episode_0553

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Just as washing dishes after finishing a pleasant meal isn’t particularly enjoyable—

The same was true after having satisfying sex with Seo Woojin.

Just because you’ve done everything you wanted to do doesn’t mean you can immediately fall asleep.

You have to wipe that sticky semen off the wall as much as possible, wash the towel you laid down to keep the bed from getting dirty, and though you’d prefer a proper shower, since that’s not feasible, you settle for rinsing off with water. The air, thick with the scent of sex, also needs to be aired out before your parents notice…

…Maybe this is why couples pay for hotels…

…Or not?

Am I just not used to this yet…?

Does everyone think like this their first time…?

With this sudden realization, I quietly dressed myself haphazardly and tiptoed to press the washing machine’s power button, careful not to wake my parents.

Still, the noise was louder than expected, so if the worst happens, I’ll just have to claim I accidentally pressed it in my sleep…

“Haaa….”

…Somehow, the tension just drained away.

It must be almost 3 AM by now.

It was a little past 2 earlier, so roughly…

Snapping out of my thoughts, I tore my eyes away from the filling washing machine and stepped out of the balcony.

As much as I’d love to blankly stare at the towels, helping Woojin clean up is the priority.

Of course, unlike him, I’m clumsy at this, so I won’t be much help…

But there’s a saying, right? Even a cat’s paw is welcome when you’re busy. A Japanese proverb.

Just as I was about to tiptoe back to my room like before—

“…….”

“…? What?”

—I locked eyes with Woojin, who had just stepped out of my room.

I blinked at him, lips parting and closing wordlessly.

“What do you mean, ‘what’…?! You should be dressed before coming out! What if someone sees you like that?!”

Had he been in normal clothes, I would’ve brushed it off with a “What are you looking at?”

But the Woojin in front of me right now—

Unlike me, who at least threw something on, he was still completely naked, just like when we were having s…ex!

…And this idiot’s d…ick was still half-hard…

Is this what Hayun meant when she said she and Jiyun have sex all day…?

Just moments ago, I’d been glaring at that thing as it forced pleasure into me. Now, I tapped his shin with my foot and hissed:

“What if my parents see you like this?! Seriously…!”

“If you’re that worried, you could’ve gone in first. I was just going to wash up—I’d have told them that.”

“That’s—! …Ugh…….”

…If you’re going to say that, at least make that boner go down first, you psycho.

Whether it’s my dad or mom, you can’t just flash them like that.

What, are you expecting me to stroke it down with my hand or something…?

As if the only problem is you being naked…

Whatever.

I furrowed my brows and let out a heavy sigh.

This is the problem. Once you’re in the bathroom, no one will see you.

Standing here blocking the hallway and arguing is way riskier.

So just get in the damn bathroom already.

After a long moment of shoving his back while glancing at my parents’ still-closed bedroom door, Woojin casually pointed toward my room with his thumb and whispered:

“I’ve mostly cleaned up. Just check the wall real quick.”

“…The wall?”

“We got a lot of cum on it earlier. If the smell lingers, it’ll be trouble.”

“…….”

…It briefly crossed my mind that I was supposed to be helping clean up, not bickering with him, but I brushed it off.

The important thing was his instruction to check the wall myself.

Nodding half-heartedly, I slipped past Woojin as he moved aside and stepped into my room.

Since I’d left the window open to air it out, the once-stuffy room was now filled with chilly winter air.

Thankfully, the heavy scent of sex was barely noticeable.

Maybe my nose had gotten used to it, but I’d also been out on the balcony dealing with the laundry, so I’d gotten a breath of fresh air. It should be fine.

…So the general cleanup was done.

Now, as Woojin said… here.

The wall.

“…….”

I wondered if Baek Jiho was still awake.

With that idle thought, I leaned closer to the wall and sniffed quietly—

—then let out a sigh moments later.

“…You could’ve wiped it properly…….”

Just a little.

Enough that you wouldn’t notice unless you got this close.

…But faintly.

The smell of semen was still there.

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– …Ah, that… I might’ve turned the heater up a bit because the living room felt chilly…

– Don’t worry about it. Maybe it’s because I’m drunk, but I also had way too many blankets on.

– But you said you were sweating a lot…

– I’ll just wash up later. It’s fine.

