Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Home and Vigilante Member (2)
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Chae Seoah was meticulous and strict. The problem was that all of her meticulousness and strictness was being poured entirely onto me.
"How did your fridge end up with nothing in it but bean sprouts?"
"When was the last time you washed your blankets?"
"...People usually die if they live off nothing but bean sprouts and human feed."
In front of me was a properly laid-out meal. Thick pork belly and bean sprout jjim, seasoned bean sprouts, bean sprout soup...
The kimchi and instant rice were from the convenience store, so thankfully there'd been no room for bean sprouts there. I scooped up a big spoonful of rice with the plastic spoon.
"Is it tasty?"
Chae Seoah asked. She bent down to grab a side dish from the floor and stared straight at me.
To be honest, I didn't have the presence of mind to answer. It had been so long since I'd had a proper meal—it was too delicious. The unfamiliar sweetness that seeped out with every chew had me at a loss.
I wanted to shovel the rice down, but it would've been rude not to answer when the person who'd prepared it asked.
I chewed slowly and thoroughly, swallowed the rice, and forced down the corners of my mouth that kept trying to curl up.
"It's delicious!"
"Good. Eat plenty."
She still showed no expression. She ate calmly, occasionally glancing at me as if checking in.
From beyond her bowed head, she seemed to smile faintly now and then, but she continued her meal in a disciplined posture, as if taking care not to let any food drop onto her uniform.
I didn't talk much either. I was too busy just stuffing food in and chewing. Savoring the umami of the bean sprouts and the spicy, thin slices of pork belly, I ate mindlessly.
Even with Moon Hayeon's precedent, Park Jungwoo easily decided Chae Seoah was a good person.
She was famous to begin with. And a Vigilante Corps member. His simple reasoning was that she couldn't possibly harbor any shady intentions.
He was desperately denying it deep down, but the thought that someone who'd fed him a delicious meal like this for the first time in ages couldn't possibly be bad played a big part too.
With two prior examples, he'd locked the door—even the poorly functioning one—while showering. Nothing rattled or anything.
Those ordinary things were enough to make Park Jungwoo drop all his guards.
Even alone in a dark room with a woman he'd just met today, he was half-melted under the blanket in a haze of fullness and happiness. It was a truly defenseless sight; if Moon Hayeon had seen it, she would've lunged at him saying he was adorable.
"Will you really sleep like that...?"
His voice was thick with sleepiness as he asked. Chae Seoah, who had been leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, nodded at his words.
"It's fine. There's no blanket, and Oroji could barge in at any moment."
"Ah... yeah..."
He mumbled in response, his face half-buried in the blanket. He glanced up at Chae Seoah.
Streetlight filtering through the high window of the semi-basement room illuminated her. Still in her Vigilante Corps uniform, as if it were the most comfortable thing she owned, she had her legs stretched straight out in front of her with her eyes closed, resting.
To put it another way, everything under her short miniskirt was fully on display.
'Ugh...!'
Her white stockings faintly revealed the color beneath. Her plump thighs were slightly compressed by the garter belt. And between them, a faint color caught Park Jungwoo's eye.
It was only for a moment. He quickly shut his eyes and turned away, but the image burned into his mind wouldn't fade easily.
What color was it? Should he check once more? Why had she sat right there, where he'd see it the moment he turned his head—this trial? No, she was like a benefactor. He shouldn't resent her. Anyway, what color was it?
"Red..."
He muttered softly, nose and mouth buried in the blanket. In that instant, a burning heat rose from his lower belly and spread through his entire body.
It felt similar to the sensation when Moon Hayeon had squeezed him with both hands. The pleasure that spun along his spine invaded his brain in an instant. With the sudden feeling of his whole body heating up, a sound escaped his lips unbidden.
"Ng, uht, kuhp..."
He shoved his face forcibly into the blanket. A dizzy spell like the flu hit him out of nowhere. He squeezed his spinning eyes shut and, under the blanket, stuck out his tongue as he panted heavily.
"Ta, tattoo..."
He couldn't even organize his thoughts without opening his mouth. He wrung out his reasoning with his sluggish brain. This had to be because of Oroji. That woman's sticker.
