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I paused for a moment, looking at the object hanging on the towel rack.

Should I give it back to her, or pretend I didn't see anything?

No way she didn't realize she went home commando.

By now, she must be freaking out and crying her eyes out.

Since something precious is right in front of me, I decided to enjoy the moment.

I reached out for the panties that were still slowly dripping.

Panties soaked with love juices and lubricant.

When I brought it close to my nose, it smelled just like my fingers after I had used a onahole.

This time, I stuck out my tongue and gave the part that touches the genitals a little suck.

It tasted slightly salty, just like when I licked her clit earlier.

As much as I doubted it, this made me realize that the sensations I felt with her and the onahole were indeed real.

The taste and smell proved it, so the feel in my hand and the tightness of a pussy must have been the same as well.

Thinking about it made me hard, but I calmed myself down.

I really wanted to jerk off with the panties like in the comics, but I gave up because they were wet.

Rubbing with soft fabric feels good. It would just hurt in this condition.

For now, I decided to think about the panties later and left them hanging on the rack as I left the bathroom.

I hadn’t eaten lunch and it was already dinner time; my stomach kept growling.

I went to the kitchen to fill my stomach but was too lazy to cook, so I ordered food through a delivery app.

Because it was dinner time, the expected waiting time was about 40 minutes.

I was fully awake and had nothing else to do, so I lay in bed and pondered various things.

Of course, I mostly thought about how to deal with those panties.

It’d be best to act like we don’t know each other and consider it a gift, but that seemed totally unrealistic.

She won’t come looking right now thinking I'm sick and asleep.

Considering her usual personality, she’d definitely come to get them.

How can I give them back without making it awkward?

I thought of various methods like picking it up with my thumb and forefinger, putting it in a plastic bag, or sneakily hanging it on the door handle but dismissed them all immediately.

"It’d be better to wash them before giving them back rather than in their soaked state, right?"

After much thought, that seemed like the best method.

I went back to the bathroom to get the panties and headed to the washing machine.

But when I was about to put them in, it felt wasteful to use the large machine for such a small piece of fabric.

Looking around my room, I saw the laundry piled up over the weekend.

So I started the machine with the panties and the other clothes.

'What can anyone say if I give them back clean?' I thought optimistically.

Beep...Beep...Beep...

After some time, the sound indicated that the laundry was done.

I set up the drying rack and started placing the clothes on it one by one.

Finally, I put the panties on it too.

Ding-dong!

Just then, the doorbell rang indicating the delivery had arrived.

I was quite hungry, so I took the food and started eating immediately.

The food disappeared quickly, and soon after cleaning the bowl, I patted my full stomach.

"Burp... That's filling. They make it really tasty there."

After resting for a while with the empty bowl in front of me, I prepared to go outside to throw away the trash.

There was no place to separate recyclables inside, and leaving food-covered items could attract bugs and smell, so I had developed the habit of immediately disposing of them.

When I opened the door, the warm night air greeted me.

Since there wasn’t much trash, I quickly handled it at the recycling station in front of my house and returned to my room.

It was still 9 PM.

My body was a bit sore, but I wasn’t sleepy.

It was still early to sleep, and with nothing else to do, I just lay in bed playing around until I naturally fell asleep.

When I turned off the lights, the room went dark instantly.

The moonlight coming through the window made it just bright enough not to hurt my eyes.

I had been lying there for about 10 minutes when...

Ding-dong!

"Who is it?"

"Ah, um... it's Yoon Hye-yoon... Can you open the door for a moment?"

"Yes, just a moment."

I got up from the bed and opened the door.

It was a face I had run into often today.

She had a new vibe under the hallway light.

"What’s up?"

"Hello. Were you sleeping? I hope I didn’t wake you."

She was careful not to bother me since the lights were off.

She seemed more fidgety than usual.

"No, I just turned off the lights because my eyes were hurting."

"Thank goodness! I thought you were still awake since I kept hearing the door open and close. I was right."

"What brings you here?"

"Well, I left something earlier... Can I come in to look for it?"

"What item is it?"

Even though I knew, I pretended to ask.

She hesitated, stammering without giving a clear answer.

"Didn’t you see it? It's not something trivial... it’s rather important."

"If it’s important, we should definitely find it. Come on in."

"Thank you. I'll just be a minute."

She immediately went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

I subtly glanced around and headed towards the drying rack.

If she saw it just lying there, my excuse that I hadn't seen it would become a lie, so I had to hide it.

I tucked the white panties under a towel and then sat on the bed, pretending to be on my phone.

A little later, she came out of the bathroom with a suspicious and questioning look.

She probably thought I had hidden the panties.

She approached me with a slightly accusatory tone.

"Excuse me, did you see anything in the bathroom?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That... there was something on the towel rack, a piece of white... fabric."

"The towel rack? If you mean that, I only saw the towel I put out for laundry earlier."

"Laundry? Where is that now?"

"It's already been washed and is drying on the rack."

"Really!?"

Her eyes widened as she quickly scanned the room.

Then she spotted the drying rack pushed against the window and rushed over to check.

She looked from end to end but seemed unable to find it and then spoke again.

"Could I possibly check the washing machine? I think something might have fallen inside."

"Go ahead. The washing machine is right over there."

She searched through the washing machine too but couldn’t find what she was looking for and showed no signs of giving up.

Instead, she was busily inspecting every corner of my room, and it seemed like she might even search my closet next.

Before her suspicions about me grew any further, I decided to give her a hint.

"Look, I need to know what you're looking for so I can help."

"It's... kind of embarrassing to say..."

"Coming over in the middle of the night to rummage through someone else's home... what do you think I would think? I want to rest too, but it's hard if you keep doing this."

"Ah..."

Hearing my words, she seemed to calm down a bit and stopped moving.

She looked sorry, slightly bowed her head, and fidgeted with her clothes for a moment.

Then she finally spoke up again.

"I'm sorry... I got too excited... actually, I came to look for my panties..."

"Panties? Why would your panties be here?"

"In the bathroom earlier... did you..."

"Use them?"

"Aaaaah! No, it's not that... I mean, yes but..."

"Did you forget them here after washing and drying them?"

"No... I didn’t wash them."

"Then the thing you were wiping the floor with earlier... don’t tell me."

"No, it's really not that! It wasn’t anything dirty!"

She seemed embarrassed and covered her blushing face with her hands.

Pushing any further would be mean.

"Since I know what you're looking for, let's look for it together. What color is it?"

"White..."

She answered in a voice so meek it was almost inaudible.

Pretending like it was no big deal, I offered a solution in my usual tone.

"I think it might have gotten mixed up with the towels when I did the laundry. Let's check the drying rack again, shall we?"

"Yes... please..."

We went back to the drying rack and began the project of finding the panties.

I placed the panties under a towel on the left, so I decided to find them first and directed her to the right.

A little later, as I rummaged through the laundry, I deliberately lifted a towel significantly.

Then, a piece of white fabric fell out.

I bent down, picked it up, and showed it to her.

"Could this be it? It was under the towel."

She quickly snatched it from my hand and stuffed it into her pocket without a word.

It was the first time I'd seen her act like that, so I just smiled to myself and stayed quiet.

"Glad you found it."

"Yeah... thank you. I'll be going now."

"Don't worry about washing them again; I cleaned them thoroughly."

"It really wasn’t anything dirty!"

With that, she hurried out of the room.

I was left alone, chuckling softly before laying back down on the bed.

It felt like I had gotten revenge for our gym session earlier.

Seeing her in a new light and understanding a bit more about the onahole made it a pretty good day overall.

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