How to Circumvent the Dating Ban?

No matter how many years I'd spent as a lifelong virgin — over twenty of them — there were some truths even I couldn't miss.

Over the past few weeks, what Ajeong and I had going was unmistakably a mutual crush, and the timing was right to take things further and start dating for real.

As if to sneer at that very fact, the Balance Game arrived at the absolute worst possible moment.

Ajeong's presence made the choice genuinely agonizing, but if I was being honest, there was almost never a moment when I seriously considered picking the first option.

I'd enlisted right after finishing my freshman year of college. Now, only two months after being discharged, re-enlisting all over again? That was just too much.

How re-enlistment would even work when I'd already completed my service was beyond me — but if it was the Balance Game, it would somehow make it happen without a hitch. Almost certainly as an enlisted soldier again, too.

Normally, if someone who'd already finished their full term as a sergeant thought about re-enlisting, the natural assumption would be becoming a non-commissioned officer or a commissioned officer. But once something showed up through the Balance Game, you had to read the nuance of the options more carefully than any real-world logic.

Re-enlisting as an officer — the kind of position where you could commute and have relatively free weekends. Sure, that would still be hard, but I was certain that wasn't the scenario the Balance Game was aiming for.

Or maybe, since re-enlisting as a private after already being discharged would be too awkward, I'd get sent back in time? I figured the odds of that were low, too. If that were the case, wouldn't it have been phrased more like "return to your first day of enlistment"?

And even if I did go back in time, I'd hate that just as much. Regardless of the military life itself, having to repeat the entire process of meeting Ajeong all over again — already knowing every step — would feel like using a walkthrough to romance a game heroine.

So the first option was out. Absolutely, completely out.

No matter how I looked at it, I was going to have to choose the two-year dating ban. What I needed to figure out wasn't which option to pick — it was how to keep my relationship with Ajeong going, and how to get her to understand.

Just the two of us, alone on the bed in my studio apartment. In a situation like this, only one approach came to mind.

"Heh… Did you suddenly miss me?"

"Yeah."

"Me too! Playing League alone lately just isn't fun."

"Let's queue more often. I've been practicing Yasuo support."

"Woohyun… Yasuo is not a support champion…"

Ajeong's hand, clutching my pants, was trembling ever so slightly — as if she really had been desperate to see me.

"Pfft… Why not? Yasuo has an airborne, doesn't he?"

"…"

"Or should I practice Yone instead?"

"How did you get so good all of a sudden… You used to be my precious, stupid little tool…"

Even if she only played support, there was no way she could miss how drastically my skill level had changed. Someone who'd barely scraped into Gold was now carrying games with meme picks in Platinum and Emerald ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— of course she'd notice.

"So what should we do now??"

At some point, the way we'd been sitting propped against the wall had collapsed, and now Ajeong and I were lying side by side on the bed.

"Want to watch a movie?"

"Mmm…"

"Want something else to eat?"

"Hehe… I'm already super full."

Ajeong stroked her stomach again — a stomach that wasn't even sticking out.

"Yeah?"

I casually moved my hand over hers and stroked her belly myself.

"…"

Far from having a belly, Ajeong's abs were still firm and defined. I ran my hand over them broadly, then shifted toward her side and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Ah—"

Just the bare minimum of flesh a living person needed to have. Even so, she grabbed my wrist as if embarrassed, trying to stop me — though there was no real strength behind it.

"How long are you going to keep touching…"

I neither answered nor took my hand off her stomach. I kept stroking her belly, inching just a little higher, then just a little lower — walking a tightrope along the dangerous edges.

Too embarrassed to show her face, Ajeong buried it against my chest instead.

Then, ever so slowly — her hand slipped under my shirt and began to touch me carefully, gauging my reaction.

"Whoa…"

It felt like every workout I'd ever done had been for this exact moment. Her fingers traced the gaps between my perfectly cut abs, as if marveling at them.

After that, conversation between us dwindled. We couldn't even see each other's faces. It was like we were mapping out the bodies we'd both been training at the gym — using nothing but touch.

Grabbing each other's asses was already familiar territory for us, so before long Ajeong was gently caressing near my pubic bone while I stroked the upper curve of her rear.

"Haa…"

Ajeong's heated breath spilled directly against my neck. Even without me moving my hand, the way she twisted and squirmed kept drawing my fingers deeper.

I squeezed.

Ajeong had been obsessed with my ass for ages, but I was the first one to knead bare skin.

"Woohyun…"

She called my name and lifted her head from my chest. Now we could finally see each other's faces — and hers was nothing like the playful expressions she'd worn until now.

"Hh…"

Looking straight at me, her breath kept rising, but she couldn't just let it out, so she forced it into soft, controlled leaks. She could hold it for a moment that way, but not for long.

"Haaa… haaa…"

"You okay?"

"Mmhnn…"

When I asked her calmly, as if nothing were wrong, she pouted and fretted.

"Haaah…"

Eventually she tried to stop the hand working her ass.

"Hyaah—!"

I kneaded even more roughly, and whether her strength gave out or she simply gave up, she let go easily. I took her hand and guided it inside my pants.

