Beneath the Long Tablecloth
At seven the next evening, Min-ho stood outside Le Mer in Cheongdam-dong.
It was a high-end French restaurant, and the intimidation started at the door. Valets worked in a brisk stream, taking the cars of guests as they stepped down from luxury sedans. Min-ho checked his outfit one more time.
This place looks a lot more expensive than I thought.
He had dressed to the standards of this world: black leggings that laid every curve of his body bare, matched with a soft beige shirt. He had tried. It didn't help. He had never been inside a restaurant this fine in his life, and the nerves were out of his hands. He was just about to go in when a voice he knew—and was glad to hear—came from behind him.
"Min-ho!"
He turned. It was Ji-eun. She had dressed as if she'd made up her mind about the night: a bewitching black halter-neck dress, the back cut daringly low, and through the thin fabric the outline of lavish lace underwear showed with a deliberate softness. In stilettos she looked about five foot ten—nearly four inches taller than he was.
"Noona..."
He had to tip his head back just to look up at her. For a second her overwhelming proportions and that mature air left him with nothing to say.
"Were you waiting long?"
"No. I just got here too."
"Then let's go in."
She slipped her arm through his as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and the soft give of her breast came to rest against his forearm. Staff showed the two of them inside. Their table was a private corner—screened just enough that other people's eyes couldn't settle on them, open enough that they could still feel the room.
"Nice, isn't it? Quiet, so it's easy to talk. And more than anything..."
She sat, and a strange little smile crossed her mouth.
"The tablecloths are long. You can't see underneath."
Min-ho took the seat across from her. A waiter brought the wine list.
"Shall we do a red? This one has a nice body."
She ordered an expensive bottle with easy confidence.
"What do you feel like eating, Min-ho?"
"I... don't really know places like this. I'll have whatever you recommend, noona."
"Then we'll do the dinner course. The chef here does a serious steak."
The moment she finished with the waiter, the wine arrived. Red filled the glasses.
"A toast. To your new start."
"Thank you."
A clear chime, and the glasses met. Ji-eun took a sip, propped her chin on one hand, and looked straight at him.
"Min-ho."
"Yes?"
"You look... really good tonight. Completely different from how you were at the office."
"Back then I was a little..."
"Always hiding your body in baggy clothes, head down... You didn't look like you had any confidence."
"Yeah. That was... pretty much it."
"But your eyes are different now. You look sure of yourself. And if I'm being honest..."
She dropped her voice a tone and leaned in, just slightly.
"I was interested in you. For a long time."
"What? In me?"
Min-ho's eyes went round. He hadn't seen that coming at all.
"Really. But you had your walls up so high I couldn't get close."
"I just... didn't think I was someone worth being interested in."
"Why? Is that weird?"
A soft laugh broke out of her.
"Your face is pretty cute, you know. You're a little short, but... you bring out the urge to take care of you, and there's something sexy in there too."
Her gaze traveled slowly down from his face, toward the lower half of him hidden under the table, and came back up.
"And it always seemed like you were hiding something incredible. I could never stop wondering what it was."
"Ah..."
"But I know now. When I saw you at the office yesterday..."
A little color rose in her cheeks, and she bit her lip.
"What you'd been hiding. And that it goes way past anything I imagined."
Heat rushed up Min-ho's face. That was when it happened. Under the table, something heavy and soft brushed along his calf. He flinched and looked at her. Ji-eun was swirling her wine as if nothing at all were going on. Beneath the cloth, though, she had kicked off her heels, and her bare foot was climbing his leg, slow.
"N-noona...?"
"What? Nobody can see us down here."
Her toes dug insistently into the inside of his thigh. Through the thin leggings, the heat of her sole and the movement of those toes were blatant. His breathing started to roughen.
"Min-ho. You're not hard already, are you?"
Her foot reached the center of him at last. His cock had already begun to swell, and her sole pressed down on it, firm.
"Nnh..."
A low groan slipped out of him, and he grabbed the edge of the table. Ji-eun kept an easy face and cut her steak, while under the table her toes squirmed and started scraping over the head of his cock.
