Chapter 22 - Pure Love, Jun-ae (1)
-Tap, tap...
Who the hell decided to schedule the sports festival on a rainy day? Only an idiot at our school, that's who. The light drizzle quickly turned into a downpour, swallowing the whole neighborhood. If it keeps up like this, tomorrow's sports festival is as good as canceled.
I hate the rain. For starters, you get soaked and cold. The air turns muggy like a steam bath, ruining your mood. And the mud—worst of all, it clings to your shoes and clothes like glue. But the absolute worst part? Those heavy clouds blocking the sun, casting everything in this depressing gloom.
So cute. Somwol... Is there another girl out there who'd get this purely happy over some food I promised to buy? In our internet-saturated society, probably not.
She's too good... Too good for a liar like me...
Somwol, who forgives me for standing her up—with just one treat. The thought of betraying this pure girl who loves cream pies twists my heart.
Somwol-ah... I'm sorry.
-Tap, tap.
I raise my wrist, shackled by the heavy chains of guilt, and knock on the door of what looks like an ordinary family home. It flies open immediately.
"You're late."
"..."
"Couldn't even grab an umbrella? You're drenched."
"Get out."
I shove past the woman lounging sloppily in the entryway and head inside. My soaked body floods the floor with rainwater, but I ignore it and climb onto the bed, dropping my pants.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Your goal's my body anyway. Let's just get it over with."
"Hah."
Kang Ye-jin clicks her tongue in disbelief and strides over. I've already braced myself, so I'm not shaking much. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for her lewd touch.
-Grab.
Kang Ye-jin yanks me up lightly from the bed. The sudden pull sucks me into her embrace. Her perfume hits me hard.
"Hey, you! Who the fuck said you could climb on the bed in wet clothes?"
"...?"
"Goddamn it... I have to clean this shit up! Ugh, so fucking annoying."
Kang Ye-jin eyes the trail of water from the entryway, grabs a rag, and mops it up with her foot. Then she shoves me toward the bathroom door.
"Go wash up. You'll catch a cold like that."
"Since when are you so nice?"
"I filled the tub with hot water. Get in already."
Sure enough, the steam rising from the hot water warms my chilled body. The cold I'd forgotten amid my emptiness and rage crashes over me all at once. This isn't so bad. I strip off my wet clothes and am about to sink into the tub when the bathroom door opens.
"You!"
"We've seen each other naked before—what's with the awkwardness? Towel's here, dry off and come out. Shampoo and body wash are over there—scrub good."
-Slam.
I thought Kang Ye-jin would pounce on me in here like that otaku bitch did, but nope. My tensed body melts, and I slump to the bathroom floor without realizing.
-Bubble, bubble.
"Pwah!"
With my small frame, I nearly drown if I'm not careful. Water floods my nose and mouth—gross. Damn it...
But why does the water taste weird?
It's bitter in my mouth. Did she spike it with something? I glance around and spot an opened box on the sink counter. It's a bit far, so I stand, stretch my arm as far as it goes, snag the box, and check the label.
Bath salts. And expensive ones too...
Not just that—the shampoo, body wash, towel, the whole bathroom screams luxury. I knew she was rich, but she uses this stuff every bath? Our family's not poor, but seeing this absurd wealth makes me feel small.
Just get out quick...
I thaw out in the tub, then crawl out, lather up with body wash, and clean off. I shampoo my hair roughly, towel dry, and step out.
-Creak.
I slip on a bathrobe from the shelf, and a delicious smell assaults my nose. Curious about the kitchen commotion, I peek in—she's busily plating food on the table.
"Oh? Washed up already? Guys take forever, or so they say. Pajamas are ready—put those on."
Sure enough, there's a basket by my feet.
This...
Short shorts and a top—dolphin pants level of skimpy? It irks me a bit.
Probably her old stuff...
There's a drawstring on the waist, after all. I can see her inner desire to match couple outfits—pisses me off.
"Change and come eat."
"Not hungry."
"Don't eat, and I'll force it down you, Siwoo-ya."
"Fucking bitch."
I grab the clothes from the basket, dripping with her sticky desires.
-Rustle.
The robe drops, revealing my pale naked body. Kang Ye-jin doesn't miss it—she gulps, staring.
"What're you looking at?"
"You're hot."
"Fucking disgusting."
"Hehe..."
The underwear's surprisingly normal... I pull on the top and shorts, then head to the table.
"Come on in. Can't have you catching a cold—it's all good-for-you stuff."
The table's loaded: garlic in soy sauce, seasoned chives... raw oysters shells and all, with grilled eel as the star. That's all I recognize. Other fancy-looking dishes baffle my limited palate.
"They say Westerners drink wine with meals. Wanna try?"
She grabs a bottle from the fridge.
"Bokbunja wine. Mom babies this stuff—I snuck it out for tonight."
"Whatever."
"No excitement, huh."
-Pour.
Red bokbunja fills the wine glasses. Potent alcohol scent wafts up.
"Dig in."
-Clink, clink.
Utensils clash for a while. She chats occasionally, but I ignore her. She persists relentlessly anyway. I consider decking her, but with her strength and the situation, it'd be suicide. I hold back.
-Clink, pour.
Refills the instant my glass empties. She's probably planning something vile while I'm drunk—forcing it on me. Not falling for it, idiot.
I leave the glass untouched. Kang Ye-jin glares, clearly pissed.
What a face...
Nothing about this woman appeals to me.
...But the food's good.
-Scrape, set.
I finish everything; she rises and approaches.
"Alright, dinner's done—now let's get to it..."
"...!"
Here it comes. I knew it, but facing it sucks.
"Brush your teeth."
"Huh?"
"You ate garlic. Stinks."
Fair point...
I scrub every corner of my mouth fresh... Back outside, Kang Ye-jin lounges on the bed reading. Dolphin pants and tank bra, face-down—the sight's so alluring I zone out for a sec. This body I loathe...
I press down below and try for the living room.
"Don't go anywhere—come here, Siwoo-ya."
"Ugh..."
She closes the book, sits up, grinning. I shuffle over and climb on the bed.
"So cute, my Siwoo. Why're you this adorable?"
"Cut the annoying crap and just do it."
"Do what, huh?"
-Grope, grope.
She kneads my chest. No tits like a woman, nothing to grab—yet she does.
"Gotta fatten you up. Nothing to squeeze."
"Ugh..."
"Ah, right—better to touch here instead!"
-Squelch!
She pinches my ass, satisfying her lust. Her filthy hands slowly devour every inch of me.
"Yeah, this is it... How's this tiny body packing such a firm ass? The more I touch, the more addictive."
"Mmgh..."
-Smooch...
My lips are claimed. Soft, wet tongue invades, caressing every corner. Like a sweet lover's kiss... I lose myself.
"Pwah, how's that? Feel good?"
A white string connects us, stretching. She giggles, rubbing her cheek on my face.
"Lie back comfy here. Count ceiling stains—it'll be over quick."
"W-Wait! C-Condom..."
"Oh, right—forgot."
-Rummage.
She leans down, pulls a box from under the bed, and dumps it on top. The amount... it's...
"Y-You're using all these...?"
"Yup! All hundred tonight!"
Exactly twenty boxes, five each—100 condoms spill across the bed.