Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy Chapter 132 - 133 | Don’t Lie to the Demon

They watched three more episodes. Sowhere during the fourth one, ra’s head ended up on Cheon’s shoulder while Cheon’s hand absently played with the end of ra’s black ponytail. Neither acknowledged the comfortable proximity.

When a particularly explicit scene began, Cheon tensed.

"Do people actually..." She trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the screen.

"Have sex in bathrooms at parties?" ra shrugged. "Probably. I haven’t been to that kind of party."

" neither."

"We’re boring."

"We’re dating an incubus." Cheon’s voice was dry. "I don’t think boring applies anymore."

ra laughed so hard she nearly fell off the couch. "Okay, fair. We’re definitely not boring."

The episode ended on a cliffhanger. ra imdiately queued up the next one, but Cheon grabbed the remote.

"We should stop. It’s almost six."

"Ro won’t be back until seven at least." ra tried to wrestle the remote away. "One more episode."

"You said that two episodes ago."

"This ti I an it."

They struggled for control of the remote, ra’s tail wrapping around Cheon’s wrist while Cheon twisted away. Both were laughing, genuinely and without performance.

Cheon won by virtue of having longer arms. She held the remote high above her head, victorious.

"Tyrant," ra accused.

"Class representative."

"Sa thing."

Cheon turned off the TV. ra pouted but didn’t actually argue, settling back into the couch with her phone instead.

"So." ra scrolled through sothing. "Aurora."

"What about her?"

"You told her to bring protection when she slept with Ro for the first ti."

Cheon’s stomach twisted. "How do you know that?"

"Ro told ."

"Of course he did."

"He tells everything." ra glanced up from her phone. "That’s the deal. No secrets between us."

"And you’re really okay with him sleeping with other people?"

"Are you?"

The question landed harder than ra probably intended. Cheon thought about Aurora’s lips against Ro’s yesterday. About the way Ro’s drain had tasted like sumr storms and clean air when Aurora kissed him. About the quest notification that popped up in Ro’s vision showing Aurora at forty-eight percent affection already.

"I signed the contract," Cheon said finally.

"That’s not an answer."

"It’s the only answer I have."

ra set her phone down and turned to face Cheon properly, her expression more serious than usual. "Look. I get it. This whole situation is weird as hell. But if you’re going to be here, actually be here. Don’t just sign papers and pretend everything’s fine when it’s not."

"I don’t pretend."

"You’ve been pretending your entire life." ra’s voice wasn’t cruel, just honest. "Perfect grades, perfect posture, perfect class rep. You think I can’t see you holding yourself together with color-coded tape?"

Cheon’s throat tightened. "I’m handling it."

"Yeah, by organizing spice cabinets at two AM instead of sleeping." ra reached out and touched Cheon’s hand. No drain opened between them, just warm skin against skin. "It’s okay to not be okay sotis."

"I don’t know how to not be okay."

"Then learn." ra squeezed gently. "That’s what I’m here for."

Sothing cracked open in Cheon’s chest. Not breaking, just loosening. She blinked rapidly against the burning in her eyes.

"I thought I’d hate you," Cheon repeated the words from earlier.

"I know. You already told that." ra smiled, softer this ti. "But you don’t."

"No. I don’t."

"Good." ra released Cheon’s hand and picked up her phone again. "Because we’re stuck together whether we like it or not."

"Is that what Ro’s drain does?" Cheon heard herself ask. "Bond people together?"

"Maybe. Or maybe we just both have terrible taste in n." ra’s grin returned. "Could go either way."

Cheon found herself smiling back. Real and unforced.

They returned to studying, but the atmosphere had shifted again. Easier. Less performance on both sides. ra actually retained information this ti, working through practice problems with increasing confidence. Cheon explained concepts without her usual impatient edge when ra asked questions.

Around six-thirty, Cheon’s stomach growled.

"Told you we should have made more pasta." ra looked up from her textbook. "Want to order sothing?"

"Ro said he’d bring food."

"Ro also said he’d be back by five and it’s almost seven." ra grabbed Cheon’s phone from the table. "I’m ordering."

"With whose money?"

"Ro’s, obviously." ra pulled up a delivery app. "He gave his card, rember?"

"For shopping. Not for unlimited food."

"Food is shopping for your stomach."

"That’s not how budgets work."

"Watch prove you wrong." ra added several items to the cart. Thai curry, spring rolls, pad see ew, mango sticky rice. "There. Dinner and dessert."

