"Once you gulp down that salty-spicy soup, the other side dishes on the table start tasting bland."
Unless it's ridiculously salty or intensely flavorful, your taste buds just go numb after that first explosive bite.
"Ah…"
Right now was exactly like that.
After what happened yesterday—that surreal, dreamlike incident—the sensations I used to feel in everyday life suddenly seemed dull.
"...What do I do now…?"
Craving something even more intense, no matter how much I jerked off, all I could do was chase the memory of that pleasure.
No, not even chase it—just barely recall it.
Knock knock.
A sharp rap at the door.
I hurriedly grabbed my blanket and covered myself.
"Uh, yeah?!"
My reply was clearly flustered.
"Son, why are you still awake?"
"...Ah, just… woke up early."
That was a lie.
I'd spent the entire night wide-eyed, unable to sleep.
Or, to be more precise, I'd spent it jerking off to Park Eun-ji's photos and voice recordings.
"Oh? That's unusual. Well, hurry up and get up—time for breakfast."
"Uh, well… I don't have much of an appetite today…"
"...No appetite? You?"
"Yeah, it's just… yeah."
Mom's eyes widened in disbelief.
She gave me a once-over, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"...You don't sound like my son…"
"Hah, haha…"
My dick was still rock-hard, refusing to go down.
It was probably bulging obscenely against my pants—no way I could step outside like this.
"You're really not eating?"
"...Nah. I'll just rest a bit."
"You're not sick or anything?"
"Uh… I'm fine."
"..."
Mom didn't look convinced.
Of course she wouldn't—despite being a useless NEET shut-in, I never skipped meals. Now, even worry crept into her expression.
"...Did something happen?"
"Uh, no?"
"Really? Well, that's good then…"
She still didn't believe me.
No, she was outright skeptical—her face stiffened, as if she knew I never acted like this.
"...You didn't get into some kind of trouble, did you?"
"No, what kind of trouble…? It's not like that…"
Her voice was laced with concern.
"...If you keep this up, I might have to ask Eun-ji about it…"
"No, I said it's nothing! It's really not… Ugh, seriously…"
To Mom, Park Eun-ji was just the sweet, kind-hearted girl next door.
The sweet neighbor girl who looked after her slightly slow son with endless patience.
So whenever the parents jokingly brought up the idea of making "that nice Park Eun-ji girl" their daughter-in-law, I'd have a fit.
Meanwhile, Eun-ji would just stare at me from the side, forcing me to keep my expression in check.
"Alright, I'll take your word for it for now."
"...Yeah."
"So, you're sure you didn't get into any trouble?"
"Yeah… I told you, I didn't."
Every bit of trouble Mom was talking about was because of Park Eun-ji.
But Mom only ever saw me as the delinquent.
Meanwhile, thanks to her carefully crafted image, Park Eun-ji—the real troublemaker—was seen as the innocent one.
"Hmm…"
Mom crossed her arms and stared at me, still sprawled on the bed.
"...I'll let it slide for now."
"Uh, y-yeah…"
After all the incidents, my credibility was clearly at rock bottom.
It was frustrating, but I knew that if I kept making excuses, the nagging would only get worse—so I shut my mouth.
"I'll leave the soup and side dishes out. If you get hungry later, help yourself."
"...Okay."
"The delivery's coming in today, so Dad and I are heading to the store early."
"...Got it."
Mom left the room, still looking uneasy.
Well, she tried to leave—but then she turned back.
"Sniff sniff. Ugh, air out your room a bit… You just keep the AC running all day, no wonder it smells like a bachelor's den in here."
"..."
She stomped over to the window.
Thud—
She yanked it open.
"Let it air out for at least 30 minutes. Got it?"
"...Uh, y-yeah."
Beep—
The AC turned off.
Even though the window had only been open for a few seconds, the room was already getting warmer.
"Phew…"
I let out a sigh of relief as Mom finally left.
I moved the hand that had been awkwardly covering my crotch—and the blanket tented obscenely.
"...Haah…"
Should I just go straight to Park Eun-ji's place?
If I told her, "Because of you, I can't get soft—so finish what you started," maybe… just maybe, she'd jerk me off one more time.
"...Who the hell knows…"
I remembered her mocking laughter.
As much as it pissed me off, it also turned me on like crazy. But right now, if I went to her, all I'd get was more ridicule.
"..."
I couldn't show any more weakness in front of Park Eun-ji.
