Chapter 170
Chapter 170
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Hide and Seek
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"Aren't they supposed to come around the afternoon?"
"I thought so too... Anyway, this isn't the time. Hide quick."
She stuffed the underwear scattered on the bed into a corner of the closet and pulled out fresh clothes.
Meanwhile, I scanned the room for a hiding spot. But in this tiny studio apartment, where was there to hide?
Under the bed was cartoon stuff—the frame was way too low to squeeze into.
'Then the only spot left...'
The bathroom. I snatched my clothes and darted inside. She glanced my way and pressed a finger to her lips.
"No sounds at all. I'll get them out somehow, as fast as I can."
"Got it."
Vrrr.
Right then, my phone buzzed. No answer from inside, so her parents must've called.
Yoon Hye-yoon cleared her throat a few times and hit the call button, pitching her voice like she'd just rolled out of bed.
"Uh... uh? Mom? What's up?"
"Already here? Ah... I just woke up, missed it. Hold on."
After a quick back-and-forth, she slipped into the bathroom.
"Lights off, hold on to something. They're coming in for real now."
"Don't worry."
"It's not worry—if we're caught, I might legit die."
Her dead-serious face had cold sweat prickling on me for no reason.
"Just keep your parents out of the bathroom."
"I'll try my best."
She headed out, and before the dark fully settled, I summoned an avatar and sent it outside.
It knew she was around, so I could still control it even with the door shut.
Had to check the situation somehow to relax.
Creak.
The front door swung open, and the life-or-death game of hide-and-seek kicked off.
"Mom, Dad—you got here crazy early?"
"Our girl's hurt—how could we just sit there?"
"But you said afternoon."
"Nah, that'd be too late."
A handsome middle-aged guy, looked about 180 cm tall.
He'd had this stern vibe opening the door, but the second he saw his daughter, his mouth curved up. Total daughter-con.
"Was gonna drive, but this guy flat-out refused and booked the train."
"Then at least call ahead. I had no clue."
"Called an hour before we got here so it wouldn't wake you too early, but no pickup."
"Ugh... can't be helped."
Would Yoon Hye-yoon end up looking like that when she got older?
A youthful middle-aged woman—if you ignored the wrinkles, she could've passed for sisters.
The moment I clocked her parents' faces, I let out an inward sigh of admiration.
No wonder a beauty like Yoon Hye-yoon popped out from such sharp-looking folks.
"Th-then let's head out."
"First, lemme see that finger. How'd it happen?"
"Slipped at the gym, stretched a ligament a bit."
"Tsk... be careful. Not saying quit working out, but watch it next time."
"Yeah."
My hope they'd bounce right away got crushed flat. They kicked off their shoes and stepped inside.
Yoon Hye-yoon's heartbeat started picking up speed.
"But what's with this smell? All the windows shut tight."
"Ah...! Bugs everywhere, so I closed 'em. Just woke up, forgot to air it out..."
That's when Dad plopped onto the bed. He swept a hand over the rumpled sheets and dropped a line.
"Crank the AC or something. Bed's soaked—like you sweated buckets all night."
"Ah... Dad! How can you just sit on your grown daughter's bed?!"
Yoon Hye-yoon grabbed his arm and yanked him upright.
Dad let out a hearty chuckle as he stood, then gave the room a once-over.
"You pack everything you're taking?"
"Uh... just the laptop. Rest is all at home."
"But why're you so fidgety? Hiding something?"
"N-no way. What would I hide from Mom and Dad?"
"Right?"
Mid-excuse, she suddenly clamped her legs together inward.
Wondering what was up, I glanced down—and got it right away.
Her pussy, stuffed full from overnight creampies, couldn't fight gravity anymore. Semen started oozing out in globs.
"What's wrong? You okay?"
"Ah... nah, just a stomachache. Anyway, wait outside. I'll wrap up quick and go."
"Take your time. We'll wait here."
"No no no. Soundproofing sucks here. Plus I gotta change..."
Yoon Hye-yoon shoved their backs toward the door. Mom smiled and gave Dad a light smack.
"Let's wait outside. It's her personal space—lingering's gotta be awkward."
"Sheesh. Fine. No bags, right?"
"Yeah, Dad."
"We'll give you 10 minutes—hurry out."
"Okay."
Door shut. She let out a massive sigh of relief.
Flipped on the bathroom light and called for me.
"Oppa, success one—got 'em outside for now."
"Phew, good. No clue they caught on... So you're heading out right away?"
"Probably just change clothes."
"Heal that finger fast and rest up good."
I pulled her into a hug and patted her back. Yoon Hye-yoon sighed contentedly and tilted her face up.
