The Bridal Waiting Room
It was a beautiful May, and the wedding hall already burned with the heat of celebration, yet the bridal waiting room alone seemed cut off from the world, wrapped in nothing but a still, sweet air.
Seated before the mirror, the bride, Eunchae, was beautiful enough to stop a breath.
Her height was just right to fit perfectly into a man's arms, her proportions ideal. Slender arms and legs stirred a protective instinct even as they gave off a faint, unplaceable sensuality. Her skin was truly as white and translucent as milk just drawn, and wherever the wedding gown's smooth satin touched her, a soft luster seemed to spill from it.
She was, by anyone's measure, a dazzling beauty. Large, glistening eyes, a straight nose, and full lips flushed red. Abundant waves of hair spilled loosely down to veil her white shoulders, and the fine strands fluttering beneath her tiara made her look all the more fragile, and all the more bewitching.
The dress she wore today was an off-the-shoulder mermaid line that laid her figure bare. Above the tightly cinched waist her breasts rose full and high, and the curve from waist through hips to the swell of her backside drew a line so perfect it was hard to breathe.
Below the knees, frills and lace spread wide and soft as a wave, and the gown magnified the dizzying sensuality hidden inside Eunchae's innocence.
Three friends kept noisy, laughing watch at the quiet bride's side, each filling the waiting room with a charm all her own.
The first to catch the eye was Sujin.
She was tall enough to meet an ordinary man's gaze straight on, her shoulders broad as a swimmer's and the lines of her arms hard and defined, all of it speaking to her strength. True to the nickname Bamboo Shoot of the Gym, she had a body so solid that even through a thin blouse the ridges of her abs showed in a quiet suggestion.
Cool-toned white skin, a sharp bob, eyes that tilted slightly upward, and thick brows gave her a look that was cold and intense at once.
Today she had dressed neatly in black slacks and a white blouse, declaring herself the bride's bodyguard for a day, yet that very restraint only threw her figure into sharper relief. Her breasts were so full the thin blouse looked ready to burst, the buttons drawn taut as if to announce their presence, and her round, firm backside packed the fit of the slacks until it seemed about to split.
"Sujin, you look amazing today."
Sujin put on a deliberately dependable face and laughed, big and hearty. "I'll protect our bride."
Beside her sat Jieun, the only one of the four who treated herself like a colorless backdrop and habitually put herself down.
A small, round silhouette and a gentle face had always sent her slipping behind her friends' shadows, but the pink dress she wore today told an entirely different story.
The dress clung to her ripe, overflowing body the way a skin clings to fruit about to burst. An overwhelming volume that the thin fabric seemed barely able to contain surged perilously above the neckline, and that fullness asserted a heavy presence with every breath she took. Flesh she had only ever thought of as plump was as white and fine as fresh cream just whipped, the sort that looked as if a fingertip would sink straight in and melt.
"Everyone's pretty except me..."
The words came out self-mocking, the way they always did, but the voluptuous curves spilling past the dress had a pull that could catch a person's eye at least once.
Last was Jimin, bustling about with a camera in hand.
She had volunteered to play photographer today and dressed in comfortable casual clothes, but the fit was anything but ordinary.
Even in flat shoes she showed off legs that lost nothing to her friends in heels. The line from thigh to ankle was a work of art, and her lower half in skin-tight skinny jeans drew a gasp from anyone who looked.
Her face was unmistakably a cute puppy's. Dimples sank into both cheeks whenever she smiled, her eyes turning to crescents, and she teased Eunchae with the warmest affection of anyone there. Beneath that adorable face stretched long, slender legs, a contrast that made her striking.
The door creaked open. No knock.
The man who came in looked utterly ordinary.
Faded jeans, a loose white T-shirt, a height that would draw neither short nor tall from anyone, anywhere. The sort of common appearance you might see on any street.
But his face was... strange.
He was no beauty who had crossed the line, yet the moment their eyes met his, the impression was intense enough to blank the mind.
His irises were unusually black and deep, and whenever the corner of his mouth lifted even slightly, the air grew heavy.
The first to react was, of course, Sujin.
"How did you get in here... Please leave."
Her voice was low and cold as she took a step forward. Shoulders trained in the gym shifted.
But the instant the man turned his head and met her eyes—
Thud.
Sujin's heart dropped once, hard. Her breath caught.
The man smiled, very small. Sujin's mouth fell open on its own.
"...Welcome."
The voice trembled. Reason screamed Are you insane?, but her body betrayed its owner's will.
Disbelief sat on Sujin's face even as she stepped meekly aside, as if greeting a master she had waited a long time to receive.
