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Episode 73: Because I Still Love You

Feeling awkward was truly uncomfortable.

From the very meaning of the words, it was an uneasy state to be in, so it was only natural, but still.

Even if it meant gaining points.

The fact that the person I’ve been with the longest at school was there like that…

“What are you doing?”

“Uh, let’s, let’s go together…”

“Are you suggesting we grab a meal?”

“Yeah…”

Stuttering as if malfunctioning, it was our lovely girlfriend, Jung Ayeong.

Just saying, “Let’s go eat,” would have sufficed.

But she was struggling to ask like that.

Well… considering what had happened.

I understand, but it’s frustrating being in this position of spending time together.

“Let’s go.”

“Yeah.”

Frustrating to the point of seriousness!

Even though I wanted to ease her awkwardness, isn’t the human heart a complex thing?

Even though I gained points, I still felt like I was being dragged along.

It’s strange how things can suddenly change to “It’s okay!” overnight.

That’s why.

In small, slow steps.

We had no choice but to move forward.

It didn’t take long to reach the cafeteria.

It was a familiar path.

I picked up a tray along the not-so-crowded line.

I’m not a kid anymore, and the time of being driven by appetite has passed.

People were leisurely eating their meals.

There were plenty of seats to begin with, so there was no need to rush.

“Should we sit here?”

“Do whatever you want… I don’t mind.”

“Let’s sit.”

We sat facing each other in a quiet corner.

Tray and utensils.

The menu was ordinary.

Stir-fried kimchi, pork cutlet, assorted side dishes.

If you don’t speak first, you end up staring at each other for a while.

Looking at Jung Ayeong fidgeting more than when we first met.

Eventually, I had to extend the hand of reconciliation.

While we were in the middle of eating.

I casually placed a thick pork cutlet on Jung Ayeong’s plate.

“Huh…?”

“Eat a lot.”

“Uh… okay.”

A moment of silence.

Jung Ayeong’s voice was trembling.

Her head was bowed even more than usual.

Taking a spoonful of rice and pork cutlet into her mouth.

Her shoulders began to tremble more and more.

“Take your time, chew slowly…”

“Uh, okay…”

Tears welled up in her eyes.

I should pat her on the head.

Whether she felt warmth.

Or if suppressed emotions were bursting out.

The frequency of her shoulders trembling gradually decreased.

Yes, yes.

I gently stroked her head without saying a word.

Hoping she would feel a little more at ease.

That night.

After dinner, Jung Ayeong threw herself onto the bed.

Deep, even breathing.

Every time I recalled her figure flickering on the bed.

My heart kept pounding, and my breathing quickened.

“Oh… Jung Ayeong… this girl…”

She blamed herself.

Why am I like this?

I feel like I’m going crazy.

She didn’t know herself.

Jung Ayeong fell into despair, stroking her head with her own hand.

A corner of her heart was itching with frustration.

Thump, thump.

But fundamentally, it wasn’t a bad feeling.

It was a sweet, tingling sensation, desire.

“Ah…”

Sticky breath flowed out.

Her hand involuntarily moved towards the important area between her legs.

The figure moving in her mind was her boyfriend.

However.

“Ahh!”

She yelled nervously.

Feeling embarrassed,

and filled with regret in her voice.

“Why, why, why am I thinking about that…”

Jung Ayeong hit her head with her hand.

She should just imagine her boyfriend.

She should just remember the memories rolling on the bed.

But an unrelated scene came to mind.

It was the past that Han Se-in had whispered to her.

That’s right. It was the image of him being teased by Kang Hyeon.

Although her words were full of self-blame and regret.

Sticky liquid was flowing down from Jung Ayeong’s private parts.

Just imagining a boyfriend.

His own man being touched by Kang Hyun-ah… teased.

“Ha…”

In the end.

Imagining whimpering at a woman like that.

“Uh…!”

His hand moved involuntarily.

Rubbing the clitoris, teasing the clit.

Imagining as desire leads.

He could reach climax in an instant.

“Ha, ha…”

Idiot.

Jung Ah-young, you idiot.

“Uh, ha, ha…”

Hopeless.

Again, again… masturbating while imagining his boyfriend being teased.

Time passed.

Today was Monday.

When he sleeps and wakes up, it will be Tuesday.

Then Wednesday.

Then Thursday.

And…

“Ahh…”

A light climax.

Not even touching the clitoris with his fingers.

His hand was out of his panties.

Enjoying the afterglow of the climax.

But, he climaxed again.

Even though he didn’t touch it, the honey leaked from there soaked his panties.

Gone.

This Friday.

Thinking of being teased by Kang Hyun-ah again.

Blaming himself for being powerless, not even thinking of a way to stop it.

She didn’t stop her strange imagination.

