Chapter 295
Chapter 295
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The Culprit is Nearby
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"Looks like taking the initiative was the smart move."
Park Seoyoon's expression when I asked her for that second handjob was straight out of a horror flick—like a demon incarnate.
Okay, maybe a bit of exaggeration, but compared to the first time, it wasn't far off.
Our relationship was pretty much empty to begin with—nothing there except an onahole and a dildo.
We'd only gotten this far thanks to some mutual sexual curiosity, so forcing her into it in that state? Yeah, she had every right to flip out.
If my guess was right, she'd probably come crawling soon, all "Sorry, please give me back the onahole."
'No way in hell. You stole the dildo first, had your fun with it, and now that your hymen's about to break, you wanna call it quits?'
Classic perpetrator move: "I didn't know it was tormenting you."
A shameless line that completely ignores the victim's side.
Even the strictest judge would side with me and smack his balls for this one.
Luckily, that phone call just now had cut off her escape route. No worries there anymore.
She knew she'd toyed with me, and she'd kept quiet about it anyway. Two crimes right there.
From now on, Park Seoyoon would be on her best behavior—managing every expression, every little action, desperate not to get caught.
'And no matter what I do to her, she won't be able to complain. Hell, I could legally walk around with the onahole now.'
Suddenly, the game was stacked way too much in my favor.
That'd make it no fun, so I decided to handicap myself big-time.
Activate the zero-awareness skill: "I have no idea what's going on, no matter what happens."
The next day.
I woke up to a KakaoTalk from Park Seoyoon.
-Park Seoyoon: Wanna go to school together today? What time's your class?
A message that'd arrived an hour ago.
Considering it was 9 a.m. now, she'd sent it pretty damn early.
And today was one of those days our gen-ed classes didn't overlap, so I could tell just how desperate she was.
I silently mourned the unintentional ghosting and tapped out a reply.
-Park Woojin: Just woke up, missed it. My first class is at 1 p.m. today.
-Park Seoyoon: Wanna grab lunch together then? I'll find us a good spot.
-Park Woojin: Sure. Meet at the central plaza at noon?
-Park Seoyoon: Okay~
Her reply shot back the second I hit send.
She was probably dying to probe my attitude even a second sooner.
I checked the time—plenty left till then—and flopped back into bed.
She was the one in a rush, not me.
The well gets dug by the thirsty one, after all.
About three hours later.
I sauntered to the meeting spot, and her voice rang out.
"Woojin! Over here. Here!"
"Wait long?"
"Nah, I just got out of class too, so it's fine."
Her face was flushed enough to say otherwise.
A bit of heavy breathing? She'd definitely run over.
In her current state, she'd probably brush off anything I said.
I pointed to the shade under a nearby tree, giving her time to catch her breath.
"It's hot out—let's chill for a bit. You look wiped."
"Yeah... five minutes, then..."
As we killed time, Park Seoyoon started sneaking glances at me.
She was clearly agonizing over how to bring it up without raising suspicion—how to fish for info.
No need; I was planning to spill everything anyway.
Gaining confidence from my calm face, she finally spoke up cautiously.
"Um... that thing you said yesterday. For real?"
"You mean the onahole being linked to someone? Yeah, I fingered it a few more times after washing up, and it was legit."
"S-so... what now?"
"What now? Revenge, obviously."
"Eek!"
I ignored the weird squeak.
Out of the corner of my eye, she was staring tensely at my bag.
"...So you're gonna mess with the onahole from now on?"
"That's part of it, but the real goal is tracking down the perp. Gotta know who's behind this cute little prank."
"Track them down? How?"
"That mystery box delivered to my place. You had one too, right, Seoyoon?"
"Oh... y-yeah! But I lost mine, so I dunno. Tossed it all out with the recycling."
Park Seoyoon denying it hard.
Her eyes darting around mid-sentence? She was freaking out.
I smirked inwardly and kept spinning my tale.
