Chapter 987

EP.987 [Reality Side Story] How to Spend the Golden Holiday No.16 – Hwanryong

There’s a term, “ Childhood Friend.”

Though it might seem unlikely for such a relationship to exist between a man and a woman, by some strange twist of fate, I have one childhood friend.

Should I call them my nemesis? Or perhaps, should I refer to myself as their mother?

It all started well when they moved up from the countryside to Seoul with grand ambitions to adapt to city life. But now, this person has no intention of leaving their room.

[Can you go check on them?]

“…Yes, Auntie.”

[Hoho, you should call me Mother!]

“…….”

It’s gotten to the point where even this person’s own mother is asking me to look after them instead.

A young man in his 20s entering the home of a woman living alone—yet she casually requests this as if I were her son-in-law.

What can I do?

Though this individual is an utter mess, armed with laziness and chaos, if I don’t manage things at the very least, mold will surely appear somewhere in the house.

Bzzt.

I open the door, lock the door behind me, and head straight to the next apartment.

Bzzt.

This isn’t my place, but I know the door code.

Of course, since it belongs to my childhood friend.

“Hey, Hwan-ah. I’m here.”

I call my childhood friend simply “Hwan.”

It began as a casual nickname we used growing up, but over time, it stuck. Now, calling them Hwan feels more natural than anything else.

“Ugh…”

As soon as I enter, a pungent smell assaults my nose, making my vision blur.

Not only was the odor overwhelming, but the air felt cold enough to make goosebumps rise on my skin.

It felt like stepping into a tomb.

“You crazy person!”

The sink was clean from yesterday, so it wasn’t sewer gas. The bathroom was also cleaned, so it wasn’t that either. They didn’t order food last night, so it wasn’t leftover chicken on the table. And they hadn’t gone days without bathing, so it wasn’t body odor.

“Hey!!”

I rush toward Hwan curled up on the bed.

“Didn’t anyone tell you to close the freezer?”

I quickly shut the freezer door.

All sorts of frozen foods inside had been releasing cold air and their signature plastic freezer smell because the door was left open.

Despite the fridge repeatedly beeping ‘ding-dong,’ Hwan remained buried under the blanket on the bed, refusing to move.

“Hey, get up. It’s already noon.”

I poke Hwan’s butt with my foot.

With the blanket completely wrapped around them like a cocoon, extracting them would be no easy task. Grabbing the blanket tightly, I yank.

“Huuuup!”

Like pulling a tablecloth off a table in one swift motion, I successfully strip the blanket away.

“Huff, huff…”

In cartoons, the blanket might stick magically to the person, but this is real life.

“Hey, aren’t you getting up?”

Underneath, Hwan lies face-down on the pillow, wearing a pink knit sweater.

A skirt sprawled across the floor clearly shows they intended to change into pants last night.

“What’s this? Lying around in your underwear?”

While tidying up the blanket, I give Hwan’s butt another poke with my foot.

No response.

“Is this serious?”

After moving the blanket aside and adjusting the skirt, I approach Hwan again.

“…”

Even though I entered the room, Hwan continues to sleep soundly.

So deeply asleep that someone could kidnap them, and they wouldn’t wake up.

“You sleep too much.”

No matter how much someone sleeps, sleeping this long makes me feel awkward.

“…I need to feed you.”

Checking the fridge briefly, I see the bento I warmed up for them yesterday still untouched in its plastic container.

What good is a microwave if you won’t even use it?

Too lazy to heat up food, they probably drank a little milk from the fridge and called it dinner.

Though blessed with a body that handles minimal eating due to laziness, meals should still be eaten on time.

“Hey, are you really not waking up?”

I press Hwan’s butt with my foot again.

Soft and squishy—it’s kind of fun—but despite bordering on sexual harassment, there’s no sign of Hwan waking up.

“Hey.”

I lean close and whisper into Hwan’s ear.

“If you stay like this, I’ll eat you.”

“…”

Hwan remains motionless.

But having known Hwan for so long, I’m certain they’re awake.

“In ten seconds, if you don’t wake up, I’ll really eat you. 10, 9, 8…”

As I count down, I start questioning my strategy.

Maybe reversing the conditions would work better. Should I say I’ll leave them alone if they don’t wake up and threaten to eat them if they do?

“…0.”

Hwan doesn’t stir.

I decide to resort to my ultimate method.

“I don’t have a condom right now.”

“…”

“Though I’ll try to aim outside, if I miss, you’ll end up pregnant. You know that, right?”

“…”

Today is the peak of Hwan’s fertile period.

If you’re wondering how I know their menstrual cycle, let’s just say I handle their supplies since they can’t even stock up properly themselves.

