“W-What are you talking about?!
I wouldn’t eat your cum even if you paid me.
I washed you, so we’re done, right?
I’m leaving first!”
Chaerin blustered loudly, hastily rinsed the cum off her palm under the water, and fled the bathroom.
As she escaped the bathroom like she was running away, her ass swayed lewdly.
And I saw it—a single strand of clear fluid that dripped from between Chaerin’s thighs with a soft plop.
Left alone in the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
Despite Chaerin’s service, this massive cock showed not the slightest sign of softening; it still stood proudly at full attention.
Uncontrollable stamina.
I had already cum twice today, yet it still felt like it wasn’t enough.
Only after dousing myself in cold water for a long while was I finally able to leave the bathroom.
Once I changed into the fresh underwear and pajamas Chaerin had folded and left outside the bathroom, the smell of ramen hit my nose.
On the small living-room table sat two bowls of steaming ramen, steam still rising thickly from them.
“Oh, ramen?”
Mistaking my words for a complaint, Chaerin grumbled.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were getting discharged today.
I didn’t go grocery shopping, so this is all there is for dinner.
I’ll make something better tomorrow.
Sorry.”
“Do you usually eat a lot of ramen?”
“While you were in the hospital I ate a lot of ramen.”
The moment I heard that, something in my chest tightened.
Someone apologizing for not being able to make me a delicious meal.
It was completely moving.
And thinking of Chaerin surviving on ramen alone the whole time this body had been in the hospital made my heart ache a little.
We probably didn’t have much money.
I met the eyes of Chaerin sitting across from me and spoke from the heart.
“Anything you make is good.
I’ll eat it happily.
Thanks.”
“W-What’s with the sudden embarrassment?
Just eat already.”
Chaerin answered gruffly and turned her head, but I saw the tips of her ears flush slightly red.
While I sat still, Chaerin bustled around the kitchen and set some kimchi down in front of me.
Hungry, she slurped up the hot noodles with gusto.
Her small lips, stained with bright-red ramen broth, entered my field of vision.
Instantly the earlier pity vanished without a trace, and lust reared its head again.
It still didn’t feel real that those same small lips currently eating ramen had just been sucking my cock.
The way her lips moved as she sucked in the noodles overlapped perfectly with the way they had sucked on my cockhead.
The scene from the bathroom earlier came flooding back in vivid detail.
Just watching her eat ramen was enough to make my lower body grow heavy again.
I couldn’t tell whether the problem was that Chaerin was too pretty and lewd, or that my lust was simply too strong.
“Hey.”
I was half-eating my ramen while stealing glances at Chaerin’s lips when she spoke first.
“I saw earlier—your phone kept going off.
If you don’t remember anything, don’t bother replying.
Those heat-crazed bitches just make things hard for you… tsk.”
“Ah, that.
It surprised me a bit.
Was I originally that popular?”
“Popular?
What popularity.
It’s just because men are rare.
You think they actually like you?
Don’t get the wrong idea.”
Chaerin snapped as she stirred her noodles with her chopsticks.
She looked exactly like a little kid fretting that someone might steal her toy, and I couldn’t help smiling.
Was she jealous, maybe?
When the meal ended, Chaerin handed me a small medicine packet, saying it was from the hospital.
Medication for aftereffects of the car accident, she explained.
Without much thought I swallowed a few pills with water.
Whether it was my imagination or not, my head felt a little clearer.
After confirming I had taken the medicine, Chaerin stood up from her seat.
“You just got discharged today, so rest a bit.”
She had already handled my sexual processing, attended me in the shower, and even made ramen.
Just resting after all that pricked my conscience, so I answered,
“I’ll do the dishes.”
Clang!
The bowl in Chaerin’s hand slipped and hit the floor with a loud crash.
She stared at me with an expression of pure disbelief.
“Did you… hit your head again or something?”
Remembering my amnesia, she pushed my back with a mixture of worry and irritation.
“What kind of man does the dishes?!
That’s women’s work.
You go lie down right now!”
Her firm hands guided me until I plopped down onto the mattress.
“Stop talking nonsense and just go to sleep already.
That’s how you help.”
Worry hidden inside her gruff tone.
Along with the soft give of the mattress, a quiet laugh slipped out of me.
So being a man here just means getting waited on hand and foot.
It was sweet as honey.
Just then, as if something had occurred to her while she washed the dishes, Chaerin spoke.
“Oh, right.
We start academy on Monday.”
“Academy?
What academy?”
“You forgot that too?
You must have really smashed your head hard.”
Chaerin clicked her tongue, yet her voice still sounded somehow excited.
“Marriage Academy.
Search for ‘Female Academy’ on the internet.”
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