The Scheme #2
The Doctor, seated in the passenger seat, kept taking her glasses off and putting them back on. Every few seconds she’d sneak a glance at herself in the side mirror, checking whether they suited her or not. I watched the whole thing through the rearview mirror and finally spoke.
“They look good on you either way.”
She gave a startled little gasp. “W-what?”
“I said the glasses suit you whether you’re wearing them or not.”
“I was… just checking how bad my eyesight has gotten…”
What an adorable answer. A soft chuckle slipped out of me. The Doctor adjusted her frames and narrowed her eyes, glaring.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Of course I do.”
With nothing left to say, she turned her gaze forward.
She’s carrying an unstable mind right now, one that could easily tip into affection deprivation. I need to make her fall completely for me—to the point of obsession. I’ll melt her down day by day until she can’t think of anyone but me, until a single day without seeing me makes normal life impossible.
If we’d had an ordinary married-couple relationship, she wouldn’t have shaken this easily. But the Doctor lost her husband while they were still passionately in love. The loneliness she carries is profound. Right now she’s a balloon stretched to the limit because of me. She used to hide it so well, but every lewd thing we’ve done has let more air leak out. Once I drain the rest and fill her with my own air, the statue of me inside her will only grow. Eventually it will smash her husband’s statue into pieces.
Honestly, I didn’t expect her to open her heart this much in just a few days. At this rate there’s no need to ease off the accelerator.
“Have you eaten?”
“Not yet…”
“You must be starving. Shall we grab lunch first? Anything you feel like?”
“Anything is fine.”
“You’ve been saying ‘anything is fine’ since earlier. Are you telling me to decide everything?”
The Doctor shot me a sideways look. “You’ve been casually dropping the honorifics lately… Were you always this way?”
“Why? Don’t like it?”
“…..”
She pressed her lips together and fell silent. So she doesn’t dislike it. She probably wanted to keep the upper hand in our relationship, but it’s already too late. No matter what she does, she’ll have no choice but to follow my lead.
“Let’s eat something light at the rest stop.”
“R-rest stop…? Where exactly are we going…?”
“Sokcho. I want to see the sea.”
“Is it okay to go that far?”
“You said anywhere was fine.”
She swallowed hard, then nodded. “All right…”
I merged onto the highway and pulled into the nearest rest area. Before getting out, I suddenly leaned over and planted a loud kiss on her lips. The Doctor froze, completely caught off guard. She looked like she wanted to scold me, but she didn’t. I have to stay sweet—before the act, during it, and after it. I need to drown her so thoroughly that she’ll crave sex with me every day from now on.
Once we were out of the car I walked over without a word and took her hand.
“…..”
Her eyes widened, but she laced her fingers through mine on her own. She was so cute I couldn’t help grinning.
“Noona, you drank yesterday, didn’t you?”
“How did you know…?”
“Just had a feeling.”
“A feeling… what does that even… And let go. It’s embarrassing… What will people think?”
She seemed convinced she was terribly old. By the numbers alone she was older than me, sure. But if she actually looked old, I never would have seduced her. Even without special care she had a youthful face. With light makeup on she looked even younger, and her body was firm in all the right places.
“There’s no one here to judge us. You’re the only one worrying about it. Besides, you’re the one who interlocked our fingers first—why are you telling me to let go?”
“….That’s…”
“You keep saying one thing and doing another. It only makes me want you more. I like you even better for it.”
A flush rose in her cheeks. I stroked one of them gently and added, “We’ll be drinking again tonight, so let’s settle your stomach with something like soup.”
“O-okay…”
“Let’s go.”
With her long lashes lowered, she followed wherever I led.
The Doctor’s hair danced in the sea breeze as we walked along the beach. She was breathtaking. The way she lifted a hand to tame her strands, the way her shirt fluttered against her body, the way sand clung to her bare feet—every detail was beautiful. That voluptuous allure made me want to devour her right there. I barely held the urge in check for the sake of later, when she suddenly spoke while gazing at the distant horizon.
“It reminds me of the old days.”
“The old days?”
“When we went to Ganghwa Island… you were sweating buckets carrying all that equipment.”
Oh, that old memory. I’d thought she was about to talk about her husband.
“Yeah, I was.”
“You even got acid on your arm from that tentacle monster.”
“That’s right.”
“What were you thinking back then? Did you resent me?”
“I’ll be honest. I resented you a lot.”
She let out a small laugh. “Sorry for making you suffer.”
It’s fine. This time you’re the one who’ll suffer because of me. Not physically—mentally. I smiled softly and guided her to a large, flat rock by the water’s edge. We sat close enough that our shoulders touched. While I fixed her wind-tousled hair I said,
“Feel free to make me suffer from now on. You can use me all you want. Just keep me by your side.”
“Use you…? I would never…”
“It’s just a figure of speech.”
I looked at her with deep, meaningful eyes and brushed my thumb across her lips, pressing the soft, moist flesh. Her throat bobbed. She seemed nervous. It had been a while since she’d been touched like this; her heart was probably racing.
“Shall we walk a little more?”
“Huh…? Oh, yes… let’s.”
