I'm Back!! (3)
"Ugh, for a guy you sure talk a lot!!"
Seolah grumbled as she smacked my forearm. Then she slid down one level on the stands. There was no point trying to stop her—she wasn't the type to listen anyway.
Shrrk—
She yanked my pants down and buried her face between my legs. In the end, I gave in, pretending to lose, and leaned my back against the cold railing.
In the pitch-black corner of the middle school stands, the quiet autumn night air was pierced by wet, obscene sounds that echoed sloppily.
Her cheeks were flushed pink from the soju, her eyes lazily half-lidded. Maybe it was the alcohol, but tonight her tongue moved with far more boldness and hunger than usual.
Her flattened tongue dragged slowly from the base all the way up the veined shaft, grinding against it. When she reached the tip, her tongue curled into a tight circle and gently rolled around the swollen glans—then the very tip of it poked and prodded insistently into the sensitive slit underneath. She zeroed in on the most vulnerable spot with relentless focus.
"Ugh..."
A sharp tug pulled at my lower belly.
After teasing and probing me like that for a while, she finally opened her mouth wide and took the head inside.
Her hot, tight mouth enveloped the entire tip. Then her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck—slowly, excruciatingly slowly.
Her tongue pressed hard against the underside while the soft inner flesh squeezed my glans. With each pull, the bridge of her nose wrinkled cutely.
Her two cheeks bulged obscenely from how much she was taking in. Saliva overflowed from the corners of her lips and trickled down the shaft in thick strands.
Chuuup, slurp—
"Haa..."
Just as my hips started to buck from the intense suction, Seolah looked up at me with the tip still in her mouth. Then, as if putting on a show, she slowly pulled her lips back.
A long, silvery strand of saliva stretched between my exposed cock and her lips—before snapping with a wet plop.
"Hehe. How's that? My skills have improved a ton compared to our first time, right?"
Even as she asked, her hands never stopped moving.
One slick hand gently stroked the shaft while the other cupped my heavy balls, rolling them playfully in her palm.
"Haa, seriously, you..."
Seolah giggled as she gripped the saliva-coated shaft and pumped it up and down.
I looked down at the top of her head, then let my gaze drift lower.
('...Forget the skill brag.')
My eyes were helplessly drawn to the heavy sway of her breasts inside her loose outer layer every time she moved her head.
When I stole a glance at those generous curves, Seolah—sharp as ever—noticed immediately and thrust her chest out proudly.
"What are you looking at? These? These?!"
She laughed brightly, emphasizing her breasts with both hands like it was the most fun thing in the world.
Her voice was a little higher-pitched than usual, sounding strangely excited—until she suddenly clicked her tongue in disappointment.
"Ah... right. I should've brought that."
"Brought what?"
"You know... remember the indoor swimming pool next to our middle school gym?"
"Uh, yeah. But why are you suddenly talking about a swimsuit?"
"I... brought one."
"What?! A swimsuit?!"
I asked, completely dumbfounded.
"It's autumn! Why the hell would you bring a swimsuit? And you still have that tacky old middle school swimsuit? Don't bullshit me. Would that tiny thing even fit your body now?!"
At my ridiculous question, Seolah's face turned beet red with a mix of shame and irritation as she snapped back.
"You crazy idiot, you think I'd actually bring the one I wore in middle school?! With tits this big, how the hell would that fit me now?!"
"Oh... yeah, good point."
"I bought a cosplay version with a similar design! You moron..."
"...Oh."
'Cosplay school swimsuit.'
My eyes lit up dangerously at those magical words. Seolah, who had said it herself, immediately regretted it and shot me a fierce glare.
"Shut up! I brought it because I have a use for it!"
('...And what exactly is that use?')
I cleared my throat, slightly stunned. Seolah swiped the clear precum beading at my tip with her fingertip and held it up in front of her eyes.
In the darkness, the long, sticky strand caught the faint light. She stuck out her tongue theatrically and pulled it into her mouth.
Slurp—
After lewdly licking her finger clean, she wrapped her now even slicker hand around my shaft again. Then she began bobbing her head, slowly swallowing me from the tip down.
Shluurp, shluurp—
When her head went down, the deep, soft flesh inside her mouth engulfed me completely. When she pulled back, her plump lips dragged along the sensitive surface in a wet glide.
The sight of her glossy, saliva-drenched lips sliding rapidly up and down my cock in the dark nearly made me bury my hands in her hair.
('...This is bad!!')
My mind was going fuzzy, but a shred of reason barely managed to hit the brakes.
('If we go all the way right now... we'll be home way too late. Both sets of parents will get suspicious. And if I get too excited and lay her down here, her back will get all scraped up on this concrete, you idiot.')
Even as I repeated that to myself, I couldn't stop the soft moans leaking through my clenched teeth from the rising pleasure.
