A Half-Year Milestone
“Aah, ah!”
“Yeoeun, the sound… the sound is carrying…!”
“Hnnng- hnn! But, but it feels so good♥”
I was wedged between some massive boulders, thrusting my hips into the pussy that had pushed aside Yeoeun’s bikini bottoms. We’d done it in a valley before, but unlike that time, we were doing it in a dangerous place where anyone could wander by. The reason was simple: our eyes had met. It felt good, so we just went for it. I knew it was nothing more than a public nuisance to anyone else, but we were reckless.
Squish, squelch, squish, squelch, squish♥
Every time I rammed into my girlfriend’s raw, wet pussy, my cock came back coated in a thick layer of juices. Given the urgency of the situation, skipping the condom had become second nature. I still didn’t really know her safe cycle, but depending on Yeoeun’s mood, if she felt good, she gave me tacit permission.
Splurt— splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt♥
“Nng, haaah… ahhh♥ It’s coming in…♥”
I finished with a raw, internal ejaculation that left my brain tingling with relief. As I tensed my glutes and pumped every last drop deep inside her, Yeoeun trembled in my arms, shivering with pleasure. When you think about it, pulling out and risking a mess of semen on the outside was more troublesome, so this was the best option. We did it just once in that dangerous spot. After I’d spent everything, I started getting paranoid about people watching, and the ground was too slippery to go for another round.
Once we were done, I helped her adjust her skimpy bikini, and I tucked my own equipment back into my swim trunks. As we headed back toward the beach, Yeoeun clung to me, whispering softly.
‘Honey, everything you just shot inside… it’s all leaking out over my swimsuit, isn’t it?’
“…….”
‘Mmm, every time I walk, it feels like it’s sloshing around inside me…♥’
The only reason she was reporting this with such lewd talk was to signal that we should go back to the hotel room and finish what we started. She clung to me, making it obvious how much she’d enjoyed the thrilling, unconventional experience, and acting as if she were looking forward to more.
That’s how we spent the entire first day of our trip. After that little moment of madness on the first day, the rest of the trip was fairly normal.
“Whew! It feels so good to cut through the wind like this!♡”
We went for a drive along the coast, and—
“Wait, wait… why is this thing so fast…!”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m not the one doing it, the horse is just taking off on its own…! Oh my!? Honey, honey!”
“Hold on, mine is heading down a weird path on its own, too!”
We even rode Jeju ponies that refused to listen to a word we said.
“Honey, do you not like raw fish?”
“I don’t hate it… but my stomach isn’t the strongest, so I can’t eat a lot.”
“That’s a shame. You’re missing out on one of life’s pleasures. ……Nom♥”
We finished off the day with a hearty meal of fresh sashimi. In total, we spent four days and three nights playing in a very ordinary way. We followed the standard course for any normal couple, and because we were so busy running around, the four syllables of “overseas travel” quietly faded from our minds.
“Hehehe, that was fun. I’m glad I followed my boyfriend to Jeju Island♡”
Back at the domestic airport, Yeoeun acted as if she’d never been angry in her life, standing on her tiptoes to pat my head like she was praising a puppy. She’d called me a retriever before, so I suppose it was literally treating me like a dog, but the catch was that I didn’t actually mind my girlfriend patting my head.
‘She’s using the word “boyfriend” pretty naturally now, isn’t she?’
At first, she’d been so embarrassed she looked like she might die, but now, the new title for each other had become second nature. The overall impression of the trip was just that—ordinary.
Squeeze!
“……♥”
But depending on who you’re with, everything changes. In truth, the travel destination is just a backdrop; the experience is defined by whose hand you’re holding. Now, no matter what anyone said, we were officially a couple. There were no more conflicts to resolve, and we were cruising along without any major waves.
‘What is Yeoeun thinking right now…?’
Human hearts are fickle, and because of that, I actually started to feel anxious. Since things were moving along so calmly, I found myself worrying about what the next step would be. A couple who were crazy about each other. The early days of dating where just making eye contact made us laugh. What stage would we ascend to next?
It was just good. I never dared to imagine I’d be like this, but I’m grateful every day for this stability that settles over me, even as I get excited every time we meet.
‘……♥’
Whenever I’m running the studio and I turn on my phone to see the three characters , I feel a surge of energy and my mood improves. I love the shyness my boyfriend hides inside whenever we meet—the way he tries to suppress his embarrassment while we rub our bodies together, showing me the longing he’d been holding back because of work. I truly never thought I’d find someone I could proudly call my “boyfriend.” To think that a man exists who doesn’t bore me, and with whom I can rub my body while playing out all the fantasies I’ve imagined in my head.
‘…Is it really just because his cock is thick?’
I’ve thought about that seriously. Honestly, after we first matched up in bed, we haven’t stopped having sex, and that powerful tool of his is a treasure I truly discovered. But if you ask me if that’s all it is, I tilt my head in doubt. Because besides that wicked weapon, this man has his own strange, MSG-packed ramen soup flavor.
“That… I booked separate rooms, you see? Ahaha…”
At first, he couldn’t even take what was given to him, as if he were just teasing my patience.
“I’m sorry. The mood was… so I canceled the Hawaii tickets in advance…”
He’s clumsy, and—
“I started working out, is it that obvious? Ahaha!”
He often does foolish things I can’t understand. Should I call it a meticulous personality that isn’t actually perfect? From my perspective, there are many mysterious parts of him that I can’t quite grasp. Yet, whenever I tease him and we rub our skin together, his inner thoughts become so transparent, and I love how he shows me he’s crazy about me.
