Chapter 23 – And the Next Morning
“Uhm…”
It’s an unfamiliar ceiling.
The pouring morning sunlight is so dazzling.
As I slowly raised my head while rubbing my sleepy eyes, familiar things caught my eye one by one. The kitchen counter where I boiled the oatmeal and the refrigerator where I made the side dishes. And the standing desk that I remembered yesterday when I received a fella while standing while writing.
It’s Hyeji’s house.
… Wait.
Why did you wake up at Hyeji’s house?
I suddenly felt anxious, so I checked the side.
It’s such an obvious cliche, and it’s not fun at all, so I hope you don’t make jokes like that, and in that short period of time, I thought to myself over 10 times, ‘Please…’ I shouted ‘.’
“Ugh… “Oppa, it’s cold.”
Shin Hye-ji, a fragile and innocent woman who reminds us of herbivores like squirrels.
She was curled up under the blanket without a single thread covering her body, exposing her white skin and menacing volume.
“… Hyeji.”
“Hug me.”
Looking at Hyeji’s swollen breasts whining, I desperately tried to suppress the bulges that were trying to swell again without her noticing. How honest is my body that the blood is rushing between my legs even in this desperate moment when I wonder if my life is ruined?
Still, “What happened to us yesterday?” I was very careful in selecting the expressions because I thought that if I asked too quickly, I would look like a piece of trash who just nitpicked and pretended not to remember.
“Hyeji. Well, you know…”
“Yes?”
“Yesterday at that standing desk, that… “I even remember what I received.”
“What is that?”
The attitude of innocently asking was rude, but it would still be better to talk about the details of the situation in my own words.
“I was standing there at the standing desk, and you crawled under it…”
“And?”
“Because you bothered my pepper, I suddenly…”
“It’s so cute because it’s called a pepper.”
Hyeji smiled and hugged me. She then looked up at me with her cute eyes and poured out sarcastic words that did not match her face at all.
“You shoved your dick deep down my throat, fucked me until my mouth tingled, and then you just cummed in my mouth.”
“… “It was like that.”
“You said that if you vomit or spill even a single drop like last time, you’ll beat me like a dog until you lose your mind.”
“Well, I didn’t say that.”
“No way. It’s a waste.”
“What?!”
I was embarrassed and pulled up the blanket, but honestly, it sucks. What kind of expression and voice will Hyeji make when she gets eaten like a dog?
… No, please don’t have such dark imaginations in this situation. I feel like my dignity as a human being is being shaken.
Looking at me in confusion, Hyeji smiled as if it was fun and said as she took out the clothes from the drawer next to her bed and put them on.
“Don’t worry, brother. Nothing happened. Even after Fela and while you sleep.”
“… Really?”
“Of course.”
“Isn’t it possible that it happened when I was sleeping, and we were face to face or something like that?”
The expression ‘even while you sleep’ was on her mind, so she asked, and Hyeji took water out of the refrigerator, poured it into her cup, and handed it to me. “Thank you,” Hyeji replied to me as she drank the water.
“Face-to-face is not allowed yet. No matter how much I want my brother, if he attacks me while he sleeps, I will have no way to prove that I am a virgin later.”
Pueup.
Her wondrous way of thinking was so shocking that she burst out laughing. Hyeji caught the water splash on her face out of nowhere and frowned slightly.
“I’m sorry.”
So I apologized hastily.
“Oppa, you like bukkake.”
Holy crap, how do they get results like this? Are you able to lead a daily life?
Moreover, the fact that face-to-face contact is not allowed ‘yet’ is strangely disturbing.
“Hyeji. “Do you, by any chance, plan on trying to meet someone in the future?”
“If you think you need some fresh stimulation, you might.”
“You really are sincere in your body’s communication.”
“Do not worry. “Thanks to you yesterday, I realized my tastes that I didn’t know I had.”
“New taste?”
As I tilted my head, Hyeji crossed her fingers and muttered with an embarrassed expression.
“I like being eaten better than being eaten.”
It seems like common sense will change as we continue the conversation. I decided to quit this crazy tiki-taka because I felt like I would become a bukkake lover who brainwashes the other person by saying, ‘You’re a pervert dog that likes to be fucked.’
