Chapter 56: Eunseo's Secret Release
Lee Eunseo stared down at the phone clutched tightly in her hand. The screen displayed a KakaoTalk chat window. It wasn't long before the reply she'd been waiting for popped up. She immediately tapped out her response with quick pecks on the screen.
It took less than ten seconds to write, but she paused to double-check that nothing was off, which cost her a bit more time. Just as she was about to hit send, Eunseo hesitated. Her friend's advice echoed in her mind: if a girl replies too fast, guys think you're too easy. So she waited a moment, drawing it out.
'But what does "too easy" even mean?' She had no idea, but her friend Jiyeong would never steer her wrong—Jiyeong only ever had her best interests at heart. So exactly five seconds later, she sent it.
Her chat partner was the oppa who'd saved her from a terrifying ordeal on the night of her very first club visit.
I owe him so much.
She pressed a hand to her chest, stroking downward as memories of that day flooded back. Waking up in an unfamiliar place, her clothes in tatters—she'd been utterly shocked and scared. But his explanation had melted her fears away like snow in the sun. Strangely, she'd never even considered doubting him. Looking back, it was odd, but Eunseo was good at rationalizing things.
In dramas, when the heroine's in danger, the hero always swoops in to save her. That's just how it goes.
So does that make me the heroine?
"Eek!"
A tingly sensation shot through her limbs, and Eunseo rolled around on the bed, wriggling uncontrollably. Recalling that day made her heart race and her body heat up.
He said he booked an extra room because of me. If I woke up naked next to a guy, I'd be freaked out, so he did it for my sake. He'd even hailed a taxi for her and seen her off. That gentlemanly charm reminded her of a drama hero.
But what if we had slept together? Dramas always cut away after the kiss...
Her cheeks flushed at the thought. A kiss!
"Hng!"
This was all new territory for her, and she shook her head vigorously, letting out a weird noise. But the image kept popping into her mind, making her heart pound.
It could just be her body's trauma response—heart racing every time she thought of the stranger who'd triggered those memories. But Eunseo didn't buy that.
If it weren't for Oppa, I would've been in real trouble.
Kidnapped! Her dad would have been devastated. He already made it so hard for her to go out; one incident like that, and she'd be grounded forever. She vowed never to set foot in a club again. Jiyeong, her precious friend, had begged her to go for a mood boost during her repeat year, but... it had nearly turned into a nightmare.
Dad was right. The outside world was too dangerous for her.
...Or maybe not? If I hadn't gone out, I never would've met Oppa.
A subtle heat rose from her lower belly, and she slid her hand downward. For some reason, thinking of Yunho oppa always made it poke and prod like this.
Yunho oppas reply had come in. It was uncanny. Whenever she was fretting or sinking into negativity, he seemed to sense it and swoop in to help—like a prince on a white horse rescuing a damsel in distress.
Today was no different. He never pushed her hard, but he'd stubbornly insisted on meeting up. As if he knew she was emotionally fragile.
My anxiety's gone.
No matter how hard she tried, the nagging worries that disrupted her studies had vanished. He'd dismantled every reason for her fear, reading her mind like a book.
Thinking of Oppa again... my lower belly's tingling...
A strange heat bloomed in her body, conjuring memories of that massage. KakaoTalk!
"Hng... saying I'm pretty at this timing..."
It was unbearable. Her hand crept downward stealthily.
"Hng... haht..."
Just her own hand moving was enough to make her squirm. Yet she steadily savored the sharp jolts of pleasure. Weirdly, thinking of oppa made her lower belly poke insistently. She'd discovered that her solo play felt even better then.
Her fingers knew exactly where to go for maximum bliss.
The first time I touched it, I was scared...
She'd thought that part of her body was only for peeing. But it hid an enormous secret. Back then, she'd even been a little frightened... but now she was glad to know.
Since discovering solo play at age seven, it had been her secret—even from Dad.
"H...! Hng... haaah..."
As her fingers kept moving, a slick wetness coated her hand. She'd been startled at first, but now she knew this sticky fluid wasn't urine.
"Haaah... Oppa... haht!"
Calling out to him unconsciously, Eunseo jolted in surprise, her face burning red.
Weird... I'm alone, so why am I calling for Oppa?
Curiosity burned alongside a fierce urge.
Oppa's massage... I want it again.
What would it feel like if his big hands touched the spots that felt good even with her own? The mere imagination intensified the heat surging through her.
No! Stop!
He'd massaged her out of pure concern—this was perverted! He'd be disappointed if he knew.
So... secretly, by myself...
"Haang..."
Eunseo focused on the rising pleasure from below. Curiosity bubbled up.
I wonder what it feels like when Oppa touches me.
"Eek! No! That's pervy!"
Oppa wouldn't leave her mind. He'd be disappointed if he knew... but cautiously, she whispered his name.
"Ah... Oppa... hng, haht..."
Somehow, the pleasure intensified. Was it because she kept thinking of the massage? Heat from her shoulders and nape spread through her whole body. Realizing that recalling the sensation amplified it, she replayed the day's feelings vividly.
Suddenly, "Hng, hnght... haaang... ah...!"
Her legs shot straight out, trembling violently.
"Aht, what's happening..."
Instinct screamed not to stop. Her index finger rubbed her clit faster.
"Hng, haht... haht... haang...!"
Her hips bucked wildly; sweat beaded across her skin.
"Haht... what is this..."
Fear flickered at the unfamiliar intensity, but her body eagerly chased the ecstasy.
"Hng, hng, hng, haaaaaang...!"
A gush! Clear, sticky fluid poured out.
Thus, she reached her first-ever orgasm.
"Haaa... okay now. What was that?"
No clue on the cause, but it felt good—that was enough.
"Ah! Forgot to reply to Oppa."
She snatched her phone and fired off a response.
"Hng... again...!"
Pretty... he's teasing me.
Calling an ordinary girl like her pretty. Oppa was kind but mischievous. Eunseo genuinely believed she was average. Truly.
If she'd grown up in a normal environment, she wouldn't delude herself. But she hadn't mingled with other kids. Born as twins with her stillborn mother, she'd been frail, surviving near-death scares in childhood. Afterward, overprotected. Instead of school, Dad homeschooled her for "health reasons"—a legal gray area his influence smoothed over.
She spent her youth indoors, never realizing her beauty. Even in college, guys avoided talking to her or making eye contact—though they messaged her plenty, which was odd. Her rationalizing nature kicked in: They're shy in person but message so I don't feel left out!
Girls called her pretty, but they said it to everyone, so it felt generic. Layer upon layer of isolation, and at over twenty, she still hadn't noticed.
Until now. Daily praise from one man—that she was pretty, alluring—pulled her in helplessly.
She cupped her cheek—it burned.
Why's my heart pounding? Feels just like before Dad's birthday surprises...
Never having felt romantic attraction, Eunseo didn't recognize the flutter.
"Ugh, always lying. Oppa's mean."
A spark of annoyance fueled her message—no emoji this time. Her way of showing she meant it.