Chapter 178
Chapter 178
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Wanna Crash at Sis's House?
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I woke up early in the morning. Not like I was short on sleep or anything, so I plopped down in front of the computer.
Four days left until the trip. Might as well make a detailed plan now that I was up.
"Heading out for the weekend... should I rent a car ahead of time?"
The pension was an hour away by train. Obviously more convenient than driving, but... personal space, you know?
Guys get it—there are all sorts of situations that call for privacy. Can't just give that up.
Plus, I'd gotten my license right after finals, so no issues there.
"Alright, rent it today then... anything else I need to grab?"
Most stuff would probably be provided at the place anyway, and the shops nearby would have the basics.
But prices wouldn't be cheap. Factor in peak season, and they could be double.
Already shelling out for the pension—better save where I could.
I jotted down a shopping list and slowly pieced together the plan.
A few hours later, I booked a four-seater.
No point picking it up now—no place to store it, and there'd be extra fees. Friday afternoon pickup it was.
Biggest hurdle cleared. Time for the little things.
While I was at it, I headed straight to the department store. Meat and sausages were on the list, but the real priority was something else.
Swimwear.
That's why I'd splurged on a place with a private pool.
Shin Ayoung and Yoon Hye-yoon in swimsuits. Just thinking about it got me hard.
I'd hyped up the pool so much—they wouldn't forget.
Sure, they'd wear them right now if I asked, but context and setting amp up the thrill, right?
dying to see them ASAP, but I'd hold out for the payoff.
Clomp clomp.
Lost in fantasies, I ended up at the men's clothing section. Their suits were tempting, but I needed mine first.
Not at home or my place—zero swim trunks in my wardrobe.
I scanned around and stepped into a shop displaying colorful gear.
A mannequin holding a surfboard caught my eye.
"Hello. Let me know if you're looking for something specific."
"Nah, I'll browse."
"Sure thing~ Call if you need help."
I brushed off the smiling clerk and headed to the swim trunks corner.
"..."
Hawaiian vibes? Gaudy floral prints everywhere.
Too flashy for me. Skimmed past and grabbed a few to try on.
Checking myself in the mirror, more looked decent than expected.
Thanks to gym gains—clothes hung right on my built frame. Felt confident rocking some skin.
"This one's too poufy though."
Ditched the baggy ones. Other people around—not trying to stand out like that.
Picked the keepers, paid, and bounced.
Next: sunglasses. Style points, sure, but essential for blocking glare while driving.
Shopping done, I headed downstairs.
The massive food hall packed with groceries and eateries.
Stomach rumbling anyway—lunch first.
Hunting for good spots, a striking head of hair snagged my gaze.
Navy blue mixed with purple in waves—two-tone.
I'd bet my life only one person in Korea rocked that.
Got closer.
Crowd parted, revealing plump hips and tits. Confirmation.
I tapped her shoulder lightly.
"Hey, Manager."
"Huh? Who...?"
She whipped her head around, hair swishing. Fancy perfume and a familiar face.
Spotting me, her eyes widened, hand waving wildly.
"W-Woojin? What brings you here?"
"Just shopping. Aren't you due at work soon, Manager?"
"...Chae-ah sis. We're outside."
"Oh, right—Chae-ah sis."
Calling her name got a bright smile, but it faded to gloom quick.
Something was up.
"Took the day off, actually."
"Day off?"
"Yeah. Hee-jin seems really sick... needs someone watching her, right? Can't leave her alone."
"Who minds the store if you're both out?"
"Hired temp help. Offered 1.5x pay—worked out."
Money talks. With her cash, she could run 24/7 shifts easy.
Guessing she shows up to stay sharp.
"Should've called me to cover."
"Nah... you work Tue-Thu-Fri. Didn't wanna overload you today."
"I'm sturdy—could handle it."
I grinned, replaying her words.
Hee-jin sick? She'd been fine yesterday... or not.
Three orgasms in the public restroom, sweat-soaked for ages—prime bug bait.
Even in summer, drained like that? Bound to catch something.
Guilt twinged as I asked carefully.
