I'm Back!! (4)
The next morning.
The dynamic, sticky afterglow from the night before had vanished without a trace. Morning at our hometown house was utterly peaceful and ordinary.
Seolah’s parents were in the thick of sweet potato farming season, so they’d headed out to the fields at the crack of dawn. My own father had left even earlier, claiming he had a breakfast meeting in town.
In the end, the breakfast table held only three: my mom, finished with her work prep, me, and Seolah, who had naturally wandered over and picked up a spoon.
“Seolah, does the food suit your taste? Is it good?”
“Yep! It’s super delicious, ma’am!”
Mom smiled with deep satisfaction as she watched Seolah’s cheeks bulge while she chewed.
“Right? I picked that up from the new side-dish shop in front of the county office. Their skills are pretty solid.”
“……Hmm.”
‘So she didn’t make it herself.’
I quietly moved my chopsticks and grumbled internally. Then Mom, who had been sipping soup, suddenly turned to me as if she’d just remembered something.
“By the way, things were so hectic yesterday I forgot to ask. How long are you two planning to stay?”
“Um…… probably three more days, so… maybe we’ll head back around Sunday lunch?”
Mom’s eyes widened instantly at my answer.
“Oh, really? Sunday? That’s… three whole days? Isn’t that a bit long?”
“Huh?”
The unexpected eviction order from my own mother left me staring back in blank surprise.
“What is there even to do stuck out in this rural backwater? You’d be better off going back to Seoul to study or get a part-time job.”
Mom’s brutally realistic, calculating fact-bomb.
For a second, my mischievous side flared up. The image of Seolah’s tear-streaked, pitiful face from last night—clutching my collar on the dark middle school playground—had floated into my mind.
I set my spoon down with a clack and cried out to Mom with an expression of pure sorrow and longing.
“Mom……. Do you hate me??”
“……What?”
Mom narrowed her brows in disbelief. Paying her no mind, I copied Seolah’s lines from last night word-for-word and wailed even more dramatically.
“Do you! Do you hate meeee—ugh, kehek!”
I’d gotten too deep into the performance; a grain of rice went down the wrong pipe. There I was, coughing and pounding my chest.
“Ugh, hey!! Why are you being so gross first thing in the morning;;”
Mom scrunched her face at my fake pitiful act and rubbed her arms as if she’d gotten goosebumps. She stood up, grabbing her outerwear.
“Anyway! Mom has a golf appointment at lunch with the county team leaders and council members, so I won’t be back until evening. Your dad’s already there, so you two handle your own meals and keep an eye on the house!”
“Drive safe~”
Click. Slam—.
The moment Mom stepped out the front door, perfect silence settled over the living room. With all the adults gone, only Seolah and I remained in the big empty house.
I blankly picked up my spoon again. But the gaze coming from across the table felt strangely sharp.
Stare—.
When I looked up, Seolah had set her utensils down and was glaring at me with a murderous look that suggested she might flip the entire table.
Her face said she had perfectly identified exactly what my “Do you hate me??” line had been parodying.
“……Hey.”
“Uh, uhh?”
“Are you…… making fun of me right now?”
At that chilly voice, the spoon in Seolah’s hand sliced through the air and mercilessly slammed into my forehead.
SMAAAACK—!!
“Aaaaaagh!!!”
The spicy impact brought tears to my eyes. As I rolled on the floor clutching my forehead, Seolah snorted and neatly polished off the rest of her rice.
After the commotion died down, we cleared the table.
While I slipped on rubber gloves and clattered away at the sink handling the dishes, Seolah trotted out to the yard and started playing with our family Jindo dog, Boksun.
“Good girl, Boksun! Stand up! Aww, you’re so smart~ chu chu chu!”
“Woof! Woof woof!!”
Seolah’s bright laughter and the sound of Boksun’s wagging tail drifting through the open window painted the perfect picture of a peaceful rural morning.
“Phew, finished.”
I rinsed the last bowl, set it on the drying rack, and peeled off the gloves.
As I wiped my hands on a towel and stepped into the living room, the realization hit me hard: in this huge house, only the two of us remained (plus one dog in the yard).
Both sets of parents had gone out and wouldn’t return until evening. It was literally perfect, guaranteed, absolute free time.
On top of that, the sticky tension we hadn’t finished on the dark school stands last night, and that breathtakingly lewd, provocative selfie that had arrived on my KakaoTalk at dawn, began heating my mind all over again.
I walked to the edge of the hall, stood on the veranda, and called out toward the yard.
“Hey! Baek Seolah!”
“Huh? What!!”