"What's wrong? We do this much all the time."

If anything, Ajeong had always been the more aggressive one when it came to groping my ass. She'd casually offered up her own as a joke before — and now she was too busy panting to do anything else.

She buried her face harder against my neck and bit down lightly. At first she put some real force into it, as if my composure pissed her off — then she started sucking hard enough to leave a hickey.

Did I use my ability?

For a second I almost thought I'd activated my flavor-change trait. Unfortunately, I'd used it on watermelon earlier, so it was still on cooldown. If I'd known things would turn this steamy this fast, I would have saved it.

"Haum… chuuup…"

Ajeong kept sucking at my neck like she thought it was a proper counterattack. I pulled my hand off her ass.

"Heh…"

Maybe she thought she'd won. She was still diligently working on me, but little laughs kept slipping out.

"Chup…"

I cupped the back of her head and eased my body down a little.

"Hyat—!"

Suddenly face-to-face, Ajeong looked flustered.

"……"

She averted her eyes, looked back at my face, looked away again — repeating that several times before slowly closing her eyes.

I leaned in toward her lips, unhurried. They were pressed tightly together, tense. I didn't try to push in right away — just caught her lower lip gently between mine.

"Hh…"

A soft moan, and warm air from her nose brushed my face. At some point the blanket had been kicked far down past our feet, and her legs — which had been twisting restlessly — were now draped over mine.

I gave her lips a light lick with my tongue, then released her. Immediately her mouth came seeking mine again. As if neither of us could bear to lose that brief contact, we began devouring each other's lips with real hunger.

Before long Ajeong's tongue slipped into my mouth and started exploring every corner.

"Hup… hup—!"

She exhaled through her nose in long and short bursts but never once broke the kiss. I met her fierce tongue-work and moved my hand back toward her ass. She seemed startled for a moment, but her tongue didn't stop.

While I groped her rear, my other hand was busy too — heading for Ajeong's hand, still sitting awkwardly inside my pants. I'd originally placed it near the side of my thigh, and it hadn't moved an inch. I took her hand and shifted it.

"Hnnngh…! Hnngh!"

Startled again, she tried to pull away this time — but the hand gripping her ass hauled her even closer.

"Phaaah… haa… haaa…"

When our faces finally separated, still pressed flush against each other, Ajeong was gasping for air. Her hand was still frozen stiff, and her eyelids were trembling.

"Hnn…"

I gave her a moment to catch her breath, then brought my lips close again. Thankfully she met me right away, leaning in as if in answer. Whether the first kiss had been satisfying or not, her tongue immediately pushed back into my mouth.

As Ajeong started focusing on the kiss, I took her hand again and guided it — moving it around until she had a proper, secure grip. Satisfied, I let go and slipped my own hand back into her pants.

And then — as if my hand had actually been getting in her way — Ajeong slowly began to move hers. She explored curiously all over before settling on the head, where precum had already beaded up.

"Phaaah… haa… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Woo-hyun…"

It had been a while since I'd heard an actual word from her, but this wasn't the time for a verbal reply. My hand, which had been content to play with her ass, finally moved to where I'd wanted it all along.

"Ahhk…! Hnngh…"

The moment I touched her, her hips jerked. Her pussy was already so wet that it yielded to the intrusion with almost no resistance.

"Haaah… Woohyun… stop…!"

Her half-hearted resistance was sealed off by my lips covering hers, and before I knew ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it I was on top of her. We kept kissing for a long time, and my hand never stopped either.

"Haa… haa…"

By then both our underwear had been pushed down past our legs, and our most sensitive parts — though not quite aligned — were pressed tight against each other's bodies.

"Raise your arms."

"Haa… I can't…"

She resisted in a voice that sounded half-melted, but the slightest pressure and she obeyed. I pulled off her top and reached behind her; she lifted her upper body slightly to help. Being the first time, it took a moment, but we didn't drag it out.

Until now I'd only ever seen them trapped and compressed by a sports bra, so I hadn't known. The moment the bra came off, her large breasts swayed free — the shape refined by exercise, the size almost violent. My cock, so hard it felt ready to burst, pressed firmly into Ajeong's stomach.

"Stop… stop looking…"

She tried to cover her chest with both arms, but there was no way those arms could contain that aggressive volume. When I took her wrists and moved them, she let herself be guided without a fight. I admired those massive breasts all over again, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then — almost without thinking — brushed one of her stiff nipples.

"Hyaaang—!!"

"Hnnngh… hyaaaa…"

Whether the sudden touch had startled a cry out of her or not, after that she forced herself to hold the moans in. I tormented her breasts thoroughly enough, then gradually worked my way down. I gently stroked her lower belly, where my cock had just been pressed — and further down, the pussy my fingers had already worked over thoroughly came into view.

"Hyaaa… Woo-hyun…"

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah… be gentle…"

With her permission, I started rubbing my cock against her pussy.

"Hyaaang… Woohyun…"

I teased her already-soaked entrance, dragging myself along it — and then I heard the one line I absolutely could not resist.

"It's my first time, so… go slow…"

"Haahk—! …Aaaahhk…!"

Ajeong's moans began to fill the room.