#28 Between Love and Colleagues (3)
It was a dingy bathroom devoid of any romance, but the atmosphere between the two grew increasingly heated. Before diving into the main act, they caressed and washed each other. A delicious tension, ready to ignite at any moment, hung thick in the air.
Yuchan reached out and unwrapped Minjeong's towel. There was always a thrill in this moment, like opening a perfectly packaged gift. The voluptuous nude body hidden beneath layers of clothing, a secret form that could never be revealed in public—now shared intimately between just the two of them.
The towel slipped from Minjeong's slender shoulders, and cool air first brushed against her breasts. She'd always worn tight clothes that compressed her chest, making it hard to guess their true shape, but they exceeded expectations in their three-dimensional allure. Teardrop-shaped breasts with nipples pointing sharply upward—the form often hailed as the most perfect. Not only did they have an ideal shape, but they also didn't show through clothes easily. As if sensing his sticky gaze, the pink areolas at the tips quivered faintly.
Accepting Yuchan's gentle touch, Minjeong let out a slightly quickened breath. He could feel her heartbeat pounding through the firm, springy breasts that bounced elastically under his hand.
"I don't know what to say. This feels... more awkward than I thought."
"Uncomfortable?"
"No, not like that."
Minjeong watched her breasts deform under Yuchan's hands, her face flushing with embarrassment. These breasts had never been fondled by another man. To think they were now exposed defenselessly to Yuchan, whom she'd seen as a mere colleague. It felt like doing something she shouldn't. Strictly speaking, it was wrong. Yuchan had Nayae as his girlfriend. But her body, heated by alcohol and the mood, quietly pushed that thought into oblivion. She rationalized it away, murmuring excuses about how his relationship with a mere twenty-year-old kid couldn't be all that serious.
As Yuchan's hand slid lower, the towel unraveled further. Her body was like a flawless statue—smooth and toned without an ounce of excess fat, every proportion perfect. She'd been doing yoga as a hobby for five years now, and it wasn't exaggeration to say she was on par with professional instructors. Her firmly toned core rebounded with just a light touch. Even from her stance, he could trace the shape of her perky, uplifted hips. Flanking her sensually indented navel were well-defined obliques, and her waist curved gracefully like a wine glass. With her innocent, pure face and the empty bottles scattered around, he'd assumed she might have a bit of a belly from drinking. Fortunately for Yuchan, though—if a woman's beauty lay in her lines, Minjeong's body elevated them to the extreme.
Under his burning gaze, Minjeong turned her face away in shy embarrassment.
"Hurry up and wash."
"Alright."
Lukewarm water poured over Minjeong's body, calming her slight shivers. She'd been trembling from the tension of this new experience and the chilly bathroom. Yuchan lathered body wash onto a sponge without asking permission and began rubbing foam along her side.
"It... tickles..."
"Should I stop?"
"No. But let me wash you too, Yuchan."
"Sure."
His hands delved unabashedly into her already sensitive sides. The slick sensation amplified the touch, making it vividly erotic. What started as mere tickling gradually heated her body. It was itchy, unpleasant even, yet she wanted him to keep going. His touch teased the primal instinct of a female yearning to submit to the male.
Feeling his hands roam her body, Minjeong placed her own on his skin. So different from a woman's—thick, firm flesh backed by dense muscle that seemed like it could deflect a knife. As Yuchan's fingers kneaded around her breasts and brushed her nipples, they stiffened rigidly despite no direct stimulation.
"Ah..."
Minjeong let out a needy moan and leaned into his chest. Their soapy skin slid smoothly against each other. An itch stirred between her thighs. Unconsciously, her hand reached for the space between his legs—the hot, throbbing rod that had been poking her lower belly. She caressed it delicately with her fingers, then froze in shock.
Its girth barely fit in one hand, its length daunting—would it all even fit inside? The glans protruded like a small fist, panting fiercely.
"Want me to wash that too?"
"Huh? Y-yeah... Oh..."
Fearsome in its brutality, yet she couldn't let go. Hiding her alarm, Minjeong began moving her hand slowly. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft in reverse grip, stroking smoothly without friction. Her movements were awkward and innocent, proving it was her first time—charmingly devoid of technique.
His member, already fully erect, swelled even further in her small hand.
"Time to rinse?"
Without waiting for a reply, water cascaded over them again. After thoroughly rinsing from armpits to groin, Yuchan turned off the shower. He dried her body softly with the thick towel she'd brought, her freshly glowing flesh resembling well-prepped ingredients before him.
The first time was crucial. He planned to drown her in pleasure before pain could register.
