkatsu too? I tabled that question and leaned toward her a bit.
I whispered softly,
"Sujin's school friend at 10 o'clock. She thinks we're dating. Might tell Sujin."
Yujeong whispered back,
"Where's 10 o'clock?"
"Left side. Don't look."
Yujeong casually turned her head slowly without making it obvious.
The girl happened to look our way again right then.
Yujeong whispered to me,
"Fuck. Eye contact."
"I said don't look."
Yujeong pressed close to me.
"But why does she think you're dating Sujin?"
"Sujin pretends I'm her girlfriend so I won't meet other girls at school."
"Why?"
"'Cause if I get a real girlfriend, I can't do OnlyFans."
Yujeong nodded like she got it.
'Ah, we're screwed.'
Sujin's friend was typing on her phone, sending a message somewhere.
Our whispering probably looked even more suspicious from her angle.
I said to Yujeong,
"Probably texting Sujin."
Yujeong sighed and looked straight ahead.
Suddenly, she hooked her arm through mine.
She pulled my arm tight so her breasts squished against it under her hoodie.
I looked at her in startled confusion.
Yujeong met my eyes and giggled.
"This is fun."
"What is?"
The crosswalk light turned on.
Yujeong tugged my arm and started walking.
"If she tells Sujin, the one in trouble won't be me or you—it's Sujin."
"...?"
"You're just pretending to date Sujin, right?"
"Yeah."
"So Sujin'll be the one who has to come up with excuses or lies."
I said to Yujeong,
"I told Sujin I was going to the movies alone."
"Doesn't matter. Sujin said if she got bored, she could drag you along."
"She did?"
She nodded.
After crossing, Sujin's friend was far off in the distance.
I glanced at Yujeong's arm hooked in mine.
"Now it's not suspicion—it's confirmation."
Yujeong grinned.
"Why? It's fun."
She tugged my arm.
"C'mon. Let's hit the mart and go home to fuck."
I didn't argue; her plan sounded good.
We shopped and got home to film a video.
Yujeong still put off paizuri for later.
I didn't push her.
After creampieing her, unlike usual, Yujeong stayed cuddled in my arms for quite a while.
Then she heard my stomach growl and we each went to wash up in the bathroom.
While she made the pork stir-fry, I cooked the rice.
We ate dinner together.
*
A few days passed.
The day we went to the movies with Yujeong, Sujin didn't grill me about "Are you dating Yujeong?" or anything.
Nor after that.
Even during our near-daily morning romps, she never—not once—mentioned Yujeong.
The change was that during filming, her expressions of affection got bolder.
Stuff like "Baby, I love you" or "Get me pregnant quick" came more casually.
Of course, off-camera as fuckbuddies, she stuck to her usual bitch-in-heat moans or "Fuck me harder."
Ayoung seemed to fully accept that after the sex slave shoot, she could only cum from ass spanks.
Unlike her initial resolve to do it daily, she only filmed sex slave concepts on scheduled days.
And sex slave play wasn't anything extreme—just calling me "Master" while handcuffed or blindfolded, leashed like a dog, and taking it from behind.
We had a bunch of videos stacked up, but Ayoung said she'd upload after 8 or 9, so she was just editing.
She was busy anyway.
On non-filming days, Ayoung threw herself into work all day.
I checked the shopping mall site, and sure enough, purchases over a certain amount got men's panties or women's lingerie as event giveaways, just like I suggested.
It was clearly working.
The flame wars that flooded the boards were gone.
Mostly reviews from satisfied members about the events.
The site's concept had shifted back from random clothing to girlfriend-look specialist.
-Whoa, it's a hit. People buy one or two extra to hit the event threshold.
Ayoung seemed to have rediscovered her passion for the business.
I'd confessed to cheer her up and gotten shot down, but seeing her beam about recouping her investment soon was nice.
And today was Sunday.
A rare day off for my wizard cock.
I had the living room TV on and lounged on the sofa reading webnovels.
The lazy afternoon sun made me doze off and eventually fall asleep.
How much time passed?
The door lock beeped, and voices drifted in.
"What snacks should we order?"
"I'm not really eating much."
"Just booze then?"
I sensed movement around me.
Ah, right.
The cafe's closed today, and Ayoung said she was off too.
Ayoung's voice came.
"Girls. Wanna do a round each before drinking?"
Someone was trying to pull off my pajama pants.
"It's that bitch Lee Ayoung's fault. Sujin, if she hadn't pulled that shit back then, it wouldn't be like this. Ugh, seriously."
It was Yujeong's voice.
I felt a sense of déjà vu and opened my eyes.