episode_0542

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After leaving the conversation between Father and Seo Woojin behind.

Once I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, the living room had returned to its usual state.

At most, the sound of the TV faintly trickled out—a scene devoid of any real conversation.

If I had to describe it, it felt somewhat lonely, but that’s just how living rooms are.

For a family to gather around a single TV, huddled together, you’d have to go back to a time before smartphones existed.

By now, I’ve grown quite accustomed to this kind of scenery.

But among it all, there was one thing different from usual—Seo Woojin’s presence.

Normally, Mom would be sitting there, watching dramas or variety shows (Father, who only watches the news, Go, and baseball in the bedroom, apparently got tired of fighting over the remote). But today, Seo Woojin had taken that spot, comfortably leaning against the sofa.

Loudly… or so you could say.

Even though I deliberately made noise opening the bathroom door, he didn’t so much as glance my way.

Since my parents’ room and mine are on opposite sides of the living room, even Seo Woojin should’ve been able to figure out who had just come out of the bathroom.

But if he still wasn’t looking, it was either because he genuinely didn’t hear—

Or, more likely, he was doing it on purpose.

Pay attention to me. On purpose.

I stared blankly at his profile as I walked over.

“Seo Woojin-ssi.”

When I called his name, his gaze, which had been fixed on the TV, finally turned toward me.

Earlier, when he was talking to Father, his voice had been thick with drunkenness…

But the Seo Woojin in front of me now was just his usual, well-dressed self.

Meeting his eyes, which seemed to ask, Why’d you call me?—I fidgeted with the damp towel in my hands before sitting down beside him.

As a side note, he, like Father, had the boring news playing.

“…What were you talking about with Father earlier?”

“You saw?”

“I was on my way to wash up and happened to catch a glimpse.”

Truthfully, I had a rough idea. He was putting on an act—something about being the tragic male lead hopelessly in love with me… or whatever.

But when I feigned ignorance and asked, Seo Woojin answered nonchalantly.

“Trying to score points with your dad. Said some nice things.”

“…Ah. I see.”

‘Please think of me as just Seol Dabin’s fan… If I ever have free time, I’ll make sure to give him health check-ups…’ Something like that?”

“…And once you’ve scored those points, what do you plan to do with them?”

“Well, they’ll come in handy somehow.”

“……”

Then, with a sidelong glance—since we were at home—he eyed my lighter-than-usual outfit.

Even without an explanation, I knew exactly what that look meant, and what I had to do in response.

…Since my parents might see, let’s not push it here.

I pointed firmly toward the bedroom, then stuck my index and middle fingers in a V-shape right in front of his eyes.

Seo Woojin laughed as if it were ridiculous, then, with an “Ah, right—”, he fumbled his hand toward my side.

“This blanket—your mom brought it. Said to use it later when you sleep. There’s a pillow too.”

“By the way, why do you keep calling her ‘Mother’ without permission?”

“No deep reason. It just sounds better than ‘Auntie.’”

“……”

Well, given his position as a teacher, that title did seem more fitting.

For a brief moment, I felt awkward for nitpicking.

As I twirled the ends of my hair around my finger, Seo Woojin handed me the edge of the blanket.

What? Did he want to share it?

Even if we covered ourselves while sitting, it’d only reach our shoulders or knees at best.

I gave him a puzzled look, but unfortunately, I couldn’t read anything from him.

Either bat it away like “What are you doing?” or nervously accept it, worrying if my parents might see.

I had to choose one.

“……”

But the bedroom door was firmly shut.

And there was no need to make a fuss over something so trivial.

So.

“…You want me to cover up?”

Instead of heading back to my room now that we were done, I obediently took the blanket and draped it over my lap. Seo Woojin, who had done the same, picked up the remote and spoke.

“You looked cold. Your legs.”

Looked cold?

Stunned by the sudden remark, I slowly became aware of my lower half—and finally understood what he meant.

…My pants were so short they barely covered my thighs. That’s what he was talking about.

Earlier, Baek Jihos mom had asked if I wasn’t cold, too…

…

…Hm.

“You’re so nosy. People might mistake you for my boyfriend.”

“I touched you earlier, and you were cold. Except for the inside of your thighs—those were warm.”

“……”

“Anyway, is there anything worth watching…?”

When he was groping me under the table, enjoying my reactions, he had no problem with it. But now, because I felt cold, he’s covering me with a blanket?

