Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Daily Life
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"Ugh..."
The start of a new week, but my body wasn't having any of it.
No, not just me—nobody in this world would welcome it.
That's why they call it the Monday blues.
There are all sorts—people dreading work, classes, whatever—but my situation was a bit different.
My whole body ached, and I had zero energy to move.
I just lay there in bed, replaying yesterday's events.
'Let's see... once on Saturday night, and Sunday... how many times was it?'
Besides the creampies, we'd done blowjobs, titjobs, handjobs—a ton of play—so I slowly counted up the ejaculations.
The number I came up with? Ten.
I thought I'd miscounted at first and started over, but it always added up to ten.
If that was right, it explained why my body felt like total wreckage.
If I'd bolted during wise-man time after cumming, maybe—but we'd spent the whole day glued together, so controlling my libido was basically impossible.
With a woman like Shin Ayoung begging for it and shaking her ass nonstop, holding back would've been the real abnormality.
Still, even I had to admit ten loads was excessive.
That's when sunlight streamed through the curtains, hitting my face and interrupting my thoughts.
It was brighter than expected for morning, so I grabbed my phone to check the time.
I reached for it right by my face and tapped the screen.
Afternoon 12:40 (Monday)
The unexpected numbers paired with that horrifying word.
And class started in twenty minutes—I had to get to school.
"Haa..."
With a sigh, I rolled out of bed and planted my feet on the floor.
Trying to hold my weight on my lower body alone made my legs tremble a bit.
Still, I managed step by step to the bathroom for the quickest shower possible.
The water helped me adjust, at least.
Right after waking, it feels like death, but eat something, wash up, and the magic kicks in—you're fine.
I threw on some clothes, packed my bag, and headed out.
The moment I opened the door, hot air blasted me, a stark contrast to the AC-chilled room.
It was sweat-fest weather if I ran, but no time—so I power-walked and jogged alternately.
I reached the lecture hall. Time: 59 minutes past the hour.
Lucky me—no tardy.
Inside, the front seats were packed like I was dead last, and the professor rummaged through the attendance sheet at the podium.
He'd probably nagged everyone to move up front despite sitting in back.
I took the last row, unpacked my bag, and attendance calls started.
Familiar names now, and soon mine.
"Park Woojin."
"Here."
"Seo Arin."
"Yees~."
Our groupmate's name too.
"Shin Ayoung."
The back door swung open right as the professor called.
In rushed someone with a flushed face and heavy breathing—the star of the call, Shin Ayoung.
Unlike her usual style, just a hoodie and gym pants.
"Ye...s! Hee!"
Her cracked voice stuttered the reply as she scanned for an empty seat.
Our eyes met—I'd been staring—and realizing the only spot was next to me, she headed over.
"No seat here, right?"
"Yeah, none."
She plopped her bag on the desk and collapsed into the chair.
She looked like she'd overslept and rushed too.
Makes sense— if I'd passed out after ten loads, no way she'd be fine after going just as hard.
But up close, she seemed subtly different from yesterday.
Skin a bit tighter? Glowing, maybe...?
The opposite of my mummy-like husk.
One suffering agony, the other with beauty-treatment skin and bright eyes.
Clearly from sucking up my semen like a sponge.
The professor finished roll call and started class; the room went quiet.
Half-dazed, I barely followed—unlike the scribbling sounds from beside me.
Side-eye: Shin Ayoung staring holes through the board, taking notes furiously.
Her fine form irked me for no reason.
I slumped over the desk, hiding behind the guy in front so the prof couldn't see.
Perfect chance to test 300-point avatar mode and heal up.
Feeling Shin Ayoung next to me, I mentally activated avatar mode.
It was like an out-of-body experience—I really slipped out.
Movement matched transparent/semi-transparent modes, so I adapted quick.
I checked my slumped body for bad posture, then turned to her side.
Slid my hand under the hoodie and infiltrated.
Up to her chest—but the baggy fabric blocked bare skin.
She twitched when I groped, but resumed notes like nothing happened.
No reaction? I reached back and unhooked her bra.
The straps slid down.
Her eyes darted around suspiciously.
