My Secret Partner (2)
Suyeon, Seongdae's girlfriend, was walking straight toward me. She was one of the most beautiful girls in our entire school—jet-black hair, a face like porcelain, legs that went on forever, and hips she'd simply been born with. A few years back, rumors had even gone around that she'd trained as an idol.
Between looks like that and the haughty, catlike way she carried herself, most guys couldn't even work up the courage to approach her. Those cold, empty eyes sitting in that blank face were probably why. True to her nickname, her expression never thawed. She was the Ice Princess.
But wait—what had Suyeon just said?
Looking at the bulge standing up in my pants, she'd said... what?
That it looked tasty?
I figured I must have misheard. Then I glanced sideways. Wumin and the other guys who'd been ragging on me had frozen solid. Yeah. I'd heard her right.
As she came closer, my eyes tracked her like they'd been dropped into slow motion. Was this what it felt like to shoot an idol fancam with your own face? How could a person look that much like a doll? A little icy, sure—but the path she walked down lit up like a runway under a spotlight.
"How many centimeters?"
She came up beside me and whispered it against my ear. A thick shampoo scent rolled off her hair, sweet enough that for a second I wanted to flare my nostrils and bury my face in the nape of her neck.
"Huh...? What?"
"That thing twitching in your pants. How many centimeters is it?"
Her pale skin drifted in close to my face. Those expressionless eyes—not a shred of warmth for another human being in them—locked onto mine and held.
Ah. You couldn't lie to a girl this pretty. Somewhere in the back of my head, something was screaming at me not to even try.
"What?"
"Just tell me~ How big is it?"
She asked in a sly, coaxing voice—the most cutesy tone I'd ever heard out of her. God, when a girl this gorgeous turned on the charm, you started falling in love even if you hadn't been. In my head I was already walking arm in arm with her, picking out a wedding dress.
My mouth was moving before I could stop it. I leaned in and whispered against her ear, barely a sound.
"Twenty... just under, I think...?"
"Pfft."
A smile started spreading across her face, like she was holding back a laugh at how honest I'd been.
"You pass."
"What?"
A satisfied little smile bloomed on that unreadable face of hers, and it only made me more curious what she was thinking.
"Here. Type it in."
She shoved her phone in my face. The keypad was already open.
"Ooooh~~~ look at the prince~~~"
Wumin's crew, who'd been watching the whole thing, started whooping. Even the sight of Suyeon—the school's number-one beauty—having a conversation with a loser like me was alien to them. And now she was getting my number? What the hell was going on?
"Huh...? What?"
"I said type it."
Suyeon pressed the phone into my hand. Her long, slender fingers brushed mine—cold to the touch. Was she actually an ice princess?
I started punching my number in, slowly. The second I finished, she snatched the phone back like she was reclaiming stolen property. She seemed to be typing a name into her contacts. Then she held the screen up to my eyes.
She'd saved me as 20CM—not Dongho. Then she turned and walked away, unhurried. That sweet shampoo scent drifted off her hair as she passed, and my eyes caught the cinch of her waist, the swell of her ass.
I couldn't process any of what had just happened. I'd gotten hard thinking about the woman I actually loved—Seongdae's mom. Then Seongdae's girlfriend Suyeon had walked over, asked me the size of my dick, said I passed, and taken my number...? Was this real life?
I couldn't make sense of any of it. I felt like I'd been hit in the head with a hammer.
Someone slammed the back door open hard enough to rattle the frame. Seongdae. He walked to his seat with that same bored, indifferent look he always wore, like a lion—king of the beasts. The calm that comes from a dull, empty routine. From knowing nobody in this room could touch him.
What would happen if Seongdae found out about this? I couldn't help watching him out of the corner of my eye. But luckily, he just dropped into his seat like nothing in the world had happened.
Whew. Days like this weren't easy.
"Alright, that's it for today!"
The long last period finally ended, and kids started getting up one by one. Normally I'd have packed my bag slow and taken my time. Not today.
