Chapter 33.2

Chapter 33.2

Miran grasped his p€n!s firmly with both hands and licked her lips with her tongue, lowering her head. Her soft, rounded lips enveloped the gl@ns, gently taking it in halfway.

At that moment, there was a loud knock on the front door.

“Makdung-ah, it’s your sister. Open the door.”

“Ah!”

Startled, Miran’s lips slipped, and her front teeth grazed the gl@ns. Unintentionally, she tightened her grip on the p€n!s as if she might crush it.

“Ugh!”

A groan of searing pain escaped from André’s throat. His jaw clenched, and the muscles in his neck bulged as he tilted his head back.

“Huh!”

Juran pounded on the front door as Miran quickly released his p€n!s and scrambled to her feet, panicking and not knowing what to do.

“Since when did you start locking the door? Miran, open up! Kang Miran!”

Fortunately, André locked the front door when he came into the rooftop room.

With a face pale as a sheet, Miran alternated her frantic gaze between the burly André, his still half-erect p€n!s, and the front door, pulling at her hair in distress.

“What should I do? Oh my God! What should I do!”

Biting her lip and looking around desperately, she shouted loudly when Juran knocked on the door again.

“Uh, unni! I’m in the bathroom! Just wait a bit!”

There was a brief silence.

“Are you pooping? Then I’ll sit on the bench and wait, so take your time and open the door when you’re done.”

“Uh? Uh, okay.”

Miran could hear Juran muttering to herself as she walked towards the bench.

“I should have made a copy of the front door key. Well, it’s only a few days left anyway. Forget it.”

Miran picked up André’s jacket from the chair and the clothes scattered on the floor, then pointed at his gr0!n and whispered urgently.

“It’s my unni! Quickly, kill that thing already!”

With wide eyes, Miran swept all the clothes under the blanket. Then she climbed onto the bed and quietly opened the window.

“Go out through here for a moment!”

“What?”

André, who pulled his briefs back up, frowned as he looked between the half-open window and Miran.

‘Did I hear that right?’

André thought Miran was lying to buy him time to get dressed. Of all times, her family had to show up unannounced in this situation.

Though it was disappointing, he had no intention of sitting here and having a polite conversation with Miran’s sister. It was time to say goodbye and head back to the hotel.

‘Is she seriously asking me to hang out the window like some adulterer caught by a jealous husband? Is she out of her mind?’

As André let out a disbelieving chuckle, Miran frantically gestured for him to hurry.

“Quickly! If my sister sees me with a man, especially a foreign man, undressed, she’ll break my legs and shave my head! There’s space behind the window, so just wait there until she leaves!”

She pulled André’s arm with surprising strength. At that moment, Juran’s concerned voice came through.

“Makdung-ah, are you constipated again? You had such a hard time with that in your senior year. The smell after you used the bathroom, oh, the smell was just unbearable…”

“Unniii! Be quiet, please!”

With her face flushed red, Miran yelled at the top of her lungs while pulling André onto the bed. She pleaded with a face that looked like she was about to burst into tears.

“Please! Just do this to save me.”

André let out a long sigh as he looked down at Miran, then glanced out the window. As she had said, there was a narrow space behind the window, surrounded by a wall up to his thigh. In the corner, there was a jar stand, and a loosely hanging clothesline attached to a metal pole.

Practically pushed by Miran, André finally hopped out the window in just his briefs. She then grabbed a shirt from under the blanket and thrust it into his chest. As soon as he took the shirt, Miran put a finger to her lips and whispered “shh,” before slamming the window shut.