And the desire to face such imagination gradually grew.

Even if she crumbles.

Falling to the bottom, she could face the intact wall.

Tuesday evening.

So. It was a special day that ended a little early, even though it wasn’t quitting time.

“Go eat first since you’re going to the hospital.”

“Be careful, sis.”

A fluttering heart.

A simple word made her smile.

She worried and worried.

Han Se-yeon was thinking about repaying the debt for the time and money wasted on going to the hospital.

But.

“Uh…”

The wrist that was uncomfortable and cautious until now.

It was fine.

She knew better than anyone that her wrist had improved.

That’s why she didn’t know why her hands were shaking on the way to the hospital.

If.

Just if.

…No.

“Han Se-yeon.”

“Oh, yes.”

It was a familiar orthopedic clinic.

She had surgery at the university hospital.

And was being treated at this hospital.

Han Se-yeon entered the examination room.

Just as she was about to greet.

“Patient, sit down quickly.”

“Hello… Oh, yes.”

The doctor’s eyes sparkled.

Like a desperate dog even before sitting down.

He exuded an urgent atmosphere as if he would get up and run right away.

“Patient, look here…”

“Huh?”

He took an X-ray.

Han Se-yeon’s voice of admiration flowed from her mouth.

Over the years.

She had looked at her wrist several times.

She could tell how it had changed compared to before.

And.

The doctor’s explanation that fulfilled her hopes continued.

“It’s a miracle. This is… practically healed.”

“T-then…”

“It’s amazing. It used to be like having a bomb around your neck.”

Every day was despair.

If her wrist was ruined.

If she lost a hand.

She worried about how she would make a living.

“A miracle… that’s all.”

“Is it really, really true, doctor…?”

“Do you see it here?”

“Yes.”

“This part couldn’t recover originally… but practically.”

“Please continue.”

“Back to the state before the injury. So, it’s like an ordinary person’s wrist.”

“Oh…”

Han Se-yeon sighed.

Her eyes gradually lowered.

She sat in the chair and looked at her wrist on her knee.

Dizzy?

Honestly, she didn’t know.

Why did this happen?

Why did this miracle come to her?

She didn’t know.

-Thump, thump.

Hope kept flickering.

Boxing? Beyond that, into martial arts.

I recalled the champion I dreamed of when I was young.

A dream forcibly folded.

It’s no longer the same now.

“Thank you.”

“Is it okay for you to move?”

“Yes… It doesn’t hurt. And the range of motion… is fine.”

“I saw you at the academy… Time has passed, and it makes me tear up.”

The doctor who knew her situation.

An elderly woman with tears in her eyes at the sight of her dusty work clothes.

“Hurry and go. I’ll wait for my sister.”

“Thank you. Teacher.”

So, she didn’t ask what had happened.

She only announced the upcoming miracle and congratulated her.

It was confusing.

Even as she packed her belongings and headed home.

She kept thinking incessantly in her mind.

About the remaining debts and how much she needed to work.

If dreaming now was the right thing to do.

Desires and hopes of dreams kept surfacing in her heart.

But the cold reality weighed her down.

Was the massage really effective?

Did her sister really… treat her?

The sense of reality dulled in the face of such absurd events.

The reasons gradually lost their importance.

And she reached the conclusion that her wrist had improved.

-Tap, tap, tap.

“Sister?”

“Seina.”

Rapid breaths.

She saw her younger brother sitting at the dining table.

Her lovely younger brother.

“How was the hospital? You came earlier than I thought?”

“Why didn’t you eat?.”

“Just… I wanted to eat with you. Are you really hungry? Just need rice and soup.”

She kicked off her shoes.

Approached her brother.

Although she hadn’t even taken off her clothes, she hugged him.

“Sister?”

“My wrist… it’s fine.”

“Really? That’s a relief!”

A hopeful voice spreading from her chest.

Just hearing it made her smile involuntarily.

So hopeful that tears welled up.

“So, can you start boxing now? You’re really good at it, sister…”

His dream was mentioned.

A bitter smile escaped her lips.

After much deliberation and hesitation.

Her brother, without a second thought, spoke with a hopeful voice.

“No.”

“Huh…?”

“I have to work, pay off debts…”

So.

She folded her dream once again.

“Sister?”

“Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

“…”

A well-prepared dining table.

The soup was kept warm on the stove, ready to be eaten at any time.

The freshly cooked rice emitted white steam.

All her life.

She wanted this.

Excitement and hope of dreams filled her, but.

Working hard, coming back home, and being welcomed by her beloved brother.

She was as happy as she wanted to be for a lifetime.

“Let’s eat quickly.”

“…Okay.”

More important than regret and disappointment.

Is the everyday life she shares with her brother.