A Date with Eunseo

Today, as always, Lee Eunseo started masturbating without fail. After playing with her oppa and coming home, she always locked her door and pleasured herself. It had become a natural part of her daily routine.

'If oppa knew, he'd think I'm a total pervert... but I can't help it.'

The man she called oppa had known about it for ages—he'd read her status messages—and he actually found it endearing. But Eunseo had no clue.

Her body was already hypersensitive from the pleasure she'd felt playing with oppa. Just a light brush against her clit made her tremble all over.

'This is seriously bad...'

Now, just hearing oppa's voice lifted her spirits, and holding his hand made her groin tingle while ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a sharp poke stabbed at her lower belly.

'Is this what happens when you like someone?'

This was a first for her. Maybe she actually liked oppa, she thought. Her cheeks burned red as a moan slipped out.

"Ahng... oppa... haa... haeu... I like oppa..."

Did she really like him that much? Eunseo's mind couldn't quite sort it out. She'd never even understood what it meant to like someone romantically. Maybe her body was reacting first to the affection she was feeling for the very first time.

Suddenly, her body grew even hotter. Eunseo began to shake uncontrollably. And with that, her session ended.

'I already did something stupid today that might make him hate me. If he finds out I was masturbating while calling his name, I'd want to die.'

Remembering their last meeting—cut short by her sudden freakout and escape—made her pout sadly. Her panties, half-soaked with urine, had been washed the moment she got home.

'Hiiing... I totally screwed up...'

Eunseo replied without hesitation. She had no idea what it meant for a girl to go to a hotel alone with a guy. No one had ever explained it to her. Her friends, now adults, assumed it was common knowledge and never bothered telling her.

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'Christmas with oppa.'

In dramas, something romantic always happened in situations like this. And for Eunseo, Christmas wasn't just Jesus's birthday. Her heart fluttered.

Christmas Day, noon. I met Eunseo and headed straight to the hotel. She was having dinner with her family that night, so we planned to hang out early and part ways by evening.

I'd booked the hotel in advance, so no scrambling around. Up until we walked in, her status messages showed zero embarrassment or wariness. Pure as ever, Eunseo didn't bat an eye at going to a hotel alone with a guy.

"Whoa! So this is what a hotel looks like inside!"

"Huh? First time?"

"Yeah!"

It struck me as odd.

'Never even gone on a family trip?'

Eunseo's demeanor screamed pampered upbringing. But sometimes, I wondered if she was really loved that much.

We spread out the board games I'd prepared and played. She loved everything more than I'd expected—way more fun than anticipated. They were nothing special, but seeing her enjoy them made me happy too.

"Getting hungry. You too, Eunseo-ya?"

"Yeah... a little."

"Want me to order food? Chicken?"

"Chicken sounds perfect!"

About 30 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Ah! Chicken's here!"

I grabbed Eunseo's arm as she bolted for the door.

"Eunseo-ya, I'll get the chicken. Can you do one thing for oppa?"

"Huh? What?"

"Stay under the covers until I say come out. Got a Christmas present for you. Need time to set it up."

"Really?"

Her face lit up, unable to hide her excitement, as she dove under the blanket. I opened the door, grabbed the food, then unpacked the cake I'd hidden in a big shopping bag. Set everything on the table and tapped her shoulder.

Eunseo peeked out, eyes going wide. The table reflected in her pupils, overflowing with food. In the center: a cake with 20 candles.

"Happy birthday, Eunseo-ya."

"O-oppa... how'd you know?"

"Overheard you on the phone by chance. Couldn't just let it slide now that I know."

Her emotions shifted from anticipation/excitement to joy/touched. Tears welled up in her eyes.

I panicked. "Eunseo-ya, why are you crying? Did I mess up?"

"Hic... It's my first time getting birthday wishes from anyone outside family..."

Tears started falling. But she smiled through them.

"Hehe. Thanks, oppa. First time having this much fun with someone who's not family. Really, truly thanks!"

Her affection shot up to 85. But I couldn't just be purely happy. My heart ached. Seeing her tears stirred some indescribable emotion. She seemed so loved, yet these glimpses of loneliness popped up. It always left me feeling off.

Why? I wanted to hug her tighter, fill that empty space.

Instead of showing it, I smiled. "If you're really grateful, no tears—let's have fun. Blow out the candles first. Wax everywhere already."

"Okay. Fuuu!"

We cleared the blown-out candles, sliced the cake.

"Starving, so food first?"

"Yeah!"

Eunseo chomped into a drumstick. Adorably cute—I couldn't help chuckling.

"Right, Eunseo-ya. You only applied to Seoral University for regular admission, right?"

"Yup. Business, Economics, and Chinese departments."

"Hope you get into Business."

"Huh? Why?"

I said it casually. "Cuz I applied there too. We could take classes together if we both get in."

"Ah, okay... WHAT??"

She'd nodded along at first, then realized and jumped.

"Oppa applied to Seoral too?"

"Yeah. Didn't I mention? Kept it secret 'cause it's embarrassing, but I went to cram school up to my third try. Bombed the exam, did military service to run away, but didn't give up. Scores were good this time, so I applied."

Eunseo squealed with pure joy. "Kyaaah!!!!"

Beaming, she launched herself at me. "That's amazing!! Who drops news like that so casually!!"

Feeling her soft chest press against my face, I replied. "Getting into college at my age isn't brag-worthy. More importantly, Eunseo-ya, your boobs are right there."

"...Eueut!"

She sprang back, face beet red.

"Cake time now?"

"...Y-yeah..."

"Special for your birthday, so eat lots."

I cut her a huge slice.

"Same year as oppa—too exciting!"

Eunseo chattered happily. I played along, sharing dreams of college life ahead. After a long chat, I noticed her plate. Cake barely touched.

I knew why, but played dumb. "Eunseo-ya, cake bad?"

She smiled sheepishly, catching my gaze. "Eueut, no, it's not that..."

"Put effort into the surprise, and you're just picking at it? Kinda hurts my feelings."

"Ah, sorry..."

"Don't like it?"

"No, it's not... Just haven't been losing weight lately..."

"Huh? Eating less 'cause of weight?"

"Yeah... Been exercising hard, but no luck... hiiing."

'Sorry, Eunseo-ya. That's my fault.'

She wasn't failing to lose weight—I'd restored her figure with appearance adjustments every time, burning GP on it. All for this moment.

'Won't have to worry about your body anymore...'

I rationalized and said, "If you're that worried, wanna hear oppa's advice?"

"Huh?"

"You know I'm good at massages, right?"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"Massages correct posture and manage body shape. I know slimming ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠techniques too. Interested?"

Her face brightened. "Really? That kind? How effective?"

"Super effective. I gain weight easy, but no worries since starting."

"Whoa! Yes, please!!"

"Alright, lie on the bed."

She flopped face-down.

"Oh, gotta take clothes off for it. Need direct contact with fatty areas."

Eunseo freaked. "Euaat???? Take my clothes off???!?"