Chapter 195
Chapter 195
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The Exhausted Morning After
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html, body { margin:0; padding:0; } 194 The night isn't over yet
The next day. I barely managed to get up after the call saying checkout was in one hour.
I rolled my neck and shoulders, and there was a loud series of cracks.
A bit tired, huh... Still, I seem fine enough to drive.
Honestly, it was surprising I was this intact.
After fooling around with Ayoung outside, I'd come back to the room and gone two more rounds with Hye-yoon joining in.
"What time is it...?"
The two of them had been out cold like dead mice, but the phone ring must've snapped them awake.
I rubbed my butt to shake off the sleep as I got up.
"We gotta head out within the hour. I'll wash up first, so pack your stuff in the meantime."
"Okayyy..."
"Yeah... I'm so sleepy..."
Maybe the fatigue hit them all at once—their red eyes were rubbing raw as they stirred.
Their usual pretty voices were gone, replaced by hoarse rasps.
It was a total one-eighty from yesterday.
"Both your voices are shot. Should've known after all that moaning last night."
"You think I moaned because I wanted to...? You made me do it."
"Exactly. You're the one who started it, so why blame us?"
"You were fine right up until the outdoor stuff. But those last two rounds? Loud enough to wake the neighbors' neighbors."
Shin Ayoung and Yoon Hye-yoon shot me sharp looks. Guilty as charged.
I had a pretty good idea why, but yeah, those final two were over the top.
"Not trying to make a big deal out of it. Anyway, let's get ready to go."
Truth be told, I'd half-intended for the sisters to hear the moans, so I let it slide.
No time to waste—I rinsed off quick and came out. They'd already packed and were lying back on the bed.
Eyes closed tight. They looked wiped out.
"If you're beat, wanna shower at home?"
"Yeah... I just wanna sleep more right now."
"This is worse than after a brutal gym session..."
Rare sight from Yoon Hye-yoon.
We hit the gym together, but seeing her like this made her fatigue-reduction buff feel straight-up OP.
"Want a massage?"
I sat on the edge of the bed and placed hands on both their legs. Started pure... but seeing them sprawled naked got my dick twitching.
Obviously, I'd just showered too—buck naked myself. Shin Ayoung and Yoon Hye-yoon shrank back, eyeing me like a monster.
"Oppa, you're not thinking of going again, are you?"
"You were begging to start early last night—now what gives in the morning?"
"My pussy's seriously wrecked..."
"Kidding. I'll grab some snacks from the vending area. Snap out of it and we'll roll."
At least chocolate or sausages—they weren't in any shape for a full meal.
I opened the door and spotted a familiar figure up ahead.
A 170cm slim stunner with purple two-tone hair, wobbling toward the stairs.
A bit frizzy compared to usual, but still gleaming.
I snuck up and poked her shoulder.
"Chae-ah noona. Hey."
"Huh...? Oh... hey."
Han Chae-ah flinched at the sight of me. But I was startled too.
Dark circles like bruises. She even look alive?
Did we keep her up?
Guilty, but how to apologize? 'Sorry we were banging all night and kept you awake'?
Too late for that now.
Pretend with a chipper 'Good morning!' 'Sleep well? Bed's so comfy in this fancy pension.'? Nah, even the oblivious wouldn't.
As weird thoughts swirled, Han Chae-ah bowed her head and murmured softly.
"Woojin... where you headed?"
"Just woke up—grabbing something from the vending area."
"Yeah... makes sense. You burned a ton last night; gotta refuel."
"Haha... yep."
Her tone had thorns. My bad anyway, so I stayed mum.
Change the subject first.
"When're you leaving, noona? Checkout's soon."
"We just got the call too and dragged ourselves up. Without that one-hour warning, we'd have slept till noon."
"You must be exhausted."
"Yeah. Thanks to some super passionate noise next door."
Better zip it. We walked quietly, then she tossed a casual question.
"So, what's the deal with those girls? Not ordinary friends, that's clear—but two of 'em...?"
"Like I said before—my girlfriends."
"Girlfriends...? Plural. Two."
"Both."
"...I see."
Shocked, but she'd half-guessed—no big reaction.
Expected some advice, but nope.
Instead, the air chilled. She furrowed her pretty brow, deep in thought.
