Webtoon Episode 85: The Badass Chicks Devour Me > Booktoki - Webnovel Archive
"Argh..."
Spicy as fuck...
What's this taste? Did we order extra spicy?
"Whoa, super spicy."
"What? Ordered wrong?"
Juha checks the order, smacking her lips.
"Forgot to set the spice level."
"Ugh..."
No wonder it's burning...
Guess default's the spiciest.
Five pieces in, and I'm dying...
"Hrrgh..."
My lips are on fire.
Juha fans her mouth, putting down her chopsticks.
Tasty... but too spicy!
"Where you going?"
"Grabbing milk..."
There's a trick for spicy food.
I open the fridge—milk from last time, still good.
Pour a full cup and dunk my lips in.
*Phew*... neutralized...
"Hng..."
I'm saved...
I come back, lips dripping milk, and Juha blinks at me.
"What's that?"
"Milk."
"Only got yours?"
Oh, right.
Forgot hers.
I go back, pour another full cup, and bring it.
*Plop*... she dunks her lips in, and I see her smirk.
"What're you doing?"
"Helps..."
"No shame."
She snickers, turning away.
Then she dunks her lips in the milk too.
Told you it works.
Gargling milk, I glance at the TV.
*"College Mom and Dad!"*
*"Today's guest is here."*
*"A kid at 20, huh?"*
*"Yeah, we've been together a while."*
*"And?"*
*"Living together, spending so much time...
It just happened, unplanned."*
*"Not planned, got it."*
*"Yeah, things got hectic...
And now, another one..."*
*"Whoa."*
...
What's this creepy show, fuck?
*"No issues dating, but...
Cohabiting was a lot."*
*"Spending all that time together, yeah."*
Why's my crotch getting cold?
Feels like it's shrinking...
*"Let's bring in the husband."*
*"Hi, I'm the college mom's husband..."*
*"You look exhausted."*
*"Yeah, just got off work."*
The 20-year-old husband looks drained.
Like he's been sucked dry... is he okay?
*"Working three jobs?"*
*"Yeah, kids cost a lot."*
*"Any dreams?"*
*"Had some... forgot them. Too busy."*
...
Why's my spine chilling?
He rubs his face, exhausted.
*"Got worries?"*
*"Yeah, she's pregnant, I need to provide.
But I got a draft notice. They say no exemption, and...
Reserve duty's an option, but it's not a real job..."*
*Click.*
I change the channel without thinking.
Can't watch more.
"Hey, why change it?"
"Too creepy..."
"What nonsense."
Why're you watching that?
Not creepy to you, fuck?
I flip to a movie channel. Ooh, *Pearl Harbor*. War movie, should be safe.
*"I'm shipping out tomorrow."*
*"Why volunteer? Can't you stay?"*
*"I'll come back safe. Promise."*
...
Something feels off.
Why're they rubbing foreheads?
*"Raynal..."*
*"Rachel..."*
Argh, fuck!
Why're they suddenly banging?!
"Whoa, dick."
"I'll change it..."
"Why change it again, fuck?"
My remote...
Juha grips it, staring at the screen.
Actors rolling in curtains...
Ugh, stop moaning, fuck...
"Her tits are huge."
Yours are bigger, fuck.
Thankfully, the scene's short.
Shitty timing... why's this in a war movie?!
"Not all Westerners are big."
"Obviously..."
Only pros or unnaturals are huge...
Most are average, right? Or are Westerners bigger...?
*Rat-tat-tat.*
*Boom boom.*
Boring scenes drag on.
Juha yawns, slowly flipping channels.
Nothing good.
"Come here, Joonhyung."
"Why?"
"Sit next to me."
Why now?
I grab my beer and sit right beside her.
*Tap.* Her familiar hand lands on my zipper.
"Dick."
"..."
Why's my dick yours?
*Rub rub...*
Why's she so obsessed with it?
"What's up..."
"Turned on?"
Not really... why's she groping? Feels weird...
"Touch me too."
"For real?"
Fair's fair!
I lift my hand.
She glares, grabbing my dick harder. Argh!
"Wanna die?"
"N-No!"
You said touch, fuck!
I drop my hand, leaning back on the couch. Do whatever...
She smirks, letting go.
"Not touching just 'cause I said no?"
"Uh..."