"I saw it yesterday. It's enormous. I can feel how big it is even with my foot."
"Noona... there... haah..."
"Stay still. I'll make you feel good."
She started using both feet. She caught his huge cock between her soles and rubbed it up and down, footwork as skilled as if she were using her hands. The drag of that thin leggings fabric was lewder than bare skin would have been.
"Noona... I... I can't hold it..."
"It's fine. Don't hold it. I want to check again just how incredible yours is."
Her feet moved faster. Inside the tight leggings his cock was swollen fit to burst. The pressure of her soles, the heat of the friction, and the sheer wrongness of a restaurant piled together, and his reason blew out in a second.
"Ah—no—nngh!"
His hips jerked up. Pulse after heavy pulse, a shocking amount of cum burst inside the thin leggings, pumping out as if something had ruptured. The front of the black fabric darkened in an instant, soaked through, white froth seeping out past the cloth.
"Haah... haah..."
Min-ho shook through the aftershocks and stared blankly down at his wet pants. When his mind came back, a brutal embarrassment crashed in after it. A high-end restaurant, and he had come with his clothes still on.
"Wh-what do I do? I'm sorry, noona. I must be out of my mind..."
He fidgeted, frantic, and reached for a napkin to cover himself. Ji-eun laughed, perfectly calm, and stopped him.
"Why are you panicking over that? It's not like you wet yourself."
"What? But..."
"It's a normal bodily reaction. Same thing as your mouth watering when you see something delicious. I'll call a waitress and have her take care of it."
"Here? Right now?"
He was horrified. She had already pressed the bell. A young waitress in a neat uniform came over at once.
"Is there anything you need?"
Ji-eun tipped her chin toward his soaked crotch.
"My boyfriend's just too healthy. He had a little accident in the middle of dinner. Could you take care of it?"
The waitress's eyes went between his legs. Even after he'd come, his cock hadn't gone down—still hugely erect, the cum glazed thick over it. Color rose hard in her cheeks. It wasn't disgust. It was plain curiosity, and arousal.
"Oh my... my God."
She took a thick hot towel and a portable dryer off her tray, then went down on one knee in front of him. Min-ho wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor and disappear. The waitress only looked up at him, eyes bright.
"Sir, if it isn't rude... may I touch it for a moment while I wipe you off?"
"What...?"
He answered before he'd really processed it, and her face lit up as she reached.
"Thank you. I've never seen one this fine."
She began to wipe the wet leggings with the warm towel, carefully, thoroughly. Over the soaked cloth her fingers pressed along the outline of his glans as she cleaned—less like cleaning than a caress.
"You really are enormous. You came, and you're still this hard."
She let out a wondering little sound, finished the wet places, and switched the dryer on. Warm air moved over his groin. Under the pretense of drying him, she kneaded the inside of his thigh and the underside of his cock, light and entirely unshy.
"All done, sir."
When the damp had mostly gone, she stood. Flushed, she looked at Ji-eun with open envy in her voice.
"A cock like that... you are a very lucky woman. And I got to touch it. Today's my lucky day."
She winked once at Min-ho and hurried off. The whole thing felt like a dream.
Ha... So just like wearing clothes that show your cock isn't strange, coming because you got worked up is nothing but proof you're healthy...
He wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long breath.
If I'm going to get used to this world... I've still got a long way to go.
Ji-eun watched the dazed look on his face and laughed as if he were adorable.
"There. You're clean now, so let's finish dinner. And dessert—we'll have that at my place."
How the meal ended, he couldn't have said. Time simply went. They paid and stepped out of the restaurant. The night air was cool.
"Min-ho, want to come to my place?"
"What?"
"My husband's on a business trip. For a week. Nobody's home."
She took his hand and drew him along, gentle.
"I want to see you. All of you. What I felt with my foot earlier... I want to see it with my eyes. I want to touch it."
His heart started hammering again. After what had just happened, the usual hollow lull should have settled over him. One look at the provocation in her eyes and his body ran hot all over again.
