episode_0446

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Surprisingly, cleaning up didn’t take long.

A few suspicious towels were added to the laundry pile, but this much normally gets tossed in after a shower anyway. It shouldn’t raise any eyebrows. I even gave them a rinse with clean water just in case.

I also managed to air out the obscene smell that had seeped into the room. The late October night air was chilly, but with a fluffy blanket, it wasn’t unbearable.

Besides, my parents rarely come into my room without reason unless it’s for cleaning. So even this part should be fine.

The only real problem was…

“…Why did you throw this in here?”

“Can’t exactly keep it, can I?”

A condom, its tip heavy and sloshing with semen.

The wet wipes I’d used to clean off the cum—squeezed out by my hands, my chest.

The fact that these had to be thrown into my room’s trash bin.

“Even so, it makes no sense to just dump it here.”

“I don’t mind. It’s the first trace of mine left in your room, after all.”

“What kind of insane— Forget ‘mind,’ it doesn’t make any damn sense…!”

The biggest issue, as expected, was the smell.

This distinct semen odor—I wouldn’t even know what to compare it to. And of course, Mom, who’s married, would recognize it.

If left like this, it’d definitely be discovered within days… I’ll have to bag it up separately in a small disposal bag later.

Just as I finished that thought, sighing blatantly before sitting on the edge of the bed—

“…Ugh….”

Maybe because the tension had worn off.

The moment I sat down, a dull ache flared in my lower back, twisting my face into a grimace.

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself somewhere?”

“……”

Even if I did, I wouldn’t want you treating it.

Words like that churned like sand in my mouth.

Half a year ago, when I’d just found out Seo Woojin was quietly playing both Han Yoon and me, I might’ve spat them out without hesitation.

But now…

…It all feels pointless.

Even if I hated someone, using whatever’s usable seems smarter.

That’s why I asked Woojin what guys like.

That’s why I asked Woojin to set up a double date.

That’s why Woojin’s currently being used as my living dildo.

“…Lower back. A little.”

“Ah. Must be from the position earlier.”

“…Maybe.”

“This side… No, it’d be easier if I just went over.”

Woojin, fixing his shirt buttons halfheartedly.

Even as he sat beside me without hesitation.

Even as his scent, tangled up with mine just moments ago, brushed against me again.

Even as his rough, large hands—unmistakably male—began massaging my lower back gently.

Even as something warm started tickling me from inside.

Even as the pain in my hips faded away almost instantly.

I stayed quiet.

It’s better to use what can be used.

“Feel better now?”

“……”

The treatment was over in moments.

Pulling down my slightly hitched camisole with a few tugs, I nodded. Then, lightly pushing Woojin away with my foot, I mumbled:

“…If you’re done, get out.”

“Was planning to even if you didn’t say anything.”

“Faster. Hurry, hurry.”

…Another thing. Something else that needs treating.

The sound of my heart, pounding since the moment I’d given in to his fervent demands—

I kept it to myself.

446

Fortunately, Woojin’s perceptive.

Fortunately, Woojin’s good-looking.

Fortunately, Woojin acts sweet around elders.

Fortunately, Woojin likes my mom’s cooking.

And on top of that, as a transcendent healer capable of curing almost any disease, he must’ve scored major points with my parents.

Saturday morning.

The breakfast table was livelier than usual.

“Would you like more soup, Teacher?”

“No, no. I feel bad showing up unannounced like this…”

“Oh, nonsense! I’m just happy to see you eating well. Even when I go out of my way to make pollack soup like today, this kid”—she jerked her chin at me—”just picks at it. Need more rice too?”

“…Mom.”

“I really couldn’t eat much more… Just half a bowl, please.”

“Half a bowl. I’ll bring it over then… Dabin, here.”

“……”

I shot Mom a glare that screamed Stop talking nonsense, but it was useless.

What got shoved in front of me was Woojin’s nearly empty bowl.

Part of me wanted to tell him to go scoop his own damn rice from the pot, but all I could do was sigh quietly and get up.

From my parents’ perspective, watching their kid gripe at a teacher would probably look weird.

And I obviously couldn’t say, “This pervert was fondling my thigh under the table earlier.”

A transcendent healer capable of curing almost every known disease—

For people my parents’ age, he’s someone they’d jump at the chance to meet.

So their excessive hospitality wasn’t entirely unfathomable.

…Still.

“Here. Pollack soup.”

“Ah, thank you.”

Doesn’t change how embarrassing this is.

From the obvious questions—Can you really cure anything?

(Yeah, mostly, though using my powers tires me out.)

To—Could you do something like a health checkup, then?

I get it, but watching these cliché exchanges play out while Woojin smoothly responds, “Since you’ve fed me so well, I’ll make time for you later,”—

Doesn’t change how embarrassing this is.

If an idol friend dropped by, they wouldn’t ask them to sing and dance on the spot.

“Sigh…”

…Anyway, after an awkwardly chatty breakfast and a health checkup that took less than five minutes…

I slipped toward the living room sofa where Woojin, now ready to leave, was waiting.