“Well, first, I have to call my parents.”
Hyeji asked me as I looked around for her cell phone.
“What would you like for breakfast?”
“Well. Should we go out and eat?”
“Great. Bean sprout soup?”
“No. “I’m going to drink again.”
“You can eat it.”
“Let’s have fast food.”
“I like eating a good breakfast.”
“A kid like that only eats ramen every day?”
Hyeji puffed out her cheeks and grumbled with a pouty expression, as if she had no idea it was a contradiction.
“I’m having breakfast with my brother, and I want to eat something hearty. “I don’t want to eat roughly.”
In short, I usually eat alone, so I don’t mind eating roughly, but today I want to eat so that I feel like I’m eating because I’m there.
So what? Just adjust it. I found my phone and opened the maps app.
My son stayed out all night without saying anything, and there was no call from his parents asking where he was until almost 10 o’clock. Are you overconfident about the amazing level of security in Seoul, or do you believe that there is nothing to steal from your son, who is ostensibly unemployed? Anyway, it’s really free.
“Hyeji. How about something like Sundae Gukbap? Don’t you like it because it smells a bit?”
“It’s perfect!”
Hyeji screamed, “Kyaa!” And called for her cheers.
Even if Hyeji eats a good meal using me as an excuse, I am satisfied enough.
If it’s that good, someone might ask, wouldn’t it be okay to have a warm home-cooked meal with the side dishes I made yesterday?
‘If you collect 30 meal coupons, your wish will be granted.’
In order to avoid Hyeji, who has a high probability of asking for a free pass to Yas, I try not to prepare home-cooked meals as much as possible. The fundamental reason for making such a suggestion in the first place was to encourage Hyeji to cook well even if she was eating alone.
Now I also want to eat conveniently.
“Then let’s wash up and go out.”
Anyway. Eating out is convenient and good in many ways.
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“Aunt, please give me two bowls of sundae soup and a bottle of soju!”
“Hey, leave out soju.”
“Why? Just one bottle. Yes? Ah,~”
You look like a drunkard squirrel. I sighed and nodded. Hyeji smiled brightly and winked.
“Oppa, you’re cool.”
“Is it only cool like this? “I need to take care of my health.”
“If you drink and drink, things will go well.”
To be honest, I often rely on alcohol when writing, so I can’t really say anything about this. But no matter how bad it is, isn’t it a bit much to play accompaniment in broad daylight?
“Oppa, I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
“Ugh.”
While Heji rushed to the bathroom, side dishes and soju came out first. I shamelessly shook the soju bottle once and created a whirlwind.
Brilliant.
The whirlwind inside the soju bottle swirled violently for a moment and then quietly disappeared without a trace.
I stared at the scene, sighed lightly, and picked up my phone.
It was then.
Burr, burr.
A call comes very quickly looking for my son who has run away from home. I moved my thumb to pick up the phone and spat out angrily.
“My son is safe.”
“Why haven’t you come in yet?”
“Let’s go in right now.”
“What about rice?”
“Eat now.”
I ask so quickly.
Although it was childish, it was expressed with a bit of regret.
“Mother. “Even though my son is currently living a life without a backbone, wouldn’t it be a bit unfair to treat him like he doesn’t exist?”
“What do you think?” “As long as you don’t make a baby, that’s it.”
“That’s a very extreme metaphor.”
“My son has a good personality and is dangerous, but my mother still trusts him.”
Mothers are not very objective. Well, the important thing is not whether I’m good or bad, but that it’s okay as long as I don’t end up messing around with my dick carelessly…
“Brother! I’m here. … Wow! There was also green pepper as a side dish.”
“Ah, huh. Hye, Hyeji.”
In a moment of panic, I tried to use the voice blocking function, but since I don’t normally use this function, my hands were tangled.
“I think my brother’s pepper was much bigger than this pepper. Right? Hehe.”
I’m screwed.
“Son? Where and what did you do last night?”
When I heard the cold voice on the other end of the phone indirectly asking me if I was playing with my dick carelessly, my heart sank, and I forgot what to say.
What the fuck should I do?