It was such a Seo Woojin kind of kindness—infuriating—but I didn’t press further.

First, because if I engaged with this pervert any longer, I might raise my voice without realizing it.

Second… because…

Back at the entrance, when he asked if I’d deliberately worn dolphin shorts for him, I played dumb.

……He didn’t seem entirely sure whether I’d actually dug them out from the back of my closet just to turn him on.

It was better if he never figured it out.

“Is there anything good on TV these days? When I was younger, there used to be all sorts of things.”

“…How would I know? I only watch my phone.”

“Hmm.”

Still, having something covering me did feel warmer.

As I sat there with that sullen thought, the TV screen kept changing.

One channel was the news.

I didn’t care, but since Seo Woojin changed it, I stayed quiet.

One was a drama.

From what I could tell, an actress was harshly scolding someone who seemed subordinate.

I had no idea what was going on, so I wasn’t interested—and neither was Seo Woojin, since he changed it after a brief glance.

One was a variety show.

And again, he changed the channel.

Eventually, after clicking through several, it landed back on the news.

Seo Woojin let out a quiet sigh, so I cautiously spoke up.

“You were watching the news earlier too. Why the sigh?”

“It’s not like I’m watching because it’s fun.”

“Then why watch it at all?”

“A drunk taking up the sofa, giggling in front of the TV, would be a bit much. But if I just lay around doing nothing, I might doze off. So I settled for the news.”

“…Huh…”

Now that I thought about it, this idiot.

Today, he came here to…, ……have sex with me in my room again.

Pathetic superiority, conquest, and a sense of betrayal.

…Pure pleasure.

That’s all he was after.

“…What time were you planning to do it today? …That, ……sex.”

“Around the same as last time. When your parents are asleep.”

“It’s not even 10 PM yet… That’s still a long way off.”

“Guess we’ll have to wait, then.”

“……”

And since there was still so much time left—

A thought suddenly crossed my mind.

Seo Woojin had once confided in me, saying he was worried because he wanted to have sex… too often and too much, right…?

And in reality…, ……whether it was with Hayun at the pension or with me, he did go at it like crazy.

For him, waiting like this must be torture.

Compared to a quick session at dawn…, …it probably wasn’t enough.

“……”

“……”

Assuming Baek Jiho really stayed awake until dawn waiting—

Rather than me being completely unraveled by pleasure, whimpering helplessly—

It’d be better for everyone if I could maintain some control.

As for any other reason—

There wasn’t one.

So.

“……”

“……”

Just a little.

Barely enough to slightly crumple the blanket we were sharing—

I leaned in, then tapped Seo Woojin’s body with the tip of my index finger.

“…Hey, Seo Woojin-ssi.”

“What?”

Should I say it?

Should I swallow it down and go back to my room now?

What if my parents suddenly walk out of their room?

If they see this ambiguous distance between us, what would they think?

…Would Baek Jiho overhear our conversation?

Lost in thought, I spoke.

“Earlier, when the four of us were eating together… …Um…”

“……”

“When I… touched you over your pants… …Did you not like it?”

“Touched… Ah, that.”

“……Usually, you get hard even if I don’t touch you, but back then, you didn’t seem to…”

If Baek Jiho heard this conversation with Seo Woojin—

Would she really hate it?

I wondered.

“I was holding back because I was sad. If something came up and I had to get up, and my dick was swollen with blood… That’d be really bad.”

“…So, you did like it…? ……My hand?”

“Yeah.”

“……”

Seeing him nod without any further explanation, I figured it really had been fine.

It wasn’t happy, but it was bearable.

Since I still vaguely remembered how I’d touched him during dinner, this meant I could roughly do the same again, right?

…So then.

“In that case, um…”

“……”

“…Should I… use my hand now…?”

“……”

“If we do it under the blanket… we can hide it…”

So it doesn’t reach my parents’ tightly shut bedroom door.

In a whisper.

Just enough to brush against Seo Woojin’s ear.

“…I-I’m not saying I want to, but you mentioned before that your sex drive was too high and it was a problem…”

“……”

“…Waiting until dawn would be hard, and you’d just use my body roughly then anyway…”

“……”

Back during dinner, just a little thigh touch had your dick twitching and my panties soaked—

Here.

“…Should I?”

As if offering kindness.