Chapter 10: This Isn't Bad Either
Chae-ah kept grilling me like this was her golden opportunity.
She poked my shoulder with a sly grin, firing off questions about what I'd meant by "no" and what I was thinking.
To escape this unfavorable situation, I needed a special countermeasure.
Something to shift the momentum and capture Chae-ah's attention.
"Want me to tell you more about adult toys?"
After some thought, my countermeasure was to explain adult toys.
Even if Chae-ah used them often and had some knowledge, her expertise was surely shallower than mine.
"Yeah! I'm curious. I actually don't even know what this one is."
"This is called an Aneros."
"Aneros?"
"Yeah. If you press this button on the back..."
I pressed the button on the back of the Aneros, and it started vibrating.
I explained that pressing the button a few times adjusted the intensity.
"When you insert this into your anus, it stimulates the PC muscle through the perineum, the anal mucosa, and the pudendal nerve."
"So it's not direct stimulation."
"Right. That's called a dry orgasm."
"But what's the PC muscle?"
Since she had more questions, I grabbed my tablet and launched into a proper explanation.
"PC muscle is short for pubococcygeus muscle."
"Pubo-what?"
"Simply put, for women, it's the vaginal muscle."
"Ah, so it stimulates the vaginal muscles with vibrations too."
"Yep, exactly. Anything else you're curious about?"
"I know about the rest, but I'm wondering if the G-Spot really exists."
It was something even my past self had wondered about, so explaining it was no trouble.
People's curiosities are all the same, I thought.
"It's been a hotly debated topic for ages."
"Really?"
"Yeah, the medical and scientific communities argued for years about whether it exists."
"Wow, that's fascinating."
"To cut to the chase, recent consensus leans toward yes, it does."
"I knew it! I thought there had to be a spot that feels that good."
To help Chae-ah understand better, I searched the internet for a diagram of female vaginal anatomy and showed her the image.
"The G-Spot isn't a single spot—it's a complex nerve network connecting the clitoris, urethra, and vagina."
"Nerve network?"
"Yeah, think of it as a system in the body."
I swiped to the next image with my finger.
This one showed a cross-section of the vagina.
"It's located on the front wall, about 3 to 5 cm inside from the entrance. Of course, it varies by person."
"When I masturbate with my fingers, there's this one rough-feeling spot— is that it?"
"Yep. There's individual variation, and since it's defined as a body system, it's still not definitively proven to exist in everyone."
Once I'd finished explaining the G-Spot, Chae-ah clapped in admiration.
Her reaction made me sheepishly scratch the back of my head.
It was the first time I'd ever explained all the knowledge I'd accumulated to someone so thoroughly.
"Unni, you could be a teacher."
"Nah, not that good."
"You explain so well. It all clicks perfectly."
"Thanks for saying that."
I'd started the explanation just to change the subject, but somehow I'd ended up giving a full lecture with rapt attention.
Getting positive feedback from my "student" made me embarrassed but smiling.
"That was fun. Best lecture ever, Professor."
She bowed her head in satisfaction with my lecture, and I couldn't help feeling a swell of pride.
"Alright, alright. Ask me anything you're curious about from now on."
"Yesss~"
Chae-ah beamed innocently, then casually flopped face-down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow I'd been using.
"Pffft... Unni smells so good."
"Hey, don't sniff it."
"Sniff sniff... Hehe~"
"I think I've let a pretty dangerous person into my home."
"Unni, if you have any you don't use, can I take one? Oh, even better if it's one you've used."
I smacked her butt, meaning that doesn't make any sense.
"Hyaaang♥"
"Why are you moaning...?"
"Aang, you said it yourself—when Unni spanks my butt, I moan."
Comparing her sleepy morning self to now, the difference was stark.
That pure yet lewd vibe reminded me of last night.
Maybe she hadn't been faking being drunk when she pounced on me.
And her morning amnesia was acting too.
"Unni, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
But I hesitated to ask.
The face she'd made, clinging to me and begging to pretend it never happened, had been full of genuine emotion.
"I'll give you a few. I got some in a shipment—still unopened."