"So what brings you here?"
"Grabbing porridge for Hee-jin. Best stuff around."
"Sounds good. I'll get one too."
"Trusting my rec? You cute little thing."
Han Chae-ah flicked my belly. Winced, rubbing the spot.
Not soft gut—hard abs. Misjudged the poke.
"Oof... abs of steel. Six-pack?"
"Yup."
"No way?"
Her eyes went wide. Scanned me, then spun away.
I shrugged and ordered my porridge.
Hers came quick. She leaned on her cart, waiting—guessing for me.
Peeking inside: stuffed full. Thought it was someone else's, but nah.
"You buy all that, Chae-ah sis?"
"Huh? Oh, this? I bulk-buy when I shop. Grabbed everything needed."
Mostly ingredients and groceries, but one stood out.
"20kg rice too?"
"Pantry was empty—had to. Nearly wrecked my back lugging it."
She patted her lower back playfully, laughing. Breasts jiggled subtly each time.
Dying to stare, but she'd clock me instantly.
I locked eyes desperately and kept chatting.
"Isn't instant rice and delivery easier?"
"Eh, car's here anyway—might as well stock up."
20kg's full kit. With those heavy tits already taxing her—hope that bra holds.
Cheered it on mentally while waiting for mine.
"You done shopping, Woojin?"
"Me..."
Still stuff left, but she seemed ready to head out. Let it slide.
Wanna hang more, and mart later wasn't a rush.
"Yeah, all set."
"Let's go then?"
"I'll push. Hand it over."
"Thanks. So reliable."
Took the handle—Chae-ah glued to my side.
Envy vibes from passersby as we hit the parking lot.
"What're you up to, Woojin? Need a ride?"
Loaded the trunk, and she asked slyly.
Tone screaming she wanted company. Expectation dripped.
"Hmm... mind if I swing by your place?"
"My place? Why?"
"Lotsa stuff. I'll carry it in for you. Hurt yourself lugging the heavy bits? Disaster."
"Sneaky pay raise hint, huh?"
Teasing words, but grinning ear-to-ear—liked it.
Raised a hand like to pinch my cheek.
Slim fingers inches away—she yanked back, fake-coughing.
"Sorry, got carried away. Feels like a real little bro."
"I'm cool with it. Wanna feel?"
Offer made her side-eye my shoulder and arm.
Hunger in her gaze. But shook her head, fired up the engine.
"Pass. Headin' home then?"
"Yep."
Buckled in—smooth glide out. Underground to street: sky turned nasty.
Clear when I entered; now thick gray clouds blanketed everything.
"Rain today?"
"No news? Typhoon starting today. Three, four days?"
"Typhoon?"
"Yeah. That's why I stocked up. You didn't know?"
News black hole lately. Quick math: trip dates vs. storm.
No overlap. Could be perfect—post-typhoon skies are crystal clear. Ideal trip weather.
"Hurry before it pours then."
"Got urgent stuff? I'll drop you after."
I sank into the seat, eyeing darkening clouds.
Fate's call—what's worrying gonna do?
Rumble-crash!!! Boom boom!
Ear-shattering roar and flashes lit the sky as we reached her apartment.
Dry lightning, relentless.
Prayed no rain till home—too late.
Rain pelted the windshield. I let go of worry.
Parked—grabbed bags from trunk. Hoisted the rice sack; veins and muscles popped.
Felt Chae-ah's glance from the side.
Elevator up, door reached.
Dropped the load; she punched the code.
"Woojin."
"Yeah?"
"Raining cats and dogs. You sure you're good?"
"Lend an umbrella—I'll manage."
"No way. I said I'd drive you. C'mon."
"Nah, really fine."
I suggested coming—hate making her go out of her way, especially with sick sis stressing her.
Waved it off; she crossed arms under her chest.
Rain pouring, sis ill, can't send me solo—guilt trip.
"Hmm..."
Serious ponder, peeked at me, pointed at the door.
"Then... wanna crash till the rain lets up?"
No, folks smashing pre-likes just 'cause they hit adulthood.
Moderation, y'all—wears the bones down.