007. Opportunity (Complete)
It was an unfamiliar ceiling.
Of course it is... A perfectly logical conclusion. There was no reason for the ceiling to be familiar when he'd slept somewhere else.
He'd stayed at a motel last night. The Friendship Motel. With his childhood friend of over ten years.
I want to kill whoever named this place. The owner must have been a comedian who'd registered it as a sole proprietorship. Some failed gagman no one laughed at on the nighttime stage. It wasn't hard to imagine his school days had been lonely and harsh, ending with the doors closing like a defunct Gag Concert.
Anyway, that's how it was. Last night, he'd fucked his childhood friend's pussy all night long.
...
A strange guilt crept in.
I went and did it after all.
She wasn't his little sister, or a minor, or even someone guarding her premarital virginity. What they'd done was just something any adult man and woman could do anytime. And yet, an odd sense of taboo hung thick in the air.
"Seong-u, did you do your homework?"
"What?"
"I... was too busy helping around the house yesterday..."
"This is the last time."
"Seong-u, thank you so much."
Shin Na-young had grown up in tough circumstances, so she often came to school without her homework. She'd show up in a frayed secondhand uniform, fretting over assignments, and he'd always help her out. She'd flash him a bright smile of gratitude.
"Wanna hit the PC bang today?"
"Sorry... Seong-u, I'm busy."
"If it's money, just come anyway."
She wasn't the type to turn down an offer like that. If she wanted something, she'd grin with her eyes and snatch it up.
"...For real? I can get ramen too?"
"Jeez. Whatever."
"Thanks, Seong-u! Hehe."
Shin Na-young was damn good at FPS games. You know how every class has that one girl who's weirdly pro at FPS for no reason? Thinking back, she had the best dynamic vision in the company. Not that it mattered since she barely played games.
"Seong-u..."
"..."
"Am I stupid?"
"I told you not to say that."
Comforting her was part of his role too.
"You'll make it. I guarantee it."
What confidence had let him make such bold promises back then? He felt like his past self had been so immature. Not that the present him was much different.
Anyway. That childhood friend was lying naked beside him right now, curled up like a shrimp. A white sheet draped only over her waist. Between her neatly pressed thighs and firm ass, her pretty little pussy was clenched tight and fully exposed.
...
Looking closely, a string of dried semen dangled messily from below her pussy. He reached out with a finger and gently stroked it, scraping off the crusted cum. It flaked away like dried milk with a faint rustle.
"Ngh... Hnngh..."
She wasn't fully awake yet. Shin Na-young's thighs twitched on instinct. Finding her reaction adorable, he teased her stiff clit a bit more.
"Eek... Hic..."
Sobbing softly, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up.
"S-Seong-u... what're you doing?"
He ignored her and slipped his finger inside, lightly scraping the walls. It started getting slick and wet bit by bit.
"Ahng... Hnng... Morning already... seriously..."
"Na-young. You awake?"
"You're, ah, ngh... fingering my pussy... how could I not wake up."
Morning sunlight filtered in. Car horns blared outside the window. Shin Na-young shot him a slightly resentful look.
Seeing her sporty naked body brought back fragments of last night. A long, intense night. Memories of admiring, pinning down, and ravaging her beautiful figure. Imagining it got him hard again, morning or not.
...How many times did we go? Two or three, maybe.
"Hnng...!"
He wrestled her over as she tried to roll away. A shy expression. As he mounted her, her eyes filled with defiance amid her ragged breaths.
"Seong-u... it's morning! Morning!"
"I know."
It was Saturday anyway. A day he could go to the office or not. Motel checkout could be extended, and time was on their side. He latched onto one of her cute pink nipples dangling from her breast and sucked hard.
"Kyaaang...!"
So sensitive. Her eyes rolled back completely. Just that tiny stimulus melted all the tension from her thighs and arms. In the end, she was pinned under him again.
"You're bad..."
He slipped his naughty hand between her legs. Despite the morning hour, was the stimulation too much? Her pretty pussy was drooling thickly. He worked his middle finger knuckle-deep to torment her while licking the side of her neck.
Will we ever do a threesome? Living like a fish tank owner brought trashy thoughts.
Shin Na-young impaled on me while eating out Han Yu-ra's pussy... what would that feel like?
Han Yu-ra and Shin Na-young seemed jealous of each other. What emotions would that play stir up? Probably self-loathing.
Im Seong-u... this is when you should feel guilty. Got it? Angel Im Seong-u spoke from his heart.
You're a damn fish tank manager. You nailed your childhood friend and that's the crap you're thinking? Reflect on it.
Just because he had some talent. Just because he could code a bit. If he wanted sexual revenge on Han Yu-ra, he should've kicked Shin Na-young to the curb. But he hadn't. He couldn't reject Shin Na-young, who'd loved him for ten years. Nor could he give up revenge on Han Yu-ra, who'd tormented him.
"Seriously... ngh, that tickles... what're you thinking...? This early..."
Caught red-handed. She probably meant "what kind of perv jumps you first thing," but it stabbed his heart anyway.
Demon Im Seong-u spoke. Just build the harem, Seong-u.