Lasted till I hit the vending machine and headed back.
Silent lobby crossing, into an empty spot—then she spoke softly.
"Fine... whatever. As long as you nail the convenience store gig, your private life's your business. I get it."
"Thanks."
"Whatever. I'm no saint to judge. We're both as bad."
"Huh?"
She turned away, muttering something.
Couldn't hear, but I could guess.
"No, forget it. If they're cool with it, not my place to butt in. But what I heard today? Our secret."
"Sorry for the noise last night."
"It's fine. At least I know you've got stamina to burn—so no complaints if I pile on the work."
"Anytime."
She smirked and slapped my shoulder. I rode the wave to smooth things over.
Chatted normal stuff till the room. Before parting, one last check.
"You good to drive, noona? Those circles are brutal."
"Pull over for naps if I nod off. Better than crashing."
"Hee-jin can't drive?"
"She was half-dead. Last night... never mind. She heard it all—doubt she slept either."
"Yeah."
"Family embarrassment maxed out. Good thing we're adults."
I scratched my head with an awkward grin. Time to split.
She sensed it, grabbing the knob first.
"See you at the store later. Tons of work—brace yourself. Dead serious."
"Ready."
"Can't wait. Take care."
She vanished inside. I headed in too.
30 minutes later. Fueled up, bags packed, out we went.
Still wrecked: Shin Ayoung shuffling with cap low, staring at the floor; Yoon Hye-yoon blinking every second.
I snatched their bags and popped the car doors.
"Crash in the back."
"You okay to drive, oppa? I feel like dying."
"Surprisingly fine—don't worry."
"You're not faking tough, right? Wreck us in a crash and we're done for. Kinda nervous."
"If you got energy to say that, sounds like you're faking too? Should've gone harder yesterday?"
"You see my eyes and say that?"
"Nope."
Shin Ayoung thrust her face forward, dark circles shadowed by the cap—scary as hell on her sharp features.
I patted her back, guiding her to the rear.
Yoon Hye-yoon left. Waved in front of her distant stare.
"Gotta hit the gym harder, Hye-yoon."
"Turn me into a muscle girl? No thanks."
"Can't keep up with my stamina now."
"Deal with it. Train your pussy then."
Has she lost it? Spouting nonsense like that.
Does her brain filter before mouth?
"Pussy training? Save sleeptalk for bed."
"Dead serious. Squeeze practice to milk you dry—strategy."
"Work on it. Show results later."
"Sleep first... later."
Big yawn, then she zipped into the car.
Watched her conk out live as I slid into the driver's seat.
Vroom...
Engine on, eased forward. Circling the lot toward the exit—spotted Han Chae-ah and Han Hee-jin loading bags.
Window down.
"Heading out first."
"Drive safe, Woojin."
"You too, noona."
Sis waved cheerfully; Han Hee-jin froze.
Glanced at me, peeked at Shin Ayoung through the window—ghost-faced.
Ayoung's mug was spooky right now. Got it.
But backing away? Overkill.
Shrugged off the oddity, left the wild-night pension for home.
"Trip was a blast. Let's go again sometime, oppa."
"Sure. Rest up—we'll catch up."
"Yeeeah~ Bye, Hye-yoon."
"Bye, unnie."
Dropped Ayoung first. She'd slept the whole way—looked brighter.
Stretched, turned back.
"Home and crash?"
"...Not that kind of crash, right?"
"What kind?"
"Cuddle-no-fucks-sleep? Okay."
"Wasn't planning any. You want more?"
"Said no-fucks."
"Cool with me, but scared you'll pounce."
"Beast. I'm sleeping solo—no face near mine tonight."
Pouty lip. Too cute not to tease.
"Sorry. Heading out."
"Yeah."
Fatigue hitting me too—raced home.
Said bye to Hye-yoon, into our rooms.
Creak.
Door open, straight to bed. Eyes heavy, went limp.
Bzzz...
Bzzz...
How long? Dim window outside, phone vibrating.
Did I set an alarm? Screen: 23:20 jumped out.
Below: Kakao from Shin Ayoung checking if I got home safe; Yoon Hye-yoon's goodnight.
Replied, closed eyes—then another ping.
"Whose is that? Just came in?"