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Whrrrr—

The sound of the washing machine spinning echoed beside her.

There, standing in the cramped space, was Yozora—wearing an oversized men’s T-shirt.

She looked dazed.

She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she just… was.

Had everything that just happened been nothing more than an alcohol-induced illusion?

Or maybe, given the slight gaps in her memory, had she really ended up riding Seo Woojin to the very end?

As these thoughts swirled violently in her mind—

Yozora tugged at the collar of the T-shirt she wore and lifted it slightly.

Whrrrr—

Listening to the washing machine hum, she buried her nose in the fabric.

An unfamiliar scent of fabric softener.

Apple-flavored…? No. The more she sniffed, maybe it was just detergent.

Sniffing deeper, she could almost swear she caught traces of Seo Woojin’s scent clinging to it.

Sniffing even deeper, it almost felt like the lingering musk of the cum she had greedily swallowed earlier subtly mingled with it.

The more she inhaled—

The more her mind grew fuzzy.

…Almost like she was happy.

Mmm.

“Pfhaaah…”

She exhaled deeply, letting out a slow, shaky breath before wobbling toward the bed.

A bed with its sheets still messily undone.

Wearing nothing but Seo Woojin’s T-shirt and a thin pair of panties, Yozora collapsed onto it with a soft thud.

“Hehe…”

A tiny laugh escaped as she rolled around on the mattress.

“Hihihi…”

Even as she hugged the blanket tightly, muffled giggles still slipped out.

“Kyaaah!”

She kicked her legs against the bed, feet drumming lightly against the sheets while twisting her entire body in delight.

Not satisfied, she rolled around even more until her long hair became a complete mess—

And finally, under the glow of the mood light, she picked up the phone she had left there earlier and stared intently at the screen.

Seo Woojin.

Their previously empty chat room…

…Was now filled to the brim with new photos.

“…….”

A vulgar picture that even she could admit screamed “trashy”—her ample breasts centered in frame, gripped tightly by a single, large male hand.

A thick, slightly curved cock slipping effortlessly between those same breasts, its tip drooling strands of thick, jelly-like cum.

A picture of her—looking a little dumb—catching every last drop in her mouth… sticking out her tongue like a submissive pet waiting for inspection.

Another shot where a long streak of cum had splattered across her face, forcing her to scrunch one eye shut while glaring murderously at the camera.

“…….”

…Truthfully, some of them were slightly out of focus, making it a little tricky to recognize Yozora right away.

Thirty such photos in total.

Flipping through them one by one, pinching her own nipples between her fingertips—

“Hghheheh…”

Making up for all the giggles she hadn’t let herself release back then.

Freely now.

“…Wish he was here…”

She plastered on the happiest smile she could muster.

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39

Nearly an hour had passed since I left the window wide open.

After finishing up in the bathroom, I lazily dried myself off and finally moved to shut it.

Winter ventilation always turned out to be more of a hassle than expected.

Not that other seasons were much easier.

With spring came pollen.

Summer brought swarms of mosquitoes.

And autumn…

Well, autumn was probably the most tolerable—aside from the occasional chill.

Anyway.

After throwing on some clothes, I idly stared at my phone, specifically at the chat saved under “[Crazy Bitch]”.

No ordinary conversation had taken place.

Just a flood of slightly blurred photos—most obscured by the shadow of a man’s body hovering over her stomach.

The clearest things recognizable in the shots were:

—Pale, plump breasts.

—Jet-black hair.

—Sticky streaks of cum dribbling down the woman’s face.

—And a cock twitching impatiently, unsatisfied after just one round.

Glaring at the camera lens with crimson eyes that screamed I want to tear you apart right now.

That was about it.

Instead of just staring, she could’ve snatched my phone and deleted the photos.

But no—she just babbled nonsense about backups and cloud storage and passwords while trembling like crazy.

The memory made me smile.

Backups? Please. The only copies were right here on my phone.

Wonder what she’d have done if I told her that straight up.

…Probably would’ve screeched “Stop lying!”, huh?

Briefly, I entertained thoughts of messing with Yozora some more—

Before noticing the tiny “1” in the corner of the chat had vanished…

And was promptly replaced by an unfamiliar emoji.

Wait—not an emoji.

Because it was pinned to the top of my notifications panel.

Meaning…

A KakaoTalk alert.

…Except.

Why was this even here?

Personal message? No way. Reasons are classified.

Group chat? Same. Also classified.

Utility bills? Already disabled those notifications. (Not me—past me did.)

Only possible suspect: Principal Seok Jae-hwa—

But someone his age would call, not text.

Maybe just a misread notification?

Dragging down the top panel confirmed the truth immediately.

Lee Ha-yoon.

—Are you gaming?

A completely random question from Lee Ha-yoon.

Pretty sure I’d mentioned before that I wasn’t into games.

So why ask now?

Then again…

The alert showed three unread messages.

Meaning this nonsense question might be one of three.

Frowning slightly, I tapped the notification.

—What are you up to? (8:56 PM)

—Got any favorite foods? (9:07 PM)

—Are you gaming? (9:09 PM)

Exactly three messages.

But all three questions were completely different.

What was she fishing for?

Answer the first? The second? The last?

…No idea, but I went with the most recent one anyway.

—No. Wasn’t gaming—just caught up with something and saw this late.

Keeping it short, I walked toward my bed and plugged my phone in.

The second it connected, the device vibrated lightly.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

—Something?? What kept you busy past midnight??

