episode_0338

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I’m not a child—what’s with the spoon-feeding?

Even if I were genuinely struggling with a fever, I could still hold a spoon. Unless I were delirious from a high fever, but that’s clearly not the case right now.

…Fine. Let’s cut her some slack. Han Soo-ah is just an innocent girl obsessed with romance comics, so maybe she doesn’t know any better.

Feeding me porridge by hand, placing a damp cloth on my forehead—those cringe-worthy nursing clichés.

It’s just concern, so while it’s embarrassing, I don’t hate it.

But Seo Woo-jin,

why are you agreeing with her?

…Do you also only read shoujo manga at home?

If not, then why—

“Go on ahead. I’ll prepare a few things in the kitchen and join you later.”

Maybe I should’ve refused faster.

Han Soo-ah, oddly enthusiastic, walked toward the kitchen holding a paper bag with porridge.

Clink, clink—the sound of her rummaging for bowls followed.

In the end, only Woo-jin and I remained frozen in the entryway.

After hesitating for a long time, I muttered under my breath, quiet enough that Soo-ah wouldn’t hear.

“…What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

“This… means we have to wait even longer now.”

“So, what’s your point?”

“…Sex.”

I considered phrasing it more subtly, but since only Woo-jin was listening, I said it outright and glared at him.

Our first agreement was clear.

It’s fine if you have sex with Han Soo-ah first… just don’t ejaculate.

If that’s too hard, then at least keep it to a minimum.

…Everything—every last drop—inside me.

The reason was simple.

If I had to have sex with Woo-jin for treatment anyway, I’d rather enjoy it as much as possible instead of enduring a dissatisfying experience.

That’s also why I allowed him to film and keep footage of him fucking a gumiho—because I wanted him to get so turned on he’d ravage me until obscene, wet noises filled the room.

…So no, it’s not about love or affection.

It’s purely—

Like how I’d want to fuck Baek Seo-yeon until his balls were drained dry.

That’s the level of interest I’m talking about.

But if you come back with Soo-ah like this,

even spouting nonsense about feeding me porridge—

…My heat-relief sex.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—

It keeps getting delayed.

You bastard.

“Is waiting a little really that hard?”

“…It is… hard….”

“…”

“…You saw it last time. What happens… when I’m in heat….”

“I did. Roughly.”

“…I was even… masturbating earlier….”

“…Thinking of me?”

“…Shut up….”

I want to do it right here, right now.

The position we did in the bathroom last time—pinning me against the wall… I want you to fuck me senseless.

Swallowing my shameful honesty, I inched closer to Woo-jin.

The kitchen was just down the straight hallway, and if Soo-ah glanced over from the sink, she’d see everything.

So instead, I chose to—

“…Hah…, …huu….”

—bury my face in Woo-jin’s chest.

Just breathing him in.

From a distance, no one would know what we were doing.

But it didn’t last.

Worried Soo-ah might notice, I quickly pulled away and met Woo-jin’s smug grin.

“…Be honest. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? …To mess with me?”

“What choice did I have? Soo-ah insisted on nursing you. I couldn’t just say no.”

“That’s…”

I couldn’t outright refuse.

But you didn’t have to go along with it. You could’ve convinced her it wasn’t necessary.

Or at least said I was recovering fine and didn’t need the fuss.

Just as I parted my lips to say so—

“…Huh? You’re still out here…?”

Soo-ah walked out of the kitchen with a fresh bowl of porridge, forcing me to shut my mouth.

…Habitually, she’d also brought chopsticks along with the spoon.

“Ah, we were just talking.”

“…Yeah. Just had something to discuss… Nothing important….”

“I see….”

If it were Yozora here instead, I could’ve been blunt.

I’d have pushed her to go home so Woo-jin and I could fuck.

If it were Yozora, she wouldn’t have even thought of nursing me.

She wouldn’t have visited in the first place…

…No. Then I’d just be left masturbating again like yesterday…

“…”

No matter how many hypotheticals I stack, it’s just escapism.

Belatedly realizing that, I let out a small cough and headed to the bedroom.

…That porridge.

Once I finish it, Soo-ah and Woo-jin will leave.

Better to eat it quickly and get it over with.

“…Come in. It’s… a little stuffy from sweat, so….”

“No, it doesn’t smell bad.”

“…Guess it does smell a bit.”

“Ah, um, well….”

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t said anything. Besides, Soo-ah’s a variant. …I actually smell more of air freshener.”

Soo-ah visibly flustered, thinking she’d misspoken.

Woo-jin, who’d followed her in, casually sniffed the air before stepping into the bedroom.

Well, of course you can’t smell it—you were all over me earlier.

You even licked my breasts,

then fucked my pussy raw while kissing me…

…Not that I could say that out loud.

All I could do was glare at Woo-jin, standing right behind Soo-ah.

But he just smirked and started glancing around my room.

I don’t decorate much, so there’s nothing interesting to see.

