On Another Bed
I'd seen the other two off with a reasonable amount of care and come back. Now I needed to focus on Song Hanna.
She didn't say a word. She was still buried under the blanket exactly as I'd left her, the same way she'd been a moment ago.
Was this her idea of consideration—knowing I was tired from having just had sex with the two women in front of her? Or was she simply not saying anything at all?
Then again, the moment I stopped patting her, she went rigid and motionless, a nonverbal protest aimed squarely at me.
Pat, pat. Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I kept at it for a long while, just sitting there and stroking her through the blanket, until those rigid defenses finally started to come down. The loosening fabric, the face beginning to peek out—it was kind of cute.
I picked her up again, settled her on top of me, gathered her into my arms, and pulled the blanket back over us. Then I went back to patting her.
"Feeling a little better now?"
"......"
Her body heat rose against my skin. Embarrassment, probably.
"Don't know?"
".....Yes."
"Alright. Then let's stay like this a little longer."
"....."
Yeah. This was all my karma. Karma.
It had been a while, so maybe the sex had come out a bit dark and rough. Still, for a woman who'd volunteered to be the first to become a mother, she was far too green. Did even a girl like this change when the situation got extreme enough?
Time passed. The heat in her skin came down a little, her breathing evened out, and then she shifted on top of me and nestled in properly.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know...."
"....Do what you want."
I switched from patting to stroking, and simply enjoyed the persimmon that had fallen into my mouth—the one I'd thought I couldn't have. Soft.
I ran my hand over her, savoring the soft, springy give of a body without much muscle, that distinctly feminine quality, and the sensation of well-cared-for hair separating strand by strand between my fingers.
Didn't women used to say they hated this kind of thing?
"I like long hair, though."
"......"
Just saying. No answer.
What was I even supposed to do with this? Calm her down enough and send her off? She'd said she was ready, but looking at her, she clearly wasn't. Forcing it wasn't my thing.
A rustle. While I'd been lost in thought, she took the opportunity to climb higher. Then she licked my collarbone. Once. Then again.
Startled by the sudden change, I looked down. Our eyes met, and she got embarrassed all over again and buried her face in my neck.
"Um.... Grandma and... Mom said... if I... do this... you'd like it...."
"And then.... everything would go well."
"I just did what they told me...."
"I tried it once."
"How is it?"
"Do you hate it a lot?"
Was this what they called life experience? Unbelievable. This wasn't the kind of thing you did by following verbal instructions.
I lifted her chin, gave her a very brief peck of a kiss, and set her back where she'd been. Sly little thing. Thanks to that, I got a little embarrassed myself.
She licked me again. Then again. She really wasn't letting up.
"Don't ignore me..."
"I didn't."
"You did..."
I hadn't. What I'd been thinking was, How do I even go about eating this up?
She really thought I'd ignored her, because she started tearing up again.
"I can.... I can do well too..."
I paused the hand that had been stroking her.
"Do well at what?"
"Pervert.... idiot... dummy."
"Anyway. Song Hanna, twenty-two, graduated from a university in Seoul, five foot four...."
The fragmentary information I knew about Song Hanna.
"That's all I've got. Will you tell me about yourself?"
From the moment I'd met this man named Seonghun this morning, I couldn't count how many times I'd been caught off guard. Even with as little experience as I had with men, I knew this situation wasn't normal. And my impression of him was this: He reminds me of Dad.
Dad, who used to sort out every incident, make the decisions, and carry them out. That image overlapped with him. When we'd first met, I'd tried to stop the others from fighting and failed, and the fight had only gotten bigger, and I hadn't known what to do. I'd made a few pointless comments in the middle of it all—I wonder if he even heard them?
Really... it's all Grandma and Mom's fault. They kept going on and on about that, so it just came out without me meaning to!
I knew the importance of family that Grandma and Mom always talked about. From the time I was little, wherever we went, whatever we did, our family always helped each other and solved whatever problems came our way. At the center of that was Dad. Maybe that was why. The way this man had sorted out the fight that had gotten out of hand and taken the lead looked so similar. Though his mouth was a bit rough...
Then we'd suddenly come to the hotel, and when he sent me to the next room with harsh words telling me to get ready, my mind went blank. It felt like just yesterday I'd been sighing in relief that it had become a week-long date instead of a single day. The only thought in my head was, I didn't think it would be like this.
