The Cat of the Fish Shop (2)
……In truth, a happening like this had already been foreshadowed.
It was only natural. Inside the bathroom, Seolhwa had tried to soothe herself by burying her face in the towel Baek Hoyeong usually used, yet far from easing her need, it had only piled higher.
And then that same Seolhwa had gotten her hands on the underwear he had just taken off. Could she possibly have let it go without a fight?
“…….”
No. It was exactly like entrusting a fish to a cat.
Of course she could not.
With her desire already swollen to the brink of bursting, Seolhwa could never give up Baek Hoyeong’s underwear.
So the moment he stepped into the bathroom, she hurried out to the veranda and started the washing machine.
Then she carefully set aside only the underwear from the laundry he had handed her. The moment the machine began to churn, she seized it in both hands.
“……Sniff.”
……A thick male scent.
When she brought it close to her face, the very body odor she had been craving flooded her nostrils.
A strange, unnameable sensation rolled down her spine, and her lower belly prickled with heat.
“……Hah, ngh.”
As if her legs had given out, Seolhwa sank straight down on the spot and reached toward the ticklish ache in her belly.
She had rinsed herself with water only a short while ago, yet already her folds were soaked through, slick with fresh wetness.
One hand clutched Baek Hoyeong’s underwear tight; she buried her nose in it, inhaling greedily while slipping a fingertip between her parted lips.
The sticky walls of her sex squirmed and chewed around her finger, and from her mouth spilled a sweet sigh she could no longer hold back.
“……Ahh, hah. Hnngh, hooh. ……Hoo-ooongh.”
She had barely brushed herself, yet a honeyed moan she had never heard before hummed in her ears. This was the same body that, no matter how many hours she thrust her fingers, no matter how relentlessly she rubbed her clit and nipples, had never once been able to come.
Hic, Oppa Hoyeong…….
Lately she had been unable to climax by herself at all, so she could vaguely sense that this change was all thanks to him—no, thanks to his underwear.
She was so glad she had soaked her jeans that day in the alley, so glad she had been invited into Baek Hoyeong’s studio apartment.
Seolhwa even felt a flicker of gratitude toward her own overly wet body as she bit down hard on her lower lip and slowly worked her finger.
“Haa, hnn, hooh, hnngh, hnnnngh…….”
Squelch, squelch—.
Sticky fluid slid down her thighs.
Like a broken faucet dribbling, the slow trickle of her juices began to pool on the veranda floor.
Seolhwa drew a deep breath of Baek Hoyeong’s underwear scent, then stretched her finger as far as it would go and pressed firmly against a spot halfway inside.
“……Ah, hnngh, ……hnnngh.”
Pfft—.
A sticky jet of fluid shot from her lower belly like a water gun.
Completely against her will, her hips shuddered and more liquid streamed out in a steady flow.
“Hooh, haangh……. Hnngh, hoo-oongh…….”
Baek Hoyeong himself was nowhere near, and all she was doing was smelling his underwear—yet she could come this easily.
And yet when she could not catch his scent, no amount of masturbation ever brought her there.
The one who had gifted her this endless hunger she could never satisfy alone, and the only one who could quench it, were both Baek Hoyeong.
……If he ever disappeared, would her body become one that could never climax again?
The change terrified her, yet at the same time it filled her with such fierce anticipation that her whole body trembled little by little.
……If just the smell of his underwear can do this to me.
Then when she claimed the reward for her serial and was finally allowed to touch him for real, just as they had promised…… how much bliss, how much ecstasy would she feel? Would she come so hard she went mad and blacked out?
“……Ahh, aahng, hnngh!”
Simply fantasizing made her so happy that strength shot all the way to her toes.
Kneeling with her rear on the floor and her feet splayed outward, Seolhwa melted right there and collapsed face-down onto the floor.
“Hah, haa, hoo, Oppa…….”
That cold look in his eyes, that icy voice declaring he would no longer treat her as a person.
Seolhwa imagined Baek Hoyeong handling her body roughly while she thrust and twisted her fingers through her parted folds.
When she roughly ground against the bumpy inner walls, sticky fluid ran down her finger and wrist in rivulets. Before she knew it she was pressing her chest to the thoroughly soaked veranda floor, desperately seeking the single man who dominated her thoughts.
“Haa, hooh, hoo-ooongh……. Oppa, Oppa…….”
She had never experienced it, but if only she could, she wanted him to take her from behind just like this. She wanted his thick fingers to yank her dolphin shorts down hard and ram that long, rigid length straight into her bare lower mouth.
And she wanted him to torment her relentlessly until she lost her mind. She wanted him to grip her hips so she could never escape, slam into her like a beast, drive her all the way, break any chance of resistance, and finally pour his raw desire deep inside her.
“……Hnnk, hnnk, Oppa, Oppa, Oppaaa.”
The name she yearned for from the depths of her heart yet could never quite reach.
Calling for Baek Hoyeong again and again in the most lewd, sticky voice, Seolhwa felt a shiver race through her entire body; she squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered violently.
Pffft, pfft—.
A sensation like electricity made her abdomen throb and ache, and from her lower mouth—completely beyond her control—fluid spurted and splashed.
“……Haangh, haa, hoo-oo. ……Hoo-ooongh.”
