episode_0442

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“Good evening, ma’am. Sorry for coming by so late.”

“Oh my, Da-bin. And that is…?”

“Tteok made by Baek Ji-ho. She passed out completely because of the alcohol… And this here is…”

“Pleasure to… meet you… Hic…”

A perverted bastard pretending to lean drunkenly against the wall while secretly slipping his hand under my coat to grope my waist where the aunt couldn’t see.

If I could’ve just said that outright, I wouldn’t have had to drag Seo Woo-jin all the way here.

If I could’ve, I would’ve kicked him hard with my legs long ago. And if that wasn’t enough, I might’ve even ground his face into the dirt.

…But imagining that now would only make me feel more miserable.

Lately, my legs have been reduced to nothing more than handles for him to grab during sex—struggling weakly whenever I beg him to stop for just a second.

And every time, that bastard just presses them down with his hands, forcing me to stay still before shoving himself deeper into me.

That’s all they’re good for now.

“This is the teacher who treated Ji-ho to meat before she left for work this time. …They drank so much they ended up passing out together.”

“Ohh~ Nice to meet you. You look quite young for a teacher. Is that normal for the academy?”

“Ahaha… Thank… Gag…”

Woo-jin, answering the aunt—who was now holding a genuinely wasted Baek Ji-ho—with the same sly ease as if he were just as drunk.

All while his hand under my coat kept sliding down to my waist and lower stomach, forcing me to put up at least a token resistance.

Not that it was anything grand—just digging my fingers into the back of his hand inside the coat pocket.

…Of course, nothing changed.

Woo-jin was still busy fondling my waist, and now his fingers had even crept to the hem of my coat, brushing the very top of my thighs.

Maybe the thick fabric in the way made it just barely tolerable.

If I’d known this would happen, I should’ve torn his skin off instead of just pinching him.

Healing factor or not, he’d still feel pain. I should’ve done that.

Forcing my stiff face into a smile, I continued speaking.

If we stayed any longer…

The aunt might notice this disgusting act.

“Well, I should get going now. I need to prepare a place for the teacher to sleep too…”

“Hm? He’s staying at your place?”

“As you can see, he’s in no state to go anywhere. He couldn’t even understand his own address. I tried checking a delivery app, but he couldn’t even unlock his pattern lock.”

“Oh dear… Well, at least tomorrow’s the weekend.”

“…Yeah.”

After exchanging a few more polite words, it wasn’t long before we said our goodbyes to the aunt.

Have a good night. Of course, she didn’t mean it that way, but for some reason, it felt like she was teasing me.

Maybe Woo-jin, who’d been silently listening beside me, felt the same. The moment the front door closed, his touches grew bolder as we walked down the hallway.

About five steps. Since it was right next to Ji-ho’s place, I barely had to move before pressing the doorlock buttons.

Just in case Woo-jin peeked at the passcode, I shielded the keypad with one hand.

“Mom. I’m home.”

“Ah, the teacher you mentioned on the phone earlier… Oh, he’s with you.”

“I couldn’t just leave him on the street… I’ll just let him sleep on the living room sofa.”

Since I’d called ahead, my parents weren’t too surprised that I’d brought Woo-jin home.

Well, if they’d seen him groping my chest through my clothes just moments ago, they might’ve been a little more shocked…

But right now, he was pretending to be passed out against me, so there was nothing to feel awkward about.

After that, the conversation between me and my mom was pretty much:

Q. Is it really okay to let a guest sleep on the sofa? A. It’s not like we have a spare bed. Q. Ugh, couldn’t you have just taken him to a motel or something? A. I don’t know how to book one, so I just brought him here. Summary. Then I should at least get him a warm blanket.

That was about it.

Unlike with Ji-ho’s aunt earlier, Woo-jin kept up the sleeping act the entire time, only letting out soft breaths—hah… hah…—until the house fell completely silent.

“…….”

Tap, tap.

It wasn’t until I walked into the living room at a suitably late hour—

And reached out—

To touch Woo-jin’s cheek myself—

That he finally reacted.

‘…He really almost fell asleep. No, maybe he did doze off for a bit.’

‘Lower your voice. Dad’s probably asleep, but Mom might still be up.’

1 AM. Just past midnight.

Late, but not so late that everyone would definitely be asleep.

It wouldn’t be strange if someone was still half-awake.

So when I pressed a finger to my lips to emphasize silence, Woo-jin—who’d checked the time on his phone—didn’t complain much.

