## Chapter 36 – Crumbling Daily Life (2)
Of course, that wasn’t what Yujeong was asking, but I had no reason to answer her honestly.
“I think I’ve cleaned up everything, so shall we go? It’s almost time for pharmacies to open and sell emergency contraception…”
I picked up Yujeong’s clothes and handed them to her. Yujeong took the clothes. But instead of putting them on right away, she stood still for a moment, then placed the clothes back on the bed.
As if it wasn’t time to wear them yet.
Yujeong walked around the bed and approached where I was standing. As she walked, she lowered the gray towel covering her body.
Although her nipples were covered by the white towel, her breasts, with their upper parts fully exposed, reappeared before me.
I had seen, touched, sucked, and fucked them so much last night, but I couldn’t help but look.
I looked at Yujeong with a sly smile, as if asking what this meant. But Yujeong glared at me with a resolute face that was hard to believe was the same person as the limp, disheveled woman from last night.
The bitch from last night had returned as the strict chairwoman.
Yujeong shouted.
“Don’t get the wrong idea!”
With that, Yujeong sat on the edge of the bed right in front of me. And without hesitation, she reached out her hands to my pelvis. Then, roughly, as if tearing the fabric, she pulled down my pants. She pulled down my underwear along with them.
And then she reached out her right hand and grabbed my already erect cock tightly.
“This is simply a cleanup! To prevent your filthy hands from touching my daughter, to rid your body of this filth…!”
Yujeong grabbed my testicles tightly with her left hand. I was slightly taken aback by the unexpected action. Yujeong looked up at me and licked her upper lip slightly with her tongue. It seemed to be unconscious.
Looking up at me, who had stiffened up from the sudden grip on my testicles and cock, Yujeong said,
“Don’t hold back, get it all out quickly! This filth!”
She shouted, looking at the condoms piled up in the trash can, and then immediately took my cock into her mouth.
It was still terrible technique and poor blowjob skills, but I gave Yujeong credit for her proactive attitude and quickly came.
As I did, I gave her endless compliments for her clumsy oral skills. I slipped my hand inside the towel and stroked her nipples.
Yujeong swallowed my semen, saying or pretending that she shouldn’t dirty what she had cleaned up. I didn’t force her to do so.
*
Before regressing, I went to a pharmacy often visited by students and bought emergency contraception.
Unlike Yujeong, the middle-aged pharmacist, a real Ajumma, looked back and forth between me, who looked young no matter how you looked at it, and the woman standing outside the glass door, leaning against it, whose face wasn’t visible but who looked mature in both atmosphere and figure, and gave me a knowing smile.
Unlike Yujeong, I didn’t want to receive any flirtation from a real Ajumma, so I ignored her, paid, said goodbye, and came outside.
Yujeong snatched the plastic bag from my hand as if she had been waiting, and disappeared towards the main street without even saying goodbye. It was as if she didn’t want to be seen with me by anyone, and she was walking fast even though she was wearing heels.
I couldn’t find a trace of the way she had sucked my cock so meticulously right before leaving the motel.
I felt a little sulky and thought about following Yujeong and slapping her ass, but I stopped.
It was because of the notifications on my phone, which were full of missed calls and text messages.
I called Yujin.
[Hello.]
[You son of a bitch… Where are you!!]
[Outside, where else would I be.]
[Outside where?!]
Yujin’s voice sounded like she wanted to kill me right now.
[Inside a men’s restroom in the park, in a toilet stall.]
[You fucking dirty bastard… Don’t talk non─]
[I’m with your mom.]
[Huh, Mom? You’re with my mom?]
[Yeah, that’s right. Want to hear? She’s squatting under me, sitting on the toilet, touching her pussy with her fingers, burying her face between my legs, and sucking my dick.]
My voice was full of mockery.
Yujin seemed to realize that I was teasing her and took a deep breath. And she was about to unleash a torrent of curses that would burst my eardrums with the singing ability of a future idol main vocalist, but,
Click!
I turned off the phone. There was no need to listen to it.
I arrived home. I had to go to school in two hours, but I was so exhausted that I wanted to catch a quick nap, but I couldn’t.
It was because I saw the face of someone I had wanted to see, but not as much as right now.