I gave her a deep kiss, then let go of her hand.
"Come out in like 20 minutes."
"Got it."
She slipped on her shoes and waved. But her eyes landed on something nearby, and her face froze.
"Oppa... you didn't hide your shoes too, did you?"
"Huh?"
I didn't think to... Too rushed, shoes slipped my mind.
No answer from me, so Yoon Hye-yoon forced a grin.
"Psh... they probably... didn't notice?"
"Sorry, total panic—forgot to grab 'em."
"Nah. I blanked too. If they saw, I'll just say they're new."
She tapped her toes on the floor, then spun around.
"Really heading out now. Text lots."
"Will do."
Creak.
Left alone in the room. I stared at my shoes, lost in thought for a bit.
One trace left behind had me uneasy, but what could I do?
I gave the room a full sweep and started tidying. It'd sit empty for days—better leave it spotless.
Threw on the washer, cracked the windows to air it out.
Didn't know the door code, so planned to stick around till laundry finished.
Tasks done, I plopped on the bed when an unfamiliar number rang.
Wanted to ignore it, but couldn't. Those last digits looked way too familiar.
'This... matches Hye-yoon's last digits...? No way.'
Families often had similar endings. So this had to be...
Swallowed hard and picked up.
"Hello?"
"Oh my. Nice voice. Hi, this is Hye-yoon's mom—got a sec?"
"Yes, sure."
"You Hye-yoon's boyfriend, right?"
Straight for the jugular. She already had my number—no point dodging.
Hye-yoon must've spilled.
"...Yes."
"Knew something was off with her lately. Ah! Don't sweat it. Kept it from hubby."
Small mercy. Sounded like Hye-yoon was nearby going "Mom, what're you doing?!"...
"That guy's such a daughter-con—god knows how he'd flip if he knew."
"Sorry."
"Nah, not calling for an apology. She's an adult, living alone—figured something like this. Just wanted to say take good care of her."
She chuckled softly, then went on.
"Felt it the second we walked in. Messy room, weird smell. Huge shoes that didn't match her size. And with Hye-yoon looking even prettier lately... one conclusion."
Shoes were the giveaway, huh. Why didn't I think of that?
As I went to reply, commotion erupted on her end.
"Sounds like the train's here—gotta go. Take care of Hye-yoon, and let's meet faces sometime."
"Got it. Safe travels."
Call ended. Hadn't met face-to-face, but getting the green light felt good.
Though who knows if she'd stay cool knowing about my other girls.
Suddenly felt like the stakes shot up. Laundry beep snapped me out of it.
*
Got the full story later from Hye-yoon's call.
Mom asked while Dad stepped out for a smoke. She stonewalled at first, but evidence piled up, so she confessed and handed over my number.
And they'd stay about five days—that was it.
Staring at texts with her, my phone rang.
[Shin Ayoung]
"Hello?"
"Oppa?"
"Yeah. Ayoungie. Last model gig today, right? When you heading out?"
"No need to come today."
"Why? Skipping date after okay?"
"Last day, so they're running it longer than usual. Might end up waiting 6+ hours."
No matter how much I loved Ayoung, 6 hours planted somewhere was a stretch.
Shoot started at 2 after lunch—earliest wrap would be 8.
"Date'd be pretty late."
"Right? But next week pension trip, so I'll tough out one day."
Regret in her voice, plus rustling sounds. Extra loud—she must've switched to speaker.
"Avatar'll tag along instead. Right by your side, so give it your all."
"Even better. Knowing you're there helps tons. Gotta prep—talk later."
"Cool, see ya."
Mwah sound, call dropped. Set phone aside, grabbed the large onahole.
Thinking of Ayoung shifted my build. First time using this on her in ages.
Real sex had its perks, but so did this—pros and cons both ways.
Like, with the onahole, you could pound away totally stealth, zero evidence.
No matter how bundled up, it stood zero chance.
Activated voyeur mode. Kept transparent too.
"Hmm... what to wear."
Shin Ayoung picking outfits in front of the mirror.
Had a bunch laid out, but seemed set on a few—snatched 'em up quick.
"No date with Oppa today, so casual's fine."
Baggy tee swallowing her upper half, navy shorts. Casual, but it blinded me anyway.
Especially that chest—no baggy top could hide it. Dying to grope.
But surprise party—held back fierce. Just a bit longer.
Soon after, she left home and hit the subway station.
Weekend crush inside. Alert dinged, train pulled up.
Horde poured out—but same number crammed back in.
Shin Ayoung huddled tight by the door seat.
She braced steady and pulled out her phone. That's when I laid a hand on her ass.