"That’s eighty dollars of food."

"Ro’s rich. He won’t notice."

Cheon wanted to argue but couldn’t find solid ground. Ro had explicitly told them to use his resources. And they did need to eat.

"Fine. But I’m paying him back."

"You’re so weird about money." ra confird the order. "Thirty minutes for delivery."

"I’m not weird. I’m responsible."

"Potato, potato."

"That doesn’t work in text."

"Worked fine." ra set the phone down and stretched again, her shirt riding up to expose red skin along her stomach. "So what else do normal roommates do?"

"Study."

"Besides studying."

"Sleep."

"Besides sleeping."

Cheon considered. "Talk about boys?"

"We’re already doing that. Ro is literally our entire social life." ra tapped her chin. "What about gossip? Normal girls gossip, right?"

"I don’t gossip."

"Of course you don’t. That’s why you need to teach you." ra pulled out her phone again and opened so kind of social dia app. "Okay, so. Emma from Combat class? She’s dating that guy with the tal skin."

"I don’t care."

"Wrong answer. You’re supposed to say ’really? I didn’t know that’ and then ask for details."

"Why would I ask for details about people I barely know?"

"Because that’s what friends do." ra scrolled further. "Oh, this is good. Rember that girl from Class 1-C with the pink hair? She got caught making out with Professor Hale’s teaching assistant."

"That’s against school policy."

"That’s why it’s interesting."

Cheon found herself leaning in despite her better judgnt. "What happened?"

"See? You do care." ra pulled up a screenshot. "TA got fired. Girl got two weeks suspension. And apparently they’re still seeing each other off campus."

"That’s incredibly irresponsible."

"That’s incredibly romantic."

"Those are opposites."

"Not always." ra kept scrolling, showing Cheon various posts about classmates, teachers, and campus drama. Half of it was probably fabricated or exaggerated, but ra narrated each story with such enthusiasm that accuracy seed secondary to entertainnt value.

Cheon absorbed the information despite herself. She’d spent three years at Coastline focused exclusively on grades and rankings, never paying attention to the social dynamics unfolding around her. ra seed to know everything about everyone.

"How do you keep track of all this?" Cheon asked.

"I pay attention to things that matter."

"Gossip matters?"

"People matter. Gossip is just the surface layer." ra’s tail flicked toward Cheon. "Like, I knew you were into Ro before you figured it out yourself."

"That’s not true."

"You watched him walk into class on day one and your Essentia spiked so hard I felt it from the back row."

Cheon’s face burned. "I was monitoring his signature because sothing felt off."

"You were monitoring his ass."

"I was not."

"Panda. You reorganized your entire planner around his schedule within forty-eight hours." ra grinned. "Don’t lie to the demon."

The doorbell rang, saving Cheon from responding. ra hopped off the counter and grabbed cash from her bag, returning monts later with several bags of Thai food that slled incredible.

They ate directly from the containers while sitting on the floor with the coffee table as their surface. Cheon used proper utensils while ra sohow made chopsticks look aggressive.

"This curry is amazing," Cheon admitted after several bites.

"Told you." ra spooned more into her bowl. "Ro’s going to be mad we didn’t save him any."

"He should have co ho on ti."

"Listen to you. Ho." ra’s yellow eyes glead. "Three days and you’re already claiming territory."

"I’m not claiming anything."

"Your toiletries are in the master bathroom. Your pajamas are in his dresser. Your highlighters are organized by color on the bookshelf." ra counted on her fingers. "You’ve claid everything except the actual boyfriend."

"Ro isn’t property to claim."

"But you want to anyway."

Cheon set down her fork carefully. "Don’t you?"

"Obviously." ra ate more noodles. "But I’m honest about being possessive. You pretend you’re just being practical."

"I am being practical."

"You sleep naked in his bed and wear his shirts in the morning. That’s not practical, that’s dostic."

Cheon had no response. The observation was accurate.

"It’s okay to like him," ra said quietly. "Like, actually like him. Not just the drain or the sex or whatever."

"I know that."

"Do you?" ra’s tail wrapped around her own waist. "Because you keep treating this like a business arrangent instead of admitting you’ve got feelings."

"Feelings complicate things."

"Things are already complicated." ra gestured at the apartnt. "We’re living with a guy who drains powers through sex. Complications are baseline."

Cheon picked up her fork again, needing sothing to do with her hands. "When did you know?"