She nodded hurriedly. Her expression told me she was disappointed I hadn’t done more. I stood, gently caught the back of her head, and kissed her forehead.
“Ah…”
A tiny sigh escaped her. She stared at me with trembling eyes.
“Come on. Let’s keep walking.”
“Okay…”
That evening we ordered a feast and several bottles of soju at a seaside restaurant with a view of the waves. The Doctor was drinking like a whale. She was probably terrified of being with me sober. I deliberately kept her from drinking too fast. If she were completely wasted, she wouldn’t fully feel what I was about to do to her. She needed to experience every inch of my cock so she’d cling to me even harder.
“Why are you like this!? Give it back!”
She got angry when I moved her glass away. Her voice was louder than usual; her tongue was clearly heavy, but she was definitely drunk. Time to take her. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I rose without a word, paid the bill, and returned. Then I snatched the soju bottle from her before she could pour another glass. She ground her teeth.
“Give it back…!”
“Stand up.”
“I want to drink more. Sit down already.”
I ignored her, grabbed her arm, and pulled. She stumbled against me, then warned in a weak voice, “Don’t get cocky… Who do you think you are…”
“What?”
“…Who do you think you are to talk to me like…”
“Speak clearly. Stop mumbling.”
“Dropping honorifics again… you bad…”
Good. That’s enough to sober her up before I fuck her. I dragged her out and headed for the nearest hotel. She was practically being hauled off like a criminal, half against her will. When she saw the towering building she started whining.
“I don’t want to…! I’m not going…”
“Why not?”
“You brought me here on purpose to do something to me, didn’t you…? I know what you’re thinking…”
“Don’t imagine weird things. I booked two rooms.”
“R-really…?”
She scratched her head, embarrassed. Of course I’m lying. I only booked one room. I needed her to follow me quietly.
“Yes. So just come along nicely. Nothing you’re worried about will happen.”
“…..”
She nodded slowly and began walking toward the hotel on her own. Her swaying steps looked dangerously unsteady, so I slipped her arm around my shoulder to support her.
“I can walk by myself…”
“Be quiet. We’re almost there.”
She obediently shut her mouth. We entered the hotel, took the elevator, and I pressed the button for the royal floor. The elevator rose quickly and quietly. The Doctor narrowed her eyes.
“When did you make the reservation…? This was supposed to be a spontaneous trip.”
“While you were in the bathroom. Stop talking and stay still.”
“O-okay… haa…”
I couldn’t tell if that sigh was relief or disappointment. The thick smell of alcohol rolled off her. She really had drunk quite a lot.
We got off on the highest floor and walked to the room at the very end of the corridor. When I opened the door with the key card, elegant, old-fashioned décor greeted us. The Doctor let out a soft gasp of admiration, then turned to me.
“Thank you. You should go to your room now…”
Am I crazy? Leave her in this state? Besides, there’s only one room. Without answering, I took a step closer. She hiccupped in surprise.
“What are you doing…? You said you booked two rooms… hic!”
“I did. But I want to stay with you longer, Noona.”
“…..”
“Is that okay?”
“…Hic!”
She couldn’t refuse; she just kept hiccupping and fanning her flushed face. Deciding the mood was ripe, I caught her wrist, lifted it, and slowly pressed her back against the wall.
“Wait…! Jihyeok… hic!”
“Why?”
“Do you really have to… ugh! …do this… haa!”
I didn’t wait for the rest. I covered her mouth with mine. She must have come prepared today; she didn’t resist at all. Instead she parted her lips slightly so my tongue could slip inside. Her mouth tasted strongly of soju. She was probably tasting the same thing from me.
“Mmm… hagamaa…”
Does this girl have a habit of talking while kissing? It sounded like she was trying to say “wait.” Of course I had no intention of listening. Just like in the lab, I slid my leg between hers. Her thighs pressed against the top of my thigh. The weight of her pubic bone pushed my center of gravity downward. I tensed my leg, pinned both her wrists with one hand, and used the other to unbutton her shirt from top to bottom.
Pop. The first button opened. Her eyes flew wide, but when they met mine they slowly closed again.
Pop. When the second button came undone she seemed to decide this was too much; she turned her head and broke the kiss.
“Haa… Jihyeok… this isn’t right… please stop…”
“Do you really want me to stop?”
“Yes… stop, please…”
If she put any strength into her arms she could have pulled free. But the Doctor stayed still, only talking. Yet she still told me to stop? One corner of my mouth lifted. Without a word I undid the third button.
Pop.
Inside the gaping shirt, her elastic breasts came into view. I glanced down and swallowed involuntarily. I’d thought they looked amazing even clothed, but seeing them bare was on another level. They weren’t grotesquely huge, but they were large, perfectly shaped even while restrained by her bra. My heart hammered; the excitement refused to settle. I’d barely seen half of them and I was already this far gone…
Insane…
Now that I’d seen those beautiful breasts, even if she cried and begged me to stop, I would go all the way. Not that she would refuse.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against me.
“Hng…!”
The hiccups had stopped at some point. I kissed her again and continued with the fourth button.
Pop.