Two climaxes.
Twitching and trembling through the aftershocks, Seolhwa let out a satisfied sigh at a sensation she had not felt in so long. Weak as it was, the orgasm seemed to have eased a little of the endless need piled up inside her.
“Haa, haaaa……. Hoo, hooh.”
But it was only a little. Inside her body a mountain of desire still remained. So without even savoring the afterglow, Seolhwa immediately sat back up properly.
……Before Oppa comes out.
She needed to start a third round right away. But some time had passed, so this time she should keep an eye on the situation outside the veranda while she—
“Hoo, hnngh……?”
“…….”
Their eyes met.
“…….”
……Huh?
Baek Hoyeong’s eyes locked with Seolhwa’s.
“…….”
“……Hic.”
Seolhwa, who had been frantically sniffing his underwear, froze solid on the spot.
……She needed to make an excuse, yet like a white rabbit before a tiger her entire body went rigid.
“Hi-hic…….”
Too shocked to do anything but hiccup in a thin, broken voice, Seolhwa could only sit there while Baek Hoyeong looked down at her in silence.
“…….”
He stared at her with a face that clearly had a great deal he wanted to say, then—
“……Wipe the floor properly before you come out.”
Rattle—.
Without another word he closed the veranda door.
“…….”
Whir, whirr—.
Left alone on the veranda with the washing machine churning noisily, Seolhwa stayed frozen for about three seconds.
Then the flood of shame crashed over her and her whole body began to shake.
“……Ah, aaaa. Auuugh. ……Aaaaang, aaaaang!”
Five minutes later, in the room that served as both workspace and closet.
I was sitting in the chair in front of the computer, and Seolhwa was kneeling quietly beside me.
……I hadn’t told her to. She had simply felt so guilty that she put herself there on her own.
“……Hmm.”
I pretended to be busy with something on the computer, then just flicked my eyes sideways to glance at her.
Seolhwa had her head bowed deeply, avoiding my gaze as if she were some great criminal.
Seeing that perverted girl so lost and flustered, it at least seemed she knew what she had done wrong and was reflecting on it.
Why does it look like she’s secretly smirking……?
Through the curtain of bangs hanging over her face, I could see the corners of her mouth twitching up and then down again.
At a glance it might have looked like she was biting and releasing her lower lip, overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment—or like she was forcibly holding back a smile.
……No way.
She couldn’t possibly be smiling.
No matter how hopeless a pervert Seolhwa was, there was no way she would get caught masturbating in someone else’s studio apartment, pretend to repent, and sit there grinning about it.
If she really were, that would make her a subhuman deviant far beyond any common sense, a beast that saw nothing but sexual relief…… something like that.
“Um, Oppa.”
I choose to believe Seolhwa isn’t that kind of pervert.
“I-I’m sorry. No, I’m really, really sorry…….”
No—I wanted to believe it.
“Seolhwa.”
So I decided to test her.
Seolhwa might be a girl whose head had gone completely soft over me—soft enough to pull the stunt she did this morning—but I needed to prove she wasn’t such a severe pervert that she would get caught masturbating in someone else’s house and then smirk with pleasure.
From here on I planned to gently soothe her and carefully sound out what she was really feeling.
“It’s okay. People make mistakes sometimes when they’re living life, right?”
“……Huh?”
“You’re human, so one mistake is allowed. As long as you don’t make the same mistake twice.”
I reached out and gently stroked her hair.
Soft strands brushed my fingertips. When I met her eyes and spoke gently, Seolhwa’s eyes went round, then grew moist.
“O-Oppa…….”
As if moved by my words, she looked up at me with glistening eyes.
“Yeah, Seolhwa.”
“I-I’m sorry……. Thank you. I-I think I just…… lost it for a second earlier…….”
“Mm, yeah. I understand everything, so you don’t have to feel that sorry.”
“……Hic, Oppa.”
Half—no, almost fully on the verge of tears—Seolhwa rose awkwardly from her spot. I stood as well. When I opened my arms a little, she practically flung herself into them as if she had been waiting.
Our height difference was about one head; Seolhwa fit right into my embrace. Her slender arms went around behind me, and I gently patted the small of her back while she nuzzled her cheek against my chest like she was trying to act spoiled.
“Oppa…….”
Leaning against me, Seolhwa looked up. The corners of her eyes were wet. That gaze, laced with something almost pleading, was enough to make any man’s heart pound.
I calmed the thudding in my chest and quietly met her eyes. As if reading something in my gaze, Seolhwa shyly lowered her lids.
“Seolhwa.”
A distance where just tipping my head would bring us together.
“……But, you know.”
I leaned to her ear and murmured low.
“Understanding is understanding.”
“……?”
Seolhwa’s eyelids fluttered open.
I held her waist firmly and lightly cupped her chin with my hand.
“But wrong is still wrong, isn’t it?”
“Uh……. Eh? Oppa, what do you mean…….”
As if she couldn’t grasp what I was saying, Seolhwa looked up at me with dazed eyes.
“……Who said you could just masturbate however you wanted on my veranda.”
I spoke coldly and looked down at her.
“You should be punished, right?”
“……Ah, ah.”
Seolhwa’s cheeks flushed bright red.