Chapter 105
Chapter 105
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Shin Ayoung's Confession
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Sunday.
I had recorded on Friday, but I still hadn't sorted the clips.
The first exam for my major subjects started next week, and since it wasn't that urgent, I decided to focus on the finals first.
"Hmm.."
Before heading to Shin Ayoung's house.
I turned around and checked the room one more time.
If I went now, I'd probably sleep at her place and head to school together the next day.
It looked like I wouldn't be back for a day.
'Textbooks, notes, stationery. And even the Wireless-Connected Onahole... all packed.'
I picked up the somewhat heavy bag and stepped out the door.
The outside was still bright, as the start of summer lingered.
As I headed to Shin Ayoung's house, I sank into deep thought.
I'd had sex with Shin Ayoung in reality and heard Yoon Hye-yoon's feelings to some extent. But was it right to just leave things like this?
It seemed okay for now, but I could feel the不安 hanging in the air.
Not quite on the edge of a cliff where a gust of wind would send me tumbling, but a crisis about three meters from the brink.
Honestly, I'd been pretending not to know all along. But a corner of my mind had figured it out.
When I first kissed Shin Ayoung in semi-transparent mode, she'd sleep-talked but clearly said she liked me.
The day before we'd been late together to the group meeting, right before drifting off, she'd looked straight at me and said she liked me.
Of course, the first time she hadn't known it was me, but the second time? No way.
The very next day, she'd grilled me at the café.
And even after the onahole got exposed and we'd had real sex, her attitude hadn't changed.
If anything, she'd shown a devoted side, helping out with housework.
Yoon Hye-yoon was the same.
She hadn't said it outright, but the vibe gave off something more than just fondness.
Obviously, if it wasn't more than fondness, we wouldn't have gotten physical.
"It's complicated. I need to think about this seriously..."
I'd made it this far with the ultimate item, the Wireless-Connected Onahole.
But maybe I'd gotten too complacent with it.
Maintaining our loose relationship while just having sex had hit its limit.
I had feelings for them, and they had feelings for me.
Unlike the old days when I was blinded by the thrill of banging pretty girls while hiding behind the onahole.
Now the relationship was real, right in front of my eyes.
Ding dong.
"Who is it?"
"It's me. Park Woojin."
"Ah, I'll open it right away!"
Quick footsteps sounded, like she'd been waiting.
Soon, slippers dragging, and Shin Ayoung burst out.
"Long time no see, oppa. Come on in."
"Good to see you too. Then, excuse me."
Seeing her face, I noticed the light makeup.
She didn't usually bother with it, so I could tell how much prep she'd done.
How much she'd been looking forward to this.
I took off my shoes and stepped inside to a spotlessly clean room and a pleasant aroma wafting through.
I felt unnecessarily guilty.
I'd thought repeating the same actions would keep things as they were.
But our deepening emotions wouldn't allow it.
Shin Ayoung going this far just to impress me.
What the hell had I been doing all this time?
Lost in self-reflection, Shin Ayoung poked her face in and spoke up.
"Oppa. Have you eaten dinner?"
"No. Forgot with so much to do."
"Then how about I whip up something simple? I'm pretty confident in my cooking."
"Mind if I take you up on that?"
"Of course not. Just wait a sec. It'll be quick."
She gently stroked my bangs and headed to the kitchen.
She tied on an apron, rummaged in the fridge, and pulled out some eggs.
Sizzle...
Oil hitting the pan, followed by shells cracking.
Watching from behind, it hit me anew how surreal it was. A girl this pretty cooking for me.
"Here you go. Don't zone out—eat up."
"Ah, thanks. Digging in."
I set the small table and started eating. Warm rice fried with egg, soy sauce, and kimchi.
Shin Ayoung watched from across, her eyes full of expectation.
"No comments?"
"Huh?"
"Obviously, if I make you food, you gotta rate it. It's not bad, right?"
"No way. It's delicious."
"Phew, good."
She seemed amused just watching me eat, not saying a word.
Like she was giving me space to enjoy it comfortably.
I polished off the bowl in five minutes, and only then did she speak softly.
"Hey, oppa. Mind if I ask something?"
"Sure."
"Got some worries? I've noticed since the first time—your face looks really down."
"Ah... probably just fatigue piling up. Nothing major."
"Don't push yourself. Presentation tomorrow, exams right after."