Seolah, who had been scratching Boksun’s neck, whipped her head around. I stared straight at her and declared in a solemn, secretive voice.
“Come inside. Let’s do it once.”
Seolah, still playing with Boksun in the yard, tilted her head in confusion.
“……?? Do what??”
“……Sex.”
“You fucking bastard for real!!”
Seolah freaked out and cursed, but I strode down into the yard and scooped her up in my arms.
“Hey, hey!! Put me down!! Are you crazy?!”
I carried the struggling Seolah like a sack and marched straight into my room. She was tossed onto the bed, where she hugged a cushion and retreated into the corner, screaming.
“No!!!! No!!!!! Let go!!”
“Why? The adults are all out. This is the perfect chance.”
“You, you, you!!! This is a crime, it’s a crime I’m telling you!!”
I ignored her tantrum and approached, slowly peeling off her outer clothes.
“You crazy pervert!!!”
“Hey, are your parents home for lunch?”
At my sudden question, the thrashing Seolah answered in disbelief.
“……?? They won’t be back until early evening;; Why are you asking that out of nowhere!”
“Oh, really? Then we’ve got time until early evening. We’ll go at it hard, then head straight to your parents to get their permission for our cohabitation.”
“Hey!! What the hell does that have to do with this??”
“If I fuck you good and proper first, my obsession and possessiveness toward you will get way stronger. I’ll be able to persuade your dad like a pro.”
Seolah looked like her brain had short-circuited at my miraculous logic; her mouth just opened and closed. In the end she let out a deep sigh, as if surrendering completely.
“……Haa. Fine. Let’s do it…….”
But when I grinned and stepped closer, Seolah urgently thrust her hand out to block my chest.
“Ah, no, no, no!! I’ll use my mouth first! Be satisfied with that, okay?!”
“……Ehh……”
When I blatantly showed my disappointment and licked my lips, Seolah’s pupils trembled. She bit her lower lip hard, then offered a compromise in a tiny, crawling voice as if she’d made a monumental decision.
“……Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“……If…… today’s talk with my dad goes well. You remember that cosplay swimsuit I mentioned yesterday??”
“Uh, uhh.”
“Haa……. With that, I’ll let you do it at school tonight……. In the dark middle school playground…… Tsk, it paints a nice picture, right.”
“Whoa!! For real?!”
My eyes sparkled fiercely. Seolah, hit with a wave of embarrassment at her own words, exploded into a bright red and yelled.
“……Hey!! I’m not some horny girl, okay?! Huh?! Because of you I’m really……!! Even saying these vulgar things feels fucking weird right now!!!”
Watching her huff and puff with her ears burning crimson from shame, I let out a soft chuckle. Taking advantage of the moment her resistance had completely stopped, I carefully and gently pulled her top off over her head.
“……Of course you’re not like that.”
I softly cupped her revealed pale shoulders and met her eyes, whispering with complete seriousness.
“You’re the most precious thing in the world to me.”
It was a sweet line packed with genuine feeling. The reaction that came back, however—
“Euaa!! Euaaaagh!!! Gross, so gross!!”
Seolah clutched her own hair and shuddered violently. It was an intense rejection, as if her whole body had broken out in cringe-induced hives.
“……Hey. Is it really necessary to reject someone’s sincerity that hard?”
Anyway, reality refused to flow as romantically and smoothly as I had imagined.
Scrape. Swish. Swish—.
“……Ugh.”
Seolah’s hand gripping my cock and stroking it up and down was painfully stiff.
It wasn’t soft skin enveloping me; it felt like forced friction, so a dull ache arrived before any pleasure. When I glanced down, she was biting her lip tightly with an extremely pissed-off expression, glaring at my dick.
‘Ah……. Is this not the mood? No matter what, dragging her into my room first thing in the morning and throwing her onto the bed might have been pushing too hard……?’
Belated regret washed over me. Perhaps annoyed by my lukewarm reaction, Seolah suddenly grabbed the shaft hard and twisted her wrist viciously.
“Ow! Hey, that hurts, it hurts!”
At my whine, Seolah furrowed her brows deeply, then spat right on the tip of my glans.
She resumed rubbing it roughly with both hands. Even with the saliva, her anger-fueled grip showed zero mercy.
“Haa, Seolah.”
I gently caught her wrist and stopped her. Then I leaned over her on the bed, cupping her pouting, hardened cheeks with both hands.
“Mmph, mmph……!”
Without giving her room to breathe, I sealed her lips with mine. I let the saliva pooled in my mouth flow into the gap between her open lips and drove my tongue deep, unleashing a wet, dense deep kiss. It felt like all the heat we’d left unfinished on the stands last night was roaring back to life through that single kiss.