“Sigh.”

I climb onto Hwan’s thigh.

Sliding my hand under the knit sweater, I pull it upward.

Their arms rest on the pillow, and I stretch the sweater over their elbows.

Despite using force, Hwan still doesn’t wake up.

“You slept without a bra again. What exactly did you do before bed?”

Hwan’s bras—those strange designs, one black and one white—are likely crumpled in a corner or hanging on the bathroom towel rack.

“Wake up if you’re going to.”

I lay on top of Hwan.

For a grown man to lie on top without stirring indicates Hwan is awake but choosing to resist.

“Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

Twisting Hwan’s head slightly, I bury my face in their shoulder.

Sliding my hand under the bed, I gently cup their chest and begin searching with my index finger.

“It’s standing.”

“…”

Hwan’s nipple is firm, and I circle it lightly with my fingertip.

“…Hmm.”

A moan escapes involuntarily as I continue touching their nipple.

Hwan’s breathing grows heavier, and I start feeling competitive.

“Not waking up, huh?”

Pfft.

I gently bite Hwan’s cheek.

Kissing their cheek rather than their lips, I press and lick the area with my tongue, focusing intently.

Even with eyes closed, I recognize a familiar sense of calm.

Hwan’s pristine body lacks even a speck of eye gunk.

“Heh.”

Finishing the cheek kiss, I slowly slide my hand downward.

Passing the smooth abdomen, my hand eventually reaches her most private area.

Lifting her lower half slightly with force, I mutter,

“You’re really staging a protest, aren’t you?”

Her hips remain raised, showing no signs of waking, so I decide to take decisive action.

Click.

The moment I unbuckle my belt, a reaction finally comes.

To calm the suddenly tense Hwan, I pat her bottom lightly and pull her underwear down to her thighs.

“Figures.”

Between the removed panties and her folds, a transparent, sticky line forms.

Running my fingers through it, I lightly rub her mound.

“Refusing to answer with words, so answering with actions, huh?”

“…”

Squeak.

The momentarily opened slit tightens firmly.

Through my slightly inserted finger, I detect Hwan’s response.

“Hey, I’m going in.”

“…”

Grabbing her hips, I push my erection in.

Just the tip first.

“Hey, Hwan-ah.”

Even though we’ve been close childhood friends, this situation is honestly unprecedented.

“…Is it really okay to do this?”

I’ve never done this with Hwan before.

Never.

And yet, here I am, hesitating even after starting.

Pushing in just the tip and asking feels absurd, but still…

“Umm…”

Hwan mumbles something incoherent in her sleep.

Her head tilts forward, her arms support her chin, her hips rise higher, and her knees press firmly into the bed.

A perfect position often seen in porn videos makes my throat dry.

‘Yeah, someone who does this hasn’t done it before, right?’

A bit of betrayal stings, but honestly, it’s ridiculous, and there’s no way I can stop now.

‘Where did you fool around with other guys? Did someone really violate you while you were asleep?’

All sorts of thoughts flood my mind.

Squish.

“……!!”

The foreign sensation inside makes me gasp.

The room gradually fills with a faint metallic scent, and through my erection, I distinctly feel the resistance shaking my entire body.

“Hwan, you…”

Hwan stays still.

She remains eerily silent, enduring what seems to be pain, but I can feel tension in her hips.

“…Huff.”

Very slowly.

Very carefully, I pull out my erection.

Then, pushing forward again, I penetrate her depths.

Somewhat tight, but gradually loosening, the tension in Hwan’s hips starts to ease.

“Hwan-ah. Are you going to keep being like this? Hmm?”

“…”

Hwan says nothing.

Instead, every time I thrust, she grips my erection tightly as if holding it in her hand.

Though a virgin experience, it’s slowly becoming familiar.

“If you don’t speak… I’ll cum inside.”

“…”

I offer Hwan another deal.

Knowing what cumming inside means, her body begins to tense further.

“No. If you keep quiet, I’ll consider it a refusal and pull out…?”

“…”

Hwan, who had remained silent,

“…That’s not allowed.”

Muttering quietly and lowering her head again.

Straightening her legs, I press my body against hers from behind, thrusting my erection as close as possible.

“I’ll cum inside if you say you love me.”

“…”

Whispering into her ear, Hwan turns her head.

Her half-lidded gaze is ambiguous—whether she’s sleeping or drifting away.

However,

“…If you promise to take care of me forever.”

“I promise to take care of you forever.”

“…Hmm♡”

For the first time, Hwan emits a soft moan and smiles faintly.

“…I love you.”

Vrooom.

…Even knowing it was all planned from the start.

I couldn’t help but fall into Hwan’s trap.