Chapter 337 – 64. Lioness, Vixen (6)
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… It won’t be strange if the treatment ends soon.
Senior and teacher.
Why hasn’t he come out of the bedroom yet?
I gulped down another sip of the plain water my senior gave me a moment ago, and cast my light yellow gaze towards the bedroom.
Since there was no TV or anything, I was buried in a boring silence.
But the bedroom was still the same.
There’s no special sound, and it doesn’t open to say it’s finished.
I think it’s been about 5 minutes since the two went in together.
… 5 minutes.
It seems like I overlooked it.
I can’t hear anything.
… If I take out the lion’s ears, will it be possible to hear?
But I don’t like this because it feels like I’m eavesdropping on someone else’s conversation…
“Uhm…”
I will stay quiet so as not to disturb you.
It’s true that I said this confidently, but I couldn’t help but feel a little bored when it went on like this.
Even though it’s someone else’s sofa, I just want to lie down.
There are also things you can do with your cell phone… These days, everything is just sexy, so it’s not okay to do it in someone else’s house.
All that’s left is, at best, to talk about this and that with Yozora.
I’m glad I became friends with my teacher again.
I did something like this with my teacher the other day…
I recently did something like that with my teacher…
If I do something like that, will the teacher like it? Etc.
But I started to notice that I was doing it for too long, so I stopped halfway through.
Maybe Yozora might feel uncomfortable.
AC, I need to read the comic book, but why are you contacting me like this? With the same feeling.
So, I nodded, stretched out, and quietly looked around to see what Seoyeon had in her house.
This is what I felt when I first came here: Senior Seoyeon’s house, no matter how you look at it, was not an ordinary house.
At this rate, Seoyeon is probably the daughter of a famous chaebol family.
Because I stayed home too much and kept my distance from things like networking, I may not have been able to connect with senior Seoyeon.
As if it were a hobby, I took a quick look around the kitchen, which surprisingly had a lot of cooking utensils,
I took a look around the bathroom, which was clean and tidy and smelled good.
Finally, I was walking out into the living room, which had no special interior design.
“… Ah, Suya.”
At that moment, the teacher was walking out of the bedroom.
He closed the gap in the door that was briefly visible with a thud.
“I made you wait longer than I expected. I’m sorry.”
“What about Seoyeon? Are you okay now?”
“Uh. It was just a cold. Some serious body aches.”
“Thank goodness…”
So, is your senior lying in bed resting?
As I unconsciously looked towards the bedroom with the door closed, her right hand was secretly hidden behind the body of the teacher, who was smiling softly.
When I first saw her, I wondered why she was doing that, but when I thought about it, it wasn’t anything that bothered me.
Maybe it just happened to look that way.
I smiled brightly, thinking it was no big deal, and approached the teacher with a smile.
Of course, to be more precise, I would say that I walked towards the bedroom door.
What’s the reason, of course…
“Then, before you go back, at least say hello to your senior…”
“… Wait a minute.”
I’m glad my senior got better.
I heard that she doesn’t like meddling like this, and she just wanted to say that she’s sorry for meddling.
The teacher standing in front of the door carefully blocked my path.
“Uh… Can’t I go in now…?”
“Right now, it’s a bit… Right. Since I was a patient just now, I need time to calm down.”
“Uhm…”
Well, it wasn’t wrong.
It would be impossible for her to feel better right away just because she cured a person who was dying from a cold.
What the teacher did was to eliminate the cause of her body’s pain, but it did not restore her vitality that had hit rock bottom.
It’s a shame.
It’s not like I got a cut or a broken bone or anything like that, so there’s nothing I can do about it.
I nodded with a feeling of regret, and after a moment of contemplation, I opened my mouth again.
“Then, would it be okay to prepare some oatmeal for my senior?”
“… Porridge?”
“You usually eat oatmeal when you’re sick, right? Plus, you ate very little for lunch…”
“… Really?”
Sick person = oatmeal.
Or green onion, one of the traditional Japanese methods.
It’s one of the clichés I’ve seen so many times in comic books.
Fortunately, instead of saying no this time, the teacher continued to think deeply while touching the underside of her chin.
I glanced at the door right behind me.
My face too.
Looking at the window over my shoulder.
Deeply.
“… Porridge. I think it’ll be okay?”
“Right?”
“He seemed really low at the moment. I think he would really like it if I made it for him.”
Fortunately, the result was acceptable.
I blushed and walked a little closer to the teacher and continued speaking.
“Then… Come with me, teacher. To prepare the oatmeal.”
“Ready? Isn’t there something like rice or vegetables at home?”
“Uh… That’s because I’m not good at cooking…”
“… Ah, that’s what I mean.”
“… Ehehe.”
“Okay. Let’s go quickly. There’s probably a franchise store around here.”
“I’ll try searching on my phone. Let’s see… Around here…”
… I can’t believe I went out and came back alone with the teacher.
Smiling at the small happiness that came by chance.
