Chapter 316
Chapter 316
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The Celebrity's Kind Nursing
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The next day.
The moment I woke up, a needle-like stabbing pain tormented my lower back.
"Fuck, that hurts..."
The cause was obvious.
It was because I'd ignored the warning signs and gone wild with Hye-yoon in a messy fuck session.
I hadn't felt it during, lost in the pleasure coursing through my body, but now that I was up, it was crystal clear.
I really would die if I didn't rest.
No regrets, but I should've toned it down a notch.
I gently rubbed the sore spot and grabbed my phone from beside the pillow.
'What's my schedule today?'
I checked my timetable.
My first class wasn't until after lunch.
Plenty of time to rest.
If it got worse, I'd hit the hospital, but for now, I headed slowly to the front door.
Maybe some fresh air would help.
"But I've got convenience store shift tomorrow... Am I seriously gonna die?"
The thought gave me chills.
But it felt all too real, lingering in my head.
Screech.
That's when I heard the door opening.
It was Park Seo-yoon, dressed casually like she was heading out somewhere.
I greeted her first.
"Hey."
"Uh... hey."
She replied awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.
Fidgeting with her fingers for no reason.
'No wonder, after sucking my dick like crazy yesterday.'
I remembered it clear as day—even swallowing my cum and masturbating after.
Right up until she squirted.
That fact would stay buried in my chest forever.
Putting on an innocent face, I asked,
"Where you headed?"
"Quick run to the convenience store."
"Mind grabbing some pain relief patches on the way?"
She smirked at my request and shook her hips dramatically.
Clearly mimicking pounding her.
"You were bragging about how much it hurt yesterday, and now you're finally sick? Should've gone easy."
"Didn't know then. Thought I'd be fine."
"Fine after going at it for an hour post-gym? Your head okay?"
"Luckily, yeah."
And it wasn't just an hour.
To avoid bothering the neighbors, we'd moved to Hye-yoon's room for two more hours.
But that stayed secret.
No point saying it now—it'd just backfire.
"Anyway, you can grab some for this poor sick guy, right?"
"Fine, wait here. Gotta take care of my good boy."
She waved casually and shuffled off in her slippers.
Soon vanishing into the elevator.
Figured it'd take about 15 minutes round trip.
No point standing around, so I headed back inside.
Thud.
I collapsed onto the bed.
Lying quietly on the soft sheets, random thoughts crept in.
'Now that Chae-ah noona and Hee-jin are fully in, it's starting to wear on me...'
Wed-Thu-Fri at the store with the sisters, and a few days of the weekend with A-young and Hye-yoon.
My stamina and recovery had improved, sure, but the women registered in the onahole app had upgraded too.
Net result? Just more fucking time.
I opened the app, hoping for a fix.
This all-knowing genius app would have something.
Time to check points too.
It'd been a while, and the scores had changed a lot.
Especially the sisters.
Probably from the three-day marathon last weekend—their points had skyrocketed.
'They'll both hit 300 soon?'
Time to mention the onahole maybe, but I couldn't find the right moment.
Maybe I wouldn't need to say anything.
I shook off the complicated thoughts and tallied the points.
'...1198 points?'
Last upgrade was at 1000, no alert for 1100.
Probably the exp requirement explodes past four digits.
If right, something at 1200.
Or bonus when the sisters hit 300.
Ding-dong.
The bell snapped me out of it.
She was back.
I opened the door to find Park Seo-yoon holding a plastic bag.
"Here, pain patches, vitamin C, and some other stuff."
"Thanks."
I took the whole bag.
Pretty heavy.
"You?"
"I got mine separate. Take it all."
Her pocket looked stuffed.
But damn, stocking up like this for me.
Money talks.
As we stood there in awkward standoff, she peeked inside.
Glanced at my messy hair and tossed out casually,
"Just wake up?"
"Yeah."
"Room's a disaster."
"Just woke up."
"Want help?"
Suddenly trying to come in.
Worried about me? Or checking on the onahole?
Didn't matter.
Alone with Park Seo-yoon? Yes please.
"Hell yeah, thanks."
I grinned and let her in.
Bang.
Door shut, silence fell.
Lights still off, room felt even gloomier.
"Ugh... Air this place out. Smells insane."
"Told you, just woke up."
"Just saying."
She went straight to the window and slide opened it.
Fresh breeze in, she took a deep breath, then turned.
Eyes scanning, face scrunched.
"Pigsty much? How does it get this bad?"
"Beats me. What'd I do?"
"Fucking Hye-yoon like crazy and playing dumb."
"Ha..."
Could barely believe that word from a celebrity's mouth.
Whatever, she picked up clothes from the floor and stacked them on the desk.
"I'll clean. You rest."
"I'll do it later. Leave it."
"Can't stand filth. And you're the patient—this is special."
Not my mom, cleaning my room.
We've seen each other's worst anyway. Dick, onahole—nothing left.
So I lay back and watched her bustle around.
TV showed pretty, clean, bright her—this was 180 degrees opposite.
Cleared desk, wiped with wet wipes, folded clothes neatly into closet.
Just a normal, diligent...
"Hey!"
"What."
"You didn't suck dick in this at the gym yesterday, right?"
She pinched my tank top between thumb and forefinger like it was toxic.
"Forgot."
"Forget something else. Fuck, sweat stench is killer."
"Kinda hot, right?"
"Bullshit."
Said that, but tossed it in the washer anyway.
Mouth foul, but she gets shit done. Hot.
'Kinda cute.'
If not for the dildo prank, we'd be normal friends.
Watching her grumble, her head turned my way.
Eyes flicked to the bag beside me, face soured.
"Said your back hurts. Why just sitting?"
"Can't reach it myself."
"Why not? Shoulders broken too?"
"Spot on. Arm won't go back."
Bold-faced, she set stuff down and approached.
Then patted the bed.
"Lie down. I'll stick 'em on."
I did, shirt riding up.
Shoulders exposed, warm hands glided over my back.
Slowly, feeling my muscles.
Massaging spots, then rip opened a patch.
"No screaming."
Low warning, then palm slammed the sore spot.
"Hiss...!"
I gritted through it; next spot got hit.
Multiple times.
Not gentle patient care—packed with emotion.
All her pent-up rage, for sure.
My twitching amused her; she covered her mouth, shoulders shaking.
"...You did that on purpose."
"Gotta rub it in good~ Like this."
She pressed hard over the patch, kneading deep.
Every inch, thumbs digging.
Normally I'd shove her off, but no strength now.
Just prayed it'd end quick.
"Haa... haa..."
One minute of agony passed.
Still tingling, she hummed, standing up.
Stress relieved, I bet.
Thought she'd head home, but she smiled back.
"No breakfast? I could cook."
"Can't you just go home?"
"Leave a patient?"
Clearly wanted more playtime.
'Any good ideas?'
Passive wasn't my style.
Brain spinning, app scores popped up.
1198.
2 more to 1200. Perfect test subject right here.
"Seo-yoon, big trouble."
"What? What's up?"
She hurried over at her name.
Close enough, I yanked off my pants without warning.
"Wha...? What the..."
Stunned by the twist.
Ignoring, dropped my underwear too.
Half-erect dick out, I thrust toward her.
"That woman's touching it. Handle it."
She froze, not getting it at first.
Glancing from her hand to my dick, face shifting wildly.
"Liiiike thiiiis?"
The devil had arrived.