Yuchan scooped her up effortlessly. Cradled princess-style in his arms, Minjeong didn't struggle but quietly leaned into him.
"This feels like a dream. To think I'd end up doing this with you, Yuchan."
"How long are you going to keep calling me 'Yuchan-ssi'?"
"What should I call you then?"
"It's up to you, but adding '-ssi' to each other's names feels too distant, doesn't it?"
"I can't just switch to casual speech either..."
"Think about it."
Gazing up at him with doe-like eyes from his embrace, Minjeong pondered before speaking.
"Then... how about 'oppa'?"
After the words left her mouth, she burst into laughter like blue hydrangeas, embarrassed by her own corniness. She always laughed when she felt shy.
"'Yuchan oppa'—it's natural for someone younger to call an older guy 'oppa,' but it still feels weird."
"We were just coworkers until now."
"Then talk casually to me too, oppa. It feels uneven if only I do. I'm seven years older, after all."
"Should I?"
They'd toed the line until now, but this felt like a bold step forward. Just a change in titles and speech, yet seeing Yuchan relax made Minjeong's heart flutter. She'd avoided seeing him as a man because they were colleagues, but objectively, he was undeniably handsome. To be naked and pressed close to him like this—Minjeong felt like she was in an enchanting dream.
He kicked open the bathroom door, navigated the cluttered mess, and reached for her bedroom door. Suddenly, Minjeong squirmed and blocked his hand.
"Wait! Just a sec!"
"What's wrong?"
"I haven't cleaned up at all. I just shoved everything into the room..."
"As long as the bed's tidy, right?"
He planted a light kiss on her whining forehead and twisted the door open. The scene inside: a pitch-dark room lit only by moonlight filtering through the window. Clothes overflowed from the stuffed wardrobe, underwear and tossed books littered the floor—no room to step.
Minjeong covered her face with small palms in mortification. The bed was left as she'd risen that morning, blankets splayed haphazardly.
"This is pretty clean."
"...Don't tease."
Careful of his footing, he laid her on the bed like a princess. As soon as she hit the sheets, Minjeong covered her breasts with one hand and the faint mound between her legs with the other. Even nude, she exuded purity. Minjeong's elegance wasn't just in her looks but her very aura.
Yuchan climbed over her, covering her body with his.
"Mm... Oppa, I don't really know, but what do people usually do first?"
"Usually? Kissing."
Awkward with a nude woman beneath him on the bed, Minjeong tensed. Yuchan, breathing naturally, lifted her chin. Her eyes, filled with moonlight, trembled with anticipation.
"We already kissed plenty earlier."
"Kissing isn't just with lips."
He spotted a tiny mole near her nipple. Her translucent skin was dotted with faint freckles like paper. He kissed it softly, like an animal lapping at a spring. As his lips pressed to her skin, Minjeong exhaled hotly. Goosebumps prickled along her gripped arms.
"Shall I hunt down every mole on your body?"
Shivering from his breath tickling her nipple, Minjeong watched him with eager eyes as he prowled for the next target. Nape, arms, near her breasts, abdomen—he showered slow kisses from top down. She writhed, sighing heatedly each time. None were direct erogenous zones, yet his predatory intensity and skilled lead made her whole body feel like one. Burning heat branded where his lips touched and lifted. Her waist began to twitch instinctively, chasing pleasure like during solo sessions.
"Oppa, you must've made plenty of girls cry."
"Tonight, you'll be the one crying."
"Haah..."
Not denying it, he kissed a mole below her navel. His usual gentle tone now growled like a carnivore's, stirring urges to submit.
Yuchan parted her legs slightly, pursuing the next mark. As his head aligned directly with her mound, Minjeong reflexively clamped her thighs.
"Don't look there. It's embarrassing..."
"Then how can I count them all?"
"You don't need to count..."
"Spread them."
His flashing eyes drained strength from her body. He seized her wrists covering her crotch and lifted them. Beneath her final, unresisting bastion lay her soaked petals, glistening vividly. Just from scattered kisses, without real foreplay, her pussy was drenched.
Verbal humiliation could wait until the mood deepened.
"Hngh..."
Ignoring the lewd sight, Yuchan moved his lips to a mole deep on her inner thigh. Unthinkingly, Minjeong clutched his hair as his head buried between her legs.
A first time was hard with the hymen in the way, but he was confident he could deliver unprecedented ecstasy regardless. He'd tease her relentlessly, ravage her into a female body craving only him—lost in bliss before distinguishing pleasure from pain.
The rich flavor of her inner thigh mingled body wash scent with lewd fluids, rolling thickly over his tongue. Watching Minjeong whimper and writhe, Yuchan licked her soft skin deliberately, savoring every inch.