"Yes, Unni."
"What do you want?"
At that, Chae-ah sprang up and peered over my back to check things out closely.
She looked just like a kid picking toys in the toy aisle, and I let out a small chuckle.
"Hmm, the Womanizer first. And... the Fairy too. Mine are old, and the battery doesn't last."
"Wireless?"
"Yeah, I got wireless 'cause wired seemed inconvenient."
"Wired ones have long cords, so no real restrictions. I'll give you a wired one."
After handing over the adult toys Chae-ah wanted, she said she wanted to see the loft, so we climbed the stairs.
Truth be told, the loft wasn't anything special.
It was just used as storage, after all.
"Whoa... I have a total romance for lofts."
"A loft? Nothing there. It's either storage or just dust central."
"Ugh... It's my romance, Unni!"
She pouted, gazing at me intently, as if telling me not to shatter her dreams.
I envied her age, having fantasies like that.
I used to be like that too.
"You can see everything from up here, huh?"
"Yeah, when I first moved in, I'd hang out here looking down."
"If I lived here with Unni, I'd wanna do the loft-calling thing."
"That won't happen. Dream on."
"Why not? Dreaming's free. And the future's unpredictable."
Her words carried a certainty that I'd come around.
Dismissing it as youthful confidence, I patted her shoulder.
"Want something to drink?"
"Sure!"
That was when we came back down and I opened the fridge.
"Waaah!"
"Whoa, you scared me..."
She suddenly yelled, then gushed over the fridge's contents.
"What's up?"
"Dubai Chewy Cookies! Why are there so many?!"
"Huh? Oh, these?"
What had Chae-ah freaking out over was the Dubai Chewy Cookies in the fridge.
"You can barely snag these even lining up at opening, and you have tons."
"My aunt runs a cafe and sells them. She brought them over."
"Lucky. I've only had them once or twice. They're pricey and hard to get."
"Want some to take? They're tasty, but too sweet—I can't eat more than one."
At that moment, Chae-ah grabbed both my hands tight, staring up with huge expectant eyes.
And not just that.
She opened her mouth wide, making a "Hee-ya!" sound, eyes sparkling.
"For realzies?"
"Yeah, for real."
Chae-ah started jumping up and down right there, spouting embarrassing lines.
"Our boss is an angel! A goddess! I'll work my butt off for you!"
"Pfft! What're you saying? It's just dessert."
"But it's Dubai Chewy Cookies! And so many!"
I handed her a few, and she whipped out her phone to snap photos.
Then she posted to SNS, bragging about scoring so many.
"Come to think of it, you have a ton of Insta posts?"
"Yeah! Twitter's my illustrator account, Insta's my daily life one."
"You keep them separate, huh."
"Huh, you checked my Insta?!"
Why was she sparkling over that again?
"Got curious."
"Gotta post more now."
"You seem to love clothes."
"Totally. All my freelance cash goes to clothes and adult toys—that's why I got none saved. Hehe."
I almost said it wasn't something to brag about, but considering her age of 21, it seemed perfectly normal.
She could still afford to be like that.
"Unni, let's take a pic together."
"Suddenly?"
"Quick!"
Chae-ah hooked her arm through mine and pressed her shoulder against me.
"Okay, say cheese~!"
Not used to photos, my face stiffened the moment I saw the camera.
Then Chae-ah entered my view.
She threw up a V over my shoulder with one eye winked.
Posting her own pics on SNS so often, her expression was totally natural.
"Pfft."
-Click!
As I smiled faintly at that, our photo was snapped.
"Whoa, so pretty! Unni, you look great."
"Do I?"
"Unni looks totally different without makeup—like way younger."
"That much?"
"Yeah, super young."
I tried to brush off the flattery, but my lips kept curving up.
Before I knew it, I was smiling back at Chae-ah.
"Huh? Unni's smiling again. You like hearing you're young, huh?"
"No."
"Liar. You love it."
"I said no."
It was annoying in several ways, but the sudden liveliness in my days didn't feel entirely negative.
Maybe it was alright, in its own way.