After sucking me off mindlessly for a while, Seolah suddenly pulled off with a wet pop and tilted her head, staring up at my face.
"But... you're acting really weird today."
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
"Well, it's kinda embarrassing to say this, but... usually when I go this hard and lay out the welcome mat, you pounce on me right away. Why are you being so well-behaved?"
"...Auntie, your language is getting a little too vulgar."
I gave her a bewildered scolding. Seolah snorted in response.
"Hah, vulgar? Says the guy whose handprints are always bruised all over my hips. You like it rough, don't you~"
With that, she let a thick string of saliva drip down my shaft to make it even slicker. Then she gripped the base firmly with both hands and slowly pushed her head down.
Passing through the hot, narrow mouth, deeper. The soft roof of her mouth brushed against the tip—then my glans caught against the tight entrance of her throat.
"Ghk—"
Her throat convulsed once with a wet gluck.
The reflexively tightened muscles inside squeezed my tip like a vice. Tears welled up in her wide eyes.
Normally she would have pulled back here.
But Seolah pushed her head down even further. Forcing open her blocked throat, she swallowed my entire cock as if trying to take it all the way inside her—until her nose was pressed flush against my lower belly, the root completely buried.
Hngh, glurk—
"Ugh...!"
The narrow, burning throat flesh squeezed me from every direction. Every time she swallowed and her throat bobbed, the inner walls twitched and clenched around my tip like they were sucking on it. My hips jerked up involuntarily.
Yet instead of gagging, she breathed heavily through her nose and pushed even deeper, as if savoring how full she was.
Her cheeks were puffed out to the limit, her eyes glistening with tears. When those eyes looked up at me—there wasn't a trace of discomfort. Instead, the corners of her mouth curved into a lewd, knowing smile that seemed to ask, 'See? It all went in, didn't it?'
She started moving her head again. Each time she took me deep into her throat and pulled back, the tight passage stroked every inch of my shaft. Something inside me was rising dangerously close to the edge.
Slurp, shluup—
The lewd, wet sounds filled the dark stands.
After sucking me off for what felt like forever, Seolah finally pulled off with a wet pop.
With glistening lips and a flushed face, she looked straight up at me and let out a silly "Ehehe~" Her hazy eyes were shimmering with even more excitement than usual.
"Still not gonna fuck me? Even after all that?"
"...Haa, seriously, you."
I couldn't hold back anymore.
I cupped her cheeks with both hands, pulled her up from her crouch on the stands, and crushed my lips against that annoying yet adorable mouth.
"Mmm... chup, chup..."
Seolah wrapped her arms around my neck and tangled her tongue with mine, letting out sweet little moans that scattered into the night air. Even as we devoured each other's lips with fierce hunger, a strange question floated up in the back of my mind.
('...Now that I think about it, it's not just me acting weird. Her tension feels off tonight too.')
Her kisses were unusually hot and desperate, like tonight was the only night that mattered. It felt almost dangerously urgent, even accounting for the alcohol.
"Haa... haa..."
I was the first to pull away when I ran out of breath. But Seolah was still panting, her hand never leaving my cock. If anything, her strokes had grown rougher and more frantic.
"...Hey. Do you hate me?"
The sudden question came out of the darkness. I could only make a dumb sound, completely lost.
"...Huh?"
"When you went outside earlier to talk with your dad. My dad pulled me aside and told me something. He said you told him you wanted to live separately from me??"
"...What? What the hell are you talking about?!"
I nearly jumped out of my skin. Me, wanting to live separately? It looked like her father had painted me as the villain to tear our cohabitation apart.
But I didn't get a chance to explain. Large tears began to fall from Seolah's wide eyes, one after another.
"Do you hate me, you bastard!!"
Squeeze—!!
"Ow...!"
Her grip, filled with resentment, crushed my cock without mercy. Even as pain and confusion flooded me, Seolah's shoulders shook as she burst into heartbroken sobs.
"You fucking idiot... All the time we've spent together, hic... how much time do you think that is, huuuh...!"
She had believed that all those countless days we'd spent side by side since childhood could be erased with a single sentence. No wonder she was crying like this.
Instead of making a bunch of excuses, I grabbed her tear-streaked cheeks and slammed my lips against hers again.
"Mmph, mmph...!"
At the rough kiss, Seolah thrashed and shoved hard against my chest.
"That's right!! You just like my body, don't you?! Huh?! You're gonna use my body and then throw me away?! I don't matter at all, you fucking asshole!!"
"That's not it, I swear!"
I chased after her lips persistently and swallowed them again.
"Mmph?!?! Let go, let me go...!"
Seolah struggled violently in my arms for a long time.
But I held her waist tightly and continued the kiss—soft and deep, as if trying to soothe her.