…Ugh.

That pervert. Is he already grilling Mom first thing in the morning…?

Maybe it was the faint noise outside my door.

My eyes fluttered open in my half-asleep state, and with a groan, I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand.

Checking the time, I saw it was well past when I usually woke up.

Normally, I’d already be showered, lazing in bed, or getting ready to meet friends.

The reason for this was obvious, so I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow, patting the innocent bed or my own foot in frustration.

…After all the exhausting things we did last night, waking up on time would’ve been weirder.

Woojin, chatting cheerfully with Mom first thing in the morning, is the abnormal one here.

And between the two of us, the one who must’ve been more exhausted was—

Not me, who just lay there feeling good, but Woojin, who kept slamming his hips into me…

Ugh…

Is this another one of his healing powers or something…?

“…If I’d been home alone, we’d probably still be having sex right now…”

No wonder Hayun sometimes dozes off in class—it’s all because of that pervert.

Actually, she used to nap a lot in first year too, but still, it’s Woojin’s fault.

Muttering complaints out of habit, I dragged myself up before it got any later.

I’d love to sleep for another three hours, but if I do, Woojin might spout nonsense to Mom.

Just think about yesterday.

Even with me right there, he had the nerve to claim he’d confessed to me before.

What would he say if I weren’t there?

So it’s better to keep an eye on him when possible.

Straightening my rumpled clothes, I tied my hair up loosely and headed to the living room.

“Dabin, you’re up?”

“…Yeah.”

“Oh my, look at the time. It’s already this late.”

Thankfully, nothing was out of the ordinary.

The only oddity was Woojin, wrapped in a thick blanket, awkwardly sandwiched between my parents.

…What pissed me off was the way he subtly winked at me, like we were sharing a secret.

And for some reason, the fact that no one knew about us was embarrassingly thrilling.

Pretending not to notice, I averted my gaze and walked to the living room couch.

“…What about breakfast? Aren’t we eating?”

“You barely eat when I make it normally, and now you’re asking?”

“…No, it’s just… we have a guest…”

According to Mom, she and Dad got so caught up talking with Woojin that breakfast was delayed. They’d eat a little later. …Is she actually a secret Woojin fan or something?

Suppressing my disbelief, I glanced at the TV playing morning variety shows and asked:

“…Did you get too hot last night, Teacher?”

“Hm?”

“I mean, were you too warm while sleeping? …I overheard you talking about it earlier.”

“Ah, yeah. I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat.”

“…Come to think of it, I heard someone showering at dawn.”

“That was probably me.”

“…Huh. So it was you…”

Of course, I wasn’t actually curious.

I knew exactly why Woojin was drenched in sweat.

But acting completely uninterested would seem weird, so I asked just to keep things natural.

The reason for that, of course—

“You should go to bed earlier, Dabin.”

“…Me?”

“Yeah. When I went to the bathroom late last night, your light was still on. …You were so quiet, I figured you were texting friends all night.”

“Oh…, …I-I’ll sleep earlier…”

“Oh, leave her alone. She’s only got about a week left of vacation anyway.”

So one of my parents had been up last night.

They might’ve even heard something faint through the door.

…They didn’t notice the light leaking out, but at least the outcome was good.

I was clumsily crafting the impression of “We definitely didn’t have sex.” “I just stayed up a little late last night.” when—

“But Dabin, are you really okay just sitting around like this?”

“Huh?”

What did they mean, okay? Was there something I was supposed to do?

I racked my brain, but nothing came to mind.

Were they asking if it was okay to face Woojin without showering first? Not that it mattered.

Why should I have to look pretty for him?

“…….”

…Besides, he’s the kind of guy who’d call this version of me pretty too.

Just last night, he got turned on by me in nothing but sleepwear—

Marked up my body like that.

Sucked on my nipples like that.

Kissed me for so long like that.

Had sex with me for hours like that.

And came inside me like that—

…The world’s biggest pervert.

For a moment, I awkwardly adjusted my collar, flustered by the unfamiliar embarrassment of being desired so intensely as a woman.

Mom tilted her head and added:

“Jiho’s leaving for work today, isn’t she?”

“…….”

“You always see her off in the morning. I was just wondering if you’d have time.”

“…….”

……Ah.