In the Shower

The moment we stepped into the shower stall together, every memory of having sex with Noona came rushing back, vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

Seeing Se-ah naked for the first time in three days was already more than my self-control could take. Add those memories on top, and my cock stood so hard it felt ready to punch a hole through the ceiling.

"Even if you try to seduce me like this, we can't. You're supposed to rest today, remember?"

She wrapped her arms around me from behind and reached down, her fingers closing around my cock. She stroked it slowly, back and forth, and her breath brushed my ear as she whispered.

"Yeah, I know."

I was supposed to take it easy today, so I would have preferred she take that hand off me too.

"How's the water?"

"It's fine. Feels good."

I'd turned the tap toward hot. The water ran just shy of warm, and I could feel the fatigue that had been sitting in my body start to rinse away.

The dungeon break had put me through hell, and three straight days of lying in bed had left everything stiff and heavy. Of course the exhaustion ran deep.

"You know you look really cute right now?"

"I dunnooo..."

The water running down my body seemed to carry the tiredness with it, and my face went slack without my meaning it to. She must have found the look on me funny, because she leaned out from behind my shoulder to see. When I turned my head, her face was right there.

My eyes dropped to those soft, full lips, and before I knew what I was doing I kissed her.

"Mmh... chup... mmph. We really can't today..."

"It's fine. As long as we don't have sex, right?"

Affection short of going all the way ought to be all right. If anything, the lift in my mood might even help me recover. It did for me, at least.

"Mmh... nnh... ahh! Do you like my chest that much?"

I slid a hand up to her breast while we kissed, and a sweet little sound caught in her throat. I didn't go after her nipple so much as enjoy the softness of her, palming the whole of it as I answered.

"I do. I could touch you like this all day."

"If you touched me all day, I don't think Noona would be able to hold out."

Even now she was twisting her legs together at the faint pleasure blooming in her chest. Wanting to give her more, I dipped my head and took her nipple into my mouth.

"Haaang! Nnh... ah!"

I'd recently discovered a genuine upside to being short. When I stood up, most women's chests sat right at my face. I was five-two and Noona was five-seven — all I had to do was tip my head and I could have her breast in my mouth.

"Harder...! Suck harder!"

Se-ah locked her arms around my head and crushed me against her chest, demanding it. I had no reason to refuse, so I drew on her in earnest. She cried out in time with every pull, the sounds going straight to my ears.

"Anh! Hnngh! You look like a baby... so cute..."

"Nnh—!"

She stroked my hair, then slid one of those twisted-together legs forward, bent the knee, and started working my cock against it. Her skin was soft, but the hard ridge of her kneecap pressed in at the same time, and the mix of the two sent a strange, dizzying pleasure through me.

"Poor thing... aahng! You got this hard and you can't even come. Hnnh...!"

Se-ah's chest wasn't large enough for me to gather both breasts and suck them at once, so I kept her left nipple in my mouth and worked the right one with my fingers. The thin pleasure stacked on itself, and her moans grew hotter, thicker, more undone. At the same time, a hand joined the leg that had been stroking my cock.

"Don't scratch there, Noona...!"

"Keep sucking, Dan-woo... haaang."

She was working my shaft with her leg and the head with her hand. I tried to stop her and failed. Fine. Everything but sex, then. I put my mind back on her nipple and committed.

The water ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pouring from the showerhead was getting in the way, so I shut it off and pushed her against the wall. My left hand swept down her back and closed on her ass; my right kept teasing her nipple.

"Hnngh. That feels so good, Dan-woo... nnh!"

"Mmh... yeah. Me too."

A handful of thick, yielding ass was enough to drive a person insane all by itself. In this world, finishing anywhere but inside was treated as a kind of sin. Not literally — but women got genuinely upset about it, or else carried a heavy guilt. Men couldn't come that often to begin with, so it almost never happened anyway. Still, I wanted to tell her that someday I was going to slide my cock between those cheeks and waste every drop there, for no reason at all.

"Do you like Noona's ass that much...? Hnnh! Your hand won't stay still... aaahng."

"When you're putting on a show like this, how ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠am I supposed to let go?"

I must have been too obvious about how much I loved her ass, because she'd caught on. Her voice went pleased and sly, and she gave her hips a slow, teasing sway. I nearly came on the spot.

"Haa... Noona. Open your mouth."

Sucking on her had been good, but I wanted her mouth again. I lifted my head. She understood, and though pleasure had her chin tipped back, she brought her face down and parted her lips a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠little.

"Mmh... chup...?"

"Heh."

She'd been expecting a real kiss. I let our lips brush and pulled away. She looked at me, puzzled, and I smiled and leaned in again.

"Chup... chuu...? Why do you keep doing that?"

"Because I felt like teasing you."

Lips only, again, and gone. She furrowed her brow and scolded me. Then she scrunched her nose, closed her eyes, and waited. I bumped her mouth and pulled back a third time, no tongue.

"You... stop that."

"Okay, okay. I won't."

I gave her ass a light, soothing pat. She huffed through her nose and shut her eyes again. I still had no intention of giving her my tongue.

"Mmh... chup... chuut...!"

"Mmph!?"

I figured if I pulled away immediately she'd be ready for it, so I lingered a second before trying to draw back — and her hands locked in my hair from behind and held me there. My lips parted in surprise, and she pushed her tongue straight in.