As the man brushed past, his fingers stroked lightly over her left breast and moved on.
Over the blouse, truly like a bird's feather.
Sujin's knees buckled. The insides of her firm thighs went hot in an instant, and the strength ran out of them. She sank to the floor and dragged in ragged breaths.
Why... why don't I want to resist?
The man didn't so much as glance at Sujin collapsed on the floor. His gaze went to Jieun standing by the door.
"You. Go outside. Don't let anyone in. With everything you've got. Mm. With a body like that, you should be more than enough to keep them out."
Jieun couldn't manage resistance, or even a scream. She only nodded as if spellbound.
Her round face flushed a red that looked ready to burst. With a strange expression in which shame and an unknowable excitement were tangled together, she staggered out the door and vanished.
Click.
The sound of the lock was unusually loud.
Now the room held only Eunchae, eyes wide with confusion; Jimin, frozen in the corner with a hand over her mouth; and Sujin, sunk to the floor.
The man approached Eunchae.
"Stand up."
A short, simple command. Its weight was absolute.
Eunchae set down the bouquet in her hand without strength and rose slowly from her seat, like a doll bound by invisible thread. The mermaid gown's abundant hem brushed the floor with a soft rustle.
"Turn around."
Eunchae didn't even think of defying him. She turned her body slowly.
Above the tightly laced corset, the smooth line of her back was laid bare and defenseless before him. He stood directly behind her, close enough that his hot breath nearly, and not quite, touched the nape of her neck.
A low, slow, sticky voice lingered at her ear.
"You. Come here and lift her wedding dress."
His gaze turned toward Jimin in the corner.
Eunchae's shoulders flinched. At the edge of her vision she saw Jimin approaching, hesitant. Jimin's eyes were unfocused and wet with a daze, yet she answered the man's order mechanically.
Jimin's trembling fingertips caught the hem of Eunchae's dress. The slick feel of satin filled her hands. Eunchae's shoulders twitched before she knew it.
Slowly, very slowly, the pure-white curtain began to rise.
Eunchae's slender ankles appeared first, long and well-proportioned for a woman, and then her smooth calves and the tender skin at the backs of her knees were bared to the air in turn.
Because of the tight mermaid line, lifting the dress was slow and secret. Every time the back of Jimin's hand brushed Eunchae's leg, both women's bodies jerked at once.
Eunchae's breathing turned uneven.
In front of my friend... in front of a man... my legs...
Her head told her it was shameful, and yet, strangely, she felt no refusal. If anything, the cool air slipping between her legs raised goosebumps and brought a peculiar sense of release. The rough sound of Jimin's breath as she gathered the dress stimulated Eunchae's ear.
"Higher. Until her ass shows."
The man's quiet voice fell again. Jimin swallowed dryly and hauled the dress up hard with shaking hands.
The inner skin of Eunchae's thighs, whiter still for never having seen the sun, was laid starkly bare.
And at last—
Below the tightly cinched waist, white lace lingerie appeared, cupping a backside so full it looked ready to burst.
Skin showed through the thin lace: underwear that was chaste, and somehow obscene.
And because the dress had lifted and supported her hips, Eunchae's line was as round and luscious as a perfect peach.
At last the white lace panties covering Eunchae's most secret place were revealed to the world.
The most beautiful underwear, embroidered in pure-white silk and lace, prepared for a wedding night.
Eunchae stared blankly at the full-length mirror on the wall, as if hypnotized.
The mirror held an unbelievable scene. A bride whose wedding dress had been gathered to her waist by a friend's hands, her lower body laid bare, her face flushed red, her head bowed as she looked into the glass.
The bouquet had fallen and lay rolling on the floor.
This... is me?
The thought flashed through her mind like a shard, and yet, strangely, she felt no shame. From deep in her chest something hot welled up instead. The situation was accepted as utterly natural, utterly ordinary.
"Stick your ass out more. As far as you can. What's wrong? First time stripping in front of other people?"
The command fell, mocking, and impossible to refuse.
Eunchae bent deeply at the waist as if possessed. Her supple waist curved in a narrow arc, and her round backside was thrust toward the man, higher, and more blatantly.
A thrill rang all the way to the crown of her head, and the insides of her thighs trembled.
The man smiled as if satisfied, and this time he called Sujin.
"Come here."
Sujin staggered to his side like a sleepwalker. Her gaze dropped of its own accord. Beneath the dress Jimin had gathered up, Eunchae's snow-white backside and thin panties lay utterly undefended.
The moment she witnessed a friend's underwear—and not just any friend's, but the bride's, who ought to have been most sacred today—Sujin's breath caught in her throat.
