Departure
“Su-yeon. You had your fill staring yesterday, and now you're shy?”
Nicola said to Su-yeon, who had turned her head away, his voice laced with playful mischief.
“Want my cock instead of breakfast? Haha.”
He chuckled lowly and stepped closer, right up to her face. At his teasing words, Su-yeon's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. Her pussy began leaking even more slick, the growing dampness in her panties feeling all too vivid. A tingling pull gripped her lower belly, and her legs trembled faintly.
No... not now, really not now... think of Min-jun oppa...
She desperately reined herself in with those inner words. Just then, Nicola chuckled lowly again.
“Haha. Just kidding, Su-yeon.”
He took a step back, waving a hand in jest.
“Don't tease... hurry and change... I'm hungry too...”
Her voice came out small and cracked, almost a whisper. Su-yeon kept her gaze fixed on the floor, face still burning red. Nicola smiled at her like that.
“Got it. I went too far with the joking. Sorry.”
He pulled clothes from the wardrobe and began dressing slowly.
Park Su-yeon... what are you going to do... I'm sorry to Min-jun oppa... but my body reacts like this...
Her heart brimmed with guilt, but her body was brutally honest. Her breasts heaved with rapid breaths, and her soaked panties clung uncomfortably to her crotch. Su-yeon bit her lip hard.
Min-jun's face, Nicola's face, Min-jun's small cock she'd barely glimpsed even after all these years, the endless nights with dildos, and Nicola's massive cock... it all flashed through her mind at once.
Park Su-yeon... snap out of it... eat breakfast... get it together...
She bit her lip tighter, clenched her fists. Then, in her mind, she began singing the national anthem.
Until the East Sea and Mount Baekdu are dry and worn away... may Heaven protect our land for a myriad years...
Singing it calmed her a little. The chaotic images in her head seemed to recede, if only for a moment.
Nicola finished changing and looked at her softly.
“Su-yeon, I'm dressed. Let's go.”
Su-yeon repeated the anthem's refrain once more in her mind, then slowly lifted her head. Still flushed, she murmured in a tiny voice,
“...Yeah. Let's go.”
She walked toward the door first. Nicola followed behind.
Get it together... Park Su-yeon...
And with that, they left the hotel room.
As they walked the corridor, Su-yeon kept murmuring the anthem under her breath. Its melody soothed her tangled emotions bit by bit.
The hotel buffet basked in bright morning sunlight pouring through the windows. Fresh fruits, croissants, scrambled eggs, bacon, yogurt—all laid out bountifully.
Nicola piled his plate high and dug in with relish, flashing her soft smiles now and then. Su-yeon took just a little fruit, yogurt, and toast. She poked at it with her fork, barely eating.
Every bite tasted like nothing.
Nicola glanced at her plate and asked quietly,
“Su-yeon, you're not eating much. No appetite?”
She forced a smile and shook her head.
“...My stomach's a bit off.”
Her voice stayed small and hoarse.
“Probably 'cause you swallowed so much of mine last night? Haha.”
Nicola grinned teasingly. Her face burned hot again. The memory surged back: on her knees in the shower last night, sucking him down, gulping every thick drop of his cum without spilling a one.
Her ears and neck turned scarlet. Her pussy reacted once more, leaking afresh.
“Don't... say that... here...”
Su-yeon dropped her gaze to the floor, whispering.
“Sorry. You seemed so tense, I was just trying to lighten the mood. I'll stop.”
He gazed at her gently. Su-yeon managed an awkward smile.
“...It's fine. Just... my stomach.”
Her voice cracked faintly to the end. A brief silence fell, and they ate on without words.
Sorry to Min-jun oppa... but last night was... too good... what do I do...
Guilt and regret tangled with the lingering thrill of yesterday's ecstasy in her heart.
After breakfast, they returned to their rooms, packed, checked out in the lobby, and left the hotel.
“Wait here. I'll get the car.”
Su-yeon nodded faintly. She stood by the entrance, waiting. Nicola's car pulled up, and she quietly slid into the passenger seat.
Even in the car, conversation was scarce. Su-yeon stared out the window. Paris streets blurred by, but they barely registered.
At the airport, Nicola parked and handed her the bag. He smiled softly at her.
“This is it. Safe travels, Su-yeon.”
He leaned in and brushed a light kiss to her cheek. Warm, soft pressure lingered briefly. Su-yeon's body shivered faintly.
Nicola slowly pulled back, murmuring low,
“Call anytime if you need me.”
He handed her a note with his mobile messenger ID.
“Have a great time in Togo.”
Su-yeon took it with a small nod.
“...Thanks, Nicola.”
She said no more and headed into the airport. Nicola watched from the car until her figure vanished completely.
After security, Su-yeon sat near the gate. Plenty of time until boarding. She gazed at the runways outside, exhaling deeply.
Min-jun oppa... sorry... but last night was too good... if you'd held me more, this wouldn't have happened...
She covered her face with both hands.
What the hell have I done... I'm insane...
Her heart churned with clashing emotions.
“Passengers boarding the flight to Togo, please proceed to the gate now. Thank you.”
At the announcement, Su-yeon rose slowly, clutching her boarding pass, and walked to the gate.
On the plane, she buckled into her window seat. Once everyone boarded, the engines roared, and it taxied, accelerated, and lifted off.
Su-yeon watched Paris recede below. At cruising altitude, cabin lights dimmed. She pulled a blanket over herself and reclined slightly.
Other passengers slept or watched movies. She stared at the clouds a while, then closed her eyes. Exhaustion and emotional whirlpool crashed over her. She curled smaller, breathing deep, and drifted off as memories flickered—last night, Nicola's warmth, guilt over Min-jun, the three months ahead—but sleep claimed her before they could settle.
Hours later, the plane touched down at Lome International Airport. Su-yeon grabbed her bag, cleared immigration smoothly, collected luggage, and wheeled out into the humid African evening air filling the lobby.
She took the pre-booked hotel shuttle to her lodging. After check-in, she dropped her bag and sank onto the bed. Lome's night skyline glittered outside.
She stared at the lights a long while, then rose for a shower. In her robe afterward, she lay back down and picked up her smartphone.
Typing "oppa" stung her chest with guilt, but she forced a smile and hit send.
She set the phone down, turned off the light, and lay staring at the ceiling in the dark room. Lome's night felt far heavier and more humid than Paris's. Only the AC's hum filled the silence.
Su-yeon pulled the blanket tight, but sleep wouldn't come. She breathed steadily. The emotions she'd suppressed all day surged at once: guilt, regret, that intense, sweet pleasure...
Lome's night deepened endlessly.