It’s the feeling of puzzle pieces that seemed like they wouldn’t fit at all, but when you flip them over, they click together perfectly. The way the nights pass by in a blur whenever we meet proves it.
Perhaps that’s why I think this: as the years pass and the days spin by faster and faster, I wonder—
‘Am I getting old, too?’
I, Joo Yeoeun, have spent my whole life chasing thrills. If it was fun, I did it; if it wasn’t, I dropped it without regret. Even now, every day is fun, so I’m still enjoying myself, but a sense of stability has been added to that enjoyment. I don’t dislike the nuance of this “stability” itself, but if this is a sign that I’ve lost to time, it feels frustrating. I hated the feeling of finding stability because I’m getting older. It’s completely different from the nuance of an older woman who, having failed to find someone she truly loves, is desperately trying to find a stable husband—
“Yeoeun.”
“……Yeah?”
I returned to reality, having been lost in thought while resting my chin on my hand at the cafe. How much time had passed? Before I could even check the time on my phone, my boyfriend’s face was blooming with flowers again today. I chuckled at the face he made—he always looked like he was dying of happiness whenever he saw me—and then he suddenly started pulling something out of his work bag.
“? What’s this?”
A square gift box. I stared at it blankly, wondering why he was giving me a gift all of a sudden, and he gave me permission to open it.
‘Wine… is it champagne?’
It was out of the blue. Why a gift of alcohol? I asked him what day it was, and he replied:
“I calculated it, and today is exactly our 180th day.”
“…Oh?”
180 days. I was so surprised that I’d already been with him that long that my eyes went round like a fish. When I came to my senses, I realized this year had passed particularly quickly, and the time we first met felt quite far away. The heat was fading and the leaves were falling now, but when we met at that restaurant, it was still chilly early spring.
“Of course, it’s not the date we officially started dating, but… I thought the date we first met would be better.”
“Wait a second. Isn’t 180 days a bit of an ambiguous anniversary?”
Come to think of it, we hadn’t even celebrated our 100th day. We’d skipped the 100-day mark because it overlapped with the period we’d just started officially dating, making the math complicated, but 180 days felt like such an ambiguous number.
“It’s just… I prepared it feeling like half a year had passed.”
“Half a year? Why is half a year the standard for an anniversary?”
“You said it before, didn’t you? That you couldn’t keep the men you met for even three months.”
“!”
He really remembers even the smallest details. My boyfriend looked so proud—the kind of look that makes you want to flick his forehead—and said:
“Others couldn’t last three months, but I passed the half-year mark. I won! That’s how it feels… ahahaha.”
“…….”
“I know it’s a bit over the top, but I couldn’t help it because it feels so good.”
Should I call him innocent? He’s such a fool. He’s a fool, but it’s so cute that there’s no helping it.
‘An anniversary gift…’
Come to think of it, this was my first. I never had the chance to receive one from other men, and the truth is, I never even allowed them the leeway to do so. Soon, I felt grateful for his heart. It was strangely overwhelming, and I felt so enriched that I wondered what this was if not the feeling of being in love.
Even so, I had a complaint about such a surprise gift.
“If you’re going to prepare something, you should tell me. I’m the only one empty-handed, so I feel like an idiot.”
“? But the gift is already prepared, isn’t it?”
“? You prepared a gift?”
He scratched his cheek as if he were embarrassed and said:
“After we drink the champagne together… I planned to unwrap the gift wrapped in clothes on the bed… wasn’t that the plan?”
“Puhah!?”
A laugh escaped me at his subtly lewd joke. Perhaps because time had passed, he was the one making these kinds of dirty jokes now. I was surprised, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop the smile of pure joy from spreading across my face.
‘Hehehe, look at this guy♥’
It’s good. It’s so good that I’ve forgotten what the word “good” even means. It felt like my boyfriend had been stained by my blackness in every corner. To further stimulate that blackened heart, I pushed my cleavage together and said:
“Then, shall we go unwrap the gift right now?”
“S-shall we?”
“Hmm… would your place be closer from here?”
“Ah, wait, let me use the bathroom before we go.”
“Okay, hurry back♡”
Before I knew it, our places had become closer than any hotel. To avoid unnecessary expenses, we were gradually giving each other more of our own space. Personally, I prefer my own place, but there’s something about the cozy feeling of my boyfriend’s place, even if it is a bit small, that I like. I’m getting used to his unique scent, and it’s strangely reassuring.
‘The bed was a bit narrow for playing around for a long time… should I try to persuade him to buy a bigger one while we’re at it?’
That idea suddenly crossed my mind. I’d thought about how a twin bed might be better since we’re over so often, but then—
‘……! No, no, doesn’t that sound like I want to get married and move in?! No, married… married?! I’m insane. Oh my god… I must have caught something from Dad!’
My body flushed hot at the thought of something I’d never done in my life. I was about to head out of the cafe to avoid sitting there with my embarrassing delusions, when—
Thump.
“!”
“Ah, sorry—”
“!!? Y-Yeoeun?! Is that you, Yeoeun?”
“……Ah?”
I turned around. A neatly parted hairstyle. A height slightly shorter than my honey’s, and distinct features. The moment I saw him, my face twisted unconsciously. Unfortunately, he was a rather peculiar human being, so I remembered him the second I saw his face.
“Jeon Seong-mu.”
A man I’d met in the past. For some reason, my expression darkened significantly.