Chapter 59

“You sneaked into someone else’s bed, so what are you complaining about? Didn’t you sneak in here for that exact reason?”

“No. I just came to sleep by your side, and if you tell me you really hate it, I’ll leave. You only have two choices here.”

Morae made a fist and extended only her index finger.

“One, I leave and you sleep miserably all alone. Two, I stay by your side and we just quietly sleep together.”

“You hijack someone else’s bed and then act all shameless like this?”

Pado, exasperated by her firm yet nonchalant retort, pulled on the blanket.

When the blanket was yanked completely away, Morae, who had been gripping it, rolled head over heels. Rolling around twice across the bed, Morae scrambled to her feet. Beneath her disheveled hair, a short and cute pair of pajamas came into view.

It was sleepwear that quite self-consciously took other people into account. While it wasn’t a baby-doll lingerie set, the loungewear consisting of fluffy long sleeves and shorts was, by all accounts, chosen specifically to be shown to Pado.

The pale yellow honey-bee patterned pajamas were decent enough not to feel ashamed in front of others, and cute enough to leave a charming impression.

Pado, too, briefly thought she looked cute. With Morae, who usually dressed like an aloof young lady, wearing such adorable pajamas, she looked all the more darling.

Even so, he couldn’t just let it slide simply because she was cute. He glared at her with fierce eyes.

“I told you. That kind of threat won’t work on me this time. If you genuinely tell me you don’t want me here, I’ll leave.”

“Then leave.”

“If you don’t actually mind me being here, I’ll stay and just sleep. But if you truly tell me you don’t want me here, I’ll go.”

“Why did you come?”

He couldn’t understand why she had barged in as she pleased, only to act so confident by saying she would leave if he told her he hated it. In the past, she would have either thrown a fit or used the opportunity to accept Pado without much resistance, so this sudden presentation of choices felt completely unfamiliar.

“I told you I came because I felt lonely. It’s like those pajama parties you see all the time in dramas. Time to share some friendship we haven’t had a chance to share yet.”

“We aren’t exactly on friendly terms. Not after we’ve even gone all the way.”

“That’s why I can sleep right by your side, isn’t it? I don’t do this in other male friends’ rooms.”

If she had said that as a joke just to tease Pado, it would have twisted his insides.

When Pado’s reaction fell flat, Morae twirled a long strand of hair around her finger and glared at him. A pout began to form on her slightly protruding lips, tinged with a hint of grievance.

“You’ve been looking like you’re in bad condition lately, so I came to chase away your loneliness.”

“……”

“If you tell me you hate it so much you could die, I’ll leave.”

“……”

“…I came because I was lonely and desolate, too.”

With a hurt expression, Morae opened her eyes like half-moons and stepped down from the bed. The sight of her bare white feet fidgeting back and forth caught Pado’s gaze.

Just as her small feet were about halfway out of the room, Pado called out to stop her.

“I didn’t say I hated it to death.”

Morae let out a nasal sound and clicked her tongue. It was impossible to tell whether that meant it wasn’t enough, or if it meant she had finally reeled him in.

Feeling a sense of defeat, Pado glared at her.

“Why do you always express situations in such extreme ways?”

“That’s negotiation strategy. That’s why I’m so good at taking care of my mom and dad.”

Paring out her chest with pride, Morae returned to the bed.

Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, the breasts concealed beneath her pajamas bounced naturally. Pado swallowed hard, hoping the sound of his Adam’s apple moving hadn’t been audible. Even with just a little tension, his mouth went bone-dry.

Morae knew how to pinpoint an opponent’s weak spots and shake them up. It might just be that it worked exceptionally well on him alone, but seeing her manipulate and control multiple people, she had to be a skilled negotiator. Otherwise, it would have been too frustrating.

Suffering a total defeat in the first negotiation, he began to strip off his clothes right in front of her as if to show off. Pulling his T-shirt up and off, then tossing away his pants, Morae’s gaze locked onto Pado’s body.

Pado gave the waistband of his briefs a long pull, acting as though he were about to take off his underwear, before stopping and heading toward the bathroom. A flicker of disappointment crossed Morae’s slightly excited face.

Before stepping into the bathroom, Pado turned around to issue a warning.

“I don’t know how long you’ve been in my room, but respect my privacy properly. This is why I want you to leave.”

“I didn’t touch anything inside the drawers.”

“Later, I’m going to check if there are any cameras or wiretaps. Just you wait if there are. Don’t forget what I said earlier.”

“I didn’t forget.”

Glaring with wide-open eyes as if to say he’d be watching, Pado stepped into the bathroom and let out a breath the moment the door clicked shut.

The crease between his brows relaxed and his strength drained away. He had barged in with no real plan, and though he had put on an angry front, the aftermath was hazy.

She had brushed against his legs during dinner, and then burrowed under the blanket at night—this bold seduction was giving him a headache.

Even knowing she was coming at him with a purpose, it was hard to avoid. Because she always left an escape route and fluttered about subtly, he couldn’t find it in himself to turn her down harshly.

And, to be honest, there was also a part of him that was a little curious as to how far she’d go.

Regardless, the one currently in trouble wasn’t his mind, but his body.

Pado stripped off his remaining underwear and gripped his arousal. He began stroking the swelling, blood-engorged organ from bottom to top.