It's embarrassing, but I have no experience. I do have excuses, though. There was a curfew, and my passive personality was part of it too. More than anything, I'd decided I should try to change a little. I'd started studying how to do my makeup and how to dress, and I was about to put it into practice—then the pandemic hit and classes went remote. How was I supposed to meet anyone, get close, start dating? Most of my college life was video lectures. Remote classes.
I spent my time in those remote lectures, then war broke out, then another pandemic swept through, and Dad passed away. In the chaos, I barely graduated college with my family's help, and it should have been time to enter the job market—but the world had changed. I had to adapt to that changed world, and among our family I was the late child, the only one who could still meet a man. Aside from me there were nieces and nephews a generation younger, but they were still too young, and everyone in my own generation had either passed away or was too old.
So they even held a full family council about me meeting a man. Grandma, Mom, all my aunts on both sides—everyone came and talked it over. Of course I couldn't say a word. The decision that came out of that was to apply as soon as possible, and this man. After Dad died for the reason everyone knows, Grandma became the center of the extended family, and it was on her recommendation that they chose him. I never thought I'd end up thinking these things about the man they'd picked.
So when I was getting ready with the other two, I didn't really know what I was supposed to do. One of them had even brought an outfit prepared specifically for this occasion, but I didn't have anything like that. I considered going in just my underwear like the remaining one, but following my aunt's advice, I covered myself with a large towel and went.
I stood in front of him holding back how incredibly, unbearably embarrassed I was, and the gaze that landed on me made it even worse. And the sex that started was, to someone as ignorant about these things as I was, far too intense. Two people at once.... At first one of them seemed somewhat gentle, but the second one was, from where I was watching, far too rough. Fear set in, and I took the blanket that had fallen off the bed, went to the corner, and curled up to hide.
I was in a panic, calling for Mom and Grandma, when the second one seemed to have finished and the man got down from the bed. When he came over and asked why I was like that, what did I even say? I already can't remember clearly. Then suddenly I felt myself go weightless, and I was being lifted. And I was carried to the next room.
When the man who'd stepped out briefly came back to my side, I got scared again, but he just sat quietly next to me and kept patting me. It was unexpected. I didn't know he had this side to him, and I ended up crying even more for no reason. And even though his words of comfort were a bit clumsy, I was grateful.
After that I felt like I was being ignored, so I tried seducing him the way Mom and Grandma had taught me, but I think I just got treated like a child. I was nestled against him, telling him all the little details about myself the way he'd asked, and the man who'd been listening in silence finally started to move. The hand that had been patting and stroking my back started reaching for other places. The lips that had been still came to my neck and kissed me.
It's starting. I could tell.
I thought it was a little fast and tried to catch his hand to stop him, but the way I'd been nestled against him came undone, and our lips met as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Really..... it was all my first time..... but I guess it wasn't for this man.
We kissed with me still folded against him, and then the position shifted into him covering me. We met eyes for a moment, and I don't know how much longer we kissed after that. We kissed until I was out of breath, until I couldn't tell how much time had passed. Somewhere in the middle of it I ended up giving him everything—my lips, my tongue, all of it.
In that hazy state of mind the real caresses began, and I thought I was going to lose my mind. He kissed every part of my body while his hands worked over me without rest, and I couldn't resist. It felt too good. I'd only ever managed the shyest kind of touching myself, and now pleasures I didn't even know existed were crashing over me. What was I supposed to do with that? I just—
"Haaah......!"
"Hngh!"
"...Nn, nnh...."
I could only make the same helpless sounds.
After being lost in that pleasure for so long that my body had melted and I felt like I couldn't put strength into anything, the real thing began. I'm sure this man knew it was my first time and was being considerate. Still, I thought I should say something, so I started to speak.
"Um... you know..."
A finger settled on my lips, and he said just one word.
"Thank you."
How was I supposed to say anything more after that? Bad person. Idiot. Dummy. Pervert.
And then this man's cock entered me. Into my body.
I'd thought I really wouldn't be able to put any strength into myself at all, but it hurt so much that the strength came anyway.
"Ah.... ah..... ah...."
I couldn't ruin the mood, so I was holding the pain in, and this man held me tight. So this time I was the one who sought out his lips and kissed him. Because I wanted that pleasure from before, so I could forget this pain. Or maybe because I'd started to like this man, just a little? I don't know.
And that was how our first time began.