episode_0535

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Rather than having fun together, we ended up dealing with all sorts of bothersome things.

A date with Yozora—this expression fit perfectly—finally ended late into the night.

Since I had just creampied Yozora in the bathroom to her heart’s content, wandering outside any longer would’ve been difficult, but conversely, staying indoors posed no issue at all.

Even if it was just for show, it was still a date, so I wondered if this was really okay—but Yozora was the one who wanted to continue at home anyway.

I’d rather just enjoy the pleasure than pointlessly exhaust myself, so things progressed smoothly.

And as we took off the stifling masks and tangled our bodies together, time flew by—before I knew it, it was already 10 PM.

Just as I was finishing up the cleanup, Yozora’s voice came from right beside me.

“Uwaaie uuueeyai?”

Since she was brushing her teeth while asking, I couldn’t make out a single word.

“Spit out the toothpaste in your mouth first before talking.”

“Uwaaie. Aaie. Uuueeyao.”

“Even if you try to enunciate clearly, I still won’t understand. Go spit it out first.”

“Ugh…”

When it comes to alcohol, the only memories I have are of Yozora forcing drinks on me, so I never really studied it properly.

Still, thanks to people like Kwon Nam-ho, who used to be my boss, or Yozora—who’s currently brushing her teeth vigorously beside me—I at least have a rough idea of the really famous ones.

Living with Ji-yoon, I ended up getting familiar with gaming terms I had no interest in—this is probably similar.

So, as I picked out a decent bottle based on that knowledge, Yozora, toothbrush still in her mouth, dashed off in a hurry.

Her slightly damp, navy-blue hair fluttered behind her—probably because she’d only roughly dried it after washing up with me earlier.

Anyway, if I were to choose a tasty drink while keeping the price reasonable enough not to burden the recipient…

This one should do.

Luckily, it was still sealed in its wine box, so taking it with me wouldn’t be a problem.

“That’s for Seol Da-bin, right?”

As soon as I picked up the bottle, Yozora—her lips still glistening wet—peeked over curiously before sidling up to me.

Then, clad in thin sleepwear, she subtly pressed her chest against me.

Unlike Baek Seo-yeon, who gives off an older-sister vibe when dealing with her, Yozora—despite being the same age—only makes me think of her as a younger sister, like Lee Ha-yoon.

Letting her cling to me like a sloth, I continued the conversation.

“Yeah. Specifically, Seol Da-bin’s parents.”

“They like alcohol?”

“It’s more for appearances. There are other small reasons too, but that’s the main one.”

“Hmm~… Personally, I think if it’s for adults, something with a heavier feel would be better.”

“Nah. Can’t be bothered to pick another one.”

“Ugh… Too lazy for that, but so eager to chase after girls… Who’s next after Seol Da-bin…?”

I almost retorted that it’s about the importance of the goal, but I swallowed it back. Arguing would’ve been just as bothersome.

Instead, I stroked Yozora’s damp hair and turned away.

“Dunno. Haven’t picked out anyone else yet.”

“Why? There are still plenty of pretty girls at the academy. Even now, you’re seeing… four… five… six…? Tired from that?”

“Not tired—just not my type. Maybe I’ll look into next year’s freshmen.”

“Wow… If Seo-yeon heard that, she’d camp out in the infirmary, internship be damned…”

Would she really go that far?

Telling Yozora not to exaggerate, I pushed her away—specifically, her shamelessly pressed chest—and stepped back.

Since the last time I checked was 10 PM, it must be even later now.

Factoring in the time to get back home, it’d be best to head out soon.

As it was quite cold outside, I fastened my coat and headed to the entrance. Yozora, still in her sleepwear, only followed me this far before clearing her throat and speaking nonchalantly.

“…Dream of me tonight. We didn’t get to finish our date properly.”

“We spent the whole afternoon having sex, and you still want more?”

“Not sex—a date! I wanted to keep going, but I had to give up because your cum kept leaking out. Yeah.”

“……”

“Tonight… I’ll just pretend all those fun places you went with Ha-yoon and Ji-yoon… like the movie theater… were secret sex spots with me instead. Hehe…”

Unless you’ve turned into a succubus or something…

Honestly, it was just absurd.

But I was tired.

So I just said, “Sure.”