Me next to her drew the most scrutiny—a three-second glare—then her hand dove under the hoodie.
She wedged her bag between her legs and stashed the bra inside, quick as hell.
She'd gotten used to this stuff. My doing, of course.
Couldn't see through clothes, but my hands overflowed with plush sensation.
Even after yesterday's marathon fondling, I craved more.
She hunched a bit to hide the wrinkling fabric and chest movement.
Desk met my knuckles; my palm cradled the massive breast.
Comfy position secured, I slowly kneaded and began healing.
Testing avatar mode today—no energy for thrusting anyway.
Break time: she straightened her clothes and stepped out.
Once she left the room, avatar mode forcibly ended.
Probably 'cause she was out of sight.
Back in my slumped body, I stretched and sat up.
Healing via boobs helped, but propping my head with cramped arms left them tingly.
Bathroom and water break—I headed out too.
Cold water compress at the sink, throat quench at the dispenser, back to class.
Shin Ayoung already seated.
I eyed her profile on the way to my spot.
Her haughty face, lips pursed tight.
Hard to reconcile with yesterday's melted, gooey expression.
And that flowing 'I love you.'
Was it real?
Her actions lately? Devoted. Passionate, even.
But if I revealed who I was?
Everything shatters, and I'm hauled to the cops. That's all that came to mind.
I shook my head, banishing dumb thoughts.
Ghost is ghost; real me is me.
Keep 'em separate.
Lately, her lovable sides kept shaking me up without realizing.
I refocused on the fresh lecture.
But soon...
'This is all stuff I already studied for the group project explanation...'
Tired body, known material.
Desk slump, avatar mode on.
Same target: tits.
Not hands this time—planted my face atop the twin hills.
Hoodie-dulled the feel, but softness was top-tier.
Rubbed my head for comfort, natural pillow vibes, eyes closed.
Opened to my face-planted self on the desk.
Avatar cut off; class ended—everyone packing bags.
Poke poke.
Shoulder nudge woke me.
Shin Ayoung poked with her pen, glanced, and left.
Not close, but groupmate courtesy to wake me.
'Does it cut if I fall asleep? She was next to me the whole time, though...'
Pondered briefly, but home rest trumped— I bailed.
On the way home.
Hated the trek for just two hours of class.
3 PM peak heat amped the misery.
Campus filling with short-sleeves and shorts; fans everywhere fending off swelter.
I stuck to shade, dodging sun.
Home soon; elevator up.
Door opened on 5th—Yoon Hye-yoon right there.
"Oh? Hi. Where you coming from?"
"Ah, hi. Had class, so school."
Eyed her outfit, kept chatting.
"Gym now? It's brutal out."
"Better than lounging—sweat it out. AC's cranked anyway."
"Whoa, dedicated. See ya."
I stepped out first; she entered after.
As doors closed, her question:
"When you coming tonight, Woojin? Dinner?"
"Ah... beat. Resting today. Tomorrow probably."
Clunk!
Mid-sentence, elevator halted, doors reopened.
She stepped out, weird expression.
"Resting? Skip once, wanna skip tomorrow, then next, then quit."
"N-no... not forever. Yesterday wrecked me... just today..."
"Weekend yesterday? What'd you do special?"
"Nothin', just stayed home..."
Can't say 'banged all day.'
Stepped on a landmine, though.
Her face darkened.
"No way. Classic quit scenario. Skip now, I call the coach."
Words done, phone out—dialed somewhere.
Rang; answered—she switched to speaker.
"Hello? Uncle, it's Hye-yoon. Woojin show today?"
"Nah? Didn't see him. Why?"
"If he's ditching 'cause tired, what? Drag him?"
"What!? Ditching? I'll nab him myself!"
"No no, hypothetical. He quitting?"
"Ha? Hypothetical? Nah, no way."
"Right? Headed to gym, popped into mind. See ya later."
"Yeah~ later."
Click.
She hung up, smug grin at me.
Gym mode turns her scary.
"Heard that? Wait while you change. I'll hold."
"Now?"
"Duh, now. We're going together."
She'd pound the door all day if I ghosted.
I imagined the hell ahead and trudged home.
I'm really beat...