Chapter 411 – Do You Think I’m a Person Who Giggles at High School Students?

“Uh, honey. Jiheon is a friend. Min-ah. Chaemin.”

“…”

Nod

Even when her dad saw Mina, he bluntly nodded her head. Mina nodded lightly and said hello to her father.

“Hello, Father.”

“… Huh.”

As the two did not change their expressions, they looked like a father and daughter except for the color of their skin. Mom asked in a low voice if it wasn’t just me thinking of that.

“Boy. He doesn’t change his face. How can he be so similar to your dad?”

“Yes? Did I think that when I first saw him?”

“Therefore. But if you meet a girl like that, your boyfriend will have a hard time. Right?”

The boyfriend is right in front of you. And what does the woman who married such a man and gave birth to her son say?

While my mother and I were whispering, Mina, who had finished greeting her father and her, came this way.

“Jiheon.”

“Huh?”

“When are you planning to go up?”

“Oh right.”

She forgot for a second that she had come to get something. Remembering her original purpose, I told my mom and dad at the kitchen door.

“Mom. Dad. I’m going to go home with Mina for a while, is it okay?”

“Uh?”

“… ?”

Of course, the mother looked absurd, and the father’s expression did not change much, but he could see his eyebrows twitching. I explained to them that it was nothing and that it was not like that.

“Me and Minah stopped by, and when she gets home, she will just take her stuff and leave.”

“Uh, yes? Anyway, have a cup of tea and go.”

“You have to prepare dinner business in a little while. I’ll be busy. So you don’t have to worry about it.”

“You have to set it up, this one.”

Widely

“Ah, a little.”

As she stroked her weakly beaten forearm, she said to the mother who had beaten me.

“Okay. Then I’ll go upstairs and get you some tea.”

“Yes, this.”

Widely

“Don’t hit me, really.”

My mother, who hit me again, turned her head to Min-ah and Han-tae, ignoring my protests. Unlike what she did to me, she smiled sweetly, she said.

“Then Minah. Have a good time Understand?”

“Yes, mother.”

While Minah nodded, saying she understood, I asked my father to ask her permission.

“Dad. Then shall I go?”

“… Huh.”

My father still nodded and answered bluntly.

Now that I have obtained permission from the two of them, I walk with Mina towards the stairs going up to the second floor.

“It’s Mina. Here.”

“Yes, Jiheon.”

I passed Mom and Dad and entered the kitchen. I passed a sink with a pile of clean dishes and a fire door painted gray.

“Let’s go in here. Wait for a sec.”

I opened the door and moved aside so Minah could enter. Then Mina shook her head slightly and said.

“Yes, I understand.”

Unlike when she offered to help with the restaurant work, Mina meekly nodded her head. As she entered first, I followed behind and closed the door.

After passing through the glass door on the first floor locked with a chain, I walked up the stairs right after I opened the restaurant door. When I reached the second floor, a black iron gate with a golden pine tree appeared.

“Wait for a sec.”

I lifted the potted plant next to the door and picked up the house key placed under it. With that, I opened the front door and invited Minah to my house.

“Come on, go in.”

“Thank you, Jiheon.”

“What is gratitude?”

This time, I followed Mina who had entered first and closed the door. As I took off my shoes at the entrance, I checked to see if my house, which I hadn’t seen in a while, was doing well.

There were several doors in the hallway covered with neat white wallpaper, and when I moved my gaze to the end of the hallway, I saw a spacious living room and a slightly protruding brown sofa.

“Hmm, Jiheon.”

Looking at the two doors on each side, Minah asked.

“Jiheon. Which room is Jiheon’s room?”

“Uh? Excuse me.”

It pointed to the door closest to the front door. As soon as I pointed there, Minah immediately turned around and grabbed the handle of the door to my room.

“May I come in?”

“Uh? Okay,”

“All right.”

“That Mr. Lee.”

Before she could say anything, Mina opened the door to her room. I followed her into my room while arguing with her.

“Hey. I’m not done talking, huh?”

“Jiheon. Did Jiheon grow up here?”

“Is that so?”

The door to the right as soon as you enter. This was my room. A desk with an old desktop, a chair that fits it, a small closet, and there was no bed, so I had to put a blanket on it at night.

“Is this something you haven’t seen before?”

However, this hanger did not exist. In addition to one wall, a number of clothes were hung on hangers that took up a third of the small room.

But Minah was thinking of something different from me.

“Is this where Jiheon started masturbating?”

“Hey?!”

“Why are you like that?”

She exclaimed in amazement at seeing her not weighing the weight of her words.

“What are you talking about!”

“Sorry. Do you feel relieved if she says jerk off?”

“I’m going to get rid of it!”

Right away, she blew her nagging at Minah. Then she complained about the culprit responsible for filling my room with piles of clothes.

