episode_0536

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It’s uncomfortable.

The only thought in my head is that this lust-driven monkey with nothing but a slightly bigger dick… is stepping into our house again, and my unfiltered impression of it is exactly this.

It’s not that I dislike Seo Woojin as a person.

No—well, it’s not like I like him either. Whatever.

It’s not that I dislike him per se, but the fact that my parents are present this time is what’s particularly grating.

If this were our first meeting, fine, but last time, he pretended to be drunk and dropped by our house, only to then…

“…….”

…He’s definitely planning to do the same thing again this time.

Even if he hasn’t outright said it, I can more or less guess what’s going through Seo Woojin’s head.

Like I said before, just treat him the same as a horny monkey.

That wine he brought earlier? Probably just another excuse to pull the same stunt.

If both my parents and Seo Woojin end up drinking it…

The sequence of events that’ll follow is painfully predictable.

Seo Woojin will pretend to be tipsy after just a sip, acting all weak…

Mom, seeing it as a chance to owe the healer something, will insist he stay over on the couch…

And Seo Woojin, pretending to be asleep, will then…

But I can’t just sit back and let it happen.

Sure, I’ll admit a hundred, a thousand times that sex with Seo Woojin feels unnecessarily good, but there’s a time and place for everything.

Being pinned under him, making those obscene noises—that’s something I’ve gotten used to at his place or in a motel.

Doing that in my room…? I’d rather it be when my parents aren’t home.

Otherwise, it’s just as risky as last time.

So, before Seo Woojin arrived, I roughly organized my thoughts like this:

First, steer the mood so that alcohol is kept to an absolute minimum.

I know my parents can’t help but like Seo Woojin, so I’ll play along, pretending to treat him respectfully as my teacher.

Then later, I’ll say something like, I’ll walk you out or I have something to talk to you about alone…

And then…

…Just do it.

Seo Woojin would probably be somewhat satisfied with that.

Not completely, but still.

“……Seriously…, so annoying…”

The most crucial part of this plan is the first step.

Right now, the priority is to deal with that alcohol Seo Woojin brought.

Honestly, I’d love to just smash the bottle so he can’t even try to drink it, but that’s not realistic.

At best, I can only try to discourage drinking.

It’ll be tough, but what choice do I have?

I can’t just sit back and do nothing.

“If we get caught, both of us will be in trouble, not just me… What the hell is he even thinking?”

Does that perverted bastard not care about that at all?

Or does he think my parents might actually approve?

…And why do I feel like they might actually think that way?

After roughly hanging up Seo Woojin’s coat, I let out a conflicted sigh and left the bedroom.

“…….”

The dolphin-print pants I deliberately put on even though I didn’t have to.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband, I tugged them down firmly.

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“This is a feast. I didn’t expect to be treated like this… I should’ve brought a more expensive wine.”

“Oh, please, this is nothing compared to what you’ve given us. And that wine you brought is already quite pricey, according to my husband. Don’t feel burdened.”

Wow. Such obvious flattery.

And yet, Mom giggled like she’d just received the highest praise, standing in front of the oven like a fool.

I wish she’d act her age…

Maybe she’s just happy to be complimented by a young, handsome guy.

Or maybe, since family rarely praises her cooking, she’s been starved for validation.

A brief thought.

Arriving late to the kitchen, I suppressed another sigh threatening to escape and walked to the dining table.

Father, already seated, must have exchanged greetings with Seo Woojin while I was in the bedroom.

Earlier, he’d been watching a chess match on TV, but now, likely because of the guest, the TV was off…

From what Mom said, they’d even talked about the wine.

Whatever. Thinking too deeply is exhausting, so I let it go.

What’s bothering me right now is this in front of me.

“Why are you standing? Take a seat.”

“…Ah.”

A tall, distracting person, unnecessarily looking around while standing.

On second thought, maybe it’s just simple curiosity since he’s in someone else’s house, but Mom’s scolding came faster.

“Since when do you talk to your teacher like that? Maybe he’s just looking around because something caught his eye.”

“…Got it. Sorry, Teacher.”

“No, there’s no need to bow your head like that…”

There is a need.

Knowing Mom’s personality, she’d prefer a quick, humble apology over a half-hearted one.

So I bent at the waist slightly, but—

Seo Woojin’s response wasn’t what I expected.

“I was just wondering if it’s okay for me to sit again.”

“…Again?”

“Yeah. It’s a four-person table, right?”

“What does that have to do with…? Just sit down.”

“But if I just sit…, well…”

Again? What does that even mean?

Confused, I glanced at the table where Father was seated, and the familiar sight of our dining table came into view.

A perfectly ordinary table meant for two pairs.

What’s the issue—

“…Baek Jihosik, you have a boyfriend, don’t you?”

“…….”

——Ah.