"If memory serves, it was about a week ago. And this started 3-4 days back, so the culprit's gotta be around here."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Sunday's recycling day, and Monday someone was grabbing my dick. What does that tell you? The dildo didn't hit the bin—someone snatched it midway."
90% truth mixed with 10% BS.
A bit rough around the edges, but the story hung together convincingly enough.
Of course, Park Seoyoon had no choice but to nod along, whatever I said.
"R-right... that's some detective work~"
Sweat beading on her forehead, she turned away.
Guilty as charged—she couldn't meet my eyes.
"Could be wrong. Point is, they're local, so we'll take it slow and steady."
"How?"
"You felt it yesterday, right? Stuff it with random things and walk around—someone's bound to act suspicious."
I scanned the area like a hawk.
Then whispered so quiet no one else could hear.
"They might even be watching me right now."
"Hic!"
"Anyway, that's the plan. Let's grab food."
"O-okay."
I strode off, leaving Park Seoyoon muttering "I'm screwed" to herself.
*
"She looked scared shitless. Did I go too hard?"
Park Seoyoon's usual cocky vibe was gone—instead, she spent lunch kissing my ass.
Maybe trying to atone a bit; she treated me to a feast, anyway.
No incidents during the day either.
Regaining peace was great, but if I'd let that slide, we wouldn't be here.
'Still, I'll give her a break till the end of the week.'
I wanted to dive right in, but my schedule wouldn't let me.
I recalled what Han Hee-jin had said yesterday.
'Come to my place after work tonight. Sneak past Chae-ah sis.'
Timing meant an overnight stay for sure.
And all-night naughty fun, naturally.
Sneaking into the house past Chae-ah sis, stifling moans and whispers through the night.
Tougher mission than I thought.
But what could I do?
No other room available, and deep down, I was kinda thrilled.
I scratched the back of my head and headed out the front door.
-Ding-dong.
"Welcome, oppa."
"Come on in."
Seeing the two of them together like this? It'd been ages.
I made eye contact with each in turn and returned their greetings.
"You two are getting along today, huh."
"No real reason to hit the main store, and I missed you, Woojin, so I waited."
Han Chae-ah beamed her answer.
Han Hee-jin's face soured instantly as she glared at her sister.
What a ridiculous, precarious scene.
Ignoring their loaded stares as best I could, I slipped behind the counter.
"So you're skipping the main store entirely today?"
"Yeah. Won't see you till next Wednesday after today—gotta get my fill."
"I could swing by on weekends or weekdays."
"You wanna?"
She mouthed a tiny date?
Last date was after our first time, so yeah—she must be craving time together.
'Come to think of it, I haven't been giving her enough attention.'
Our hookups always around the convenience store—probably felt lonely.
I nodded, vowing to make it up to her properly this time.
Her face lit up like the sun—then my pocket buzzed.
Han Hee-jin peeked from behind Han Chae-ah, poking at her phone.
"Mind if I hit the bathroom real quick?"
"Sure, take your time."
Once in the storeroom, the prickling gaze lifted from my back.
Just in case, I checked around, then pulled out my phone.
-Han Hee-jin: You didn't forget tonight, right?
-Park Woojin: Nope.
-Han Hee-jin: Flirt with sis all you want, but watch the customers—don't get too obvious.
-Park Woojin: Got it.
Customers' eyes, my ass. Her excuses were adorable.
I finished up quick and stepped out—Han Hee-jin was waiting right there.
She glanced at me, then approached.
"No suspicious moves while we're working."
"I'm not the problem—you are."
"Me? How?"
"Sucking my dick under the desk or giving me those 'fuck me' puppy eyes."
"W-when did I ever?!"
"If you didn't, then don't."
I patted her growling ass.
Kneaded that firm flesh till she settled down.
As I went to pull away, her hips pushed back, trapping my hand.
"A little longer. Can't do anything all shift."
Her voice tiny with embarrassment.
I gripped hard enough to leave marks, rubbing till a pleased moan slipped out.
And finally, closing time—11 p.m.