Thirst (1)
In all the years I'd lived so far, I'd made more than my share of blunders in front of people I liked—or even just people I was faintly aware of.
There were times my words tangled mid-presentation, times I got swept up in the mood and started singing only for my voice to crack and break.
Every one of those moments left my face burning hot, and later I'd thrash the blankets in regret, but time always softened them into nothing more than embarrassing memories.
But… never once had I imagined this kind of disgrace.
The sensation of creating, with my own body, a sight I desperately did not want anyone to see—something sexual, something shameful—was a kind of experience I had never known until now.
Until now…
When Se-yeong walked in looking exactly as she always did, the first thing that hit me was how completely unlike myself I looked.
My heart skipped a beat late, and my mind went blank for an instant.
Right now…
I reflexively straightened my posture.
I forced my back upright, moved my hands, mimicked the motions I usually made.
Pretending to organize cups, pretending to tidy the counter—yet every movement felt somehow off, awkward.
Afraid our eyes might meet, I couldn't easily lift my head; I just kept rearranging whatever cups came to hand, acting as if nothing were wrong.
Even as the footsteps and familiar voices drew closer, meeting their gazes first felt impossible.
"A-yeong, we're here."
Se-yeong's voice. The same tone as always, always gentle.
"…Yeah. You came?"
I answered shortly. I didn't want them to catch me in this precarious state, and deep inside, guilt was already blooming.
"A-yeong, even though we saw each other over the weekend, it still feels like it's been forever."
Beside her, Hui-yeong smiled and added a line of her own. The two of them were already standing naturally in front of the counter.
Normally I would have greeted them warmly. Right now, even meeting their eyes felt hard.
"…Yeah, it does feel that way."
I offered the words like a half-hearted cover, but my gaze stayed fixed downward.
"A-yeong… are you feeling okay?"
Se-yeong's gentle concern continued. I hesitated for a second. That single question struck exactly where it hurt.
"I'm fine."
I cut it short.
I knew I needed to keep the conversation going, yet my mind kept drifting elsewhere.
Even the slightest movement made me hyper-aware of every tiny sensation.
The more I tried not to notice, the sharper and clearer it became.
"You're acting weird today."
Hui-yeong's words layered on top.
I busied my hands even more. The speed at which I wiped the cups increased; I added unnecessary motions just to keep moving.
"I'm just tired, that's all."
I tried to brush it off, but even after the words left my mouth an awkward air lingered.
Then a familiar voice cut in from beside the counter.
"A-yeong, go tidy up some boxes in the storage room for a bit."
Choi Deok-hun slipped into the conversation so naturally it almost felt ordinary. Before any disgust could rise, the first thing I felt was relief—I could leave this spot.
"And you two—mind watching the counter for a minute?"
Hui-yeong tilted her head and asked,
"Why's that?"
Choi Deok-hun pointed casually toward the back.
"A shipment came in for the storage room and it's a pretty big load. I should've moved it earlier, but the timing never worked out and now it's piled up."
"You're moving it now?"
"Won't take long. I'll just duck in with A-yeong and knock it out quick."
His tone was light, yet his gaze flicked briefly in my direction.
He paused for a second, then smiled again and added,
"In return, grab a free dessert each."
The atmosphere started to loosen a little at those words…
"I'll help too."
Se-yeong offered naturally.
In that instant, the smile on Choi Deok-hun's face faded ever so slightly.
It was a tiny change, yet I felt it with perfect clarity.
He immediately added,
"Nah, it's pretty rough work. I can't put you girls through that."
The tone was soft, but it left no room.
"Watching the counter is more than enough."
"But still…"
Just as Se-yeong tried to speak again,
"It's fine."
He cut her off short.
"I'll take A-yeong and be right back."
In that moment the air seemed to settle into place.
The flow of conversation broke off naturally, and any other choice disappeared.
I stood there unable to say a word, and the second he took my wrist my body locked up on reflex.
That touch was far too natural.
A motion that left no gap for refusal.
I glanced toward Se-yeong for a second.
She still wore the same worried expression from a moment ago, accepting the situation without any real suspicion.
That only made everything feel more complicated.
The moment we stepped into the storage room, what met my eyes was the same familiar scenery as always.
Neatly stacked boxes, materials leaning against the wall, and that ever-present sense of cramped space—everything was exactly as it had been.
There was no extra shipment in sight. I stopped short for a moment.
My gaze drifted naturally deeper inside.
Choi Deok-hun slipped through the narrow gap without a word and headed inward.
That place. The space you could only pass by twisting your body slightly. The spot where I had been alone. Where I'd believed no one was there, that no one would ever know…
The memory rose with painful clarity.
My steps halted for an instant. I hesitated briefly, then finally followed after him.
My breathing grew a little quicker.
…Why here…
Even without asking, I felt as if I already knew the reason.
"Why… did we come here?"
I managed to open my mouth and ask.
Choi Deok-hun didn't answer. Instead he slowly turned his head. His gaze swept once around the space, then returned to me.
