This World is too Cruel to Men – Chapter 206

When I woke up feeling stuffy and opened my eyes, I was genuinely startled to notice that someone was sitting on top of me.

I couldn’t help it.

I couldn’t help it because as soon as I opened my eyes, there was a mass of someone’s long hair in my sight.

You know, the image that usually comes to mind when you think of a ghost is long, flowing hair, right?

So, I initially thought I was really trapped under a ghost.

At first, that was what I believed, but my perspective flipped thanks to the moonlight that began to seep into the room.

Had it been hiding behind clouds until then?

The beam of moonlight that filtered into the dark room without any kind of lighting provided just enough illumination.

And because of that moonlight, I was able to realize that the entity making it impossible for me to move was not a ghost, but my Senior.

And at that moment, a different type of embarrassment struck me, one that was unlike what I had been feeling before.

Why was my Senior, who I thought had gone to bed early, here now, right on top of me?

I couldn’t understand.

Not being able to comprehend made me feel bewildered.

“…Senior?”

So, I decided to directly ask her.

After all, I was calling out to her for that very reason… Could it be that my voice was too soft for her to hear?

My Senior didn’t respond at all.

And then, a thought flickered through my mind — the image of my Senior from the drinking party.

‘Could it be…’

Was she still drunk?

Well… it was certainly a possibility.

Considering how dark it was outside, it didn’t seem like much time had passed.

If that was the case, her being here was entirely explainable.

She must have mistaken the room for her own.

Normally, my Senior would never make such a mistake, but wasn’t this the first time she had gotten drunk?

Thanks to that hazy mind and the night, it was entirely plausible she could misremember which room to return to after visiting the bathroom.

Additionally, she had only been living in our house for two days.

If she’s already struggling with not being able to see, getting lost in an unfamiliar house would be… well, I needn’t say more.

So what should I do?

I had to take her back to her room first.

And while I was at it, it felt like a good idea to let her visit the bathroom too.

“Senior?”

With that thought, I called her name once more, but… it seemed she had been dozing off in that position.

Thanks to the moonlight that had served as my illumination fading away, all I could see now was the silhouette of my Senior lightly swaying back and forth—

“Umm…”

I wasn’t sure if that was a response to me calling her or just some sleepy mumble, but she relaxed her entire body and collapsed right back onto me.

As a result, the shock I felt in that moment was immense.

I mean, it was the kind of shock you’d get from dropping your phone on your face after losing grip while lying down.

And following that shock was… a softness that was almost violent.

How should I express this sensation?

It felt almost like burying my face in freshly baked bread.

Maybe because she was in her pajamas, but through the thin fabric, I could feel a soft, warm sensation.

At the same time… there was a pleasant smell.

It was a scent that seemed familiar yet was much sweeter than what I remembered, and with every breath I took, it filled my nose completely.

And that… made me feel strangely peculiar.

Even though no one said anything, I found myself holding my breath as much as I could.

The sweet aroma was dizzying, and it felt like if I kept smelling it, I might get into trouble.

The sound of someone’s heartbeat was now clearly coming through, delivered through the pressure on my cheeks, intensifying the feeling.

It felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t be doing.

“I can’t take this…”

When Chae-rim mentioned that I’d possibly be living with three more women from now on, and I realized they were all women, I had vaguely anticipated that a day like this would come eventually. But to have this happen just two days in…

Especially with it being my Senior, of all people.

To be perfectly honest, being a guy, I couldn’t deny that the situation wasn’t thrilling, but… it was more awkward than anything else.

Strangely, my body wasn’t responding at all, making it even more so.

If I felt that way, what would happen if my Senior woke up and confronted the situation?

Hearing her steady breathing made it seem like my Senior had completely fallen asleep, so I decided to give up on waking her and thought about making my exit instead.

With all my might, I tried to wiggle my way out from under her, trying to be as cautious as possible…

But it seemed my movements disturbed her, as my Senior shifted— not enough to wake up, but certainly not comfortable.

Was she trying to find a more comfortable position?

That small movement was an opportunity for me.

Seizing that moment, I made a quick attempt to escape—

‘…Wait, what?!’

Before I knew it, the situation had worsened.

Just a moment ago, I was the one pinned beneath her, but now I found myself in a position where she had wrapped her arms around me and was seemingly asleep again.

It was like she transformed into a human body pillow.

Thanks to that, her face was now close enough for me to see.

…This was awkward.

My Senior, soundly sleeping without a clue that she had entered the wrong room, looked so defenseless that it was hard to believe it was the same person I knew…

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her.

In that moment, I realized.

I realized that the heartbeat I had been hearing from earlier wasn’t coming from her.

The pounding heartbeat echoed in my ears as if it belonged to someone else.

That gentle movement of her pink lips, occasionally fluttering as if she were dreaming, combined with the sweet scent that filled my nostrils, made this situation feel… like some sort of fuel igniting my heart.

Today, I had only accidentally gulped down some alcohol, yet it felt like I had consumed high-proof liquor, making my cheeks flush.

So… this was a problem.

Feeling troubled, I accidentally let out a soft sound, and it seemed my Senior reacted to that by waking up.

When our eyes met, the look in her gaze was… completely different from usual.

Unlike her usual self, her eyes were hazy, making it even harder to discern what she was thinking as they lingered on me.

And the moment I saw those crescent-shaped eyes sharpen slightly, I instinctively realized.

As I had anticipated, my Senior was still infested with the effects of alcohol.

“Phew…”

Her breath carried with it a hint of the sweet smell mixed with the lingering scent of alcohol.

“It’s Dogun…”

Her following words sounded like she was wandering through a dream.

This wasn’t like her usual tone; it was almost floaty, as if she were drifting through the air.

And perhaps that’s why…

Her face began to draw nearer.

Before I even had a chance to react, soft, warm sensations enveloped my lips.

“Umm…”

Something moist yet squishy slipped into my slightly parted lips.

And then it began to search thoroughly inside my mouth, persistent yet meticulous.

I felt an exhilarating shock run down my spine in response to that lingering sensation.

At the same time, a tingling sensation surged through my arms and legs, forcing my body’s involuntary muscles to tighten.

As a result, I must have unconsciously clung to her tightly.

“Umm…”

The tremors of our connection traveled through the parts of me that touched her.

Yet that exploration inside my mouth did not cease.

And so… it felt like my mind was about to be blown away.

Thus, the night deepened in the darkness.