At most, he just cracked his neck with a pop before throwing off the blanket and sitting up.

‘So when are they definitely asleep?’

‘How would I know? Who keeps track of exactly when their family passes out? I just know it’s usually around this time…’

‘I see. Well…’

…If I wanted to indulge in the annoying thing he was hoping for, I needed to be sure it was safe first.

So I left Woo-jin for a moment and crept closer to my parents’ bedroom door.

The best option would’ve been to crack it open and peek inside, but if either of them were still awake, things would get messy fast.

In the end, the most plausible choice was…

Pressing my ear to the door to listen.

I tensed my legs, ready to bolt at the slightest suspicious sound, before carefully leaning in.

“…….”

At first, there was nothing.

If I had shapeshifter friends, maybe they’d have heard something.

But with normal human hearing, it was dead silent.

…They must’ve been fully asleep.

‘…It’s quiet for now.’

‘Then we can just do it now. In your room.’

‘Wait. Let’s give it a little longer. You never know.’

But that didn’t mean we could just recklessly jump into sex right away.

A little more caution.

I really didn’t want anyone finding out about tonight.

‘It’s not that late yet, so maybe another 30 minutes to an hour…’

‘Sigh… I get what you mean, but…’

Unlike me—who was overthinking—Woo-jin only had one thing on his mind.

We bickered quietly, with him arguing that if we were going to wait this long anyway, I should’ve just come out later…

And as much as I hated to admit it, he had a point.

‘…Huh? Wait. That rustling sound…’

While I was still wondering what the noise from behind the door was, Woo-jin had already returned to the sofa.

By the time I noticed the slow, dragging footsteps—undoubtedly my mom’s—it was too late to run back to my room.

No choice.

“…….”

“…….”

I borrowed Woo-jin’s spot.

Between the blanket and him.

If I flattened myself here, I could hide for a little while.

His stiff shirt buttons and belt dug into me as I lay on top of him—

Dressed in only thin sleepwear—

Maybe worried the blanket would puff up suspiciously—

Or maybe just because he wanted to—

He pulled me tightly against him.

My heart pounded from the sudden closeness—

The faint scent of alcohol mingling between us—

Listening to each other’s heartbeats—

…And even in this situation, the perverted bastard was already hard in his pants.

To avoid that disgusting lust—

I wriggled my waist—

Quietly.

So quietly.

Holding my breath so Mom wouldn’t notice as she crossed the living room.

Maybe we wouldn’t get caught.

Surely, like this—

He wouldn’t try to fuck me.

Pinning my squirming body against the sofa’s backrest—

Slap—

Slap—

Slap—

He wouldn’t recklessly slam into me, making obscene noises whether my parents heard or not—

…Right?

I stayed pressed against Woo-jin, frozen like a dead mouse—

Until the bathroom door opened and closed again.

‘…There’s no bathroom in your parents’ room?’

‘…Yeah. This apartment was built before me and Baek Ji-ho were even born. That’s the only one.’

‘Sigh… We haven’t even started, and already…’

If Mom had found this hulking figure suspicious and lifted the blanket, we’d have been caught instantly.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I climbed off and tossed the blanket back at Woo-jin, who’d only sat up halfway.

Rather than nervously trying to hide in plain sight, it’d be better to just go back to my room.

Luckily, Woo-jin didn’t argue this time and obediently covered himself.

Then I retreated to my room, pointlessly scrolling through my phone for a while.

Before long, faint footsteps echoed from the living room again.

The first belonged to Mom returning to her bedroom.

The second, about five minutes later, was—of course—

“Can I turn on the light?”

“…Go ahead.”

Seo Woo-jin.

The man who’d invaded my private space.

The man I hated most in the world.

…Well, at least he had one useful trait.

In the end, it was the footsteps of that infuriating bastard.

“Here. Take this.”

“What is it?”

“Something we’ll need.”

As he calmly spoke while taking off and folding his outerwear in front of me, I blankly alternated between staring at his face and his hand before reaching out.

From his coat pocket, Woo-jin pulled out a box of condoms.

…If I remembered right, one box was enough for about three or four rounds.

The thought made a few memories flash through my mind, but—

I pushed them away and asked flatly.

“…You want me to open this and get ready?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“…No reason.”

Last time we did it, he’d definitely gone through about three boxes.

I guess it’s because it’s late today. That’s all.