A Long Silver Thread of Realization
A long silver thread of realization stretched on.
Do Yoonseo, wiping away the milk foam, licked her lips and murmured softly.
"Sweet."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Way too sweet."
"Hng. I didn't add any syrup, though."
Yoon Seoha licked her upper lip in response.
A bit of saliva lingered where the foam had been. It clung to her tongue as it slipped into her mouth.
Gulp.
It slid down her throat.
"Delicious."
Yoon Seoha's murmur.
It was clearly about the latte, but for some reason, Do Yoonseo couldn't meet her eyes properly.
This was nothing like the Yoon Seoha she saw at the office.
The subordinate who always played along with her teasing had completely taken control of the conversation now.
What the hell really happened...?
The atmosphere had shifted.
Not in a bad way, but a good one. If she had to put it simply, Seoha had matured. That fresh-out-of-college vibe was completely gone.
"Eung..."
Even after finishing their drinks, the two lingered in the cafe. They had plenty of catching up to do, and more than anything, Do Yoonseo's face was too flushed to step outside yet.
"You've got a flush face, unnie."
"Shut up!"
"Pfft."
Chatting about trivial things, they finally left the cafe.
The sky was gradually darkening.
Gazing at the beautifully orange-tinted heavens, they walked side by side along the street.
No destination in mind. Neither was the planning type. They could just wander till evening and part ways, or pop into a nice-looking shop.
It wasn't about where they went, but who they were with.
Under the orange sky, the two walked shoulder to shoulder.
"Summer's almost here."
"Sure is."
Pointless chatter.
Yet it filled their hearts.
Something beyond mere physical pleasure.
"Wanna hit the beach?"
"Together?"
"Yeah. Let's go together."
They kept walking.
"Oh, but... I might not like other people seeing you in a swimsuit, unnie."
"Yeah? Then we can go to the company private beach."
"Hng. They have that?"
"Of course. You know how amazing our company is."
The sound of their footsteps thudding along.
Heartbeat syncing with the rhythmic steps. Through their linked arms, she could feel the pounding pulse.
"Come to think of it, we've never talked this long before."
"True. Always work stuff, and lately rotations kept us apart anyway."
"We were busy. Both of us."
Another silence.
Run out of things to say? No. Topics piled up like mountains if they wanted.
But their lips stayed sealed, savoring this awkward, heart-fluttering quiet a little longer.
This suffocating silence let them face their thumping hearts head-on. Feel the other's emotions through their clasped hands.
Know the other was tense too, and didn't want this moment to end.
"Unnie."
A brief silence. Even as the breathless quiet ended, regret lingered.
"Yeah?"
"I can't love only you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
Hng— A small sound leaked from Do Yoonseo's lips.
"I see."
A somewhat nonchalant reply. But her grip on Yoon Seoha's hand tightened in contrast.
"...Hey."
She looked up at Yoon Seoha and continued.
"Your first one's your actual sister?"
"Yeah."
"Figured."
Do Yoonseo glanced up at the sky. It was darkening. The orange hue fading, the moon rising in the distance.
"Makes sense. You turned her into your exclusive onahole. I did the same to BB, so I get it."
"Did you?"
"...That was a short answer. Kinda hurt."
"Can't help it."
Thud, thud. Do Yoonseo's sneakers tapped the ground a few times.
"Eh, whatever."
A faint smile curved her lips.
"You'll try to love us all equally, right?"
"...Harin-unnie said something similar."
"Talking about another woman on a date with me?"
"You brought up BB first, unnie."
Do Yoonseo's lips pouted at Yoon Seoha's words.
"...BB's just a bitch in heat."
"Is she?"
"Yeah. That's all she is."
Yoon Seoha looked at Do Yoonseo.
Her lips jutting out, emphasizing her sulk.
Yoon Seoha narrowed her eyes slightly, stopped walking, and leaned forward just a bit.
Even in heels, their height difference wasn't a full head, so a slight bend brought their lips level.
Mwah. A soft sound rang out.
Eyes seemed to turn their way.
"...Ah."
A brief kiss.
As the stares dispersed, their lips parted.
Do Yoonseo's trembling eyes gazed at her.
"Uh, ah...?"
"Sorry."
"Wh-what...?"
"We're on a date right now."
Crescent-shaped eyes curved. Like a fox's spell, Do Yoonseo stared blankly.
The sky had darkened fully now.
Neon signs flickered to life across the city.
"You started it at the cafe. Why get flustered now?"
"Th-that was... just a p-peck... not..."
"Our lips overlapped, though."
"Ahhh... d-don't tease... my heart's racing."
Chuckling softly, Yoon Seoha gazed at her.
"Wanna do it this time, unnie?"
"......"
The brightening moon rose slowly. Under streetlights in the dimming streets, Do Yoonseo leaned forward.
Arms around Yoon Seoha's waist, clutching her collar, their lips met.
Mwah. Then the sticky sounds of tongues tangling, saliva mixing.
Squelching noises tickled their ears.
"Unnie..."
"Seoha..."
Do Yoonseo's melting expression. Her face lost to pleasure. Something prodded her lower belly.
"M-my... chest hurts..."
"...It's pounding so fast."
"...I'm so happy right now... so blissful... what is this...?"
"Unnie."
Yoon Seoha's hand wiped her tear-streaked eyes. Warm palms cupped her cheeks.
"I'm happy too."
Mwah.
Their lips met again. How many kisses today? She couldn't hold back anymore; it was too teasing.
"Ah, eung..."
A long, deep kiss. Tongues exploring, heartbeats shared.
Under the bright streetlights, ignoring onlookers, lost in their world alone.
"...Get a room?"
"...Yeah."
They walked side by side.
No words.
Hand in hand, arms linked, embracing as they went. Hot breaths nearby numbed their reason.
A building with flashing pink neon. Before entering, at the convenience store out front, Yoon Seoha whispered.
"Need condoms?"
A question she wouldn't ask if it were a female beside her.
Do Yoonseo knew what it meant.
"...No."
She shook her head slightly.
"It's fine."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Thanks for asking."
They passed the store.
Entered the building, paid, got the key.
The elevator with just them. The air filled with aroused scents.
The confined space heated up fast. Their mingled smells tested their sanity's limits.
"...Sh-should I shower first?"
"...You first, unnie."
"Sh-shall I...?"
"..."
Yoon Seoha nodded silently.
Do Yoonseo said no more and headed to the bathroom.
Any more talk, and she'd pounce.
"...Ah."
Door closed, clothes off.
Thighs and panties hidden under her long skirt. Soaked with juices, she blushed.
Her pussy dripping love juices, womb aching since the kiss... no, her lower belly. And her heart, pounding like it might burst.
Her whole body screamed it.
"So that's it... that's what this is."
She stared into the bathroom mirror.
"I..."
Flushed face. Shaking green eyes. Lips curved in pleasant bliss.
"...want to be Seoha's woman."
Shwaaa—
The shower's water washed away the stuffiness in her heart.
Her pussy was wet.
Not from the water, but from her bitch-in-heat nectar.