Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Nursing Care
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It had only felt a bit rough before bed, but when I woke up, my entire body ached like it was killing me.
I gave up on getting out of bed and yelled loudly instead.
"Wait a minute! I've got something urgent!"
"Yes! I'll wait."
Hearing her faint reply, I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed.
The pain hit even harder the moment my feet touched the floor.
"Guhhh..."
A hideous groan escaped me before I knew it.
I turned on my phone, which I'd left on the desk before sleeping, and it was 5:10 p.m.
Looked like I'd been out for about an hour.
On my way to the front door, I glanced back at the state of my room and turned around again.
There was the Large Onahole sitting out in plain sight in the corner of the room.
I'd been too exhausted after using it last night to even think about hiding it and had just passed out.
I stashed it in my usual hiding spot for now, and just to be safe, I tucked the Small Onahole under the blanket too.
With my preparations complete, I headed back to the door.
"Coming out now."
Screeech.
I opened the door to find Yoon Hye-yoon standing there, her face slightly flushed.
She was in pants and a short-sleeved shirt, looking like she'd just stepped out and come right back.
She stared at my disheveled state, seemingly at a loss for words.
"What's up?"
I'd woken up irritated, so my tone came out sharper than intended.
Sensing my bad mood, she spoke softly in an apologetic voice.
"Um... you looked really worn out, so I got this for you."
She held out a plastic bag.
"What's this?"
"I went to the pharmacy and got some pain relief patches and sports drinks."
I peeked inside: adhesive patches and ion drinks.
I'd never dreamed she'd bring something like this, so I was genuinely touched.
"This is exactly what I needed. Thanks, I'll put it to good use."
"No, no. I kept thinking about it, so I picked it up. Sorry about earlier."
"Don't worry about it. Come on in. I need to slap on these patches and crash again."
As I moved to close the door, she hurriedly spoke up.
"Want me to help with the patches? Like... your back or places you can't reach! I give great massages too."
It felt a bit over the top, like she was throwing everything at the wall to make up for earlier, but whatever.
Turning that down would make me less than human.
"Then come on in?"
"Yes! I'll work out all the kinks for you."
She answered without a hint of hesitation now that she'd been over a few times.
She followed me through the open door, and I set the plastic bag on the desk.
"I crashed right when I got home and haven't showered. Probably smell pretty sweaty."
"Nah, it's fine! Gyms smell way worse than this. This is cute level."
She didn't deny the smell, though.
I shrugged, turned off the AC, and opened the window.
While airing out the place, I decided to shower since my body felt sticky anyway—and patches went on better clean.
"I'm feeling sticky, and I need to wash up for the patches anyway. Gonna shower quick."
"Oh, sure! Go ahead."
I rummaged through my closet for a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom.
A girl in my room while I showered... it felt oddly intimate.
Honestly, I wasn't not hoping for something, but I knew the odds were zilch, so I buried the thought deep.
Still, to avoid leaving a bad impression, I scrubbed my body extra hard.
Even used extra shampoo and actual soap.
Vrooooom!!
After showering and blow-drying my hair, I stepped out.
I'd worried a bit if she might snoop, but she was sitting primly in the desk chair.
"All done? You look way better cleaned up."
She glanced me over from head to toe.
Then she stood and pointed at the bed.
"Lie down here. I'll put on the patches."
I pushed the blanket aside and lay on the bed. A warm hand touched me over my clothes.
She gently pressed around, noting where I flinched or felt swollen.
"Does it hurt a lot here? You're twitching quite a bit..."
"There, and a bit higher. Yeah, right there—perfect."
Once she pinpointed it, she tore open a patch packet and held the square patch in her hand.
Riiip.
The thin paper peeled off, protecting the medicated adhesive, and her hand slipped inside my shirt along with it.
It brushed slowly over my skin before sticking precisely where she'd indicated.
"I'll check other spots now, so speak up if anything hurts. Don't hold back."
"Got it. Go easy, though."
Without pulling her hand out from under my shirt, she started pressing my bare skin.
Her soft touch gave me goosebumps—in a good way.
"Ngh..."
"Oops, sorry! Did that hurt? Patch here too, then."
Mid-relaxation, pain made me jerk, and soon a cool sensation as another patch went on.
We repeated the process until four patches adorned my back and waist. She gave my back a light pat.
"There, upper body's done. You can handle thighs and calves yourself, right?"
"I'm grateful just for the back. Hand me some patches?"
I sat up with the patches she'd given me and started kneading from thighs to feet.