"Churp... chup... nnh..."

"Mmph... w-wait, Noo— mnnh..."

She didn't give me a gap to speak. Se-ah kissed like she meant to devour me, sucking on my mouth the way a vacuum would, until I could barely breathe. I had to tap out against her ass before she finally let go.

"Haa... haa..."

"No more teasing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Noona. Got it?"

"Y-yeah... I won't."

That was what I got for playing around. I'd have to keep the teasing this side of too far from now on. Not teasing her at all was not in my vocabulary.

"Shall we actually wash up? Noona'll do it for you."

"Thanks."

I turned my back to her. I heard the body wash squeeze out of the bottle, then the sound of her working up a lather. A moment later something soft and yielding pressed against my shoulder blades.

Not a washcloth. Warm, springy skin — and at the tip of it, a small, distinct peak. That was definitely her chest.

Yeah. I figured as much.

I'd been through this before, and besides, our place didn't even have a shower towel.

"How is it? Feel good?"

"Yeah... I could fall asleep like this."

"This part of you doesn't look very sleepy."

She reached for my cock, which was still standing at full attention with no sign of going down. But I had meant it about falling asleep. In the short time she'd been rubbing the wash over me, the exhaustion had come on all at once. My head was begging for rest. My cock was begging for sex. It was a ridiculous feeling.

"That tired?"

"A little..."

She felt that I meant it and took her hand away. Then she took me by both forearms and dragged her breasts up and down my back, washing me properly. Slowly, thoroughly — back, then arms, then legs — before she turned me around to face her.

"Just a little longer. We're almost done."

There was nothing sexual in it now. She was simply washing me, and the drowsiness accelerated. By the time she'd nearly finished my front I was half under already.

"You really were exhausted, huh. Just your hair left..."

"S'fine... I can wash it..."

"I know. Hang on a little more."

She sat my swaying self down on the floor and let me use her chest as a pillow. From there she shampooed my hair with careful, thorough fingers, and the kindness of the scalp massage, the clean cool relief of it, finally pulled the last of my consciousness under.

"He fell right asleep..."

Before she rinsed, Se-ah glanced down and found no response at all. He was out, breathing in small, even puffs. She cupped a hand over his eyes and nose so the suds wouldn't run into them, and let the water down with care.

"Can't blame him."

Three days of sleep had been the wrong medicine for the kind of fatigue a dungeon break left behind. After something like that, what a body needed was the right mix of rest and movement. Human bodies were badly designed that way — too much rest wrecked them worse than not enough.

"But why is this still so lively?"

The man himself had passed out standing up, wrung out with exhaustion — and he was still hard. It had flagged a little, but it was still up. She flicked the tip with a finger, once, twice.

"Just sucking him off... would be too much, wouldn't it?"

She turned the thought over for a second and then let it go. She got him into clothes before he could catch a chill, then changed into the set she'd left out for herself. She'd already washed her body while she was washing his, and she'd done her hair that morning.

"I won't let anything like that happen again. So don't worry anymore, okay?"

She said it as she laid him on the bed and brushed the hair off his forehead. It sounded less like something she was telling Dan-woo and more like a promise she was making to herself.

And just like that, four long, chaotic days came to a close, and the two of them stepped back into ordinary life.

"Pfft. Look at this asshole. Can't even keep a consistent schedule."

Hwani was sprawled across a wide king-size bed, scrolling his phone, when something on the screen pulled a snort of laughter out of him. A streamer's account sat open in front of him. The name was Ian. The last broadcast was timestamped three days ago, and that was what had set him off.

"This is why I keep saying it. The biggest idiots in this business are the ones who think they can coast on a pretty face. Treats streaming like a fucking joke."

A woman's voice answered through the phone speaker. The call icon blinked along the top of the screen.

"And here I thought I was finally gonna get to put somebody in their place..."

The woman who had been working so hard to match his mood made a puzzled sound.

"At what?"

A link arrived from the woman saved in his contacts as Manager. He tapped it, and a pinned notice from an internet cafe loaded on the screen.

The further he read, the harder his face twisted. He made it to the last line, and then he hurled the phone.

"This motherfucker!"

He scrambled off the bed so fast the blanket caught his foot, and he kicked it off with a snarl. Then he snatched the phone back up off the floor.

"He thinks he can just stroll back with an excuse like that?"

His manager hadn't expected him to blow up this hard. She scrambled to agree, her voice gone uncertain. Truthfully, she'd thought the post was decent enough. The flu that was going around, a man with a weak constitution laid up in bed — it was completely plausible. Women caught it all the time too; there was nothing strange about it. She'd only sent him the link so he'd know Ian hadn't actually quit.

"Hoo... one month."

"I'll have everything ready within a month, and I'm going to bury this asshole."

He hung up, raked his bangs back, and let out a long breath.

"You think you can take the number one male streamer title from me? You worthless nobody. I had you pegged from the start — back when you didn't even bother to say hello."

Say what anyone wanted. He was Twitch's undisputed face of male streaming. Fresh Hwani, current number one, sitting on a fanbase like a fortress. He bared his teeth in a thin, nasty smile.

"Just you wait. Let's see how long you can keep that smirk on your face."

His petty, poisonous nature was already in motion.