535

Since meeting Seol Da-bin’s parents sooner rather than later seemed best, I didn’t delay and scheduled it for the very next day.

Judging by how quickly Da-bin replied with, “My parents said okay,” she probably left out the word “gladly” in the middle.

But this was Seol Da-bin we were talking about.

I shrugged it off and got some sleep—just a few hours ago.

Contrary to Yozora’s wish, I didn’t dream of anything special. As the sun began to set, I prepared to head out.

The meeting place was set at Seol Da-bin’s house.

I’d worried they might insist on some fancy restaurant, but Da-bin handled that part herself.

She said something like, “Since money’s no object for them, home-cooked food would feel fresher anyway.”

So I sent her a “Good job,” but true to form, she didn’t reply.

The only other thing I was curious about was whether Baek Ji-ho would be there.

When I asked Da-bin, she said that while Ji-ho wouldn’t join our private gathering, she hadn’t returned to work yet and was still at home.

That was good enough for me.

“Phew…”

I’ve acted polite countless times—whether in front of superiors or at the academy.

Even if I didn’t overthink it, there shouldn’t be any reason for them to nitpick.

Once ready, I headed to Seol Da-bin’s house at the appointed time.

Without hesitation, I rang the doorbell.

“Long time no see.”

“……Hello, Teacher.”

The first one I met was none other than Seol Da-bin herself.

Dressed in casual clothes—the same kind she wore when we met alone—without any particular effort.

Her greeting felt more guarded than welcoming, but I closed the door behind me to keep the chilly late-December air out.

As my gaze drifted down from her face, I noticed her loose crewneck T-shirt and, likely because of the warm indoors, her short dolphin shorts.

Beneath them, her long, toned thighs were just as noticeable.

…Well, not that I mind the view, but Da-bin definitely owns leggings for workouts or longer pants. Did she really have to wear this?

If she had to run to a convenience store in the middle of winter, she’d have to change pants too—seems inconvenient.

Wondering if she wore this on purpose for me, I tried to gauge her reaction—but she awkwardly avoided my gaze, making it impossible to tell.

“…Did you wear that on purpose?”

“……Wear what?”

“Those shorts.”

“……Dunno.”

Even when I whispered the question before her mother arrived, she just played dumb.

“Dear, welcome!”

“Hello. I hope you’ve been well?”

“Of course, of course. My wrist, which used to ache all the time, feels perfectly fine now. Really.”

“That’s good to hear.”

My time scrutinizing the wary Da-bin ended there.

Passing her in the entryway, I smiled warmly at her mother, who welcomed me far more enthusiastically.

Since I’d treated various ailments for her last time, both she and Da-bin’s father held me in high regard.

As Da-bin’s mother, she was quite attractive and clearly took care of herself—but only by the standards of middle-aged women you’d see on the street.

Given her age, she was far from my type, but…

No need to be rude about it.

Still smiling, I held up the wine box I’d brought from Yozora’s place.

“What’s this?”

“I couldn’t come empty-handed, especially since you’re treating me.”

“Oh my! If anything, we should be treating you… Is this wine?”

“Yes. You can drink it yourselves, or if it’s not to your taste, you can always regift it later.”

“Oh dear, regift it? We could never do that with something you gave us. Right, Da-bin?”

“……Yeah.”

“Let’s put this somewhere nice for now… Where would be best…?”

Maybe because her mother’s reaction was so warm, Da-bin’s voice grew even quieter—but luckily, her mom didn’t seem to notice.

Last time we ate together, Da-bin was more prone to snapping at her parents than acting this meek.

She must be too preoccupied with me to notice her daughter’s behavior.

So while her mother looked around, I glanced at Da-bin—only for her to step on my foot lightly with her bare foot, warning me not to push it.

As our childish standoff continued, her mother clapped her hands lightly.

“Oh, where are my manners? You must be starving.”

“I’m fine. I usually eat dinner late—or skip it often.”

“Breakfast is one thing, but you shouldn’t skip dinner! It’s almost ready, so let’s eat first… And Da-bin, you—”

“……Me? Why?”

“Take the Teacher’s coat and hang it in the styler. He wouldn’t know where it is.”

“……”

…In the end, Da-bin—now holding my coat—

Moving so obediently—

Looked like a wife welcoming her husband.

Clearly displeased, she pouted as she took it.