He imagined what might happen next with Morae, who was lying on the bed in her pajamas.

Eun Morae burrowing into his side. The white nape of her neck exposed as she brushed her long hair back behind her shoulder. Small hands tickling his body playfully and soft legs wrapping around his.

Imagining what came after was even easier. If it was the sight of her swaying naked, he had already seen both her front and back. He also remembered the sight of her straddling his body and looking down at him. He could recall every single detail vividly.

When he even imagined opening up her petite body and sliding himself inside, his penis swelled to its absolute limit. Pado gripped the organ, which was now too large to hide comfortably with his hand, with a tight squeeze.

This made it the third time today. Even during his peak, youth-driven days, getting hard three times from just this much stimulation felt embarrassing.

Even if the third time was intentional on his part, the awkward feeling remained the same.

Still, if he wanted to avoid making a mistake, this was the only way, so it couldn’t be helped. Before pressing his flesh against Morae’s, he had to drain away every last drop of desire.

If even a shred of lust remained, he’d end up completely wrapped around that cunning Morae’s finger.

The sound of water gushing from the showerhead masked the squishing sounds. Lost in his fantasies, Pado moved his hand diligently.

The fantasy of Morae shaking her hips hard to the rhythm while crying and pleading that she was wrong coaxed out his lust. Spraying a thick load of whitish fluid across the bathroom floor, Pado closed his eyes beneath the heavy stream of water.

He let the warm water wash over him as he gathered his thoughts.

Morae pleading that she was wrong wasn’t because the sex with him was hateful or terrible. It was because the sensation felt so insane that she cried before she even realized it, and because she felt sorry toward Pado and ended up apologizing.

When she was out of her mind, she would end up nodding blindly to whatever was said, and a sudden urge to look good to him would spike. Even he knew that if Morae was grinding her hips and asking ‘Was I wrong or not?’, he would naturally tell her she was wrong.

He didn’t know why he would say things like that, but there was a different kind of dark magic to the pleas of being in the wrong uttered during sex compared to everyday apologies.

“…Haah.”

After clearing his thoughts, a sense of emptiness washed over him. He found himself ridiculous for eliminating any room to be hated by Morae even within his own fantasies.

Washing away the products of emptiness and lust down the drain, Pado came out of the bathroom. Since he hadn’t brought clothes to change into, he wrapped a large towel around his waist.

Coming out into the room while brushing back his damp, half-dried hair, Pado discovered Morae asleep on the bed.

Her face with her eyes closed was peaceful, and her chest and stomach rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Approaching with a half-disbelieving heart, Pado used water to trace a lewd shape.

“Asleep?”

“…….”

If she were squinting, she should have reacted, but only soft, rhythmic breathing came from her. With her lips parted slightly, she looked completely sound asleep.

Morae had fallen asleep with her legs exposed, having failed to pull the blanket over herself properly.

He hadn’t even washed for that long, yet she couldn’t wait that short time and had drifted off.

He had braced himself thinking she would pull some trick inside the bed, but with things turning out like this, he felt a bit anticlimactic.

‘What is wrong with you? Huh?’

On the other hand, a sense of resentment also stirred in him. What on earth was she relying on to fall asleep here? Or was even falling into a deep, unguarded sleep just another one of her tricks?

If showing off suggestive underwear was mind-boggling, falling fast asleep right in someone else’s bed made him a bit angry.

He had seen her sleeping several times before, but sleeping in a car or a garden carried a completely different weight compared to sleeping in Pado’s room.

‘I should just go ahead and pull her pants right off.’

Seeing Morae sleeping so defenselessly, an impulse arose to strip off her pants and underwear. It wasn’t that he intended to do anything after that, but if he left her completely bottomless, she’d wake up and feel embarrassed, wondering if she had committed some mistake herself.

Blended with impulse and desire, his hands itched, but he didn’t actually move. A sense of guilt, as if he were committing a bad deed, gripped Pado.

He had undressed her before, too, but his situation back then was different from now.

He briefly thought about covering her body with the blanket and stripping only her bottoms, but then he discarded the thought, wondering what good doing something like that would even achieve.

Still, his petty desire for revenge hadn’t completely died out. Pado decided to slip into the bed completely naked. He usually slept in pajamas, but he wanted to give her a bit of a shock when she woke up.

Slipping into the space beside Morae and pulling the blanket over them, a subtle warmth and a pleasant scent greeted him. Thanks to Morae, the bedding was warm, and the refreshing scent—whether shampoo or body wash—was nice.

Her cheek, visible above the blanket pulled up to her neck, was lovely. When he poked it with his finger, it sank in softly like rice cake.

Morae didn’t wake up from just being gently poked and prodded like a doll. He played with her cheek to his heart’s content before lowering his hand.

His arm, about to settle down on Morae’s body, came to rest on the bed instead.

If he hadn’t masturbated beforehand, his patience would have worn thin by this point, and he would have grabbed hold of Morae tightly.

Impulses were terrifying. They paralyzed reason, constantly making him think, “Wouldn’t it be fine?” even though it was actually not fine at all.

He must not fall for Morae’s seduction. The reasons not to take her hand were overflowing.

Falling for the seduction meant losing to her right away.

There were too many people around Morae, making it impossible to receive as much affection as he wanted.

Once he truly acknowledged these feelings, there would be no turning back.

Above all, the spy was still on his mind.