First Experience
My consciousness returns. I still don't want to open my eyes. My head hurts too much, and I have a feeling it'll only get worse if I do. "Ugh..." I roll over onto my side, hoping to steal a few more moments of rest. The pillow feels unusually soft and comforting today. Wait... this isn't my pillow?
The sudden sense of wrongness jolts my half-awake brain into overdrive. Last night—the gathering, the drinking, Han Jieun, throwing up, Jeong Soyeon... Jeong Soyeon.
"Sleeping in pretty late, aren't you?"
A cynical voice drifts from behind me. I force my eyes open despite the pounding headache, my face twisted in a deep grimace. "Fuck... I'm losing it." At the same time, I push myself up with both arms.
I'm waking up in a room I've never seen before, under bedding I've never seen before, completely naked, while being scolded by a woman I met for the first time yesterday.
"Oh... dear god."
As my brain begins to process the situation, the headache intensifies. I quickly snatch up my neatly folded clothes from nearby and start throwing them on. My head feels like it's about to split open.
Jeong Soyeon, seated in a chair, watches me with the fascinated expression of a child at the zoo. A towel is draped over her head, suggesting she'd just washed her hair.
"So? Don't you have anything to say to me?"
I need to figure out what she means by that. Let's think back carefully to what might have happened last night. No matter how I look at it, when a man and woman drink together, there's really only one thing they do. First, I need more information. I'll just have to endure this headache.
"Your place is really nice. Now that I'm sober, it looks even better. Everything's so well organized."
She indifferently runs the towel through her hair. Her eyes, briefly visible between strands, are fixed on me. I dress as naturally as possible, then sit with my back to the corner of the room.
"Better than a motel, at least."
Her voice carries no change in expression, no trace of emotion. This isn't going to be easy. If I don't handle this well, I won't be able to show my face around campus anymore. Since counseling basically requires going to graduate school, Jeong Soyeon will definitely continue there. So will I. My head is spinning.
Maybe it's best to just be honest. These situations always get worse when you try to hide things or control the narrative.
"Um... we used protection properly, right?"
She stops moving her hands and sweeps her hair back. Even on second look, she's stunning. So it wasn't just the makeup. No, I'm just having random anxious thoughts because I'm nervous. Please let her give me the answer I want...
"We didn't. The condom's still right here."
She picks up something from the table and holds it out. That unopened contraceptive device fills me with bottomless despair.
Ha... life can be so cruel sometimes.
My mind isn't working properly. My brain, thrust into an extreme situation, pulls every drop of blood in my body upward to fuel its thinking, but the over-concentrated blood flow only interferes with my thoughts.
No. First things first. Handle the basics.
"I'm really sorry. It was my fault. I can't even forgive myself for getting drunk and doing something so disgusting."
I drop to my knees and lower my head. When apologizing, you must never say things like "I didn't mean to" or "Please forgive me just this once." When you've truly done something wrong, you simply acknowledge your fault and wait for the other person's judgment.
Fuck... why the hell did I do that? I shouldn't have gone to that gathering in the first place. What a fucking mess I've made. She probably won't report me to the police, but I'll definitely be socially crucified. Rumors always spread faster than you expect. The story of a returning student acting like a horny dog and causing trouble—if I were one of the underclassmen, I'd be spreading it too.
No reaction comes from Jeong Soyeon. The wait for her verdict feels like pure hell. I've never caused an accident like this in my life, but today I finally did it. I have no idea what I'll tell my family. What if she gets pregnant? No, doesn't the morning-after pill work if taken within a day? Wait, that's not the point... the real problem is that I went all the way with someone I just met. And she's in the same department, same career path... I really can't see any way out of this. Maybe I should just take a semester off and...
"Pfft!"
Suddenly she bursts out laughing.
"Puhaha!... Khup... Kkukkkuk..."
She's laughing so hard she's crying.
"Ah, you're seriously hilarious. You really don't remember anything from last night?"
She rises from the chair and approaches me. Right up close.
"O-ow..."
She grabs both my cheeks with her hands and stretches them out.
"W-wait a sec..."
Pain and confusion mix together, turning my mind into complete chaos. She torments me until she's satisfied, then finally releases my cheeks with a wide, satisfied grin on her face.
"Go wash up."
"Huh...?"
"I said go wash. Brush your teeth too."
"Okay..."