"Here."
He said it shortly.
That single word was enough. Even without explanation, I understood exactly what it meant.
I stood there unable to reply at all.
The wall drew closer behind my back. The space felt narrower than I remembered.
Any direction I might have fled was naturally blocked off.
In my head the thought that I should refuse rose clearly. I knew I ought to leave even now.
Yet my feet wouldn't move. Then Choi Deok-hun took one more step closer.
"You remember, don't you?"
His voice low as he asked.
I kept my mouth shut and averted my eyes.
Because I knew exactly what that question pointed to, it already felt as if I'd given myself away without answering.
The air settled heavily.
The space itself seemed to make the present situation sharper, more vivid.
"Why so restless?"
Choi Deok-hun spoke in a low tone.
I gave no answer. I felt that if I opened my mouth I would only reveal more.
"Your hands are shaking, and you can't even meet my eyes."
His words continued. He spoke calmly, yet each point landed with perfect accuracy.
"…That's not true."
I managed a short denial, but even to my own ears it held no strength.
"Is that so?"
He asked shortly, then stepped even closer.
My body locked up on reflex.
"Then… I guess you don't remember what you did here either."
The moment those words fell, my mind stopped for an instant.
"…Stop it."
I pushed back hard, but Choi Deok-hun didn't stop.
"Left alone, thinking no one was around."
He spoke slowly, deliberately breaking the words apart. That scene rose exactly as it had been.
Even when I tried to stop it, it wouldn't stop. My body recalled the sensations it had felt first.
"Right here."
He lightly tapped the floor with his foot.
"Like this."
One short motion. The second I saw it, my breath definitely shook.
"I told you not to…"
My voice dropped lower.
"If you don't want to, you can stop."
A short remark tossed out. It sounded as if he were giving me a choice.
"…"
I couldn't say a word.
Because I knew what that choice truly meant.
I dropped my gaze. I tried to hold out a little longer, but in the end I couldn't endure any more.
"…What do you want me to do?"
Not refusal—words that carried the weight of acceptance.
Choi Deok-hun gave a small laugh.
"We're busy right now… so just a light one with your mouth."
With those words, I no longer stepped back.
I chose the side that wouldn't stop of its own accord.
More skillfully than last time, I took him into my mouth.
"Heh heh heh. Feels good no matter when I take it."
Listening to Choi Deok-hun's low voice, I focused on what was in my mouth.
Because I'd been so conscious of gazes earlier, my body was already burning hot.
Naturally I started to bring one hand toward my clit…
"You can't do that."
Choi Deok-hun stopped my movement. Still holding his cock in my mouth, I lifted my head and looked up at him.
As if waiting for permission…
"Looks like… I can't allow it unless it's me. Even if it's you yourself."
His words struck with cruelty. The fact that I could no longer even do it alone…
Because I was slowly coming to understand that without a man's heat it was impossible, the thought of sneaking it while avoiding his eyes never even rose.
All that remained was the thought that I had to satisfy him first.
I took him deep into my throat and felt his cock. The tip holding that fishy heat, the thick shaft with veins standing out…
A not-short stretch of time passed. No matter how hard I tried to keep my lips closed, saliva kept spilling between them and pooling on the floor.
Schlick— schlick—
"Ghk— ngh—"
Around the time my jaw started to ache, his hips trembled finely, then his rough hand seized my head and drove his cock deep into my throat.
"Take it!"
Spurt—
I focused on the sensation of cum flooding in from my throat down into my body.
The fishy yet strangely sweet taste lingering on my tongue tip, the thick texture…
Somehow I tried to endure to the end without touching myself, but…
…It's not enough…
The air inside the storage room gradually settled again.
I stood leaning against the wall for a while, then slowly steadied my breathing.
My head felt blank. Everything that had just happened floated around unsorted.
"Tidy up a bit and come out."
Choi Deok-hun spoke as if nothing had happened and left first.
I stood there for a long moment before I finally managed to move my body.
I fixed my clothes and wiped a hand once across my face.
I had to make it look as if nothing had happened.
I returned to the counter.
"Took longer than I thought?"
Se-yeong spoke first.
"Was it hard?"
Hui-yeong added lightly with a smile.
"…A little."
I answered shortly. My voice was lower than usual.
"What's wrong with your face?"
Se-yeong stepped one pace closer. I reflexively averted my eyes.
"There was a lot of dust… it got stuffy."
I offered a half-hearted excuse.
"Ah, you worked hard."
Hui-yeong smiled and pushed a dessert toward me.
"Eat this."
I nodded and took it, but the sensation in my hand didn't quite register.
The conversation kept going.
Stories no different from usual. Laughter mixed in, light jokes passed back and forth.
Yet I couldn't fully enter into it.
My body was here, but my thoughts stayed behind in the storage room.
Just a little while ago, that narrow space. The sensations from then.
And that aching, almost-but-not-quite feeling… that sensation lingered long in one corner of my chest.