Do It Right or Don't Do It at All
I grabbed her without warning.
“……Huh?”
“W-what the—?!”
The moment I scooped Seola up by the waist and lifted her clean off the floor, her eyes went wide like a startled rabbit as she let out a panicked squeak.
I didn’t give her any chance to resist. I carried her straight to my room and dropped her onto the bed with a heavy thud.
Thump.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing all of a sudden?!”
While Seola flailed on the mattress, her face already flushed bright red, I spun around and headed for my desk.
‘First things first—set up the camera.’
The old webcam I used to use had been involved in so many hacking scandals lately that it gave me the creeps, so I’d tossed it. Instead, I installed a special app on my smartphone, adjusted the quality and color grading to perfectly mimic that grainy, shady “illegal webcam” vibe, and mounted it on a tripod.
Alright. The stage was set.
I took a deep breath and looked down at Seola lying on the bed.
She was completely frozen, swallowing hard over and over.
‘Haa… I’m actually nervous.’
The first time we crossed that line, we’d both been hammered on alcohol and swept up in a strange mood, so everything had happened naturally without either of us thinking twice.
But this time? We were stone-cold sober, and this was calculated, business-oriented, real-deal filming.
It would’ve been perfectly normal to feel lost about how to lead an awkward atmosphere like this… but I wasn’t worried.
Because I had the ultimate “strategy guide” I’d studied like a madman between lectures earlier today on my phone.
In my head, the passionate whiteboard lecture from the living legend of the industry, Master Ken, began playing on autopilot.
(“Alright, comrades! Eyes on the board! A woman’s body is not a microwave! You don’t just press a button and hear ‘ding!’ after a minute! She’s an oven! An oven! You have to preheat her slowly! Where do you start? From the top! Lips, ears, neck, breasts! You go down gradually while doing skinship, got it?!”)
Exactly.
The teachings of the master who had pounded the board while passionately lecturing were flawless. There was no need to overthink it. All I had to do was follow exactly what he said and start preheating her “from top to bottom.”
‘Perfect. Theory fully loaded.’
I cheered internally and leaned down over Seola, who was nervously rolling her eyes beneath me.
“Hey… Baek Seola.”
“Y-yeah… what?”
The usual feisty girl had vanished, replaced by this strangely obedient version of her. Without wasting another second, I slowly lowered my head toward the first stage of Master Ken’s preheat protocol: the lips.
“Mmph…!”
But my boldly advancing tongue was immediately blocked by her tightly sealed teeth and had nowhere to go.
‘Wait… how do you even start a deep kiss? How do you get your tongue in? Master Ken didn’t explain this part in detail…’
While I was awkwardly rubbing my lips against hers and licking at them with my tongue—
Thump! Thump thump!
“Ow!”
Seola suddenly shoved my chest hard with her fists and whipped her head to the side.
“Hey!!!! I told you this is my first time!!!!”
Her neck flushed crimson as she glared at me with resentful eyes, breathing heavily.
‘Ah…’
Only then did one obvious fact flash through my mind.
Even when we’d drunkenly rolled around and had our first time a few days ago, even when we’d done that whole chaotic paizuri and fellatio thing yesterday… we had never once shared a real, conscious kiss with our lips and tongues properly intertwined.
The order of progression was completely messed up, but the truth was that both of us were total beginners when it came to deep kissing.
“Ahem. Sorry. It’s my first time too, so I couldn’t get the feel for it. Let’s… let’s try again.”
I cleared my throat awkwardly and gently pressed my lips to hers once more.
“Mmph…”
Seola opened her eyes just a sliver and shot me a fierce glare.
But soon she squeezed her eyes shut, parted her lips slightly as if refusing to lose, and hesitantly pushed her tongue forward.
Slide.
Our tongues met clumsily.
It was a total mess—teeth clacking, tongues missing their mark. There was none of the slick sensuality you see in porn, but that raw, unpolished feeling somehow made my head spin even more.
Chup. Smooch. Slurp.
Our breathing grew heavier. The warmth and saliva swirling in our mouths mixed together thickly.
Before long, our awkward tongue movements were guided by pure instinct, twisting around each other like snakes, exploring each other’s palates and gums. No one had taught us, yet our bodies instinctively sought deeper places.
“Haa…”
“Puaaah…”
When we finally ran out of breath, we broke the kiss.
Between Seola’s panting, reddened lips and mine, a thick strand of clear saliva stretched out like a thin thread before snapping.
The droplet slid down my chin.
“Haa… haa…”
“Huff…”
We stared at each other’s flushed faces in silence, breathing hard.
In the strange quiet that followed, my brain was spinning wildly, trying to follow Master Ken’s next steps.
‘O-okay. Stage one—lips—kind of successful. Next is… ears and neck…?’
But the moment I tried to move on, my mind went completely blank.
‘Uh… how exactly do you do the ears and neck? Do you kiss them? Lick them? Nibble a little?? Blow on them??’
I knew the theory perfectly, but since I’d never even done a proper deep kiss before, I had no idea how to proceed. I froze on top of Seola, awkwardly hovering in mid-air.