"Kneel."
She dropped.
Sujin went to her knees without resistance. The plush carpet cradled them softly.
Before her eyes, the finest silk panties cupping Eunchae's backside filled her vision as if in close-up. It seemed she could smell Eunchae's skin through the thin cloth.
"Take the bride's panties off. Slowly. Don't rush a single bit of it. Gently."
The man's low whisper bored into her brain. Sujin's hand rose slowly, drawn as if by a magnet.
Her fingertips touched the dainty lace edge of the panties. A shiver ran through her at the smooth silk against her skin.
Sujin swallowed once, then drew the white silk panties down beneath Eunchae's backside, slowly, very slowly.
The taut band slid softly, brushing the flesh of her thighs. The pale cleft of Eunchae's backside came gradually into view, and the white silk panties traveled down her thighs until, only at her ankles, they fell with a limp little drop.
Now nothing remained on Eunchae's lower body.
At last the bride's secret garden was revealed.
The pink, smoothly shaved mound, prepared for the wedding, was flushed like a bud waiting for its owner. And in the parted cleft, clear honey had gathered and glittered, as if it had already sensed the pleasure to come.
When the unfamiliar air touched that sensitive flesh, a short, wet moan slipped from Eunchae's mouth. She couldn't bring herself to step out of the panties caught at her ankles, and she barely held herself up on trembling legs. Her heart felt ready to burst.
The man laid a hand on the bride's backside. Not a grab—a touch that stroked down, light and precious.
In that moment the bride sighed without meaning to. A small, sweet sigh.
While Eunchae trembled, expecting a greater stimulus, the man's gentle voice came again from behind her.
"You. Turn around now and take off my pants and underwear."
At his order, a rustle sounded behind her. Eunchae couldn't help glancing at the mirror.
In the glass, her most reliable friend, Sujin, was on her knees, undoing the man's belt.
Soon she heard the sound of Sujin pulling down his pants. The sharp sound of a zipper descending, the soft sound of cloth falling to the floor, and then the stillness that followed, a stillness that seemed to stop the breath.
And in that stillness, Eunchae smelled him for the first time.
From the man's groin rose a thick, hot, living animal smell.
The instant it brushed the tip of her nose, an old buried memory flashed in Eunchae's mind.
When she was little, the day she had gone to church holding her mother's hand.
The prayer she had made while looking at the cross upon the altar.
Lord... if I ever meet someone I truly love, please let me give him everything without shame.
Back then she had thought that meant a kiss.
She had thought it meant saying I love you.
She had thought it meant... sliding a ring onto a finger in front of the guests.
But in this moment, she realized that prayer was being answered.
Ah... so this was it.
She closed her eyes. The insides of her eyelids were hot. But it was not crying.
It was... understanding.
The moment Sujin's hand, reflected in the mirror, closed around the man's cock, Eunchae remembered once more that her own panties were already down at her ankles.
The cool draft brushing her backside, and the sensation of sticky arousal trickling down between her widely parted legs.
She felt it with her whole body.
That she was, right now, in this moment, truly being prepared.
"I need lubricant. You're going to have to work a little."
The instant the words left him, Sujin's face buried itself between his legs, and soon she began to move earnestly back and forth. Every time her face drew back, his cock came into view, glistening with spit.
Before long Eunchae began to feel a terrible thirst. Wondering if she was the only one, she stole a glance aside and found Jimin's face, still gripping the dress, flushed a red that looked ready to burst. She too was swallowing dryly, unable to take her eyes off that huge weapon sliding in and out of her friend's mouth.
A moment later the man looked at Sujin and nodded as if satisfied. Sujin, who had been sucking his cock, took her mouth away and drew back.
"She's lonely over there by herself. Go take her panties off and lick her pussy."
His chin jerked toward Jimin. Sujin, who until a moment ago had held his cock in her mouth, immediately turned and pushed herself between Jimin's legs.
Jimin startled and clutched Eunchae's dress even harder, but she could not refuse. Sujin's hands dragged Jimin's panties down to her ankles without hesitation.
The inside of Jimin's underwear was already soaked through with a clear stain of arousal she hadn't been able to hold back.
A wet suck, a slurp, a lick.
Then Sujin began to devour Jimin's secret place greedily. At her friend's tongue, Jimin's legs shook, and a stifled moan broke free.
Using that naked sound as background music, the man slowly pressed himself against Eunchae's back.
And his cock, gleaming with Sujin's saliva and care, aimed precisely at the entrance of Eunchae's widely opened petals.
A thick push.
Entry without a single moment of hesitation.
