The Beautiful Girlfriend Who Visits Another Man's Home to Nurse Him Devotedly
"It's all the same story…"
Lying in bed, I set down the smartphone still glowing with news articles.
Four days had passed since we cleared the dungeon in Pocheon.
From the moment we emerged, the media's attention had locked onto Team Venus and refused to let go. A team of students had cleared an estimated A-Class dungeon that had undergone a Level Change and come back alive. Practically everyone had written us off as dead, so self-proclaimed experts flooded the airwaves declaring it an unprecedented feat on the world stage, and the Korean public — drunk on national pride — ate it up with feverish enthusiasm.
They hyped us as the next S-Class hunters and everything…
Having barely clawed our way back from the brink of death, none of us particularly welcomed the excess of attention. More than anything, our teammate Kang-in was still badly hurt.
Still, to cut to the conclusion: Kang-in had pulled through the life-threatening crisis. No — more than that, he was recovering at an astonishing rate.
A Skill Book as a dungeon-clear reward… the heavens really were looking out for us.
In that critical moment, the book Lavenne had pressed into his hand was a Skill Book — a reward that appeared with vanishingly low probability upon clearing a dungeon. Using one granted a new skill immediately, and the Skill Book Kang-in used contained an A-Class skill called Dragonian.
Once he acquired it, tremendous regenerative power took root in his body, and he was now hospitalized, mending at a blistering pace.
Bo-yeon is with him right now, too.
Kang-in was an orphan with no legal guardian, so Bo-yeon had stepped forward of her own accord, volunteering to serve as both his guardian and caretaker until he fully recovered.
I would have liked nothing more than to stay by his side as well, but…
Knock knock.
"Tae-hoon, I'm coming in?"
The door to my room swung open with the knock, and in stepped a beautiful woman with dark hair that carried a brownish sheen, long bangs covering her right eye. She looked no older than her early thirties at a glance, but her actual age had already crossed into her forties. She was my mother.
I was currently back at the family home in Seoul.
"How are you feeling? Nothing hurts anywhere?"
"Mom… I'm really fine."
For what felt like the umpteenth time that season, I told my mother — tray of porridge in hand — that I was okay.
"You never know, though. You might have taken some kind of psychological shock without realizing it…"
A mother fretting herself sick over whether her son might still be carrying residual trauma.
If anyone took a psychological hit, it was Mom more than me…
My mother had always been on the fragile side to begin with. The image of her waiting out front until we returned safely from the dungeon, then breaking down in tears and running to me the instant the gate opened, was still burned into my eyes.
"If anything comes up, call me right away. I've already taken time off work for as long as you're home."
"Wait… is that okay?"
"I don't care if they fire me. It's not like we're short on money… To me, my son comes first!"
She clasped both hands tightly over her chest and declared it with such fierce resolve that it was almost overwhelming.
"Honestly, I never liked you doing hunter work to begin with…. Even your father…"
"Mom, that story…"
"…Sorry. I said something unnecessary…. Just eat this and rest."
Watching her leave with a slightly crestfallen face and close the door behind her, I felt another twinge of guilt. Even if it bordered on overprotectiveness, I knew all of it came from love for her child.
Looks like I'm stuck here for a while…
I had to stay, if only to calm my rattled mother down. The academy had already told us to rest as much as we needed until our condition recovered, and both Anika and Hye-ji had been summoned home by their families.
As for Bo-yeon… her family situation was similar to Kang-in's, so she had free rein to move about as she pleased. My mother had known Bo-yeon for years and even offered to let her stay with us if she wanted, but Bo-yeon had politely declined, citing her need to care for Kang-in.
"I wonder if he's awake by now?"
I had already visited Kang-in yesterday, but the thought of him brought the urge to call again, so I dialed.
"Yeah, Hoon."
My beloved girlfriend's sweet voice came through the smartphone, and I asked after both her and Kang-in's condition over the call.
"You don't need to worry! Actually, Senior Kang-in is processing his discharge right now."
"What…?"
He was already getting discharged?
"He said he couldn't stand how stifling the hospital was…"
Thanks to his newly acquired skill, even Kang-in's missing body parts were regenerating at a remarkable speed. Faced with the absurd sight of his severed right arm slowly growing back, the doctors had conceded that modern medicine had little more to offer, and told him that if he preferred, resting at home would be fine.
"I was actually about to call you about that, Tae-hoon."
"About what…?"
"Well… if Senior Kang-in goes home like this, there's no one to look after him…"
Bo-yeon explained that while the hospital had nothing left to do for him, Kang-in's right arm was far from fully healed.
"So I was thinking I'd go with him and help out until his arm recovers a bit more…. What do you think…?"
"……."
I fell silent for a moment.