As I recalled sore spots to patch, Yoon Hye-yoon gently grabbed my arm to stop me.
"Let me massage first, then patch? It'll work better. I loosen my own muscles a lot, so I'm confident."
"Sure, start here? Felt amazing earlier."
She smiled happily at the praise and knelt on the bed's edge, reaching for my calves.
I stayed lying down, enjoying her touch.
"Ah, right there. A little lighter..."
"This pressure good? Like so?"
Her thumbs pressing just the right sore spots were perfection.
After a long massage from bottom to top, I moved to sit up and patch myself.
But she pushed me back down.
"Just lie there. I'll do the patches too. But you gotta come workout once you're better, deal?"
"Knew you had an angle. Wasn't planning to quit anyway. I started to build stamina quick."
"Stamina for what? Pure curiosity—no ulterior motive."
It could've sounded like "What would someone like you even need stamina for?" but she clarified.
I knew better than anyone she meant no shade.
But what to say? Couldn't admit the real goal: "Longer, more frequent sex."
I fumbled after a moment's thought.
"Muscles look good, right? Plus it's healthy."
"Same as me. Started for health, but it shapes you up too—tons of perks.
So I hit it 3-4 times a week steady."
"Year and a half, you said? Impressive. I'm two weeks in and already beat."
"Went hard early on, but now it's body maintenance, so moderate. No need to bulk up huge, so take it slow."
The chat had thawed the vibe completely before I knew it.
She finished patching my thighs and sat on the bed's edge to rest.
In the quiet lull as the pain eased, drowsiness washed over me.
"I'm wiped from waking up midway earlier. You busted your ass today—thanks. You can head out now."
"I'll wait till you're asleep. Just in case you spike a fever or something."
"Ah, yeah. Cool. See ya later."
"Night."
She lifted off the bed, and I unrolled the blanket I'd balled up in the corner.
Something tumbled out with a roll roll and hit my body.
I shoved my face in: the Small Onahole I'd hastily hidden earlier.
Forgot it existed during the massage.
I glanced sideways to check on Yoon Hye-yoon.
Luckily, she was at the desk chair on her phone—out of my line of sight.
Seeing that, my dick suddenly surged to life.
No way I'd sleep through a golden setup like this, pain or no.
Pretending to adjust position, I wriggled out of my pants bit by bit.
Kept my underwear on just in case, pulling my dick out through the front hole.
Come to think of it, I'd neglected her lately with the semi-transparent mode being so good.
Shin Ayoung turned me on too, sure.
But I pictured Yoon Hye-yoon and switched the connection target.
Was about to thrust in, but remembered no foreplay.
Dry insertion wouldn't budge, so oral first.
I pulled the blanket over my face and faked steady sleeping breaths.
Then slowly brought the Onahole to my mouth, licking around the hole after about three minutes.
"Eek!"
Yoon Hye-yoon jolted with a sharp gasp.
She clapped a hand over her mouth and turned to look.
Seeing my even breaths like I was asleep, she sighed in relief and slumped over the desk.
Of course, I caught every reaction in voyeur mode.
And hearing the real-life sounds doubled the thrill.
Seeing her hand-gagged and draped over the desk, I resumed tonguing.
Slowly to stay quiet, I nibbled her plump outer labia with my lips and slipped my tongue into the tight slit.
Slightly sour from sweat, but I cleaned her thoroughly as thanks for the massage.
Whenever my tongue grazed her clit, she'd tremble and her pussy clenched.
No telling when she'd head back to her room, so I aimed to make her cum quick.
Repositioned the Onahole for easy thrusting, pressed my tongue to her clit, and slipped a finger into the spit-wet hole.
But she'd only lost her virginity recently—her insane tightness blocked even one finger.
Kept tonguing and sucking her clit until pussy juice slowly slicked things up.
Once my finger had some play, I gently circled the walls for extra stim.
Her face was blissed-out, hazy from long-denied pleasure, hand desperately muffling herself.
Weak moans still leaked.
"Haa... ah... hnng..."
Hearing her strained voice faintly spurred me faster.
Squelch squelch sounds rose, but she was too close to notice.
Her clit swelled harder, juices flooded, and she clenched around my finger as she came.
"Hngut...♡ Haaah...♡"
Yoon Hye-yoon bucked her hips through her orgasm.
After a bit, the aftershocks faded. She shook herself alert, tidied up quick, and prepped to leave.
Couldn't let her go yet.
"Ngh... um... you still there?"
"Wha—yes!? Oh, you're up?"
"Throat's dry... could you grab me some water?"