"All right."
Ji-eun's home was a luxury apartment in Cheongdam-dong, not far from the restaurant. The moment the front door opened, the scale of the place hit him—a wide living room, a fine leather sofa, marble underfoot, abstract art on the walls. It was a different world from the cramped studio he'd been living in.
"Wow... this place is really something."
"My husband's a doctor. He makes good money. That's all he is, though."
She stepped out of her heels in the entryway. The height came off, and she was still about an inch and a half taller than he was. Barefoot, her ankles were slim and pretty. The thought that those feet had made him come left his mouth dry.
"Anything to drink?"
"Water's fine."
"More wine? I've got something better than what we had."
"Sure."
She brought a bottle from the cellar. They sat side by side on the living-room sofa. In the quiet, the only sound was wine being poured. A glass or two passed between them, and a pleasant buzz was just starting to rise when she set her empty glass on the table.
"Min-ho."
"Yes, noona."
"I'm going to ask you straight."
She turned her body and looked him dead in the eye. The wine had loosened her gaze, but the want in it was perfectly clear.
"Do you want to sleep with me?"
He nodded without hesitating. The instinct he'd been holding down since the restaurant stirred.
"Yes... I do. With you."
"Then let's go to the bedroom."
She stood and took his hand. Hers was warm and soft. The bedroom was as wide and clean as the living room. A king-size bed sat in the center with a kind of authority, and low light deepened the mood.
"Min-ho, sit here on the bed."
He perched on the edge, and she stood in front of him. Five foot eight looking down at five foot six. Her eyes traveled slowly from the crown of his head on down.
"Seeing you like this... you really are small. Cute."
She started undoing his shirt, button by button. Every time her fingers touched him, his skin flinched.
"But..."
She peeled the shirt off and tossed it aside, and her hand found the waistband of the leggings that had already caused one scene tonight.
"This isn't small at all. I checked earlier."
She drew the leggings down slowly. The elastic peeled away, and his cock sprang free—held down until then, and already rigidly hard. He had come once, and the size of it hadn't diminished in the slightest.
"My God..."
Ji-eun's breath stopped. It was a visual shock on another level from what her foot had felt under the restaurant table.
"I was stunned when I saw it at the office yesterday, but... right in front of me, bare like this..."
Carefully, she wrapped both hands around the huge shaft. Even using both, shaft remained, and the head jutted out past her fingers.
"Over twelve inches. That wasn't an exaggeration."
She looked up at him as if she couldn't believe it.
"Min-ho... this... will it even fit inside me?"
"Slowly... if we open you up right, it will."
"My husband's... isn't even half of this. The thickness isn't a comparison. This is a weapon."
She lowered the zipper of her dress and let it slip off. The bold lace she'd been wearing underneath was fully revealed.
"I wore this specially today. I wanted to show you."
The lavish black lace bra and panties stood in perfect contrast against her white skin.
"Noona... you're really sexy."
"Thank you."
She shed the underwear as well. Five foot eight of a body at once slender and lush. Thirty-eight, and kept so well it was hard to believe—firm, elastic.
"Min-ho, lie down."
He lay back deep toward the head of the bed, and she climbed over him. It became woman-on-top without either of them deciding it. Her full breasts swayed in front of his eyes.
"You're so small you tuck right into my arms."
She bent and kissed him deep. Tongues tangled. Saliva mixed.
"But... here..."
She broke the kiss, took his cock in one hand, and aimed it at her wet entrance.
"The complete opposite. Big enough to be scary."
Slowly, she began to lower her hips. His huge glans spread her open and tried to push in.
"Nnh..."
When the thickest part of the head caught, she winced and stopped.
"Wait... just a second..."
She hauled in rough breaths and tried to steady them. A stretching fullness, as if she might tear, crashed over her.
"Min-ho... you're too big... this isn't just being full..."
"Go slow, noona. I'll hold your hips."
He gripped her pelvis and braced her. She lowered again, a little at a time. A quarter. A third...