I rode around with a realtor looking at a new place to live,

then played sadistic dom with masochist Yozora for a while.

Explaining the former required effort.

Explaining the latter wasn’t happening.

And making up a lie from scratch just felt exhausting.

…No choice.

—Was checking out a new place to live.

I replied while flopping onto the bed.

Didn’t like the current place.

Commute sucked.

Had spare cash lying around.

That should cover it.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

—And you couldn’t check your phone even once while doing that?

Except instead of questioning my reason for moving…

She zeroed in on that.

…Well, she wasn’t wrong.

This was troublesome.

Maybe saying “Yeah, was gaming” would’ve been easier?

Just as I sighed, a flurry of messages popped up.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

—Anyway, got any favorite foods?

—Chicken? Pork?

—You’re not vegan or anything, right?

Same as her second question before.

No real reason to hide that… Probably fine to answer honestly.

—Anything’s fine as long as it’s not just raw veggies.

—Even salads are fine if they’ve got stuff like grilled chicken in them.

—Both chicken and pork work.

—Ahaha…

—Why’d you ask?

Ha-yoon went silent for a while.

Not that she hadn’t read my replies—the “1” read receipt never popped up.

Weird.

But really, asking about food preferences only meant one thing.

So there wouldn’t be issues later when eating together.

Like those couples fighting on the street earlier—avoiding that, right?

…Well, maybe something came up.

Just as I pulled the thick blanket over myself—

The chat screen scrolled up slightly.

—I’ll tell you tomorrow!

—Wait, are you off this Saturday? Or…?

“…So.”

“Yeah.”

“This is why you were asking?”

“Yeah!”

Lunch break.

Lee Ha-yoon—slumped over with an empty bag hanging off her shoulder—nodded enthusiastically.

And between her and me sat—

“You said you hated veggies, so I packed mostly meat.”

“…….”

An impossibly stacked four-layer lunchbox.

Undoubtedly made by her own hands.

“This layer’s rice, this one’s meat dishes, here’s side dishes like rolled omelet… and this last one’s dessert. Wanted to add cherry tomatoes from home but wasn’t sure if you’d like them, so instead I packed bacon, some tofu wraps…”

“…….”

As Ha-yoon enthusiastically detailed each section, I spotted a tiny “Yi Ji-yoon” scribbled on the side of the box.

Maybe leftover from exams or something. Too bad I’d never stepped foot in a testing hall myself.

Though honestly, who even writes their name on lunchboxes anymore?

“…Thank you. Didn’t have to go this far though.”

“Nah, nah. I’m eating too.”

“There’s a cafeteria here.”

“Cafeteria’s expensive.”

“Expensive? It’s barely over 7,000 won.”

“But this cost maybe 4,000?”

“……?”

So what exactly was the logic behind delivery food pricing then?

Had inflation secretly reversed without me noticing?

I wondered briefly just how much an onigiri cost these days—

When suddenly, something bright red lunged into my vision. Chomp.

Ah—a cocktail wiener.

“Say ah~”

“…….”

And beyond it—

Ha-yoon, staring at me expectantly like I was some kid needing to be fed.

“C’mon. Say ah~”

“…….”

Now I got it.

The same girl who’d yanked my hair like a leash and fucked herself senseless on me last night—

Why she’d suddenly shown up with a cutesy lunchbox in the nurse’s office.

……Maybe I’ll humor her a bit.

“How is it? Tasty?”

“…Perfectly cooked.”

“Yeah? Thank god. I kinda made it how I figured you’d like it… Used the leftovers from this morning’s side dishes too.”

“Ah.”

Tastes like every other wiener.

But saying that felt too cruel, so I half-heartedly praised her and accepted the spoon she handed over.

Given Ha-yoon’s sensitivity leaned heavily toward deep penetration—

No matter how much she tried romantic positions,

Or took charge like some experienced older woman,

Nothing would ever feel better for her than surrendering completely—letting a man ruin her like a beast.

…She’d figure that out soon enough anyway.

Following Ha-yoon’s lead, I picked up a piece of rolled omelet and stuffed it in my mouth.

“Oh, right.”

“…?”

“Ji-yoon-ah. You said your head’s been hurting again lately…”

“…….”

“So, uh… could you maybe… help me again?”

“Since you fit my type exactly, I was wondering…”

“Sorry. I have a boyfriend.”

“Ah. Got it.”

Ji-yoon answered bluntly without even straightening her posture, diligently wiping coffee stains off the table.

Everyone had perfectly functioning fingers, so why did someone spill their drink at least once a day?

If you suck at holding cups, just use a damn straw.

You doing this on purpose? Trying to piss off workers?

Swear to god, I’d murder them if I coul—

After finishing the mop-up job with stiff, overworked motions, she stood up straight and pressed fingers into her temples.

Her head hurt.

At least the usual troublemakers were fewer today.

Sure, annoying incidents stacked up nonstop from opening till mid-shift,

But now it was almost 5 PM.

Just a little longer—

Soon, the closing shift would take over…

Just tough it out…

Chat a bit, relax, clock-out and—

Ding-dong.

Just as she thought about resting, the bell chimed from the first floor.

Suppressing a groan, Ji-yoon set the cleaning rag aside and headed downstairs.

And then—locked eyes.

“Oh. Long time no see.”

“…? …Yeah. Long time… Wait, how’d you even get here?”

“Noona Ha-yoon told me you work here.”

“Ah…”

“Uh… Should I order something first? If I’m gonna hang around?”

Seo Woojin.

Her sister’s boyfriend.