I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

Rachael stared at him for a while before moving towards him and gently pressing her forehead on his.

"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked again.

"I am."

She pulled away. "Then why are you asking that? Don't you remember, or are you joking with me again?"

"No, I don't think I am. Just tell me. I just want to make sure I have everything on the right track." Ha Joon had a serious look on his face, so Rachael knew it was a big deal.

"Well, it happened a few weeks back. We got a call from the state hospital that you had been in an accident. Apparently, you were stabbed through the head and had brain damage or something like that. Your dad took it upon himself to come check on you, though you were in a coma for more than 9 months. You miraculously woke up one day and were completely healed."

Ha Joon's eyes widened, the memories of those moments flashing before his eyes.

"I was scared. I didn't want you to go. What if we hadn't gotten the call? You would have died. So I begged you to stay, and you did. You even told Mom and Dad you were willing to stay with them again," Rachael explained thoroughly.

"There, do you remember now? It's probably the side effects of the surgery. I should tell your dad so he—"

Before Rachael could stand up, Ha Joon grabbed her by the hand. "No, don't. I just wanted you to tell me."

"You sure?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"Yes, you would."

"Yes, I would, but this isn't one of those times!" Ha Joon released his hold and lay back on the bed. "I promise, I'm fine."

"You better. Let me go assist your mom with dinner. You stay in bed and rest a bit more. Bye."

To his surprise, Rachael kissed him on the lips before walking out of the room and closing the door.

His finger lingered on his lips for a while. 'It was just a dream? Sigh, probably why I don't remember much of what happened there. Ahhh, I feel so frustrated though…dammit.'

Ha Joon Kim fell asleep.

…

Later that night.

Ha Joon was bathing in the bathroom, soap foamy on his hair as the running water showered on his back.

He had not left his room since he woke up. Rachael had been the one bringing him anything he needed—apparently, she was already his girlfriend.

Of course, he had no memory of this, but dating Rachael had always been something he had considered. Since it happened, why not go with the flow?—was his thought.

As he stood under the running water, he suddenly heard a knock on the glass door.

"Joony, are you still in there?" Rachael's voice echoed from the other side.

"Rachael? Yeah, still here!" Ha Joon responded.

Standing in the bathroom, he gently opened the shower curtain, peeking to see Rachael's reflection through the glass door.

"Okay, I thought you went on without me. I'll be joining you."

"Okay."

'Eh?!' He finally realized it. Rachael was going to bathe with him.

'There's no way she would actually… right? She wouldn't—'

Grrrr

The door opened, and in walked Rachael, with only a white towel wrapped around her body.

Ha Joon was surprised, but that was just about it. He didn't seem all that affected by the fact she was standing in front of him, half-naked.

Rachael was an extremely pretty girl. Most guys would kill to be with her. Her lips were soft, her hips clearly lustrous, and even her voice could make the weakest of men erect.

But yet—

"You're actually serious? You want to join me?"

—Ha Joon still felt a wave of guilt, for reasons unknown to him.

"We do this every time, or have you also forgotten this too?" Rachael pouted.

"Hahh, of course not. I was only teasing you." Ha Joon laughed a bit before opening the curtain completely.

"Better~" her frown turned into a smile.

Locking eyes with him, she slowly reached for the side of her towel and loosened it.

The towel dropped to the ground, revealing Rachael's naked body.

She then grabbed both of her boobs and began to massage them, caressing the soft buns in front of him.

"Uhm, Joony, do you think my left boob is bigger than my right?" she asked.

"I didn't know that was a thing," Ha Joon replied, his eyes not leaving her breasts.

"I'm not surprised. All you know how to do is finish sick on them. Now that I think about it, I do owe you something for helping me with my history class the other day," Rachael said as she licked her lips.

Ha Joon understood. He didn't remember what it was, but he definitely understood.

"Yes. You did mention that." He stepped out of the bathroom.

Rachael giggled. "You're so predictable. Fine, fine, I came prepared anyway. Okay, sit down."

Ha Joon didn't waste a second. He instantly went to his knees, his hands calmly placed on his lap while his elephant trunk poked up, just begging to be touched.

Rachael walked forward and rested her butt cheeks on the edge of the washing machine so she could balance herself.

Ha Joon was a bit confused as to what she wanted to do.

Suddenly, Rachael raised a foot, wiggling her toes as she smiled at him. "I've been practicing it, just the way you like it."

'Practicing what? Damn, don't tell me she's going to? That's one of my weirdest kinks, and I make sure not to tell anyone about it… don't tell me I actually told her…'

Rachael carefully placed her foot on the cap of Ha Joon's dick and then slowly positioned it between her big and small toe.

And then, she rubbed it down, all the way to the end of his shaft.

Ha Joon's head gazed up at the ceiling as a rush of pleasure fell over him.

'She's going to give me a footjob!'