"Ah... aah... this is... my limit..."
Not even halfway in, and she couldn't go any lower.
"Noona, does it hurt? Should we stop?"
"No... no... don't stop. This feeling of being packed full... it's too good..."
Pain and pleasure mixed on her face as she carefully started to move her hips.
"Ah... Min-ho... this... this is insane..."
Her moans grew until they filled the room.
"Min-ho... so good... I'm packed full inside..."
He held her waist and thrust up from below, matching her rhythm.
"Noona... does it feel good?"
"Yeah... so good... with my husband... nnh, there's no comparison at all..."
She moved on top of him for a long while, then sagged, soaked in sweat, panting.
"Min-ho... let's change..."
She climbed off and lay on her back. When she spread her legs in an M, he could see her center, swollen red.
"Do it from on top. I'll take all of it from underneath."
He moved between her legs and came up over her. Ji-eun, those long legs of hers, looked up at him.
"Min-ho... you're short, but... up there like that... you look like one hell of a male. You look like a man."
He set his strength into his hips and pushed in again. Gravity helped. He went a little deeper.
"Nnngh...! Deep... too deep!"
Her head fell back.
"Noona... are you all right?"
"Yeah... keep going... don't stop... I think you're reaching my womb..."
He picked up the pace. The smack of flesh and the wet, messy sound of her fluids filled the room without shame.
"Min-ho... there... right there, that's good..."
Her long legs locked hard around his waist. Her heels ground down into his ass.
"Min-ho... more... harder... fuck me..."
He poured the last of his strength into speed. Pleasure rushed in that the orgasm at the restaurant couldn't begin to match.
"Ah... Min-ho... I'm... soon..."
Her body bowed like a drawn bow and started to shake.
"Min-ho... together... come with me...!"
He was at his limit too.
"Noona... I'm coming...!"
"Inside... fill me all the way...!"
A few seconds later, they hit the peak together. Hot cum surged from him in heavy waves and poured into her deepest place.
"Aaaah...!"
Ji-eun cried out long and locked her arms around him tight.
A long while after, the furious sex was over. They lay side by side, getting their breath back.
"Huu..."
She let out a ragged breath and rested her head on his chest. Once their bodies had mixed, the awkwardness was gone, and the words came easier, closer.
"Min-ho... you're really... incredible..."
"You were... the best, too..."
"So this... this is what real sex is."
She stared blankly at the ceiling and murmured.
"Five years of marriage... I've never felt anything like this. Not once."
"Noona..."
"With my husband it's once a month, if we even manage that. And even then it's over in five minutes. I don't feel a thing."
She wrapped an arm around his waist and burrowed closer.
"But you... you already came at the restaurant, and you still went more than thirty minutes. And with something this big, packing me full."
"I think I had more in me because it was you."
"Min-ho."
"Yes?"
"I want to see you often. Like this."
She pushed herself up and looked straight down at him. Sweat-damp hair clung to her face and made her look even more languid, even more lewd.
"I want to think of you as someone special. Like Yoon-ah. No—more than Yoon-ah."
His heart kicked.
"I... think of you as someone special too."
"Thank you."
She kissed him, a soft little peck on the lips.
"You're short... but as a man, you're bigger than anyone alive. You're perfect."
They spent the night in the warmth of each other's bodies.
The next morning.
Min-ho opened his eyes to pouring sunlight and stared, blank for a moment, at an unfamiliar ceiling. Beside him, Ji-eun was still dead to the world. Asleep, her face was peaceful and beautiful. He got up carefully and went to the window. Cheongdam-dong lay spread out below, the whole view in one glance.
Ji-young. Yoon-ah. And now noona Ji-eun.
Three women.
I've changed. I've really changed.
He picked up the phone lying on the nightstand. There was a message from Seo-yoon.
CEO Seo-yoon...
He thought for a moment, then sent a reply.
A smile touched the corner of his mouth. One hundred million won—the signing fee he'd collect today.
Today I pay off the debt.
Today he would finally clear that miserable debt, and a real new life would begin.