Even in that short time, I'd realized—I could take the lead.
I couldn't let her look down on me anymore.
"Ugh, damn it…"
If only I could reach her through LanChat, maybe this frustration wouldn't be so unbearable.
But after yesterday's messages, there'd been no reply.
It wasn't that she'd left the chat—she just wasn't reading them.
...I knew I just had to wait, but the longer I waited, the more impatient I got.
Knock knock knock.
Instinctively, I covered myself with the blanket again.
Did she forget to say something earlier? Or was there more nagging coming?
"...What?!"
I couldn't hide my irritation.
Already pent-up and frustrated, if Park Eun-ji were here right now… I might actually end up raping her.
Creeeak—
The door opened.
"...Why the hell are you yelling first thing in the morning?"
"Ah..."
My body flinched.
My shoulders jerked, and my lower half reacted on its own.
"Uh, you… why are you… here…?"
"Mom's errand."
"O-oh… r-right…"
"She said she had to leave early today?"
"...Y-yeah. The delivery… is coming…"
Creeeak— Thud.
Step. Step. Step.
"Uh… uh, uh…"
Park Eun-ji walked further into the room.
Getting closer and closer to the bed.
"...Mom was worried about you."
She crossed her arms.
The weight of her ample chest was obvious even from here.
"She kept asking if something happened… so I told her it was nothing."
"..."
"Sniff. Sniff sniff."
Her eyes narrowed.
She scanned the room, her gaze sharp.
"Deep inhale… Haaaa…"
She took a long breath in, then exhaled slowly.
Her chest rose and fell, her eyebrows twitched.
Her cheeks moved slightly, lips parting as she hesitated.
"..."
Then she stared straight at me—her eyes hazy.
At best, she looked a little softer than usual… but I had no idea what she was really thinking.
"Hey."
"...Yeah."
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Something to say to her?
The only things that came to mind were along the lines of, "Since you're here, why don't you suck my dick?"
"Tch! You little— Yesterday, you… you came into my room, did that, and just ran off!"
"...You told me to leave, so I did…"
"So you had the presence of mind to pick up your panties and put them back on, but not to clean up the mess you made?!"
Was she seriously here to punish me because I hadn't cleaned up after cumming?
"...And the smell… God, it was so disgusting. No matter how much I wiped it with tissues, it wouldn't go away."
"Ah… sorry about that…"
"You think I came here for some half-assed apology?!"
That soft expression from earlier was long gone.
Her face twisted in anger, glaring at me like she wanted to tear me apart.
"...Then why…?"
I was genuinely confused.
She hadn't come to my room like this in ages—not since early morning, or… actually, not ever, really.
"Haaah…"
Another deep sigh.
She stuck out her tongue slightly, licking her upper lip before swallowing hard.
"So, whyyy… did I come here…?"
Her words were slow, dragging out.
She was still hesitating, like she was searching for the right thing to say.
"...No matter how much I think about it, it's just so fucking unfair…"
"I already said I'm sorr—"
"No—!!"
I tried to apologize again.
But all I got was her shouting in my face.
"...This isn't something an apology can fix…"
Her voice was thick with resentment.
"Then what do you want me to…"
Was she going to hit me a few times? Or was she planning to use me like a slave to track down that guy from LanChat?
Honestly, the latter would've been fine.
Since I was that guy, I could at least laugh at her in my head.
"Ah, w-wait! Eun-ji, hold on!"
But Park Eun-ji clenched her fists.
So tightly that they trembled.
"You… you fucking…!"
"No, I said I'm sorry! What else do you want?!"
Her eyes flashed with fury.
She looked like she wanted to rip me in half right then and there.
"Uh, uh, uhh…"
In an instant, she lunged onto the bed.
Crawling toward me on all fours.
"Wait! Let's just talk, okay?!"
"..."
I was so dead.
My life flashed before my eyes.
Maybe I should just come clean—tell her I'm the guy from LanChat and start blackmailing her properly.
But just as that thought crossed my mind—
"You… you bastard! You have to feel the same way I do!!"
"...Huh?"
Wham—
Her hand shot out faster than I could see.
"...Now it's your turn…"
She grabbed my wrist.
"You fucking bastard, you're gonna touch my pussy."
And then she yanked my hand straight between her legs.
My fingertips met something soft, warm.
"...Haah… ♥"
"Uh, ah, uhh…"
Was this still a dream?
That was the only explanation my brain could come up with.