"Thanks."
Was it that obvious on my face? Or was Shin Ayoung just sharp?
Maybe both, but I didn't want to worry her, so I put on a bright front.
"Ate well. Thanks—feels like I've got my energy back."
"No biggie. Didn't even put much in it."
I cleared the empty bowl to the sink and turned on the water.
Common sense: I ate it, I wash it.
Clatter clatter...
Spraying detergent, scrubbing with the sponge, and my earlier worries flooded back nonstop.
The four women registered in the onahole.
Each with her own unique charm—no way I could easily let any go.
Would anyone ever understand this?
And I couldn't hide behind the onahole forever.
"Sigh..."
I let out a quiet sigh, drowned by the running water.
Then, soft mounds pressed against my back. Followed by silky hair and a face nuzzling close.
"Yep, totally drained. Your back screams worries."
Her voice dripped with concern. And the whisper made it hit even harder.
Shin Ayoung wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezing gently.
Like calming me, she tapped my stomach with her fingers and stayed there for a long while.
Dishwashing had stopped ages ago. Feeling her warmth, I just stood still.
Shin Ayoung spoke again.
"Oppa. You know this?"
"What?"
"When you're down, I can't get any energy either. Know why?"
"..."
No answer. She pulled away.
Grabbed my arm instead and spun me 180 degrees to face her.
We locked eyes for a full minute, not even blinking.
Then Shin Ayoung let the words flow out slow and steady.
"Because I like you."
The third time I'd heard it.
But this time, straight into my eyes—a direct confession to the real me.
Hearing it for real made my heart race like mad.
"You know how when the person you like is moping, it rubs off on you too?"
"Yeah..."
"And lately, it feels like you're avoiding me. Do you hate me? If you do, just say it straight."
Her words were firm, but her eyes begged me not to.
A face on the verge of tears if I said yes.
I'd never even considered saying it.
Answered right away.
"No way. If anything, I... like you."
"Then why dodge me? I was freaking out wondering what I did wrong."
"Sorry. For making you feel that."
"You turned down eating together last time. No afters since, calls cut short."
"I'm really sorry."
"Come here."
Still apologizing, she pulled me to the bed.
With a determined, serious look.
"Lie down."
I did. She straddled me in the woman-on-top position.
Sat right on my lower abs.
"I actually saw it."
"Saw what?"
"The day you shot down lunch in the lab. Woojin oppa going into a restaurant with another girl."
"Eh..."
Totally caught off guard, I let out something stupid.
Never imagined she'd seen that.
"Looked close—it was that neighbor lady, right?"
"Ah... yeah. It was."
"You're awful. Remember my call that day? Squeezed my chest debating dozens of times whether to dial."
Couldn't talk my way out with ten mouths. All my fault.
Karma for never sorting our relationship, just hiding and dodging everything.
"No excuses, huh. Sorry."
"So, what happened? Looked cozy."
I averted my eyes a bit. Wonder what she'd do if I said we went all the way?
Scrambled my brain, but no fooling sharp-eyed Shin Ayoung.
"No eye-rolling. I won't get mad—be honest."
"...We went all the way."
"Ha..."
She sighed deeply, shook her head like stretching out stress.
Then punched my chest hard.
"Ugh..!"
"If you're gonna do it, don't get caught. Once you're on my radar, no letting it slide."
"Y-yes..."
"Was gonna wait for your answer till end of semester, but nope."
She started peeling off her clothes one by one.
Fabric whispering, then thuds on the floor.
Unhooked her bra, and huge, firm breasts spilled into view.
She gathered her tousled hair and tied it back neatly.
Once done, she started jiggling them.
"Well? Bigger and better shaped than that neighbor's, right?"
"Ah... yeah."
"What’s with the half-assed answer? You thinking about her?"
"No way. Just zoned out 'cause your tits are gorgeous."
"Oh yeah?"
She perked up, smirking a little.
Gently rubbed my chest, hand drifting to my pants.
"Good. That's how it should be. Even if you think of other girls, doesn't matter."
Such an odd line out of nowhere. Did I hear wrong?
I stared wide-eyed. She gave the answer right away.
"No matter who shows up, I like you the most, can treat you the best, confident in my body and everything."
"...."
"Whatever happens, you'll end up back with me. It's a sure bet, so I'm cool with it♡"
Exuding total confidence, she beamed.