Proxy?

Actually, calling it a proxy is a bit of a stretch. Originally, a true proxy should be able to handle both the body and the mind simultaneously.

So, this is...

Just a light early education.

"I want to marry Tae-yang when I grow up!"

Even that seemed to be a half-failure. Thirty minutes of brainwashing education culminated in a declaration of marriage.

I chuckled and ruffled the head of the little one clinging to me. The frustration of not being understood was overshadowed by the feeling of cuteness.

"Sure, let’s get married."

It’s funny to think it could happen overnight. Still, it’s more satisfying than reading a picture book, so I’m content.

"But to get married...."

"Eek! Tae-yang is going to marry me!"

Just as I was about to say something, another little girl interrupted. This place is so open that it’s hard to do anything one-on-one.

I didn’t have the energy to teach two at once. I managed to send the new girl away and took the original girl out to the pool area.

In a secluded spot between the bookshelves, where unpopular books were stacked, the chances of someone coming were extremely low. For the next hour, this would be a secret space just for the two of us.

I sat the little girl down in a hidden spot and sat across from her.

Then I took something out of my pocket.

"Do you know what this is?"

The slender waist and seductive color. That unique weight. Without a doubt, there is no more stimulating drug for a 4-year-old than this.

It was today’s snack, yogurt.

As expected, the little girl’s eyes widened.

"Oh? Yogurt!"

She then covered her mouth with both hands, as if she had shouted some great secret.

For 4-year-olds, there is no word more foreign than patience. Naturally, she would have gulped it down as soon as it came out, and this was the last yogurt left in the daycare.

I lightly shook the yogurt held between my thumb and index finger. The little girl’s eyes followed the swaying yogurt without blinking.

"Should I give it to you?"

"Yes!"

I twisted the corner of my mouth slightly. I still enjoy teasing others, a habit I need to fix soon.

I put the yogurt back in my pocket.

"No."

My firm answer made the little girl turn pale. If this were a comic or a game, a lightning bolt would have struck her head with a "Kukung-" sound effect.

After struggling for a while, the little girl shouted,

"T-Teacher said! We should share delicious things with friends!"

Selling out the teacher, huh? Later, when she’s a bit older, she might even sell me out.

She tried to sound reasonable with her baby talk. Of course, this was the response I was hoping for.

I lowered my voice and asked in a suggestive tone, putting my hand back in the pocket where I had put the yogurt.

"Then should we share?"

"Yeah!"

"Then go bring the other kids. Let’s share it together."

"Uh, uh? Ah...."

The little girl looked around in rare confusion. Her true feelings were so obvious it was funny.

She probably didn’t want to share with the other kids.

I grabbed one of my sleeves and tugged hard.

"Let’s... eat it... just the two of us...."

It was a pure expression of selfishness and desire at the age of four. Stimulating desire, stimulating selfishness, stimulating guilt.

It’s amazing how a mere 300 won yogurt can stir up human emotions like this. It was quite amusing.

Of course, I had no intention of actually calling the other kids over. I took the yogurt out of my pocket again.

"If you don’t want to, then let’s eat it just the two of us."

"Okay!"

"But we have to keep it a secret that we ate it alone, right?"

Instead of answering, she nodded her head up and down vigorously. She seemed worried that if she answered too loudly, someone might notice.

Carefully, I peeled off the lid covering the top. The orange-colored sugar water sloshed as if it would spill at the slightest movement.

And instead of eating the yogurt first or feeding it to her,

"Ah!"

The little girl was naturally surprised by my action. I stuck my finger right into the bottle. I didn’t just dip it in and out, but fully coated my index finger.

Of course, my hands were clean. I had washed them thoroughly and trimmed my nails.

When I took my finger out, it was covered in yogurt. I held it out to her.

"Here, you eat first."

The little girl looked confused, as if she hadn’t imagined sharing it this way.

But no one could resist the sweet smell wafting from the finger right in front of her nose. Especially since the yogurt from the snack earlier was still fresh in her memory and on her tongue, she would want to eat it somehow.

In fact, it wasn’t that hard to do. If she spilled it while drinking, she would just lick her fingers.

She was probably convincing herself with that thought. There’s no way she would give up this hard-won opportunity just because it felt a bit weird.

Not knowing what this feeling was, the little girl blushed slightly and cautiously opened her mouth.