Gradually, her tightly clenched lips began to part. The hands that had been pushing me away slowly slid up and wrapped tightly around my neck.
"Haa... hngh, chuuup..."
Despite the chilly autumn night air, hot, sticky breaths lingered on the stands for a long time. When Seolah's tension finally melted and she slumped fully against me, I carefully pulled my lips away and brushed her damp bangs aside.
"Haa, haa..."
"...Calm down a bit. Listen to me."
* * *
After the emotional rollercoaster finally passed.
Seolah, her hair a total mess, sniffled while wearing my outer layer. Her face was filled with pure disbelief after hearing the whole story.
"...So Dad lied to me?!"
"Sigh, keep your voice down. You'll wake up the whole neighborhood."
I shook my beer can and sighed. Seolah was still fuming, breathing heavily.
"If he wanted me to move out, he could've just told me directly! Why the hell would he lie and say you were the one who wanted to live separately?!"
"...From your father's perspective, he probably didn't have a choice. Imagine him saying straight to your face, 'Pack your bags and move into the dorm right now.' You'd flip out. It was obvious."
"..."
"So he used me as an excuse instead. He figured if he said, 'Minjun said it's uncomfortable,' your pride would make you agree without a fight."
At my reasoning, Seolah pressed her lips together, at a loss for words.
It was a desperate measure from my father-in-law, who knew his daughter's fiery temper better than anyone. I couldn't completely blame the parents for worrying about two grown adults of opposite sexes living together in one room.
"Haa..."
After pouting for a long time, Seolah finally let out a deep sigh as if accepting it.
"Well... it's not entirely wrong. When I really think about it, Dad's worries aren't that strange."
Seolah crouched on the stands, resting her chin on her knees, and stared blankly up at the night sky. After a while, she turned her head slightly toward me and asked hesitantly.
"So... what did you tell your dad?"
"Huh? About what?"
My dumb question made her frown deeply again.
"Ugh... Argh! I mean! He asked whether we'd keep living together or live separately! So what did you answer?!"
Her frustrated shout made me scratch the back of my head awkwardly.
"Uh... I just said I'd think about it for now."
For a moment, Seolah's fidgeting stopped completely. The sharp look in her eyes wavered, and something like deep hurt slowly spread across her face.
"...Is that so?"
It was just three short words, but even someone as dense as me could tell what she was holding back.
Seolah brushed off her pants and stood up. Without even looking back, she said coldly,
"Fine... I'm going home."
Thud, thud—
She started walking away across the dark playground. Her slumped shoulders looked dangerously fragile in the autumn wind.
('This idiot, seriously...')
I clicked my tongue inwardly and jumped to my feet. No matter how clueless and clumsy I was, I wasn't stupid enough to let her walk away at a moment like this.
I ran down the stands and grabbed her wrist.
"Hey, where are you going? I'm not done talking."
I dragged her back and sat her down on the stands again. She whipped her head around and snarled at me.
"Why?! Go think about it some more then! Should I bring you a dorm brochure too?!"
She was still pouting with her lips pushed out, grumbling. I endured her temper and carefully brought up the main point.
"No, what I mean is... are you really okay with continuing to live with me?"
"What? What kind of nonsense is that?"
Seolah let out a hollow laugh in disbelief.
"After all the years we've spent glued together, you're asking me that now? Do you see me as some kind of volunteer?! Me, me?! Because of you, you idiot, I even watched that kind of porn...!"
"Okay, okay! I get it, so lower your voice! The whole neighborhood can hear you!!"
I waved my hands frantically in the air. Seolah shut her mouth, still huffing.
"No, no. That's not what I meant, and you know it..."
"Of course I know!!"
Her immediate, firm reply made my face turn tomato-red in an instant.
My heart started pounding like crazy.
"S-so... you... with me..."
As I stammered and hesitated, Seolah's eyes—which had been angry just moments ago—suddenly sparkled with anticipation.
She swallowed hard, her face full of enormous expectation, staring fixedly at my lips.
The mood was perfect.
An empty playground on an autumn night. Just the two of us on the stands.
My brain knew I had to man up and drive the point home right here—but when I actually tried to speak, my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my throat.
"...Haa."
In the end, I couldn't last even a minute. I hung my head.
"S-sorry! No! When we get to Seoul! I'll do it properly in Seoul!! First, I'll go talk to your dad and tell him everything!!"
"..."
Silence fell.
I could see the expectation on Seolah's face cooling off in real time. She pressed a hand to her forehead, her expression a mix of disappointment and anger.
"Sigh... Sighhh!!! You idiot!!!"
Whack—!
"Ow!"
Seolah swung at my back with full force and yelled.
"You're so frustrating, I could die!! My insides are exploding!! Ugh, you pathetic loser..."
Still not satisfied, she punched the air a few times before letting out a deep sigh of resignation.