If it had been anyone else, maybe. But this was Kang-in — the man who had saved our lives. Bo-yeon and I both owed him our lives. What right did I have, lounging comfortably at home alone, to second-guess her decision?
I turned it over in my mind, but in the end I chose to respect Bo-yeon's wishes.
"Thank you for understanding, Hoon… I'll call you when I get there!"
"Yeah. Just don't push yourself too hard."
"What is there for me to push myself over~ Don't worry! Love you ♡"
Bo-yeon said she needed to pack her things, and that was the end of the call.
"Hmm~ Are you really okay with this?"
The question, laced with a sly, husky lilt, came from my summon Lavenne, who was seated at the computer desk.
"Okay with what…?"
"Your girlfriend living under the same roof as another man. Who knows what might happen?"
"Happen? She's just nursing him."
"After watching the two of them in the dungeon, you can still say that with a straight face…. No, wait. Are you secretly looking forward to it?"
"……."
I neither confirmed nor denied it. I simply stayed quiet.
The dungeon had been a special situation, true — but even if something really did happen between Bo-yeon and Kang-in while she was there caring for him, I had no intention of making an issue of it.
Whatever she does is her freedom.
Not long after my girlfriends became Lavenne's contractors, I had already told them they were free to sleep with other men as they pleased — that I wouldn't mind. Part of it was my own personal preference, but it was also tied to their growth, so I hadn't placed any restrictions on them.
Until now, they've all been holding back as much as possible, reporting everything to me…
But after this dungeon run, both my girlfriends and I could feel that something had shifted. If my own perverted proclivities had leveled up another notch, then they had grown more accustomed to sex — more open about it.
"……."
I stared blankly at my smartphone.
Whatever happened, I'd find out by watching.
"Wow, this is your place, Senior?"
Following Han Kang-in after he finished his discharge paperwork, Bo-yeon arrived at a rather upscale officetel.
"First time seeing it since I moved?"
"Yes. Your place is… clean and nice."
It was smaller than the apartment she lived in, but with two rooms and a separate living area, it felt spacious for a man living alone.
"But are you really okay with this? Going this far just to help me out…"
"You got hurt saving me and Hoon. This is the least I can do."
Han Kang-in had insisted there was no need for her to nurse him, but coming all this way had been Bo-yeon's own decision.
"You don't have to worry. I've already talked it over with Hoon. And even if I went home right now, there's no one there anyway."
Bo-yeon set a bag of groceries down on the dining table in the kitchen as she spoke. She was smiling brightly enough, but Han Kang-in was reminded that her home situation was much like his own.
"…Alright. That room over there is empty, so make yourself comfortable."
"Okay. Then I'll head home and grab some of my things."
"Want me to come with you?"
"I've got spatial storage magic, so I'm fine. I'll be back soon to make dinner — you just rest, Senior!"
"Got it. Call me when you're on your way."
Bo-yeon left Han Kang-in behind and headed for her own place.
Bedding's already there… so I just need to pack clothes, mainly.
Once home, Bo-yeon began packing clothes into a large suitcase — and then ran into a problem.
"Of all times, the only underwear I have left is this stuff…"
Everything in her dresser was lingerie that practically radiated sex appeal.
I've been so busy I haven't done laundry…!!
Even the underwear she'd originally owned had mostly been the racy kinds her boyfriend Tae-hoon liked, and the plain, comfortable ones had all been used during the dungeon run and still sat unwashed.
"…I'll just take these for now."
She had promised Han Kang-in she'd come right back and make dinner. There wasn't enough time to wash and dry anything from scratch, so Bo-yeon had no choice but to pack what she had.
"Anything else I should bring…"
As she glanced around the room, her eyes landed on the large teddy bear sitting on her bed. A gift from her boyfriend Tae-hoon — the attachment plush she always hugged tight when she slept, being someone who loved cute things.
"It's not like I'm going into a dungeon, so I should bring this too ♡"
With the teddy bear as the final addition, Bo-yeon finished packing everything, stowed the suitcase in her spatial storage, and headed back to Han Kang-in's officetel.
"The front door passcode was *xxxxx, right."
Bo-yeon had watched Han Kang-in enter the codes for both the building entrance and his unit, so she didn't bother calling him and walked straight into his home.
"Senior. I'm back~"
She slipped off her shoes and stepped inside, but there was no answer.
Is he in his room?
Knock knock.
"Senior?"
She knocked on his bedroom door, but again there was no response. Finding it strange, she opened the door and peered inside.
Thwap thwap thwap thwap!
"Hah… hah…!"
Wearing a headset, Han Kang-in sat at his monitor desk with his pants down, masturbating.
"Kyaaaaah—!!?"
Bo-yeon screamed.