Between her red lips, an even redder tongue peeked out. They say sweetness is best tasted at the tip of the tongue, is that true?

Her tongue licked my finger. The first time is hard, but the second time is easy. The little girl’s tongue moved faster, as if she were eating candy.

My index finger, which had been covered in sticky sugar water, was now coated in a different liquid. Under the fluorescent light, my index finger shone even brighter.

When I pulled my finger back, the little girl just stared blankly, forgetting to put her tongue back in. She was intoxicated by the sweetness of the yogurt, but that wouldn’t last long.

"Want more?"

"Yes!"

I dipped my finger in the yogurt bottle again and pulled it out. The sticky texture of the sugar water was unpleasant, but there was a living wet wipe right in front of me.

Churreung- Chukchak-

Her tongue movements were even more skilled than before. Earlier, she just stuck out her tongue to lick, but now she opened her mouth and sucked on my finger.

Chuup- Chupchup-

Her tongue moved vigorously, as if she were sucking on a delicious candy. She seemed ready to swallow my finger whole.

I doubt there was any yogurt taste or smell left, but how much longer did she plan to suck? I should take my hand out first. Just as I thought that, I felt a sharp pain at the tip of my finger.

"Ouch!"

When I quickly pulled my finger out, there was a small tooth mark on the first joint. The little girl was also shocked and speechless. She must have been too engrossed in the pleasure.

"Phew...."

I put my other hand on my waist and pretended to be angry. The little girl looked like she was about to burst into tears.

She bowed her head and apologized in a whisper.

"S-Sorry."

I wasn’t angry at all, let alone annoyed. In fact, it was more cute than anything. Of course, I didn’t show my true feelings.

I asked in an even sterner voice,

"Are you really sorry?"

"Yeah...."

I carefully put down the yogurt and hugged the little girl, who looked like she was about to cry. A faint smell of shampoo came from the crown of her head.

"Then will you do me a favor?"

At my words, the little girl slightly raised her head and looked into my eyes.

"Uh, yeah...."

Her eyes were moist, as if tears would spill out at the slightest touch. I couldn’t help but smile. I picked up the yogurt I had put down again.

This time, instead of putting my finger in, I poured it all into my mouth. Then I silently grabbed both of her cheeks. They were so soft, like touching a soft rice cake.

She seemed to have an idea of what was about to happen, as she kept looking into my eyes and then slowly closed them.

She’s more mature than me. Is this the power of dramas? Anyway, I leaned in to meet her expectations.

Smack-

It was just a simple peck, not even a real kiss, but the taste was quite sweet.

*

As dusk fell, the daycare shuttle stopped at the entrance of the apartment complex.

I stared blankly out the window and smiled at the sight of my father waiting in the distance. He didn’t have to come.

I got off the shuttle, brushing off the kids who were clinging to me, not wanting to say goodbye. Among them, Ah-hyun, who was sitting next to me, held my hand until the moment I stood up.

Actually, I was the one being held.

As I stood up and stepped over Ah-hyun’s lap, she whispered to me, grabbing my pants pocket.

"...Do you have to go?"

I chuckled and lightly ruffled her hair.

"Let’s play again tomorrow."

Then I leaned down slightly and blew into Ah-hyun’s earlobe.

"Just the two of us."

At my words, Ah-hyun’s face turned bright red. She just nodded with her head bowed.

After that, she quietly got off the shuttle.

"Tae-yang, bye~"

The daycare teacher waved lightly with a slight bow. I returned the bow and greeted her.

"Have a good day."

My mature attitude beyond my years was already famous at the daycare.

Thanks to that, the teacher smiled and waved without being flustered. Then I talked to my father, who had come to pick me up, about what happened today -of course, not ’that’ part.-

"Tae-yang! See you later!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Some kids stuck their heads out the window and shouted. I don’t even hang out with them much, so I don’t know why I’m so popular.

Still, I couldn’t be rude to the end, so I waved back lightly.

"Be careful and don’t stick your heads out."

The kids quickly pulled their heads back in at my words. Maybe this is the kind of proxy I should be doing.

Before I knew it, the teacher had finished greeting me. The bus left, and my father reached out his hand to me.

"Let’s go shopping with Dad and then go home."

I’m not unfilial enough to slap away his hand in disgust. I obediently took my father’s hand.