Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Counselor
"It's about time she showed up..."
Min-su checked his watch once more. It had been about fifteen minutes past their agreed meeting time. Su-young, who was usually so prompt and never late, had him worried. He'd sent her a KakaoTalk message, but she hadn't even read it, which only ramped up his anxiety. He couldn't leave the spot in case she arrived right then, leaving him stuck in limbo.
Finally, he spotted her hurrying toward him from across the way.
"Sorry, Oppa! I kept you waiting too long, didn't I?"
"Yeah, Su-young."
Rather than anger at her tardiness, joy surged ahead. He started to call out his girlfriend's name loudly, but the words caught in his throat. Her rushing figure was just too provocative.
Su-young's lower half was clad in hot pants that clung to her hips like a second skin. At a glance, you might mistake them for underwear—no surprise there. They hugged her so tightly it seemed like her camel toe was on full display. If you had sharp eyes, you'd definitely see it. And yet, despite the cling, there was no panty line. He could guess why, but saying it out loud felt embarrassing.
Even that provocative bottom paled compared to her top. Or maybe it wasn't even "clothing" at all. Aside from some sticker-like things barely covering her nipples—as if that was any excuse—she was stark naked from the waist up. And to top it off, she clutched a handbag that somehow made it all the more outrageous.
This outfit would've been unthinkable on Korean streets just a few months ago. Hell, even now, no regular woman could pull it off—only an onahole maybe.
Seeing his girlfriend dressed like that turned Min-su's mind blank white for a second, then cooled just as shockingly fast.
'Ah, Su-young must've dressed this slutty to look hot for me.'
That thought filled him with gratitude for his thoughtful lover, making his lips twitch into a smile. Walking right beside her was a guy with no standout features. It wasn't a great sight—another man glued to his girlfriend—but when Min-su saw the guy's face, he couldn't muster anger or disgust.
He was Su-young's love counselor, after all.
With Min-su's busy schedule keeping them apart, this guy stepped in to help her out and give dating advice. It'd be inhuman to resent him for that. Even if he was groping Su-young's plump ass with a sleazy grin.
"Seriously, sorry. I told her to leave earlier, but she dragged her feet."
Su-young patted the counselor's head as she made excuses. He shot back with a troubled whine.
"No helping it, right? It's a rare date with her boyfriend—she couldn't just go like that. Gotta max out those female hormones by taking another guy's cock first. That's how you really excite a man."
"Ugh, if you can't say anything nice... You could've just woken up early and used my pussy. Is that your excuse?"
Su-young glared daggers and pinched his cheek. The sibling-like bickering between big sis and little bro made Min-su chuckle despite himself.
"So, that's what you did in broad daylight? Used Su-young's pussy?"
Min-su glanced down at her skin-tight hot pants. Now that he noticed, they looked sticky with some fluid. Semen, straight up.
"Yeah. Sis is dating you now, hyung, right? Can't fill her pussy with just any guy's cum. So I stepped up."
Made sense—even to make the date top-notch, another guy's dick inside would count as cheating. But if it was the love counselor's? Totally different story.
Min-su bowed his head sincerely to the counselor. "Thanks for creampieing her beforehand. She looks extra pretty today because of it."
"Aw, Oppa, geez. Saying it like that makes me shy."
Su-young squirmed bashfully, but her grinning lips said she loved it. Who wouldn't, from a handsome boyfriend?
"Hyung, you're so lucky. You have no idea how tight and tasty Sis's pussy is. Once it grabs your dick, it sucks like it'll never let go. Never gets old, no matter how much you eat it."
"R-Really?"
Min-su laughed awkwardly, tilting his head. Something fatally off gnawed at him, but he couldn't name it.
"Hey, seriously? Don't embarrass me like that."
Su-young smacked her dramatic little bro's back—though with zero force, egging him on more.
Reading the signal, he fanned the flames. "What? It's all true, right? Fucked her doggy before we left, and she squirted pussy juice everywhere, begging for more even when I said we'd be late."
"Hey!"
He'd crossed the line there. Su-young whacked his head with her bag. He smartly angled to take it painlessly, minimizing damage, then said to Min-su,
"Marry this sis, hyung, and you'll have your hands full. She's a total man-eater. Regular guy'd get his life force drained dry."
"Ahahaha..."
Min-su's laugh came out drier than usual. Normally, he'd belt out a hearty one at the joke. What was with today? Bad condition?
He forced casualness. "Guess I'll hit you up for help then."
"Heh, anytime. I'm a pro at taming pussy."
Min-su knew the guy's rep well. Recommender for the one-and-only Onago High School in Korea. Owned some foreign princess as his dedicated toilet. Flashy stuff like that. That's why he trusted him with Su-young.
...Had he? Willingly handed his girlfriend over?
Min-su frowned, his hazy past refusing to clarify. No memory of this counselor inserting himself between them. Like ink forcibly scribbled over a printed page.
"Oppa? You okay? You look sick."
Her worried voice snapped him back. No guy wants to look weak in front of his girl, so he overcompensated with forced cheer.
"Wha? Nah, nothing. Dust in my eye. Staring at my pretty Su-young must've made it jealous."
"Ugh, what... You're embarrassing me."
Crusty line from anyone else, but from her handsome Oppa? Gold. Su-young twisted her body unconsciously to look even better for him.
Truth was, Su-young was a knockout even without the ass-kissing. No dating in high school 'cause of self-improvement grind, but she could've had guys lining up. No wonder a catch like Min-su snagged her.
But the extreme skin exposure—plus the covered bits painted on like body art—dropped her from beauty to straight-up whore or onahole level. Min-su sensed it instinctively but ignored it consciously. Boyfriend critiquing girlfriend's outfit? Lame.
"C'mon, let's go. Lots to do today."
Min-su grabbed her hand to gloss over it. The counselor slid his fingers into her pussy to hold on. Love counselors had a duty to manage a woman's most vital dating asset: her pussy.
These days, the counselor always tagged along on their dates. For wholesome, proper romance. Min-su had exes, no need for counselors, but Su-young was his first—kinda had to.
He'd never seen other couples with one. Felt weird, sure. But for some reason, he couldn't complain to the guy.
It was just the rule.