So that’s what he meant.

Like last time, he’s implying sitting side by side with me.

Finally catching on, I scratched the back of my neck, eyes fixed on the table.

Now that I think about it, sitting next to my teacher shouldn’t be a big deal.

Even last time, when we had breakfast together, he sat beside me.

But now…, …it’s…

Maybe it’s because, during recent sessions with Seo Woojin, he’s repeatedly said he wishes Baek Jihosik and I would break up.

Looking at it now, it’s…

Subtly.

Literally subtly unsettling.

Why? Because having a man and woman sitting side by side in front of parents—

There’s one event that matches this perfectly.

The first meeting between families.

“…….”

But I can’t let this show.

Especially considering Seo Woojin’s usual antics, he’s probably doing this on purpose, hoping I’d react.

So, as if I’d fall for such a cheap trick, you idiot.

Just as I was about to say that unfiltered—

“Sigh… I prepared this to treat you, Teacher, but I’m not sure if it’ll suit your taste.”

Mom, having finished cooking, brought out a large plate of meat.

“…Just sit down already. Teacher.”

Swallowing the words I wanted to spit in his face, I pulled out a chair with a scrape against the floor.

In front of my parents, Seo Woojin could be summarized as “a rare, kind-hearted young man who works hard.”

The Seo Woojin I know is just “a fucking perverted bastard,” condensed into one phrase.

But in front of my parents, he wears a flawless mask.

So, in a way, I get why my parents are charmed.

What healer would go out of their way to visit someone with no significant connections and ask if they’re feeling alright?

What healer would act this warmly when invited to an average middle-class home?

Plus, his looks are…, …decent, I guess.

So it makes sense how quickly Seo Woojin wins over Father and Mom.

“Does it suit your taste, Teacher?”

“Of course. It’s so delicious, I’m almost self-conscious.”

“Oh, stop, you’re flattering me…”

Yesterday, Mom bought a huge cut of beef, and this morning, she was busily shuffling between the pot and oven while watching a cooking video. So this is what she was making.

I don’t have the culinary knowledge to name the dish, but it’s some kind of delicious meat-based main course.

Since it’s homemade, the portions are generous, and it pairs well with rice.

The side dishes, meant as garnishes, are also surprisingly high-quality.

So, me silently eating my dinner wasn’t a problem at all.

No—it wasn’t just not a problem, it was an extremely satisfying meal.

Except.

“Dear, should we open what the Teacher brought earlier…?”

“Should we?”

One.

This meat dish is really good.

“Ah, that sounds nice. I can’t drink much, though.”

“Teacher, you don’t drink?”

“I’m weaker to alcohol than I look. I’d hate to be a nuisance like last time.”

Two.

Seo Woojin just had to bring wine, which pairs perfectly with meat.

Three.

Out of the four people here, everyone except me can drink without issue.

“No, no, you’re never a nuisance. Really. If anything, I’m sorry we can only offer you the couch.”

“Ah… Still, it’d be rude…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Unless… do you not drink at all?”

“I enjoy it in moderation. Just at home, alone.”

“Then just a sip or two, lightly…”

“Hmm…”

“…Mom, if the Teacher says he doesn’t want to…”

“But we can’t just exclude him, can we?”

Four.

My parents are bending over backward to be nice to this pervert.

And Seo Woojin is thoroughly enjoying this situation.

“……….”

…That too, under the table, where my parents can’t see.

His left hand on my bare thigh.

Squeezing.

Trailing.

Teasingly stroking.

I lightly kicked my leg to signal him to stop, but—

He ignored it completely, then—

“Are you really that weak to alcohol, Teacher?”

“A few sips of beer make me pretty dizzy, so…”

“Ah, now that you mention it, I think I heard something like that last time we ate together…”

—All while chatting cheerfully with Father and Mom.

Meanwhile, his hand crept further inward.

…Toward sensitive areas.

Groping.

Slyly.

Until I finally reached under the table and physically stopped him.

That’s how much he’s enjoying this.

All of this combined means it’s not just a satisfying meal anymore.

“Was the couch very uncomfortable? Or do you have plans tomorrow?”

“No, neither, but…”

“Then just a sip or two, for the mood… It’d make us feel better too.”

“Hmm… If you insist, then I suppose…”

“Good thinking. Just a moment, the glasses should be in this drawer…”

A little later, in secret from Father and Mom.

In secret from my childhood friend, Baek Jihosik.

With just a wall between us.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

“…….”

I’ll be subjected to—

Shameful things—

By a drunk Seo Woojin.

“Dabin, what about you? Want a little?”

“…Sigh…….”

“You don’t? Then how about with the Teacher…”

…Honestly, “subjected” isn’t even accurate anymore.

The truth is—

It’s more like—

“……Just. A few sips.”

………I’ll do it—

Myself.