Chapter 167
Chapter 167
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Please Take Off My Panties So I Can Pee
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The next day, I woke up feeling sore all over.
As I lay in bed scrolling on my phone, I heard the sound of a toilet flushing from the room next door.
'Hye-yoon must be up too.'
We talked on the phone or texted often, but it was these little everyday noises that really confirmed each other's presence.
Perfect timing since she was around. I figured we'd go to the gym together to loosen up.
The phone rang a few times before a bright voice came through the speaker.
"Yeah, oppa."
"You busy right now by any chance?"
"Hmm... I was just about to head to the gym. Wanna come with?"
"That's exactly what I was gonna say. Great minds."
She must have realized we'd synced up, because Yoon Hye-yoon let out a soft laugh.
I wrapped up the call feeling good about it.
"Alright, get ready quick. Meet in the hallway in like ten minutes."
"Got it. Take your time though—finish up whatever you need."
The call ended. I headed to the bathroom and jumped into a quick shower.
I'd have to wash up after the gym anyway, but no way was I letting her see me like this, all sweaty and smelly from sleep.
I soaped up roughly and rinsed off fast.
Grabbed a change of clothes and stepped into the hallway. Yoon Hye-yoon was already waiting.
"You got here quick. Been waiting long?"
"Uh-uh. I just came out too."
Come to think of it, I hadn't heard her door close. She'd probably been waiting the whole time I was showering.
Her room had been dead quiet while I was changing too.
Was she excited? Or just being considerate?
Made me wonder if the shower had been a waste.
Whether she could read my mind or not, Yoon Hye-yoon just grinned up at me.
She was unbearably cute.
"Oppa, you smell nice. Did you soap up?"
She noticed right away and buried her face in my chest, sniffing away.
My hand went up on instinct. I stroked her wavy brown hair for a moment.
I answered her question.
"I called pretty much right after waking up, so I was pretty rank."
"But that's the good smell. Your strong, natural scent."
They say you can't smell your own. I figured I'd never get used to it.
Instead, I slid my hand down and wrapped it around her waist.
"Shall we go?"
"Yeah."
The sun was blazing down mercilessly. We'd barely walked any distance, but my energy was already draining, sweat pouring out.
Yoon Hye-yoon was the same, her face flushed red as she fanned herself with her short-sleeved shirt.
"Oh yeah, Hye-yoon. You free next weekend?"
"Next week? Hmm... Yeah, nothing planned. Why?"
"A-young and I planned a trip for the three of us. That cool?"
"For real?"
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me. I could see just how excited she was.
"Her shoot ends this Sunday, so we're going next week. I already booked it—just gotta send the payment."
"Whoa! Where to? Beach? A valley?"
"Pension up in the mountains. Comes with a little outdoor pool for swimming."
"I'm in. Absolutely!"
Yoon Hye-yoon hugged my arm tight, rubbing her chest against it.
Lucky no one was around. That could've gotten us stares or photos.
Still, it felt good, so I let her be.
"Then I'll chip in some cash."
"Nah. I'm covering it all this time. You and A-young just have fun."
"If you insist..."
"This arm lock you're giving me is payment enough."
"Like this?"
Yoon Hye-yoon squeezed harder, pressing her chest fully against me. It lasted all the way to the gym.
"Well, well. I knew something was up lately."
"Haha... Hi."
The gym receptionist greeted us with a knowing look. She phrased it lightly, but she probably knew all along.
Lately, we'd been stuck together using the machines every workout.
Everyone knew we were dating—it was an open secret—but just whispers, no hard proof.
They'd kept quiet without evidence, but this arm-in-arm display sealed it.
"You two look cute. But no excessive PDA inside the gym."
"Of course not."
I gave a vague reply and headed in. We started our usual routine.
In the middle of sweating it out, there was a thud, followed by Yoon Hye-yoon's scream.
"Agh...! Ow... It hurts..."
She was clutching her finger. I dropped what I was holding and rushed over.
"What happened?"
"My hand slipped... Dropped the dumbbell, and it hit my finger..."
I carefully pried her hand open. The joint was already swelling, and she was trembling.
I helped her up.
"Let's get to the hospital right now."
"Okay..."
We took a taxi and arrived. After check-in, her name was called soon after.
I waited in the lobby a few minutes. She came back with her finger in a splint.
"What'd the doc say? You okay?"
"Sprained ligament, but just a little. Should heal quick."
"How quick?"
"Like... four or five days?"
"That's a relief. Won't mess up the trip."
"Sorry... for worrying you. Should've been more careful..."