So I should touch?
But you'll punch me, fuck...
"When you gonna stop being a loser?"
What's that mean...
Touch and get hit? Or touch while getting hit?
I stare blankly; she grabs her vape and stands.
"Hah..."
Leaning on the balcony railing, she stares outside.
Soft breeze...
She looks better than lately. My dick's the secret?
*Am I better at drinking?*
I'd be dizzy by now, but I'm holding up...
I sip my beer, leaning back.
Hoo... getting tipsy...
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*"Huh? Two lines."*
*"What, fuck?"*
Juha hands me a long white stick that look at first like electronic device.
*"Two lines, for real."*
*"No way, don't lie!!!"*
How's there two lines?!
How?!
*"You said you took the pill!"*
*"Forgot that day, I guess."*
*"No, no way..."*
*"What's no way, fuck? Go make money, now!"*
Ugh, fuck.
Cold sweat pours down my back.
Familiar ceiling... a dream, right?
"What a shitty dream..."
Creepiest dream ever...
I'd rather dream I got the two lines, fuck...
"Hnng..."
Why'm I in bed?
No memory after that. Blacked out...
My precious brain cells...
*Did Juha go home?*
Thought she'd steal my bed and leave me on the floor.
Did I crawl here, or did she drag me?
*Snore...*
I step into the dark living room—Juha's on the couch.
Didn't leave. Too late to go, I guess...
"Hng..."
She's tossing, uncomfortable.
Where'd she get that blanket? Dug it out well...
Couch must suck... just sleep on the floor with a blanket.
*Hoo...*
Too heavy to move...
Forget it.
I yawn quietly, standing still.
Why's the balcony door open? Forgot to close after vaping? It's chilly at night...
I close it and look down at sleeping Juha.
Booze smell...
"Hah..."
Why's she frowning?
Drank too much?
I glance back—piles of empty bottles. No wonder my head hurts...
*Wet towel?*
Your drinking habit, your problem...
Tough it out!
Nah, maybe a massage.
Good blood flow helps hangovers, right? Or not...
"Hmm..."
Feels a bit warm.
Her forehead's hot, so I put my cold left hand on it.
Warmth seeps into my palm...
When it feels too hot, I switch to my other hand. Better than a wet towel?
*Press press.*
I crouch awkwardly by the couch, gently rubbing her head.
Forehead to crown... no clue, just press.
Then the back of her head, especially the base. I knead softly with my fingers.
"Hng..."
Ooh.
Her face relaxes a bit.
Sternocleidomastoid to collarbone, deltoids...
And her tits... no need to rub those. Would it help? Maybe they cause her headaches, they're so big...
*Poke.*
I playfully poke her upper chest.
Soft, cool skin. Always wild how girls' skin feels so different.
Guys' skin is always rough and lukewarm...
"..."
Eyes meet.
Her third eye.
I ignore her nipple and look down.
Fingers and toes—end points are key for massage.
I knead her fingers...
Then move to her feet.
Tense calves, straight ankles.
I rub lightly, staring at her toes.
Wiggling toes... what's the smell? Pandora's box... open it?
*Don't.*
I press her soles firmly, like acupressure.
Smooth soles...
I grab her toes, twisting gently. Feels good, right?
"Hng..."
My fingers hurt.
I finish with a *smack* on her butt.
Only doable when she's asleep.
*Hoo...*
Her face looks better.
Wet towel... too lazy, so wet wipes.
I grab chilled wipes from the balcony and place them on her forehead.
Kinda funny.
"Hah..."
Suddenly drained...
I lean on the couch, staring at the balcony window.
Then at the empty living room.
Always quiet here...
Sometimes feels too empty.
But with Juha here, it feels... full. Like the whole space is hers. Is that good?
Reminds me of Yoo In-ha's visit.
One person's fine...
Two's too much. It'd be chaotic, overflowing... creepy to think about.
"Hng..."
Sleepy...
I nod off on the couch, then barely drag myself to bed.
Always close the door out of fear.
After horror games, I'd lock it and barricade with a chair...
*Peek.*
I strain my ears—Juha's soft breathing.
Leave the door open... just a bit.
"Hnng..."
Waking up and going back to sleep is the best...
Feeling my legs' skin, I slowly close my eyes and dream.
Hehe... Juha's tits...