"Haa... Fine. Let's do that then. It's not like I have to obediently follow if Dad throws a fit and demands I move out. I'm an adult too, after all."
"Y-yeah. I'll definitely convince your dad—I mean, father-in-law."
At my slip of the tongue, Seolah narrowed her eyes and glared at me.
"What about your parents? When they called you aside earlier, didn't they say anything? They really just gave permission?"
"...They'll probably be thrilled if you keep living with me."
I relayed everything my father had said in the darkness without holding back—how she shone the brightest on the rural ground, how I shouldn't let go of such a precious connection.
Seolah, who had been listening quietly, wrinkled her nose in embarrassment and let out a small laugh.
"Hehe... My mom says stuff like that to me too. She always tells me no one else would treat me like a person if it weren't for you. I guess it's just Dad who's weird about it."
She seemed much more relaxed now as she fiddled with the beer can. Then she suddenly tilted her head and gave her honest opinion.
"...No, actually. It's not that our dad is weird. Isn't it the other parents who are strange for being so cool about their daughter living with some unrelated guy?"
"Right?!"
At my strong agreement, Seolah finished off the rest of her beer, dusted off her butt, and stood up.
"Hmm... Should we head back now? If we stay out too late, our parents will worry again."
As she turned to leave, I impulsively reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Hey, wait. Before we go..."
"...Yeah???"
Seolah stopped and slowly turned around. Her wide, round eyes were once again filled with expectation about the 'confession' I hadn't finished earlier.
I swallowed hard. On the stands with the autumn wind brushing through my hair, looking into her eyes sparkling under the streetlight, I felt like I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I let this moment pass.
('Yeah. Let's say it like a man, clearly and decisively.')
With a solemn expression, I gripped both of her shoulders firmly.
"...!!"
Seolah flinched at my serious demeanor and sucked in a breath.
Her cheeks flushed so red it was visible even in the dark.
We were so close our pounding heartbeats could probably be heard by the other.
I stared straight into her eyes without looking away and spoke in the heaviest, most sincere voice I could manage.
"Seolah."
"Y-yeah... Go ahead."
"Before we go..."
I whispered, pouring all my earnestness into it.
"Let's finish what we started earlier..."
"..."
"..."
For a moment, a terrible silence swept over the playground, as if even the insects had stopped chirping.
Seolah's face, which had been glowing red with anticipation, began to twist with shock, shame, and absolute fury.
"!!!!!"
WHAM—!!!
"Aaaagh!!!"
Seolah's foot mercilessly kicked my shin.
The pain felt like my bone had shattered. As I screamed and rolled on the ground, Seolah roared like a lioness.
"You crazy perverted bastard!!! You pathetic loser!!! You idiot!!!"
"Ow! Hey, that hurts! I think you broke the bone!!"
"Do it with your own hand, you moron!!!"
Whether she was angry at herself for getting her hopes up or at me for completely destroying the mood, Seolah clutched at her hair and screamed into the dark void.
"Aaaaaagh!! Baek Seolah, you idiot!! I'm the crazy bitch for expecting anything from a guy like that!!"
She spun around furiously and started stomping toward the edge of the playground.
"Hey! Hey! Let's go together! Wait, we have to clean up the trash first!"
When I pointed at the beer cans scattered on the stands and shouted desperately, Seolah whipped her head around from far away, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.
Glare—
Even in the darkness, her gaze was icy blue. It was a silent warning that if I said one more word, she'd plant those beer cans right in my skull. I quietly shut my mouth.
In the end, Seolah disappeared completely into the darkness with heavy, angry footsteps.
"Haa..."
I rubbed my throbbing shin and stayed behind on the stands, quietly picking up the beer cans and snack bags and stuffing them into a plastic bag.
Well, the confession timing had been completely and utterly destroyed... but at least the misunderstanding with our parents was cleared up, and we had a direction for what to do next.
"Well... yeah. I guess this counts as getting things sorted, right?"
* * *
When I got home, I washed up roughly and collapsed onto the bed.
"Ugh, I'm so tired..."
I'd been awake since dawn, so my whole body felt like it weighed a ton. After suffering on a cramped express bus, getting dragged around the neighborhood, and even getting my shin kicked, there wasn't a single part of me that didn't ache.
I was blinking my heavy eyelids when, out of habit before sleeping, I mindlessly scrolled through my phone screen.
Kakaotalk—
A short notification chime rang in the quiet room. The sender was [Baek Seolah].
I casually tapped the chat open—then nearly dropped the phone on my face.
The screen was filled with a single incredibly lewd selfie. She was completely naked, touching her own body. Below it was a short, rage-filled message.
"...Crazy."
In an instant, all my fatigue vanished and I felt all the blood in my body rush downward.
I sprang up from the bed like a spring and dashed toward my door.
Click—
