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🕑 Added 2025-06-14 20:56:43 +0000 UTCChapter 47. Not Hell, but Heaven? (1)
“Should we eat ramen now?”
“Then I’ll get the water ready right away.”
As soon as I suggested ramen, Hyun-joo took out two cup noodles she’d hidden in a drawer. She quickly tore open the packaging and headed to the water dispenser just outside the admin office.
Gurgle, trickle, trickle...
The sound of water pouring came from the dispenser twice, and then Hyun-joo came back into the office with two cup noodles in her hands. Still not looking directly at me, she set the noodles down on the table in the center of the office and carefully took a seat.
As white steam rose from the slightly opened lids, I sat down too, and we ended up facing each other.
“...”
Because I’d accidentally flashed my fully erect bulge and she’d seen it up close, an awkward silence hung over the table. Only the faint sound of the ramen containers warping from the hot water broke the quiet.
I decided to break the silence first.
“If we eat and clean up, it’ll still only be two o’clock. Time really crawls, doesn’t it?”
“Yes... This time of night always feels slow.”
Trying to ease the tension, I deliberately raised my voice a bit, and after a slight delay, Hyun-joo, who seemed lost in thought, replied. She still wouldn’t quite meet my eyes, keeping her head slightly bowed.
Well, it makes sense-a young woman who hasn’t even graduated college yet just saw a man’s tented erection up close. And from what she told me before, it seemed like she’s never even properly dated anyone...
I kept the conversation going with small talk to avoid any more awkward silences, and after three minutes, it was time to eat the ramen.
Slurp!
“Ahh...”
With a satisfying slurp, the hot broth and chewy noodles hit my stomach for the first time in seven hours, and I couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh.
I wasn’t the only one feeling happy. As Hyun-joo started eating after me, I saw the tension melt from her face as she relaxed.
For a while, we both focused on eating, hands and mouths busy with noodles and broth. With just a simple cup of ramen, the mood in the office gradually lightened.
Then Hyun-joo set down her chopsticks and spoke.
“FDO, I’m sorry for making you fall earlier.”
“No, no. I wasn’t hurt at all, and I’m totally fine now, so don’t worry about it.”
As I reassured her and accepted her apology, her expression brightened instantly.
We kept the conversation going, and thankfully, the mood between us returned to almost exactly how it was before the “incident.”
“Whew... At least it worked out somehow.”
I was more than satisfied with how well the ramen worked. As we continued chatting, leaving the empty cups aside, another unexpected “incident” occurred.
“Um... FDO, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“When you fell earlier... was what I saw ‘that’?”
“Pfft!... Huh? What?”
Hearing the word “that” from Hyun-joo, who looks so innocent, immediately brought to mind the image of my huge, tented erection. I barely managed not to spit out my water, and asked back in disbelief.
She blushed again, looked down, but confirmed I hadn’t misheard.
“You know... the big thing sticking out at the front of your pants. Was that really yours?”
“Uh, yeah, it was...”
“Really?”
When she asked if what she saw was my erect cock, I nodded without thinking. As she looked up, her eyes wide with surprise, our gazes met.
In her eyes, I saw not just surprise and shock, but even a hint of “madness.”
‘What’s with her all of a sudden... This is scary...’
Even as I felt overwhelmed by that intensity, Hyun-joo, once her brakes were off, started bombarding me with questions like a runaway train.
“I’ve never seen anything that big in my life!”
“Hyun-joo, calm down...”
“It’s not, like, from surgery or anything, right? It’s natural?”
Despite my attempts to calm her, her eyes sparkled even more as she asked if my cock was “natural.”
Her boldness left me momentarily speechless, but I realized if I didn’t rein her in, things might get out of control.
So, in a firm voice just loud enough not to be overheard in the hallway, I called her name.
“Hey. Lee Hyun-joo.”
“Ah!... I’m sorry, FDO...”
Only after I addressed her sharply did she finally calm down, bowing her head in apology and bringing silence back to the office.
After a brief pause, I spoke.
“You’re a girl-don’t you feel embarrassed asking a guy if his dick is big or if it’s natural?”
“I’m sorry. I just talk about stuff like this with my peers all the time... I got carried away.”
Her voice softer than before, she immediately admitted her mistake and bowed again. The excitement and happiness that had filled her face just a minute ago faded to gloom.
Seeing her sad made me feel guilty and uncomfortable, like any guy who sees a pretty girl upset and just wants to make her smile again.
Driven by that instinct, I reached out to her.
“It’s true.”
“Sorry? What is?”
“It’s natural. Mine’s all real.”
“Ah!”
With that answer to her last question, I signaled a sort of reconciliation, and she finally understood and let out a little exclamation.
Her face brightened again, and she cautiously asked another question.
“FDO, can I ask a few more things if you don’t mind?”
“As long as you keep it appropriate.”
“Then... how big is it when it’s hard?”
The moment I gave her permission, she immediately asked a question that was, if not over the line, then right on it.
I couldn’t help but be impressed by her boldness.
“Wow... you’re something else. Do you really talk about this stuff with your friends?”
“Yes, really. We ask each other about bra sizes, even touch each other sometimes.”
When I asked if she really talked about these things with her fellow soldiers, she said it was normal to ask and even touch each other.
If you imagined guys doing that-asking, “What’s your size when you’re hard?” and touching each other’s dicks-it’d be horrifying.
Shaking my head to clear the disturbing image, I noticed Hyun-joo watching me with concern.
“Are you okay, FDO?”
“Yeah. I just imagined something terrible...”
“Oh, I see. But you still haven’t answered my question.”
“...26 cm.”
“What?! 26?”
Her persistence finally got me to quietly say “26,” and her eyes went wide with shock and awe.
Then, in an excited voice, she asked another question.
“Wow... I’ve never seen or even heard of that size. So how thick is it?”
Asking about the thickness now, I saw that same “madness” in her eyes, but at least she wasn’t totally out of control this time, so I decided to let it go.
Honestly, chatting about this kind of risqué stuff with a girl as pretty as an idol wasn’t unpleasant-in fact, it was oddly exciting.
So, instead of answering her question with words, I pointed to her forearm.
“My forearm? Why... Eh?!?”