“Oh, Mom. No, this is my room, really.”

While I was doing that, Minah crouched down and rummaged under her hanger. She stopped grumbling and she asked why.

“What. What’s the matter? Are there any worms?”

“No, Jiheon.”

Mina looked around at the empty space under her hanger before standing up. Still, because of their height difference, she looked down at me, she asked.

“Jiheon.”

“Huh?”

“Where is Jiheon’s yearbook?”

“… Uh?”

I was taken aback and Mina told me why and why.

“You promised when we went to the nursery school together. Jiheon will show you Jiheon’s graduation album.”

“Ah, ah, that, was it?”

“Yes, it was. Obviously it was.”

In fact, she had noticed since Mina brought up the word her yearbook. She teased me a lot when she saw a picture of Mina before the memory of her previous life came to mind in the nursery school, and she asked me to show my album with it.

“Jiheon.”

Minah spoke with a clearer will than just before.

“Annual. Where are you?”

“Well, well, where is it?”

“Jiheon.”

“…”

“Jiheon. Am I calling Jiheon.”

“… Wait for a sec.”

Eventually, I couldn’t stand the pressure and left the room. The place I headed for was the living room.

“Here it is. Come on.”

“Yes, Jiheon.”

Minah was excited and followed me with lighter steps than before. In response, I approached her bookshelf, glancing at her subtly swaying breasts.

“Here.”

She squatted on the floor and pulled out a thick navy blue album. I got up with it and immediately handed it to Mina.

“This.”

“This doesn’t work. Jiheon.”

“What?”

However, Mina did not accept it.

“Show me your elementary school album.”

For useless reasons.

“Why?”

“I want to see Jiheon’s younger self.”

“Isn’t this okay?”

“Jiheon, do you think I am a person who giggles at high school students?”

“What are you talking about?”

First of all, elementary school students asked me to turn it off, so I changed it to that and pushed it out.

“Here.”

“Thank you, Jiheon.”

Mina took the album in my hand and turned over the cover right away. She hurriedly turned the page and, without even looking at me, she asked.

“How old was Jiheon?”

“It was in the third half.”

“Is that so…”

Minah was more focused on turning the paper than she was answering. Then, when he found a picture of me as a child, his eyes widened in shock.

“Ji, Jiheon!”

“Uh.”

“Why didn’t you go to another world at this time!”

“What are you talking about?”

“…”

This time, Minah didn’t pay attention to my words either. Staring at a picture of me in 6th grade, she walked over to the couch without even taking her eyes off her.

“Jiheon.”

After she sat down on the sofa, Minah looked at me.

“Did you start at this time?”

“What?”

“Masturbation, no masturbation.”

“Why are you fixing that?!”

“Did you not like it when I said it was masturbation?”

“You don’t even like jerking off?!”

I was stunned by the question I just heard, but now I realized that Pint wasn’t the only one.

“And why are you asking that?”

“Are you curious?”

“Then why are you curious?”

“I just want to know. Please tell me, Jiheon.”

“I won’t tell you. No, you didn’t tell me, so you’re asking about that.”

Right after she shut her mouth, she regretted saying this.

“I started in the 6th grade of elementary school.”

Because I knew what Mina would say.

“Her favorite masturbation was the corner masturbation, but since she was nearly caught by a nun, she has favored her finger masturbation in bed.”

“Uh, wait.”

“Back then, I preferred rubbing rather than insertion. Even when inserted, it was no more than a thin pen or one finger.”

“I said wait!”

She hurriedly shut him up and asked why.

“No, didn’t I tell you to say that?”

“That way, Jiheon will tell you when her daughters are daughters and how they used to masturbate.”

“No it’s not?! Absolutely not!”

“Wasn’t it? Why didn’t you stop me?”

“You dried it now, now!”

Her throat cracked a little as she continued to yell and nag. To fix her cracked voice, she headed to the kitchen, right next to the living room.

There she poured tap water into a cup and continued her talk.

“No, why are you asking that? You don’t really need to know, do you?”

“No, Jiheon.”

Minah firmly shook her head. Then I came up with an explanation I couldn’t possibly deny.

“I want to know everything about the person I love. What you need to know and what you don’t need to know. All of them.”

“Ha, really.”

If that was the case, I knew very well that I had no choice but to confess. Even though I knew Mina’s intentions, I confessed it with a laugh.

“Grade 4.”

“It started pretty early.”

“Noisy.”

Even as she said this, her face turned red. Minah asked again as she drank more of her water because she was thirsty for no reason.

“Then, is there a method you liked?”

“I don’t know, little.”

“I told you.”

“Oh, noisy.”

“Then please tell me about this.”

“What.”

Widely!

Minah closed her album aloud before answering. She then glanced in the direction of my room she had just entered before she asked.

“Is this your first time in that room?”

When she asked about it, her eyes were subtly lit.