He must’ve scored major favor in that short time—Mom’s expensive chocolates were already set out on the side table.

“Hey. Seo Woojin.”

When I called after clearing my throat, he turned, leisurely shrugging on his coat.

For a second, the way he looked at me overlapped with the image of him looming over me, devouring me with his gaze.

I pushed the thought aside and continued.

“…Don’t come to my house again. Things like earlier just tire me out.”

“Tire you out? Ah, the health check? I’ve done so many by now it’s practically routine.”

“No, I mean just don’t come—”

“Besides, your parents seem to really like me?”

“Well… yeah…”

Of course they would. They’re pushing 50—who wouldn’t want a miracle healer around?

Swallowing my immediate retort, I stared up at Woojin’s face.

…The real reason he’d bring that up now.

It sounded like he was saying he’d treat this place like his own from now on.

But thinking twice, I quickly realized that was just me jumping to conclusions.

You don’t need daily health checkups, right?

After today, I could probably go a whole year without worrying about it.

Meaning Woojin no longer has a reason to visit.

Even if we’re classmates, our teacher-student dynamic ensures he wouldn’t drop by unnecessarily.

So I shouldn’t sweat it.

I even let out an audible sigh of relief, unable to hide my satisfaction.

“……”

Last night—everything we did on my bed.

Letting an intensely aroused Woojin have his way for so long…

…Moaning, openly.

Learning how to kiss for the first time.

And when we ran out of condoms, his cock—rubbed against my chest—

Splattering thick ropes of cum over my jaw, my eyelids…

“Just don’t come, okay? …You’ll just end up doing that stuff with me again.”

“Probably.”

“That’s why…! That’s why don’t come. Instead…”

Even now, after waking up, the memories are vivid.

Straining to erase them from my mind, I spat out—

With the most annoyed tone I could muster—

In front of my bedroom door—

“…I’ll go to you. Your place.”

While sticking up a sign that read—

‘SEO WOOJIN: NO ENTRY’—

Full of loopholes.

After Woojin left, Saturday carried on uneventfully.

He mentioned meeting up with Han Yoon or something.

That name probably has a dozen other girls layered under it, but whatever—he’s always been that kind of guy.

Besides, I’m hardly in a position to judge his dating life now.

I’d only planned to meet Baek Jihop briefly, but nothing else came up.

This morning, he’d suddenly dropped by my place, muttering thanks and other incoherent stuff.

After that, he claimed a hangover forced him to rest all day, wasting the whole thing.

…That hangover? Definitely Woojin’s fault.

Anyway.

Sunday rolled around.

Partly because I felt bad about yesterday.

And partly because Baek Jihop had work again, meaning he’d be gone all day…

Today, I decided to knock on his door first.

“…Huh?”

“…Uh.”

At least, that was the plan—until I bumped into him in the hallway, lugging a large disposal bag.

“Taking out trash this early? …Guess you’re heading to work soon, huh?”

“Uh, yeah… You? Out for a jog?”

“Does this look like jogging clothes? I was just about to knock on your door.”

“Ahaha…”

He laughed awkwardly, subtly shifting the trash bag behind him.

Even at a glance, it was mostly tissues.

No—more like 99% tissues.

And all of them looked like they’d been used to wipe something off.

Maybe he’d sorted the rest separately? No idea why he’d hide it, though—guess nobody likes showing off their trash.

I smiled gently, brushing it off.

“Packing now? Need help?”

“Nah. Just grabbing some clothes, so I’ll be done quick.”

“Then I’ll be done quick too. Go toss that out—I’ll pick out some good outfits for you.”

“…No, really, you don’t have to—”

“When someone offers to help, you say ‘Thanks, noona!’ Got it, dummy?”

“You’re a second-year… Wait. Dabin?”

Ignoring his protests, I slipped past him and dashed toward his apartment.

Normally, I’d ring the bell and wait for his mom on a Sunday, but no time today.

Since we know each other’s passcodes, I punched it in quickly, sticking my tongue out before stepping inside.

“Oh, Dabin!”

“Ah, hi, Auntie. Here to help Jihop pack.”

“But he just left to take out the trash…”

“Yep, ran into him outside.”

“Really?”

The rich, spicy smell of kimchi stew wafted from the kitchen.

My mouth watered—I’d skipped breakfast—but Jihop came first.

Kicking off my shoes haphazardly, I hurried to his room.

And swung the door open without thinking—

“……”

…Wait.

This smell—I’ve smelled it recently.

“……”

The window, wide open.

The trash can, completely empty.

Something… familiar.

But not something you smell often.

Racking my brain, I finally placed it—

A scent that tugged at a recent memory.

“……Ah.”

It’s… semen.

Recalling the trash Jihop had been carrying, I cleared my throat, feigning nonchalance.

…Guess he wasn’t in the mood for me.

Must’ve been grinding through porn.

Like, bone-meltingly hardcore stuff.

As that thought crossed my mind—