Chapter 79: Part-Time

Most of the blame for my crying fell on Yoon Heesung, but strangely, the gloom lifted the moment he started comforting me. Seeing him fidget and scramble to soothe me made me feel a bit smug.

Then the thought I’d had earlier came back to me.

There I was, the only strange one, while everyone else lived their ordinary lives. I’d never dreamed of living anything but an ordinary life.

Taking advantage of Heesung’s softened mood, I asked impulsively.

“Then… can I get a part-time job too?”

“A part-time job? Suddenly?”

Heesung asked sharply.

Even though I was the one who brought it up, I got scared.

I just wanted to live like the other kids I saw today. Not that I wanted to do anything more. I just wanted to be less strange.

“If I can’t, then I won’t. I was just asking.”

But Heesung was probably annoyed. I only thought I’d changed too much from before. I wanted to go back to being ordinary like I used to be, not like now, barely able to talk to people. I’d clearly rubbed him the wrong way.

I was afraid Heesung would say something cutting to me again. I must have lost my mind just now.

But Heesung asked gently, unlike before.

“Why? Is there something you want?”

It felt like a test, so I shook my head frantically.

“No. I just want to try it. I’m curious what it’s like, so I just…”

I hated the word “just,” but before I knew it, I was making the same excuse. I kept watching Heesung’s face.

He was the kind of person who made me go to lectures without even underwear. I was terrified of what he’d say if I brought up a part-time job.

“Do it.”

Heesung gave permission easily.

“It’s not like this is the first time you’ve pushed your luck.”

“…”

At his sharp words, I checked his expression again. He continued, as if muttering to himself.

“I tell you not to wear clothes, and you go looking for a robe to put on. I give you a top, and instead of being grateful, you ask for the bottom part too. I tell you to watch properly, and you pretend to blink, avoiding my eyes.”

“…”

“And you cry in advance because you know I won’t listen. You’re too clever for your own good.”

He was spouting nonsense, but his expression never changed. He didn’t look particularly upset.

“Instead, you pick it with me.”

“Uh… okay! Got it.”

At the clear permission that followed, I nodded several times. I felt something was off, but by the time Heesung held my hand warmly and led me back upstairs, I quickly forgot.

**

When we were home, Heesung still only gave me one piece of clothing to wear. Sometimes a sweatshirt, sometimes a shirt, sometimes a knit top. Not wearing anything underneath no longer bothered me.

Heesung would reach under and touch me however he wanted, roll my clothes up, and suck on my chest.

Even now, he was hugging me from behind while I typed on the laptop, his hand slipped inside my top to stroke my stomach. It wasn’t meant to arouse me. It felt more like his hand was bored and fiddling around.

I scrolled down and opened a new window.

“This place only needs me twice a week.”

“Hmm…”

Heesung made a low sound in his throat. He’d already rejected several places. This one works too many hours, this one requires going out too often, this one looks too hard…

The one I’d found now was a convenience store part-time job. The owner had stressed that there weren’t many customers, so it wasn’t hard. And I only needed to go twice a week. Only three hours in the evening each time.

It wouldn’t pay much, but it fit my purpose of working and Heesung’s purpose of letting me out as little as possible.

Then I found one more advantage.

“It’s close to our house too.”

“Our house?”

“Uh… our house.”

I thought I might have said something wrong and glanced around. But even after mulling it over, I hadn’t misspoken. I swallowed hard.

Heesung just hugged me tighter.

“Right. This place is fine. Let’s fill out a resume for this one.”

Hearing it from Heesung’s mouth, even though I was the one who chose it, this really did seem like the best spot. It felt like the best among all the part-time jobs I’d looked at.

There was no downside to following Heesung’s words. At school, I did as he said and didn’t answer when people spoke to me, so going had become easier.

Honestly, thinking about it now, I didn’t really need a part-time job anymore. But Heesung had no objections, so I kept quiet. I was the one who brought it up, and I was afraid he’d dislike it even more if I changed my mind.

Something inside me seemed to shift again, but I didn’t want to dig into that tiny crack.

“I don’t have a photo…”

But the resume required a photo. I didn’t know since I’d never filled out a formal resume before. I didn’t have one.

Flustered, I muttered.

