Ryokan in the Heart of Seoul (5)
How could it be this disappointing? I thought I'd heated her body up plenty, but still.
"Was feeding each other mouth-to-mouth part of the common sense too?"
Honestly, at that point, I was convinced Joo Seoyoon was cheating on her husband. What a miss.
Last night passed just like that.
Morning came, and the dark room brightened.
"Ugh... where...?"
"You're awake?"
"......Ihyeon-ssi?"
Yoo Yeonhui, who'd passed out, woke up. She furrowed her brow calling me "Ihyeon-ssi," so her memory of yesterday must be fuzzy. Or maybe she was just sticking to our agreement to drop formal speech only for yesterday.
"Did I pass out?"
"You remember that much?"
"Ugh... my head feels like it's splitting...."
"Seoyoon noona and I fished you out after you dove headfirst into the water."
"Thanks...."
"Thank Seoyoon noona. She had to give you emergency care and change your clothes."
"Oh, right—where's Seoyoon unnie?"
"She went back to her room."
Unfortunately, without any sex.
Yoo Yeonhui let out a short sigh and opened her mouth.
"How about I treat you to breakfast?"
"Sounds good. I'll text her."
"You already swapped numbers?"
Yesterday, I'd slyly exchanged numbers with her. There was a bit of back-and-forth since she's married, but I got them in the end.
'We did everything from kissing to blowjobs except actual sex—what's the harm?'
As I texted Joo Seoyoon, Yoo Yeonhui narrowed her eyes and scolded me.
"......Womanizer."
"I'm not."
"What'd she say? That she's up?"
"Yeah, she's coming right over."
"Haa, I really need to drink in moderation."
"Your confidence doesn't match how little you can actually handle."
"It was just bad condition. And..."
I teased her about yesterday's antics, and she crossed her arms, continuing.
"Didn't I say dropping formal speech was only until yesterday?"
"Since we're already at it, how about extending it to tomorrow?"
"Hm...."
Yoo Yeonhui adjusted her arms under her chest as if considering, her breasts naturally jiggling into view. And when I'd dragged her out of the bath last night and dressed her, I hadn't put any underwear on her naked body. Through the slightly parted yukata, her pink nipples peeked out halfway.
"Fine. For real this time—until tomorrow, and if you slip up outside, you're really in for it."
"Got it, Team Leader Yoo."
"Good. Intern Kang."
Knock knock.
"It's Seoyoon—mind if I come in?"
"Yes, come on in."
There was a knock, followed by Joo Seoyoon's voice. I'd assumed she'd come with her husband, but through the open door, it was just Joo Seoyoon alone.
"Noona, where's your husband?"
"What, we're on noona terms now?"
"We got close while you were passed out."
"Hmm~ My husband's got urgent business, so he left first."
"What? But unnie, isn't this your honeymoon?"
Even I was surprised. Leaving your wife behind on your honeymoon?
'Not sure it's really a honeymoon, though.'
This place looked like a ryokan straight out of Japan from the inside... but from outside, it was just a motel. They didn't seem like newlyweds, and even if they were strangers, it wouldn't be weird. Everyone naturally remembered this as a ryokan in Japan. The first staff member I met here had even replied to my Japanese in Japanese.
"What do we do?"
"I'm fine. I can enjoy myself alone."
"No way! Unnie, hang out with us."
"You sure that's okay?"
"Of course. Right?"
"Yeah, I'd love to hang with noona too."
I wanted it desperately. I still regretted sending Joo Seoyoon back yesterday without sticking my dick in her pussy.
"Then how about breakfast first? Have you two eaten?"
"Not yet. Let's eat together."
Unfortunately, breakfast wasn't mouth-to-mouth like last night's drinking snacks.
"That was really good. Right?"
"Yeah, I'm stuffed."
"Wanna play some ping-pong to help digestion?"
Ping-pong? Her suggestion brought an image to mind right away. In Japanese anime, whenever they visit a ryokan like this, there's always a ping-pong scene.
'Ryokans really have ping-pong tables, huh.'
