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Dogun’s Point of View

I don’t know if it was because I was too flustered or if there was something else going on, but one thing was certain: the Senior had never told me the purpose of this outing.

Because of that, I could only pick out clothes that seemed somewhat appropriate, but still, there’s a basic sense of style, right?

So I chose the neatest items from my closet and came out.

Did the Senior feel something was off?

Since there was no response to my question, I couldn’t help but think that way.

“…Is it strange?”

It wasn’t until I repeated the same question again that I finally got a proper reaction from the Senior, who had been looking blankly.

“Ah, no! It’s not strange! It’s fine.”

Her shout was quite urgent, but what followed was an awkward silence.

After rolling around on the floor for a bit, the Senior cleared her throat a few times, regaining the atmosphere. She looked at me as if nothing had happened and opened her mouth.

“Then… shall we go?”

“Yes.”

Nodding in response to the Senior’s question, I started to follow her as she moved ahead.

Before long, a familiar sight appeared before us: a bus stop.

Just two or three months ago, I used to pass by here every morning, but coming back after several months felt strangely sentimental.

So, I found myself staring blankly at the bus stop for a moment before sitting next to the Senior, waiting for the bus she mentioned.

“Number 77…”

“Have you ridden it before?”

“Uh… well…”

Honestly, I didn’t remember.

That was understandable since I was a subway person by default, and when I did take the bus, I only rode the ones that went around the city.

In contrast, the 77 bus the Senior mentioned was a route heading out of the city.

“By the way, if I knew I’d be waiting like this, I should have gotten my license earlier…”

Come to think of it, the Senior was reaching the point where she should have been thinking about such things too.

It made me realize just how long I’d known her.

At the same time, it felt quite nostalgic.

What if it was the Senior I met a short while ago?

Back then, all her focus was on the qualification exam; she wouldn’t even dream of getting a license.

“Just having a license isn’t enough. You need a car too.”

“Well… renting one for a day is an option…”

The combination of a novice driver and a rental car was a horrifying thought from my perspective, being a proud owner of a Class 1 standard license and an experienced driver. But I played along with the Senior’s words.

“Instead, if you really get your license later, why not get a decent used car?”

I couldn’t bring myself to suggest a new car out of conscience.

How could I?

If that actually happened, it was evident what fate awaited that car.

Out of pity for a car that might end up getting terribly sacrificed, I couldn’t say such a thing.

Besides, isn’t it true that you learn how to drive by making mistakes?

So if the Senior really got her license, a used car was undoubtedly the best choice.

‘Well…’

Yoonseo might not know, but the Senior naturally had great athletic skills, so she’d probably shake off the novice status in no time.

“…Is that so?”

“If you really get a car, you know, I’ll be the first in line, right?”

“What’s that?”

Anyway, we were probably chatting away while sitting side by side on the bus stop bench when the Senior mentioned the 77 bus, which arrived with a loud noise, coming to a stop in front of us.

“Ah, it’s here. Number 77.”

Saying that, I stepped onto the bus first, greeted by a surprisingly empty scene.

The buses running toward the city were relatively crowded even during the day, but perhaps this one heading out of town was different.

There were only three passengers who had boarded before us.

Thanks to that, there were plenty of places to sit.

I found a spot by the window, and the Senior followed me onto the bus, sitting in the seat next to mine.

‘Wait…’

There were plenty of seats available around us, yet she chose to sit next to me.

To be honest, I was a bit flustered.

The moment the Senior sat next to me, her unique sweet fragrance invaded my space dangerously.

It was enough to make me flinch involuntarily.

Moreover… it wasn’t just the scent; as the Senior sat beside me, our bodies began to make contact naturally whenever the bus turned or swayed.

The issue was that the sensation of those touches was uncomfortably vivid.

How should I describe this feeling?

It was as if the delicate softness and delightful elasticity of her arms and thighs were teasingly brushing against my body, refusing to be blocked by clothing.

Every time she brushed against me, I couldn’t help but react, and sitting still was no longer an option.

“Uh… Senior?”

I tried to speak—

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

The moment I faced the Senior’s reaction, all the words that had risen to my throat slipped back inside as if they had never been there.

So I had no choice but to mumble awkwardly.

And what happened next?

I had to do my best to endure the sensations.

While the bus wasn’t a popular route, it seemed there were still enough people to fill up the previously empty seats as the bus approached each stop.

After enduring for what felt like an eternity, the moment I managed to escape the bus, what awaited me was—

‘Ah… um…’

A sign painted white that read “Cemetery.”

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