But knowing that didn't let him fight off the pleasure. He gathered the blanket between his thighs as best he could and rubbed his dick over his clothes against the bunched-up cotton.
His room was small. So the idea that Chae Seoah couldn't see his actions was nothing but his foolish wishful thinking.
Suddenly, darkness fell before his eyes, and Park Jungwoo turned his head upward. At some point, Chae Seoah had moved to stand beside him and was looking down at him with an impassive face.
"You seem to be in a lot of pain. Is it the tattoo?"
Her pink eyes looked down at him. There was no cuteness like with Moon Hayeon, no mocking glint like with Oroji.
Her gaze was businesslike and calmly sunken. Expressionless, she squatted down. Unconsciously, Park Jungwoo's eyes went to her thighs, slightly spread by the pressure on her calves.
Chae Seoah's eyes followed his gaze. She stared at her own thigh for a moment before letting out a small sigh.
"If Park Jungwoo can't escape properly when the time comes, our entire plan goes up in smoke."
Her hand touched the blanket. Because the blanket had rolled between his legs, his ass was half exposed, and he looked up at her with a blank expression.
"Huh? Wh-what do you..."
"We should prepare everything we can."
"N-no, I mean. I don't understand what you're saying. Me."
It was a fairly forceful tone. She spoke as if pressing down hard on the ends of her sentences. Then she grabbed the blanket with both hands.
While Park Jungwoo stammered incoherently, Chae Seoah gripped the blanket tight and yanked it upward. The thick, out-of-season cotton blanket slid up, revealing Park Jungwoo's pajamas.
A thin white t-shirt. Plaid shorts. She stared at the thick bulge in his crotch and suddenly furrowed her brow.
Her gloved hand slowly approached between his legs. As her fingertips neared his clothes, Park Jungwoo practically shrieked.
"W-wait a second! No need, it's fine!"
Chae Seoah's face, which had been turned toward his lower half, slowly moved. She met his eyes and let out another small sigh.
There was no emotion on her face. As if she'd deliberately hardened her expression. Completely oblivious to it, Park Jungwoo just trembled and looked up at her, unable to comprehend.
She slowly clenched and unclenched her white-gloved hand, then muttered in a small voice.
"...Right. You said they did it by hand at the bank. I almost touched your trauma."
Her hand slipped gently under the back of the lying Park Jungwoo. Slowly, like soothing a child, she used her arm strength to sit him up.
Once seated, he blankly stared at Chae Seoah, snapping to awareness over and over. The heat rising from the tattoo was growing more intense.
At this rate, he might really lose his reason. He jumped up from his spot in a panic.
"I-I'm sorry for startling you... I'll handle it alone. Just go ahead and sleep."
Even as he stammered hurriedly, Park Jungwoo's gaze steadily brushed over Chae Seoah's thighs. He bit his lip in fluster and stuttered several more times.
Chae Seoah, who had been quietly looking up at him, slowly stood. Legs together, at attention. She stared straight at him.
"There's no need for that. It's better to finish it quickly and sleep comfortably than let it drag on."
Park Jungwoo looked up at her with an expression like he was about to cry. Chae Seoah's hand—a full handspan taller than his—moved languidly.
As if putting on a show for Park Jungwoo. She lightly shook both hands by the side of her face, within his line of sight. Then slowly crossed the air downward.
Her hands rose to her tightly pressed thighs without a gap. Following her fingertips, the flesh bulged convexly over the white stockings.
Gradually, endlessly slowly. Her index and middle fingers between her thighs parted the flesh.
"You've been staring at it nonstop since earlier..."
A small gap formed between her clinging thighs. Her plump thighs stuck together without a seam, and under the dim light, a black line was visible between the white flesh.
The slightly pulled stockings thinned, revealing the pale flesh beneath. As if teasing, her middle finger stroked up the opened gap.
"How is it...?"
The tail end of her speech, always clipped so rigidly, drew out just a little. No emotion could be read in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth—which had always seemed stubbornly pursed—were oddly upturned.
Feeling the limit of his endurance, Park Jungwoo followed the burning urge rising from his lower belly and lunged toward Chae Seoah.