*****
… I’ve felt this before too.
It is not a play with one’s hands, but a caress given by another person.
It felt so good that it was annoying.
It felt good to have my stiff nipples bitten, sucked, and licked.
It felt good to scratch the wet, honey-like vaginal wall with long, thick fingers.
Even a kiss without any love in it.
Even the kiss where I just licked the pleasure with my tongue out like a fool felt perfect.
However, I was not satisfied.
Something that feels better than this.
Because I remember it so vividly that it’s useless.
It is still questionable whether people should live their lives doing dirty things,
I kept thinking about the sex I had with him while I was heavily drunk.
I’m not a primitive person, so I really didn’t want to be interested in such dirty things,
While I was having loud sex in the bathroom, I kept thinking about the doorbell ringing.
It was still impossible to understand Yozora, who frequently drank alcohol and even bought toys to masturbate.
“Yeah, sssss–b”
… There’s Yoo Si-woo in the room next to the motel.
Someone I know,
Even though there is someone in the next room who knows my voice.
The sex that was committed without making any noise.
“… Heek, … Ugh, ugh…”
Even now, several days later.
Not even a speck of dust was forgotten.
Today, just looking at Yoo Si-woo’s face reminds me of him.
When you’re horny like now,
Enough to use as a side dish.
“I’m not going to sleep…, Let’s go to sleep…”
So I’m not a pervert.
I just had no choice but to fawn over Seo Woo Jin.
These nine tails… I committed it because I was shallow.
When Seo Woo Jin poked my vaginal wall and asked if it felt good,
I feel good.
He even whispered to me to do more.
And now that he went out with Han Su-ah,
I’m left alone in the bedroom, rubbing my clit unsatisfied.
Not me, this tail.
This lowly tail did it.
So.
So.
“… Tsk…♡…”
I didn’t do anything wrong…, … Say…
“Haa… Haa…”
A feeling of immorality that he did such a thing with Seo Woo Jin when Han Su-ah was right on the other side of the door.
While I was trembling and spraying love juice on the bedroom floor, reflecting on that thrilling feeling of immorality.
The cell phone that was placed on the nightstand next to the bed started to tremble just like me.
Who is it?
Seo Woo Jin just went to have sex with Han Su Ah.
Then is it Yozora?
… He must be aware of my condition.
Like deliberately bringing up a conversation about having a drink. Are you going to say something like that?
I frowned, stretched out my hand, and tapped the screen to check the caller.
“…”
The confirmed sender was none other than Seo Woo Jin.
As soon as she checked it, she immediately unlocked it.
Because I didn’t have the strength to lift the phone while lying in an upright position, I pressed my breasts against the bed and changed my posture to a position that made it difficult to breathe.
– I’m going to buy you oatmeal, so don’t dirty the bedroom and wait.
… But this,
What on earth do you mean… ?
“… Oh, wait…”
I don’t quite understand, but anyway, this is not the time.
Even though the smell of sweat is natural, we need to get rid of this female smell that has started to spread in the bedroom again.
She got up with her hair messy, fluttered her thighs, and opened the window again.
I took out another new towel, wiped the floor, and put another towel in the washing machine where I had put the laundry in earlier.
Seo Woo Jin put his underwear back on, which he had personally removed, and lay down on the bed.
… I want to continue masturbating right now.
Holding on tight.
Let’s just take the oatmeal, send the two people away, and masturbate again.
Just rubbing my thighs together.
– Ding Dong
The good news is that the doorbell rang sooner than expected.
After checking the condition in the mirror to make sure it looked as good as possible, I carefully opened the front door again.
“Ah, senior. Are you feeling okay?”
“… Yes. Thanks.”
“Thank goodness… And here, I bought some oatmeal with the teacher…”
As I looked down following the rustling sound, an earthy-colored paper bag with the franchise name on it caught my eye.
… Oatmeal is simple enough, so you could just make it with what you have in the refrigerator and leftover rice at home.
Maybe it’s because she’s the daughter of a rich family, but she doesn’t seem to have much interest in cooking.
Do you really know how to cook ramen? .
“Thank you. I will eat well.”
In any case, I had no intention of turning down the favor.
Maybe it’s because there were so many things that happened to Yozora, but every time I saw Han Su-ah’s pure appearance like this, I felt like something in my heart was being healed.
If I had to choose, among the juniors, the one I like the most… Same feeling.
Anyway, now that I have the oatmeal, I can put it on the table for a moment and resume masturbating.
So, with a short thank you, I gently grabbed the handle of the paper bag.
“No, no. I’ll feed you.”
“… Yes?”
“Huh? Everyone does this when they’re sick, right?”
“… Everyone?”
“… Isn’t it?”
Han Su-ah, still holding the handle tightly, told a story like something you would see in a Japanese romance comic.
“It’s usually like that. It’s hard to eat alone when you’re sick.”
“Right?”
“…?”
… Even.
With Seo Woo Jin’s match on his back.