…And with Soo-ah here, staring too long might give the wrong idea.

With a sigh, I hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed.

“Like this?”

“Ah, usually you’d sit across and feed….”

“Then I’ll scoot in more. …Make space.”

Soo-ah looked a little excited.

She must’ve been thrilled to play nurse.

Not wanting to ruin her innocent fantasy, I moved further onto the bed to make room for her.

Woo-jin handed me a blanket, which I draped over my lap.

…It wasn’t until after Woo-jin also sat on the bed that it occurred to me—we could’ve just had Soo-ah sit right next to me.

“Here, then… Ah, right. It’s just plain rice porridge—is that okay?”

“…Doesn’t matter.”

“Good… Then, here. Aah….”

“…….”

What is this, am I a baby?

If Soo-ah weren’t here, Woo-jin would’ve been all over me by now.

With a slight headache, I reluctantly opened my mouth, and the spoonful of porridge slid in.

Then, wiped clean against my lips as it left.

…Soo-ah looked way too pleased with herself over something so simple.

I forced a small smile.

If she had ulterior motives, it’d be different.

But she’s just a good kid.

“How’s the taste? I stirred it to cool it a bit, so it shouldn’t be too hot….”

“…It’s fine. Don’t worry. Everything’s fine.”

“Really? Then another bite….”

The porridge barely had any flavor—just a hint of salt.

I swallowed another spoonful, then another after a brief silence.

And another.

…And another.

“….”

Isn’t it too quiet with three people here?

The awkwardness finally got to me.

Woo-jin, for some reason, stayed silent.

Soo-ah looked proud of herself for helping her senior, a small smile on her lips.

Fidgeting with the blanket, I cautiously broke the silence.

“…How did you and Yozora become friends?”

One of the few people connecting me and Soo-ah.

That alcoholic, masturbation addict, Woo-jin simp—surely there’s something to talk about.

“Hmm… Well…? It just kind of happened… Ah, right. We got close talking about manga.”

“…Manga?”

“Yeah. Um… It’s embarrassing, but I read comics at home all the time….”

“…I see.”

I’d heard this from Yozora.

She’d taken a request involving Soo-ah, learned about her shoujo manga hobby from the client,

memorized summaries of dozens of manga in a few days, then casually approached her.

That’s why she was next to Soo-ah during the entrance ceremony.

…The details didn’t matter—I just wanted to break the silence, so I humored her.

“Yozora likes manga too… So that’s how you got close.”

“Mhm. Sadly, I haven’t made many friends since… Ah, except for you, sunbaenim.”

“…”

I do consider you a friend.

But then I went and did that with your boyfriend…

Feeling a little guilty, I accepted another spoonful when something caught my eye.

The very same “boyfriend” I’d just thought of.

Seo Woo-jin.

That perverted sex fiend.

Instead of relieving my heat, he’s making it worse.

And seeing him wait so patiently just—irritated me.

So I brought him up in the conversation.

“…Then how did you meet the nurse?”

“Huh? M-Me?”

“Seo Woo-jin. …How’d you two get close? Last time you were drunk, he even came to pick you up.”

…Why is she so flustered?

Has she never clarified their relationship?

Or is it because he’s right here?

I tried to recall, but it didn’t matter.

Anyone could tell they were close.

What followed was—

“N-Nurse Seo and I… Well….”

“…….”

Soo-ah’s cheeks flushed red as she stumbled over her words.

“…Ah, right. Yozora and Nurse Seo… We, um… practiced making friends….”

Her eyes darted between me and Woo-jin before she shyly continued.

…She’d even forgotten about feeding me.

But the atmosphere felt…

Off.

Hmm.

“…What’s ‘practicing making friends’? Like… practicing morning greetings?”

“That’s…”

“It’s nothing major. Yozora exaggerated a bit.”

“…Exaggerated? What did you even do…?”

Just as Soo-ah hesitated to answer, Woo-jin—silent until now—cut in.

I wanted to glare at him for interrupting, but…

I was also a little curious.

…It is about how she got close to Woo-jin.

Though I doubt it’s the direct reason.

So what kind of practice was it?

The answer was—

“…Yozora definitely said something like, ‘To make male friends, start by captivating them with your chest.’ Right?”

“Probably…? Then kissing… and fell… Ah, was it ‘69’ first…?”

“…”

“Well, I told her to take that as ‘after you’re already close.’”

A response that was…

Slightly outside common sense.

Hard to believe it came from innocent Soo-ah.

“…Hey.”

At the same time—

“‘Practicing making friends,’ you said?”

“Huh? Ah, yes. Right.”

“I want… to try that too.”

“Eh? But sunbaenim, you already have lots of—”

“I don’t. …Only Yozora.”

A little… intriguing.

…No.

“…You’ll help me too, right? …Nurse Seo?”

Maybe because Soo-ah was watching.

It was…

A very satisfying answer.