Chapter 156
Chapter 156
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: United Front
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I did it four times in a row without pulling out.
I was fine thanks to my healthy morning wood, but the two of them weren't.
Shin Ayoung and Yoon Hye-yoon were breathing raggedly.
Their chests heaved dramatically, and semen was dripping down between their legs.
Shin Ayoung seemed somewhat okay, but Yoon Hye-yoon was nearly passed out from the fatigue of the night before.
The thought that my cock had done this to her made blood rush to my lower body again.
But mixing in some rest makes the next round even better.
I recalled my avatar and widened the bed space. I laid them side by side on the bed to let them rest comfortably.
"I'll make lunch, so rest up."
"Yesss... Please do."
"Mmm..."
I headed to the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and cabinets first.
It wasn't empty—there were some instant noodles and side dishes.
But it was Hye-yoon's birthday; I couldn't serve that.
I decided to make something delicious today and turned around.
"Girls. I'm going to the mart to buy ingredients."
"Ah... Then me too."
"I'll go with you."
"You two planning to go out looking like that? Everyone would stare."
Messy hair was a given. They reeked of sweat and body odor everywhere.
Of course, the scent was sweet, but I didn't want others seeing them like this. They're mine to see now.
I plopped on a cap and headed out. It was around 2 PM, the sun glaring brightest, stinging my eyes.
Trees and grass dyed vivid blue-green screamed summer.
Cicadas added to the thick atmosphere.
I arrived at the mart. I cooled off in the AC while shopping.
I hadn't showered, so I probably smelled sweaty. But the hot weather would be the excuse—no one would guess it was from sex.
Still, I hurried. I grabbed side dishes and ingredients quickly and left.
"Ah! Oppa’s back."
"That looks heavy. Give it here."
As I opened the door, Shin Ayoung and Yoon Hye-yoon scampered out like puppies greeting their owner.
I chuckled and handed over the bags, then something caught my eye.
"What's with those outfits?"
Aprons. Shin Ayoung had dug one out from the kitchen corner. Yoon Hye-yoon had brought hers from home too.
Nothing wrong with aprons for cooking. The problem was the white flesh poking out sideways.
Worn over naked bodies, they sparked endless imagination.
"Since Oppa went shopping, we'll cook. But... do you like it?"
"This is every guy's fantasy, right? Does it suit us?"
They spun around proudly.
The actions were cute, but my eyes followed the sideboob and butt crack that flashed.
Parts I always see, but hidden under fabric like that stimulated me plenty.
Squeeze, squeeze.
I came to when I realized I was groping one butt cheek each. They'd showered in the meantime; the scent of body wash wafted strongly.
"This means you want it now, right?"
"You did it so much earlier and want more? Overdoing it will wear out your dick."
"Spit out the semen and you'll recover, so no worries."
"Pervert... We have time today, so let's eat first and take it slow."
Shin Ayoung shook her butt and fled. Yoon Hye-yoon shyly smiled and looked away.
The kitchen was in full prep mode.
The rice cooker hummed away, and a knife lay on the cutting board amid prepped ingredients.
Both lived alone, so the taste was guaranteed. Shin Ayoung's last meal was pretty good too.
I tossed my damp short-sleeve into the washer and headed to the bathroom.
"I'll shower then. Make it delicious."
"Sure."
"Don't worry."
They waved with beaming smiles. Is this what marriage feels like?
I imagined my future self as I started the shower.
"Whoa... You made all this yourselves?"
"Of course. I said I was confident in cooking last time."
"I've lived alone a while, so this is basic."
Better than expected spread. Not table-breaking, but solid sides mixed with mouthwatering ones.
"Let's eat while it's hot. Thanks for the meal."
"Tell us if it's not enough."
"Eat up."
I stroked their heads and picked up chopsticks. As I took the first bite, four eyes locked on.
Like lasers might shoot out—intense stares. They'd keep it up until I gave my verdict.
I savored it slowly and swallowed.
"It's amazing. Ayoung and Hye-yoon, you both cook great."
"Hehe... Thanks."
"Of course. This much is nothing."
Their tense faces melted. My praise lit up their smiles nonstop.
Only then did they start eating.