The instant he was fully inside, Eunchae's whole body woke at once.
The first thing she felt was heat. At the same time came a pressure as if her entire body were being squeezed shut.
A flame-like heat, enough to burn the skin and yet enough to melt it, drove deep into her inner self and bore down on her whole body.
When his cock filled her completely, Eunchae felt her womb squirm as if it were a living thing. At the same time a small flame bloomed in a corner of her chest.
More... deeper...
Her head was saying no, but her body wanted it of its own accord, and the instinctive craving made her dizzy.
Eunchae felt her backside push unconsciously farther back.
With that single motion her expectation grew, and it reddened her cheeks.
And little by little, very little by little, her inner walls tightened and eased in tiny repetitions, as if trying to suck his cock in deeper.
Every time he moved even slightly, the friction shot through her whole body like lightning. The thrill that began at her waist climbed her spine, tickled the nape of her neck, and spread all the way to the crown of her head, and Eunchae let out a short breath without meaning to.
Then, once he found a rhythm, expectation exploded into pleasure in an instant.
Slap. Slap.
With the sound of flesh meeting flesh, pleasure crashed over her like a wave.
The first stroke or two was no more than a light tickle, but by the third and the fourth it was spreading through her whole body and winding around her feelings.
The trembling that began at her waist passed through her chest and rose to her head, becoming a vast tidal wave that swallowed her entirely.
Eunchae bit her lip without knowing it.
The sensation of the inner flesh of her thighs against his waist. The brush of coarse hair.
Every bit of that friction came to her as a vivid pleasure she had never felt before.
And the smell.
The smell of his sweat, the smell of his cock, the smell of her own excitement, all mixed together until they filled the tip of her nose.
That smell melted even her last reason, like an anesthetic. In her ears, the wet sound of Sujin's tongue licking Jimin's pussy, Jimin's breaking moans that she could no longer hold in, and the sound of her own heart all tangled together and filled her head.
And the most intense of all was the fullness. Every time she felt that tip reaching deep in her belly, all the way to the mouth of her womb, Eunchae realized she had been empty until now.
A feeling as if her whole body had been filled by his cock.
Ah... this was... the place I was meant to be filled.
When he thrust once more, deeper, Eunchae's vision flashed white.
In that instant she felt her pussy clench around his cock and refuse to let go, contracting as if it were begging.
And in that moment, every sensation gathered into one place.
I'm... alive right now.
She felt it to the bone. Her heart pounded as if it would burst, her blood raced through her whole body, her pussy swallowed him, and her womb trembled with joy.
Eunchae did not open her eyes. There was no need. In this moment she felt, perfectly, that every corner of her body, every single cell, belonged to him.
And in the instant he drove in deep one last time, Eunchae clearly felt the mouth of her womb open wide.
The entrance that had been shut tight opened, and at once something hot poured in—one drop, two, and then without end.
Eyes closed, Eunchae clenched her inner walls tight so as not to miss a single drop of that heat.
Her womb, soaked in rapture, was sucking all of it in greedily.
Eunchae, who had held her body completely still for a moment, slowly fell away as if collapsing.
A little later, when the man slowly withdrew, the white torrent that had been held back burst free like a broken dam.
It trickled.
Thick white fluid ran down the inside of Eunchae's thighs and soaked the pure-white lining of the wedding dress. Eunchae barely leaned against a chair in the bridal waiting room, her waist bent, her backside lifted just a little.
In that very posture, she let out a happy sigh.
Beneath a pure-white dress, a bride filled with the semen of a man who was not her groom.
The moment was so perfect that Eunchae cried.
Right then—
"Eunchae! It's almost time! Mom's here to help!"
The door flew open.
Her mother came in, smiling brightly.
Behind her, the bridesmaids stirred as if they meant to pour in after.
Her mother's eyes landed exactly on her daughter bent at the waist, and on the white, sticky something running down between her daughter's legs.
In an instant, the air in the waiting room froze.
Her mother's pupils shook as if an earthquake had struck. Her gaze moved next to the man standing behind her daughter. His huge cock, still gleaming, bore the unmistakable traces of desire just spent. And on the floor, Sujin still had her face buried between Jimin's thighs, while Jimin, legs spread, wept, drenched in pleasure.
Her mother's mouth fell open as if her jaw might drop. She couldn't even scream; her breath had simply stopped.
In that suffocating stillness, Eunchae slowly turned her head.
Tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and unfocused eyes.
She looked straight at her mother, frozen in horror. And, lifting the corners of her mouth softly, she offered a smile clearer and more peaceful than any she had shown in her entire life.