Her profile photo came up with the message—her, smiling bright and elegant. Her. A jolt of excitement stabbed straight through my chest.
Today I had an important appointment with her. Operation: tail Seongdae. Specifically, we were going to find out where he went after school and what he was doing. But the most important part, for me, was that I'd be riding in her car. Our first drive together, basically.
I took a breath, fired off the reply, and checked on Seongdae. Right on cue, he and Suyeon were getting up with their bags, walking out the door arm in arm.
I followed at a distance, trailing them slowly. If Seongdae spotted his mom's car, we were screwed...
Seongdae and Suyeon headed out the gate and started walking the opposite direction from the overpass. Whew. Thank god. Her car was parked underneath it.
A white SUV. The color suited her—sleek, refined. How was even her car that well put together? I opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat.
"Dongho, you made it?"
"Hah...!"
The second I got in, I couldn't help but stare. One look at what she was wearing and I felt like I could fly. A tight white short-sleeve tee, a short denim skirt, white sneakers—today she looked like a college student.
Her thighs were on full display in the driver's seat. White, almost translucent—if you looked close you could see the veins. Firm, springy, and slightly parted on the seat. I kept having to drag my eyes back up to her face.
"Did class go okay?"
"Yes, of course. But Seongdae's heading the other way right now. We should get moving first!"
Today's objective was Seongdae. If we lost him, this date with her would fizzle out into nothing. I reminded myself—and her—what we were here for. A shared goal was the only thing pulling the two of us closer right now.
"Oh my, right. Seatbelt on."
Her car started rolling. She pulled a U-turn and began tracking Seongdae. Off in the distance I could see him walking side by side with Suyeon, their arms linked, that lazy swaggering gait of his heading somewhere in a hurry.
"Ma'am, from here we should take it slow..."
Fortunately there weren't many cars behind us, so we could ease off and tail them. As long as Seongdae didn't look back, he'd lead us all the way to wherever he was going.
While she drove, I looked around the inside of her car. It was impressively tidy—just like that innocent image of hers. More than anything, a sweet fragrance was seeping through the cabin. Had she spritzed on a little perfume? The scent got under my skin. My heart started hammering.
"Oh!"
The car, which had been rolling along fine, slammed to a stop. She'd been so focused on Seongdae she hadn't seen the red light at the crosswalk. We lurched to a halt just short of the stop line.
Her body pitched forward, and those firm breasts wrapped in that tight t-shirt swung toward the steering wheel. I reacted on instinct—threw my hand up toward her chest to keep her from flying forward. The springy give of her breast filled my palm. She was still pitched over the wheel, and the only thing holding her was my hand, clenched around her tit.
"Nngh..."
A faint little moan slipped out of her.
"Ah—!"
We both froze. The relief of not crashing was nothing compared to the shock of the position we were in—my hand still gripping her breast. The tips of her ears were turning red.
"Dongho... could you... let go of that?"
She looked down at my hand, still clenched around her breast, and spoke slowly. Her voice seemed to tremble a little.
"Ah... I'm sorry."
"No... I was the one who wasn't looking."
I slowly, slowly unclenched my hand from her breast. I could have sworn my handprint was still stamped into her white t-shirt. An awkward silence flooded the car in an instant.
I glanced at her. The hair at the back of her head was a little mussed—probably from the sudden stop. A faint sheen of sweat had gathered along the side of her face. She was breaking out in a cold sweat over how awkward this was.
Seeing that sweat on her face sent a rush of heat through me. Her body was telling me she was aware of me.
I snuck a look at her thighs in that denim skirt. They were slightly parted as she worked the gas and the brake. Inside, she'd be wearing panties that already carried her scent.
I thought back to last night—wrapping my hand around those panties, the filthy hours we'd spent together. Sweat, her body, the thin smear of her juices still on the fabric. I could already feel a bead of precum leaking from the swollen head of my cock, packed tight inside my pants.