Then Heesung took out his phone and fiddled with it. He grabbed the mouse from me and clicked a few times. He went somewhere, logged in, downloaded something, and a file appeared on the desktop.

It was my ID photo.

“Uh…”

It wasn’t from the school I graduated from. It was a group photo taken at the school I attended before transferring. I’d last used it when I filled out my college entrance application, then deleted it.

How did Heesung have a file that even I didn’t have?

When I stared at him, Heesung shrugged in place of an answer.

“…”

I didn’t ask any more and filled out the resume. I diligently filled in the square blanks.

The only thing I could call work experience was a part-time job at a study room, so I wrote that down. As I did, an old memory surfaced and I felt a little better.

I could live like the other kids too. Not dreaming the absurd dream of going back to how I was before. I just wanted to be a little less. I had that thought without even knowing what I wanted to be less of.

Heesung still held me from behind, watching the laptop screen.

“Happy?”

And when I sent the resume by email, he asked that.

I hesitated, unable to answer right away. Should I say yes? Or thank you? I couldn’t tell what he wanted to hear.

When I faltered, Heesung spun my body around and sat me facing him on his lap. My thighs spread apart on their own.

Today I was wearing one of Heesung’s short-sleeved shirts. The weather was still cold, but the house was warm enough that a short sleeve was fine. The shoulder line dropped to my arms, covering most of them.

“I asked if you’re happy.”

“Uh… I mean, yeah.”

His habit must have rubbed off on me. Without realizing it, the word “just” slipped out.

But it must have been an acceptable answer. Heesung playfully bit my chin. He bit my cheek once, then bit my lip. He licked it with his tongue, then pushed it inside.

I opened my mouth obediently. Heesung shoved his tongue into my throat roughly, as if to block my breath, then softly licked the inside of my cheek.

Whatever he did, I accepted it quietly. When he scraped my palate, a moan leaked from my throat. Heesung knew that, so he deliberately stroked my palate gently.

The lower halves pressed together had grown hard, both mine and his.

Heesung pulled his lips away, smacking them in regret.

“…I can’t put it in right now.”

As he said, he had an afternoon class. He needed to leave soon.

Heesung spoke regretfully while kneading my inner thigh.

“What if you cum during the lecture? Lee Yunwoo can’t even take it all when he’s given it, always dripping everywhere.”

“…”

Heesung said dirty things with a straight face. He often spat out explicit words. The times when I used to feel ashamed or embarrassed by them seemed like a lie. Now I just let it go.

Heesung subtly rubbed the hidden place between my legs and whispered.

“Be satisfied with fingers for now.”

“Hn, uhhn… ahhh…”

If you only listened to Heesung, it would seem like I was the only one worked up, but his was equally swollen.

The difference was, I wasn’t wearing pants, so my half-erect c*ck was lifting the t-shirt. I was twice as lewd as he was.

I raised my hips so Heesung could reach my behind more easily.

He tilted his head.

“Why…?”

“Because you’re so cute.”

With that, Heesung kneaded my ass as if it were dough. The flesh squished this way and that under his hands. He pressed his lips to my cheek and whispered.

“Remember when you cried saying you couldn’t take it at first? Now you’re wiggling your hips asking me to touch your hole. That’s why.”

“…Ah, ahh!”

But what he touched next wasn’t my behind. It was my c*ck.

He gripped it with one hand and stroked it roughly, hard enough to hurt. Listening to the slick sounds, I arched my back. My thighs were tense. I squeezed Heesung’s shoulders.

“Hnn, ugh, un! Haaah…!”

Only after his hand was coated in sticky fluid did Heesung move it to my behind. My cheeks were flushed and I was panting.

Showing him my c*ck bobbing against my belly no longer felt like anything. Everything went as Heesung willed.

“Hn, ugh. Aaah…”

“Here, it’s good, right?”

“Yeah, ugh, right there, slo, slowly… uhhn, hnn…!”

Wet fingers pushed into my tightly clenched hole. Down there, I could take two of Heesung’s fingers without any trouble now. It loosened easily after just a few touches.

That was Heesung’s doing.

With tears welling up from the physical response, I lifted my hips higher.

The spot Heesung mentioned was at the front of my belly. When he pressed there, it felt good.

At first, I hadn’t wanted him to find out about that either, but Heesung said s*x wasn’t done that way. He said if I was honest, we could both enjoy it.

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