“……”
My clumsy, hesitant attitude completely killed the mood that had just been warming up. Seola’s brows slowly drew together.
Thump—!
“Ugh!”
She suddenly punched me hard in the solar plexus, shoved my chest away, and shot upright.
“Cough…! Hack—hey! Why’d you hit me all of a sudden?!”
While I clutched my stinging gut and coughed, Seola stormed off the bed in irritation.
She marched over to the door, mercilessly slammed the fluorescent light switch, and—
Click.
“……Huh?”
The room plunged into thick darkness.
Only the faint glow of the streetlamp outside the window and the bluish light from the smartphone screen on the tripod remained.
“Hey, why’d you turn off the lights all of a—”
Before I could finish, Seola trudged back to the bed and—
Thud.
—flopped down right beside me.
“Haa…”
She let out a deep sigh in the darkness, yanked the blanket up to her chest, and turned to face me.
Even in the dim light, her pouty expression was crystal clear.
Realizing the entire atmosphere had been completely ruined, I quietly sat up and pressed the [ 🔴 Recording Stop ] button on the tripod phone.
Then I trudged back under the covers and lay down obediently beside her.
Once my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could feel Seola glaring at me with murderous intensity.
In a clearly pissed-off voice, she muttered sharply.
“Hey… If you’re gonna do it, do it right. Even if you’re clumsy and awkward, don’t hesitate and fumble around like that…”
She trailed off, ruffled her bangs in frustration, and let out another heavy sigh.
“Haa… This really is my fate.”
“U-uhhh…”
I couldn’t even find words to defend myself and just opened and closed my mouth like an idiot.
‘…Shit. Did I go too far?’
While I stared awkwardly at the ceiling, I suddenly realized something was off and blurted out.
“But… that aside. This is my room, you know? My bed’s only meant for one person, so it’s super narrow for two…”
Seola didn’t even bother replying. She just sighed repeatedly, pulled the blanket all the way up to her chin, and shut her eyes. She clearly had zero intention of going back to her own room.
“Haa…”
I let out a long sigh too. Resigned, I reached for the charger cord by the pillow and quietly plugged it into her phone.
“Do you need an alarm for tomorrow morning?”
“No. My major class is at ten…”
Her mumbled voice already carried the thick haze of sleep. She must’ve been exhausted after all the crazy events from yesterday and today, plus her part-time job.
I didn’t say anything else. I wriggled deeper under the blanket and pressed myself close against her side.
The narrow single bed forced our shoulders and thighs to stick together with no space in between, but Seola didn’t push me away. If anything, she seemed to enjoy the warmth.
Lying side by side under the warm blanket, the tension finally drained from my body and an overwhelming wave of drowsiness crashed over me.
“Hey. Sorry, but the bed’s too narrow… I’m just gonna put my arm up here.”
I carefully draped my arm over her waist and pulled her closer. From the darkness came her low warning.
“Don’t do anything weird…”
“Got it. I really won’t… Good night.”
“…You too.”
In the end, our ambitious second filming session ended in a rather pathetic way. Still, the warmth of our bodies pressed together and the steady sound of our breathing filled the small room with cozy comfort. Without deciding who would fall asleep first, we both drifted into deep slumber.
[ Seola’s Point of View ]
It was a deep, quiet dawn.
I was wandering through a long-forgotten childhood memory.
“Mmm…”
It felt like I was slowly being pulled out of sleep.
But something was strange. Even though I’d woken from the dream, that same warm, familiar heat remained.
The small arms that had hugged me from behind as a child were now strong, solid arms wrapped heavily around my waist. The tiny frame had become a broad, warm chest pressed against my back. Ten years had passed, yet the feeling remained exactly the same.
The familiar scent of Minjun tickled my nose, and even in my half-asleep state, a deep sense of relief washed over me.
I kept my eyes closed and simply savored that warmth. The familiar scent of Minjun at the tip of my nose brought a profound sense of relief to my still-sleepy mind.
Time had turned the snot-nosed little kid into a fully grown man. We’d been bickering, hitting, and doing all sorts of unbelievably embarrassing things these past few days… but this kind, dependable warmth that stayed by my side whenever I was sick or exhausted hadn’t changed one bit.
I gently placed my hand over Minjun’s large one resting carefully on my stomach.
In his sleep, his arm pulled me closer once more. As the warmth sank even deeper against my back, a soft, comfortable smile unconsciously spread across my lips.
……
Just as I was about to drift off again—
Something hard and heavy pressed firmly against my backside.
‘…Huh?’
Sleep vanished in an instant. The moment I realized what it was, I instinctively clenched both fists.
I parted my lips to demand whether that sleep-oblivious idiot was actually asleep or just pretending… but for some reason, no sound came out.
My tightly clenched fists simply trembled.
In the end, I—
Slide…
Just a little. So little that no one would notice. I gently rubbed my hips against that hard thing.
Slide. Slide.
‘…I must be losing my mind.’
Burying my burning face in the darkness, I kept my back to the sleeping (or pretending-to-sleep?) guy and continued moving my body in tiny motions for a long while.