“Kek, uuk…… mmph, chuup……”
The sudden flood of saliva made Seolah thrash as if she were choking, pushing at my shoulders. But I held her waist tighter, and soon the strength began draining from her resisting body. The hands that had been shoving me gently wrapped around my neck. Her soft tongue tangled with mine, accepting my heated breaths.
Chu. Chup. Choook—.
The room filled with nothing but blatant wet sounds and heavy breathing. Only after a long, breath-stealing kiss did I slowly pull my lips away.
“Puhaa…… hoo……”
Seolah wiped away the long silver strand dangling from her mouth. The pissed-off expression from earlier had vanished; her face was now flushed with clear arousal. Her half-lidded, dreamy eyes looked up at me.
Maybe that deep kiss had lit the spark.
When Seolah’s hand gripped my cock again, her strokes were incomparably softer and stickier than before. Her saliva-slick palm circled the glans, then slid all the way down the shaft to the base. Each stroke sent tingling pleasure racing to my toes. It was night and day from the earlier rough pain.
“Uht…… haa.”
At her newly fluid handwork, transparent precum began bubbling from the tip of my glans.
Seolah stared at it quietly, then dipped her finger into the slippery fluid and brought it straight to her own lips.
Chup—.
She licked her finger with a lewd sound and gave me a coy smile. Then she rubbed the tip of my glans with two fingers again, lifting the sticky liquid up in a long, dangling string.
The mixture of transparent precum and saliva stretched like a spiderweb before finally snapping and dripping down. Seolah waved the obscene mucus right in front of my eyes and seductively licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Then she started teasing, pressing down hard on my angry glans with her soft palm. Every time the sensitive tip was squished inside her hand, my hips jerked involuntarily.
“Hehe—”
Seolah let out a languid nasal sound and cutely stuck out her red tongue like a puppy.
I reached out as if spellbound and lightly pinched the moist tongue with two fingers. As I softly stroked and flicked the slippery tip, Seolah didn’t pull away. Instead she followed my touch and playfully tangled her tongue around my fingers.
“Haa……”
I exhaled a hot breath and withdrew my fingers. At the same time I lowered my head and sucked her outstretched tongue between my lips.
Sluuurp—.
With a lewd friction sound our lips parted. We caught our breath for a moment, quietly gazing into each other’s eyes. With flushed cheeks, Seolah smiled brightly without avoiding my stare.
That lovely smile snapped my reason once more.
As if by silent agreement we tilted our heads again and dove into a fierce deep kiss. This time our tongues escaped our lips, twisting like snakes in midair and exchanging saliva in wet, messy strands.
Chuup, choook, chup—.
Seolah kept her eyes gently closed, lost in the kiss. At the same time, the hand gripping my cock began moving frighteningly fast and rough. The slick palm raced up and down the entire length without a single gap. Heat rapidly built deep in my lower belly.
“Uht……!”
My back arched like a bow as I erupted. After pumping me fiercely, Seolah pulled her hands away and lifted them right in front of my eyes.
“……!!”
In her small, cupped palms lay a little pool of the white, sticky semen I had just released.
“Here, here!!! Eat it!!!”
Seolah’s eyes sparkled as she shoved her palms toward my mouth.
“Ack! Get that away, you crazy girl!”
When I jerked my head back in panic, Seolah let out an evil “Uhahaha!” and teased me relentlessly. Then she brought her cupped palms to her own mouth and……
Gulp. Gulp—.
She swallowed the fishy, sticky pool without the slightest hesitation.
“……!!”
As I stared in shock, Seolah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and cheekily stuck her tongue out with a “Bleh—”
Then she crawled across the bed, came right up to my face, wrinkled her nose, and shouted.
“Ugh, it’s fucking disgusting!! I specially ate it for you this time?! Huh?! Huh?!?!”
Her bold provocation blew my last fuse. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands, trying to pull her down onto my cock again.
But Seolah quickly dodged and crossed her arms in an X, shouting firmly.
“Ja, end!!!”
“……Uhh?? What do you mean, end?”
“End! It’s the end, end! Hey, honestly, yours is way too big! That 19 thing from before was a lie, right??”
At the sudden size debate I protested, feeling wronged.
“No, it really is…… But still, how can you leave a guy hanging right here!”
“What do you mean no! You’re the weird one for always wanting me to suck that ridiculously huge thing all the way every time! That’s why I went out of my way to swallow all your cum!!”