I looked at Yujin’s attire. She was wearing a school uniform because she was about to go to school, so there was no reason for it to be strange, but it felt strange because it was Yujin.
Right now, Yujin was wearing a school uniform that perfectly adhered to the school rules, the kind that her mother, Yujeong, would like.
Because of that, the button that was fastened all the way up was about to burst, pushed by Yujin’s large breasts.
I had just seen Yujeong’s, so I didn’t feel it as much, but still, the pressure from those two masses, which were much larger than those of ordinary people, was tremendous, and I kept looking at them.
Even now, Yujin’s skirt was long, and she was wearing black stockings in accordance with the rules. It wasn’t the outfit that used to drive many male students crazy, with a very short skirt and bare legs, or fishnets that students shouldn’t wear.
Why was she doing this? Had her mother fallen from chairwoman to bitch, so she had resolved to transform herself from a delinquent student to a model student?
Anyway, Yujin’s attire had nothing to do with me. All I had to do was strip her and make her horny.
Perhaps Yujin was wearing thick clothes like armor on purpose, because she didn’t want me to touch her.
“What? Are you a stalker? Following me all the way home… How did you know where I live?”
I joked when I saw Yujin appear in front of my house, but I actually guessed what had happened.
She probably received a call from the police when she reported me for sexual assault.
I hadn’t been convicted yet, so that kind of behavior was clearly illegal, but it was difficult to expect that kind of common sense from the police in this city.
“Are you alone?”
“Yeah, I’m alone.”
I turned my back to Yujin and said as I opened the door to go into the house.
I reacted so calmly, but in fact, my heart was pounding. It was so obvious, but I had just realized something I hadn’t thought of until now.
Just as I knew where those bitches lived, those bitches also knew where I lived. That meant that it wasn’t just me who could attack them, but they could also attack me.
Now even my house wasn’t a safe zone. I was worried about my mom. Not Yujin’s mom, Yujeong, but my real mom.
I had to quickly come up with a good reason to make her go somewhere else before those bitches attacked her.
I thought as I went through the open door. Then Yujin also confidently followed me into the front door of my house. I felt exhausted at the thought of having to deal with Yujin in addition to Yujeong, but there was no need to stop her.
If she jumped into the trap with her own feet, it would be a thank you from my point of view.
“Are you alone at home too?”
Yujin asked.
“Yeah, I’m alone. Unlike your mom, who was busy sucking my dick all night, my mother is working hard.”
I mocked Yujin again and bent down to take off my shoes, but I stopped because I had a strange feeling, a feeling that could be called intuition.
Yujin’s docile attitude. Yujin’s attitude of holding back her anger.
Something was wrong.
Holding back her anger? Yujin?
Throughout her biography, which I had researched for a long time before regressing, Yujin never held back her anger. She always exploded regardless of the situation.
That wasn’t the only strange thing. Her attire, her attire was also strange.
If it was the Yujin I knew, would she be afraid of me touching her and deliberately wear thick, neat clothes?
No, she would rather appear in an outfit that was more revealing than usual, as if daring me to touch her. That was the woman Yujin. But why was she doing this?
I hadn’t slept for almost two days, and my brain was fried from the police investigation and the dozens of ejaculations all night, so the answer didn’t come to me right away.
So instead of thinking about the reason myself, I decided to ask Yujin directly, or rather, Yujin’s breasts.
As soon as I did, a kitchen knife came into my view. It was a kitchen knife that I had seen somewhere before. Its shape was so unique, like a hwandu, that it had remained in my memory.
Ah, I think I know. What that is. That was the one that was in the kitchen when I sneaked into Yujin and Yujeong’s house last night.
My brain, which had been foggy and dull due to fatigue, suddenly started spinning faster.
Why? Ah, I think I know.
Probably because the kitchen knife that Yujin was holding tightly and swinging at me was flying towards my eyes, maximizing my survival instincts more than ever before.
Even in that moment of impending death, I couldn’t help but focus my gaze on the thick thighs under the skirt that fluttered upward—it was an unavoidable instinct of a male.
“Die.”
Yujin didn’t shout loudly at me to die. It was because she was serious. This woman was serious about killing me. So she was holding back all the curses she wanted to pour out on me and lowering her voice so as not to be heard by others.