How do I convince both sets of parents?
Fuck if I know. That's future you's problem.
The demon had no plan, so he made his dick hard out of guilt instead. Shin Na-young grabbed his cheeks with her small hands and stared straight into his eyes.
"You, were thinking, hnng... something weird, right? Busted... ahang...♡"
"No..."
"You were...!"
"No, I wasn't. Look in my eyes."
She glared at him with resentful eyes.
"Fine... sorry for doubting... hnng."
He silently sucked her breast and slid one hand down to her lower abs, etched with pretty ten-pack abs. Using thumb and middle finger, he relentlessly teased her clit and the insides of her pussy.
Shin Na-young wailed like she was dying, panting for breath.
"Ahng... Hic...♡ Im Seong-u... hic... you're too much..."
"..."
"I... love you..."
Her voice cracked as her wet pussy clenched. He felt the last knuckle of his middle finger squeezed tight. Firm pussy walls.
"...I like you too."
Was this something he shouldn't say? But not saying it now might hurt her more.
"Seriously... hic... you won't even say you love me to the end..."
Haa... Forgive me, Na-young. Your innocence is turning me on even more.
He pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy entrance. Already steel-hard, it throbbed wildly at the hot gateway.
"Haa... Hnng... Im Seong-u, hnng... you bastard..."
"..."
He didn't feel like being rough with her right now. Her lips quivered. Right after cursing, she whispered sweetly.
"...I love you. You bastard..."
Her words tugged warmly at his chest. He didn't want to toy with her feelings, but he noticed her mood had softened a lot compared to last night.
"I'm putting it in."
"Hey, you..."
As Shin Na-young started to curse, his cock plunged deep inside. Even shoving his three-centimeters-shy-of-full-length dick in by force pressed hard against her cervix.
"Hrng, ngh..."
Morning. They enjoyed a languid fuck. With their bodies joined, he pinned her down as she gushed enough to soak his pubes. Shin Na-young gasped roughly beneath him.
"Ha, haa, hic... hnnng... idiot... last night, haa... hurt, you know..."
More aggressive than yesterday, she clung to him. He asked,
"Better now...?"
"Dunno..."
Her slug-like sticky body stuck to him in missionary, unwilling to let go even as he thrust. Sweat poured from her, soaking them both. Rubbing sweaty flesh together felt amazing.
Squelch, squelch, splurt.
"Mmwah..."
Their lips met naturally. Her dazed expression, brows furrowed slightly as she hung on his lips—it was so fucking hot. Savoring his mouth, she wrapped her legs around his waist like she wouldn't let a drop of cum escape.
"Phah... haa... hnng... Seong-u."
"...Yeah?"
Beneath her flushed red cheeks, thick fluid mixed with his saliva dribbled from her lips.
"You can... cum inside..."
She averted her gaze as she said it. Her mouth spewing dirty talk while her pussy took him balls-deep was perfect.
"You take your pill?"
"Asking... ngh...♡ now? Yeah?"
She glared like she was pissed, and her clenching pussy was adorable in her anger. They savored each other's body heat through the morning.
.
.
.
The women he met all had similar interests.
"Seong-u."
"Yeah...?"
"So, did you fuck Han Yu-ra?"
"Yeah."
Shin Na-young looked dumbfounded.
"Not even hiding it anymore. Impressive. Was it good? Huh? Her watermelon tits feel good?"
Jealousy. What was its etymology? Maybe from "pussy two"—with two pussies, they're bound to fight. He wasn't sure if his Hangul-creating ancestors knew English, but damn, what a fitting name.
"Thinking something weird again?"
She pinched his nipple hard. He swatted her hand away in pain.
"No."
"Say it to my face."
"Nope."
"..."
Realizing she couldn't prove his thoughts, Shin Na-young sighed and pulled the white sheet over herself.
"Seriously... I have no idea how I ended up besties with you... my life..."
She buried her face between her knees. Last night, though no booze, she'd gotten into the mood too.
"I won't lie to you about my thing with Han Yu-ra."
"Brag much?"
Trashy, sure, but he was done with the guilt. Han Yu-ra had wronged him, and Shin Na-young was an adult.
Nothing to be ashamed of, right?
He'd been through hell the past year. Sure, someone might say "just one year at a shit startup," but he'd even tried psychiatrist-prescribed meds for a month. So he could hurt Han Yu-ra a bit. Only a little sorry to Shin Na-young. This much was fine to own proudly.
"Just... lie about it. Take that much responsibility."
"..."
Even as she said it, she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"...I'm such an idiot."
"...Huh?"
"One year. Exactly one. Won't wait longer."
No logical reason to stop her.
"So decide quick. Got it?"
"...Yeah."
He stroked her hair. They held each other quietly for a few minutes.
"Seong-u."
"...Yeah?"
"Bored. PC bang?"
"Sure."
Han Yu-ra would stay cuddled like this. Killing time in a warm embrace—she loved that. But Shin Na-young felt different. She hated boredom.
"Seong-u."
"What?"
"Were you thinking of Ms. Han Yu-ra just now?"
"No."
"Don't think of other girls when you're with me."
"Got it."
They left the motel room.