“……”
Her utterly confident, absurd sophistry left me speechless, like a mute who’d eaten honey.
While I sat there opening and closing my mouth, Seolah roughly fixed her clothes and stood up from the bed.
“Haa……. Then I’m heading back to my house. When my parents get home later I’ll text you about dinner……”
“Kyaaak!”
I grabbed Seolah’s shoulder as she tried to flee and shoved her back down onto the bed.
“Really? If that’s how it is, then this time I’ll lick you.”
“Hey!!!! What are you doooing!!!”
I yanked the struggling Seolah’s pants and panties down to her ankles in one swift motion. Then I dove between her legs without hesitation and buried my face there.
The hot, humid heat that hit me instantly. Her already soaking, glistening pussy twitched right in front of my nose.
Lick. Sluuurp—.
“Hut……!”
I used my lips and tongue to lick her pussy in one hot stroke from bottom to top.
The slick love juices clung stickily to my tongue. That fishy yet sweet flavor spread all the way to the root of my tongue, making my head spin.
At the same time my free hand familiarly plunged inside her. I already knew with my eyes closed exactly where and how to touch to make her crumble. The moment my fingertips found that weak spot and pressed, her waist shot upward.
Squish. Squelch—.
She was already drenched, so every movement of my fingers filled the quiet room with wet, embarrassing sounds.
“Yes!!! Uh…… uht, yes!!”
At the sudden, fierce caress Seolah’s waist tensed like a drawn bow. She bit down hard on her index finger, trembling as she tried to hold back the moans threatening to spill out, enduring my rough touch completely.
I exhaled a wet breath and moved my lips gently. I used the tip of my tongue to carefully push aside the folds covering her clitoris, then pressed my flattened tongue wide against the revealed pink pearl and slowly swept upward. Each time my thick tongue glided over the sensitive flesh, her tremors transmitted straight through my lips. That tiny vibration pulled heavily down into my own lower belly.
“Min…… Minjunaa……”
A pitiful cry leaked from Seolah’s tear-filled mouth. The fact that this usually fierce girl was crumbling so completely beneath my tongue sent a strange sense of conquest racing up my spine. The string of my reason snapped.
I opened my mouth wide, sucked hard on her clitoris, and pushed the fingers stirring inside her to their absolute limit. I frantically scratched her most sensitive spot with fast, strong strokes. Her body stiffened as if struck by lightning.
“Auhk! Aang!!!”
The suppressed scream-like moan finally burst out raw.
“I’m, I’m goooing!!!!”
Seolah’s waist shot into the air. The next instant, a transparent, hot liquid gushed from between her legs. The fountain scattered everywhere, instantly soaking the bed sheet. Her inner walls clenched my fingers in violent spasms, wetting my wrist with slick moisture.
Watching her quiver at the peak of climax, I was drunk on a white-hot sense of conquest that blanked my mind.
The gap between her earlier angry denial of “I’m not a horny girl” and the way her body honestly crumbled in the end was somehow insanely lovable. The urge to possess this girl entirely surged up from the bottom of my chest.
Riding that momentum, I saw her top had been pushed all the way up to her neck. I grabbed her breasts that looked ready to spill out and was about to bring my mouth to them.
Exactly then.
THUD—!!
“Aaaaagh!!!”
A lightning-like impact suddenly slammed into the crown of my head. Caught completely off guard by her vertical elbow strike, I screamed and tumbled off the bed.
“You crazy bastard!!!! What the hell are you going to do about this!!!!”
Seolah roared like a lion at me as I rolled on the floor clutching my head. She pointed at the bed sheet now sporting a huge map drawn in hot liquid, her face flushed tomato-red.
“The blanket’s completely soaked!! What are we supposed to do? Your mom will be back soon and we have to wash this right away!”
“No, why are you blaming me when you’re the one who came so hard—!”
“Shut up!! Ah, I’m seriously pissed! I don’t care! It’s your room so you deal with it!!”
In the end, thirty minutes later.
We were both squatting on the bathroom floor with our pants rolled up to our knees. We had crammed the waterlogged bed sheet and blanket into a large rubber basin and were furiously scrubbing them with soap in an angry hand-wash (and foot-wash).
Splash. Splash—.
In the awkward silence, only the sound of soapy fabric being stomped echoed through the bathroom. After stomping on the blanket with a blank face for a while, Seolah wiped the sweat from her forehead and spat out irritably.
“Hey. Step harder and really grind it. The stain there still hasn’t come out.”
“……Yeah.”
I touched my throbbing crown and, without complaint, diligently continued stomping inside the basin.