She kept staring at her finger, sighing. I patted her back to comfort her.
Gym was out. We headed straight home.
Yoon Hye-yoon grabbed her bag with her good hand. I snatched it right away.
"Give me the bag. I'll carry it."
"Oh... Sorry. Got all excited about the trip."
No need to apologize like that. Seeing her all down and sorry was no good.
"If you're sorry, heal up fast. And smiling suits you way better, so no frowning."
"Okay."
I carried her bag all the way home, then we went to our rooms. Figured she'd want some alone time to rest.
I showered quick and was chilling when the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong.
Had to be Yoon Hye-yoon. Peeped through the hole—yep. Opened right up.
"What's up? Still hurt?"
"No, the pain's mostly gone... but there's another problem."
"What kind?"
"Told my parents about the sprain, and they want me to come home."
"They're worried, huh. How long you staying?"
"Feels like they won't let me go till this splint's off. They're working today, but coming to pick me up tomorrow."
"In person?"
"Yeah. Told me not to carry anything since my hand's hurt."
Hye-yoon's parents. Maybe time to show my face?
As I pondered, she read it and preempted me.
"Oh, and if you run into them tomorrow, pretend you don't know me?"
"Huh? Why?"
"I'm their only daughter—they're super protective. If they find out about us next door..."
She trailed off, shuddering. I could guess the rest.
Probably something like, 'Move out. This is basically shacking up.'
"Can't be helped... Might end up forcing you to move somewhere else."
"That's what I think too. Plus, I might get grounded at home the whole break."
Neither of us wanted that. Sucked not going to greet them, but I'd hold off.
Worst case, go invisible mode for a hello.
"Wanna come in? Can't leave a patient standing."
"Nah, I'm good."
She got something else going on? I was about to say see you later when I noticed her hesitating.
"More to say?"
"Um... Oppa, you know I'm right-handed, right?"
"Yeah."
Yoon Hye-yoon held out her splinted finger. It reeked of some ointment.
She massaged it gently and murmured.
"With my hand hurt, I can't do daily stuff... Stay with me till I leave tomorrow."
"Huh...?"
"Till tomorrow morning."
Her clear eyes locked onto mine. I was gonna say yes anyway.
She'd be gone a few days at her parents'.
Was about to agree when "daily stuff" caught me.
"What about eating?"
"Feed me."
"Bathroom?"
"Undress me."
"Sleeping?"
"Hold me."
Like a baby, demanding everything. Her boldness cracked me up.
"Hang on a sec. Lemme grab some stuff."
I ducked into my room for essentials.
Then over to hers, filling her in.
"Can't stay all day. Got work from six to eleven."
"That's fine. Morning and night is plenty. Won't mess up your routine."
"Sure, sure. So, first things first..."
Glanced at the clock. Past two already—way later than expected.
Meant to gym, eat lunch together. But the injury threw everything off.
We'd skipped lunch entirely. Both starving—needed food ASAP.
Headed to the kitchen, asking.
"I'll make lunch. Anything left over?"
"Before that..."
Yoon Hye-yoon pressed her thighs together and turned her head toward the bathroom.
Only an idiot wouldn't get it.
I stepped close and crouched in front of her. She still hadn't showered—faint sweat scent lingered.
Pulled down her pants, revealing soaked panties.
Along with a thick pheromone haze that could short-circuit any guy's brain.
"Gonna go?"
"Yeah... Been holding it since the hospital."
"To the bathroom first."
Tiny space. Yoon Hye-yoon stood straight, staring at me.
Like, hurry up and take the rest off.
I hooked my fingers in her panties and tugged them down.
She'd clenched so hard, the fabric caught in her slit, resisting till the end.
Once they hit her ankles, she plopped onto the toilet fast.
Hands on her lower belly, covering her privates.
Too late for modesty now.
I stared. She shook her head no.
"Don't look."
"Why not? I'm already this close."
"That's different..."
"You've peed all over me before, nice and fresh. What's shy about now?"
"Ahh...! Don't remind me."
Remembered her pussy-squatting till she lost it on top of me.
That warm flow across my stomach.
While she squirmed in embarrassment, I moved right between her legs.
Spread them, pulled her hips forward so I had a clear view inside.
"What if something happens mid-stream? Gotta keep eyes on you."
"Won't... Please."
"What's the big deal? Go on."
Teasing her was the most fun. But time passed, thighs just quivering.
No sign of release.
"Still holding?"
Last resort: hand up. Target, her slightly protruding clitoris.
I pressed my thumb right on top.