"Ping-pong?"
"Yeah, I saw one."
"But I'm terrible at ping-pong."
"Really? What about you, Ihyeon?"
"Pro level."
"Huh? For real?"
"In spirit, at least."
Yoo Yeonhui's eyes widened in surprise at my claim of pro status, then she deflated, crossing her arms. Her massive breasts, worthy of the huge-tits title, strained her yukata open, revealing deep cleavage.
'Wonder what ping-pong will be like.'
Breakfast passed normally, but would ping-pong end up just as ordinary? Or would it twist into something else like the bath or drinks, with altered common sense? My heart raced with curiosity. No—blood rushed to my dick. From experience, if common sense changed, it'd definitely go lewd, so no helping it.
"This way—hurry up."
"Unnie, you really like ping-pong?"
"I learned it in the sports club. Brings back old memories—feels good."
"For real?"
"Yeah, though I quit pretty quick."
"Why'd you quit?"
"Hmm...."
At my question about why, Joo Seoyoon trailed off awkwardly, glancing at me before answering.
"My breasts got too big...."
"Ah."
Makes sense—those tits didn't grow overnight. They'd probably been huge since her school days. And big breasts get in the way of sports. Girls with big boobs have to hold them when they run, right?
"I used to love running too, but it got hard once my breasts grew."
"And on the subway, they're such a hassle—you have to stand right by the door."
"Yes, yes! Exactly."
The two commiserated over the woes of living with huge tits. Not that it compared to the injustices of flat-chested life, but still.
I knew well enough from my sister, who was genuinely pitifully flat.
"Men really need to grow breasts and deal with periods to understand."
"Is that so?"
"Only then will they get how uncomfortable the boobs they love are for us women. Seriously."
"Do they really need to?"
They look uncomfortable just watching. And I felt it changing her clothes after she passed out at the gopchang place.
'Heavy.'
One breast alone felt like over a kilogram. Both together? Over two kilos. Imagine lugging around a two-liter water bottle strapped to your chest your whole life—no wonder it's tough, even without trying it.
"That's different."
"Still, thanks for understanding."
"On the flip side, two guys envy you—call it payback."
"I didn't ask for it?"
"Honestly inconvenient."
They said that, but the perks of big tits far outweighed the downsides in life. Just for marriage, their odds of good suitors were way higher than flat girls.
"Not good guys—just pervy ones, ah."
Yoo Yeonhui clamped her mouth shut, saying all the guys hitting on them had dirty motives. She glanced at Joo Seoyoon, probably thinking of her husband.
Joo Seoyoon smiled and soothed the wary Yoo Yeonhui.
"No, I agree."
"Really? Then unnie's husband..."
"My oppa's a good guy, but he straight-up admitted my breasts were why he first asked me out."
"See? Told you."
"Seoyoon unnie's just lucky?"
By that logic, where's the good luck in the world? Does luck make bad things vanish?
As I grumbled inwardly, Joo Seoyoon grabbed our hands and pulled.
"Anyway, let's go play ping-pong. Looking forward to your skills, Ihyeon?"
Time to show off my skills—strongest in the unit for over half a year, excluding the company commander.
"Don't cry."
Yoo Yeonhui eyed my confidence.
"You played ping-pong in the army?"
"Smartphones are allowed now, but back then? Nothing to do."
What else is there in a confined space? Read books, ping-pong, foot volleyball—that's it. And I'd reached expert level there. Even if my form's rusty, I wouldn't lose to amateurs.
"Great, let's change then."
"Ah."
Disappointing. No ping-pong in yukatas? No wardrobe malfunctions exposing breasts mid-game?
Well, those outfits looked prone to slipping anyway. With huge tits, intense movement would definitely make them pop out.
"Hurry and strip."
"Pardon?"
"You play ping-pong in your underwear, right?"
You wouldn't let me down! I silently apologized to whoever altered people's common sense here. Sorry for doubting you.
Underwear only, though?
"Ack!"
'Yeonhui's not wearing any underneath.'
I'd forgotten in the rush, flustered by her husband's departure.