Clink... clink.
Mid-meal, their legs kept drawing my eye.
Like demure housewives. Legs tucked neatly to the side.
"Isn't that uncomfortable? Eat comfortably."
"This is comfy for me. It's fine."
"Me too."
Looked like they were cramping? They even trembled—did I imagine it?
A twinge of doubt, but I finished my bowl clean.
"Thanks for the meal."
I set down chopsticks, and Yoon Hye-yoon handed me a water cup with both hands.
Shin Ayoung whisked plates to the sink, bustling.
'Feels like I'm some Joseon-era noble.'
Definitely not their usual vibe, but I held back questions. They had reasons.
More than that, it was Hye-yoon's birthday—I felt bad being pampered.
I approached the two washing dishes side by side.
Slid hands under aprons to knead breasts as I spoke.
"I could do this... And why are you so proactive today?"
"Mmm... I've always been like this, just didn't show it."
"Oppa, rest. You went out in the heat."
"It's Hye-yoon's birthday; feels like I'm making you work too hard."
Yoon Hye-yoon turned, touched, hands still moving.
"Seeing Oppa happy is my gift. And I like doing this, so don't worry."
"Really...? I'll repay you later then."
"Looking forward to it."
Warm lips touched my cheek.
I returned the peck and went to tidy the room.
Obviously, naked aprons mean fucking while cooking is the rule. Even now wouldn't be too late.
But instinct sensed a different vibe than usual, holding me back.
An inexplicable unease prickled my skin.
I pondered while cleaning, but nothing came up.
What had changed?
Screech... clunk!
Oppa left.
I caught my breath and looked at the sister beside me. The one who knew most secrets after Oppa.
She said she'd explained everything, but questions lingered.
Especially this.
"Sis. Can I ask something?"
"Yeah...? What?"
"About the onahole. I get Oppa's abilities and how scores boost stamina and stuff. But..."
I swallowed hard before the heavy topic.
Scary to voice, but necessary.
"What does 'total 4 registered' mean? Besides you and me...?"
"That? Hmm... You been to the convenience store where Oppa works part-time?"
"Yeah. I shop there sometimes."
"Sisters run it—older and younger. That's them."
"Y-Yeah...? Those foreign-looking ones?"
"Yep. Pretty girls around, so he registered them. Can't be helped."
Didn't expect them so close. And I'd seen their faces before, amplifying the shock.
At my speechlessness, she looked knowing.
"Didn't know?"
"No. Never saw names."
"Scores benefit Oppa a lot, so I get it. Plus they're pretty—I'd register too if I were him."
"...Tough rivals. Both gorgeous, great figures."
"Right? But even if I said no, they're registered. He'd try eventually out of curiosity... So I asked him to stop at that."
"Lucky in misfortune. Still, total 4..."
"Not some novel harem, but didn't expect this in reality. Still, you and I—we can't give up Oppa, right?"
Serious eyes, smile gone. Same for me.
I answered firmly.
"Of course. We've come this far."
"Good news: Oppa hasn't properly touched the sisters yet. Whatever he's doing, anyway."
"Then...?"
"Means only we know the real Oppa."
Ayoung sis grinned. Her mind whirred visibly.
Process done, one conclusion.
"Even if Oppa conquers the sisters, we make him fall hard for us?"
"Exactly. If he's already hooked on us, game over."
"Possible?"
Stacked bodies, top-tier looks anywhere.
All top-class visually—needed differentiation.
"We make it so. Observe Oppa's ideal type, match it. And..."
"And?"
"Best is keeping our identity from the sisters. I figured it out myself, but you got it unexpectedly, right?"
"Yeah."
"Cut off the source, whatever it takes."
"How?"
"If exposure looms, interfere, sabotage, cover. Like that."
Solid plan. Oppa levels up stamina his way, we get love ours.
Of course, useless if sisters befriend us or we get caught.
Best for now, though.
"Great idea."
"So... Hye-yoon and I are united front?"
"Of course, sis. Comrades in the same boat now."
She laughed, rose, tossing hair back.
"Prep before he returns? He'll freak seeing us in the kitchen instead of bed."
"Yeah. Let's go."
"No man hates a perfect wife in this world."