I wash up as quickly as humanly possible, practically tripping over myself, then dry off. In a situation where I can't even get my bearings, I don't dare waste time. Once I'm mostly dry, I get dressed again and return to Jeong Soyeon.
She's already finished drying her hair and is sitting in front of the TV watching Netflix.
"I'm done washing. Um... by the way..."
Jeong Soyeon looks at me.
"By the way what?"
She doesn't seem angry. Or rather, when I analyze it again, she might be a little angry. Still, it's definitely not disgust or hatred.
"If I did anything wrong last night, I'll apologize sincerely. Can you tell me what happened...?"
The moment I finish speaking, Jeong Soyeon suddenly stands up, grabs the condom from the table, and shoves me down. The impact against my whole body makes me dizzy. Before I can even process what's happening, she climbs on top of me.
"W-wait, what the hell are you—"
"You asked what happened last night, right? I'm just doing exactly what we did yesterday."
She yanks off her top. I'd been certain her naked body would be disappointing in real life, but the figure that fills my vision is more beautiful than any woman I'd ever seen.
She looks at me again. Those eyes seem to read every thought in my mind, leaving me completely unsure where to look.
"Yesterday, it was exactly like this up to this point."
She takes my hand and brings it right up to her chest. I can't believe this is reality.
"Then you stopped me."
Huh...?
"You said it was your first time, that we shouldn't do it while you were this drunk, and you pushed me away."
???
"So we didn't even open the condom box. Nothing happened at all?"
If we didn't use protection... Ah. So we really didn't do anything. A wave of relief washes over me. My subconscious is decent and admirable after all. Thank you, God.
That aside... there's a ridiculously beautiful woman completely naked right in front of me?
"Ah... I see. Still, I'm sorry. We were both drunk and out of our minds, I guess. Anyway, could you put your clothes back on..."
She doesn't react at all. She just stares intently at my face.
"Um... your clothes..."
This situation is completely unreal, but my body responds honestly. Please get off and put your clothes on soon.
"A promise is a promise."
"Huh?"
"You said you wouldn't do it while drunk."
"Uh..."
"So you said we'd do it tomorrow when you were sober."
"Huh...?"
Her hand slips under my shirt near my stomach and lifts it up. Everywhere her fingers touch, every single nerve cell sends an overwhelming, electrifying stimulus straight to my brain.
"You think you're the only one who's a virgin? This is my first time too. I worked up a lot of courage, you know?"
My shirt slides completely off after passing over my head.
"Taxi fare from last night, one night's rent for this place, plus the crime of being infuriating. You'll keep going until I'm satisfied. You agree, right?"
Her arrogant face and eyes look down at me.
"And from now on, for the next three months, you'll call me noona."
She tosses her bra aside too. I feel the limits of words like "pretty" and "beautiful" in my very bones. The two soft curves nestled in her pale skin command every ounce of my visual attention.
"And finally, we're going to say that you confessed and asked me out."
In her neatly organized studio apartment, only our clothes are scattered messily across the floor. As far as I remember, we both have classes today.
"Oh, and one last thing. You're skipping all your afternoon classes today too."
"Okay..."
"Okay? Is that all?"
She pinches my cheek again.
"O-okay... noona."
Only now does she seem satisfied and lets go of my cheek. Instead, those soft lips begin to explore me. The new sensations I've never felt before gather together, directing my blood flow downward. The pleasure and stimulation are far more intense than I ever imagined.
Her hands roam across my body until they find mine. The moment our palms touch, her fingers slip between mine. We both instinctively squeeze. My hands are pulled up above my head. She kisses and savors every visible inch of me. Each time her lips touch my skin, I grow hotter.
"But since it's both our first times... shouldn't we go slow?"
The relentless, aggressive caresses and the powerful pleasure they bring are starting to scare me a little.
"Since it's our first time, I'm going to do everything I've held back my whole life."
She, who had been tasting my body, moves back up. Past her captivating lips, her tongue emerges. I understand her intention immediately. I stick my tongue out to meet hers.
I thought it would be like in the movies, a sticky, romantic exchange, but the more our tongues tangle, the more mine is pushed back. Her persistent tongue ravages the inside of my mouth. The lewd sound of our saliva mixing echoes in both our ears.
For a brief moment, my tongue is freed. She hovers directly above me, letting a long strand of saliva drip down as she stares at me. I can feel her emotions in those eyes. She must be able to feel mine too.
It looks like I'll have a hard time sleeping in my own bed tonight.