Ryokan in the Heart of Seoul (6)
“...I wasn't wearing anything underneath...”
“It's fine. Just go naked.”
“But he's here.”
Yoo Yeonhui was pointing at me, or so it seemed. Still, just to be sure, I checked.
“Me?”
“Of course!”
“Yeonhui, it's just exercise. Or do you wanna sit it out?”
“Um, well...”
She didn't want to get naked in front of me, but she hated the idea of missing out even more. Her face was a picture of pure conflict.
“Goddamn it... you better not get any weird ideas.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
But telling me not to think weird shit when it's this easy not to? Yoo Yeonhui owned a body so lewd I'd never get tired of it, no matter how many times I saw it. And it'd only been two days since common sense went off the rails. If I claimed I was used to it, I'd be lying through my teeth.
“Ah, seriously. You're already hard.”
“Not 'cause of you—it's Seoyoon noona's fault.”
Truth was, both of them. Joo Seoyoon's chest was just as devastating in her underwear as Yeonhui was naked.
That lingerie, though...
Was she really a newlywed? As she slowly slipped off her yukata, it turned out to be the kind called "event underwear"—bright red, with slits right down the middle of the bra and panties, exposing her nipples and clit.
“Sis...”
“I only packed this kind of stuff...”
Joo Seoyoon gave an awkward smile at Yeonhui's complicated expression. It was probably meant for her husband.
“It suits you.”
“Thanks. So, wanna see what Ihyeon can do?”
“Just like that? We should make it a bet or something.”
“Should we?”
“No way, I'm terrible at it.”
What a shame. Bets were the spice of games like this.
Time flew by until evening, and now I was taking all kinds of shit from Yeonhui.
“All talk, no game.”
“This is bullshit.”
I'd lost at ping-pong. Fine, Seoyoon had been on the club team, but Yeonhui too? Un-fucking-believable. Except there was a reason.
Losing 'cause my eyes kept drifting to their tits.
Any guy would get it. Massive jugs bouncing wildly left and right right in your face? One pair naked, the other poking through slits in event underwear? My defeat was inevitable.
“Good excuses. Can't play ping-pong for shit.”
“No, wear clothes or something.”
“Why? Clothes while playing ping-pong is the weird part.”
“No...”
Common sense didn't apply here. Was there ever a time this rang truer? I'd loved it not applying before, but now it just pissed me off.
If I could turn back time, I'd bail hard.
“And your dick was swinging around distracting us too.”
“Doesn't matter. This doesn't count.”
How could I accept a loss like this? No way in hell.
“Quit fighting and let's eat dinner already.”
“What's for dinner?”
“Sushi, probably?”
“Oh.”
Sushi sounded great. Ryokan-style, so sushi it was? Breakfast and lunch had been solid, so dinner had potential.
But someone stopped us on the way back to the room.
“Um, guests?”
“Yes?”
“We're about to serve dinner, but we need one of you to help out.”
Nyotaimori. Body sushi. The Japanese term flashed in my head the second she said it. Still, no assumptions—I asked.
“It's a woman, right?”
Body sushi meant plating on a woman's body, after all.
But her answer threw me.
“No, a man can help too.”
“Then the loser goes.”
“What? Rock-paper-scissors, fair and square.”
Trying to freeload now? She'd been dead last if clothes were on.
“Yeah, fuck off. Sis, hurry.”
“Huh?”
Joo Seoyoon hesitated a second, but Yeonhui dragged her off anyway.
“This is so unfair.”
“You okay with that?”
“Yeah, whatever... So, what do I gotta do?”
“Follow me.”
I trailed after the staffer, no clue what awaited.
Men are fine, so not nyotaimori, right? 'Nyotai' means woman body—can't be on a guy.
Yoo Yeonhui and Joo Seoyoon were chatting in the room, waiting for dinner. The topic? Me—and our shared trait of oversized chests.
“Ihyeon's gotten so bold lately, just staring at my tits without even pretending otherwise.”
“Guys can't help it. Never met one who could.”
“Same, but he's on another level.”
“You don't hate it, though?”
“Huh?”
“No?”
“Of course not?”
Yeonhui shot back with an incredulous look at Seoyoon's probing. But Seoyoon's smile didn't fade.
“Guess there's no helping it then.”
“No helping—whatever.”
Knock knock.
“Dinner's here.”
“Ah, food's here.”
“Where's Ihyeon?”
“Probably helping serve?”
But when the door opened, several staff came in—no Ihyeon. Instead, a massive tray, big enough for a person.
“Why's it so huge?”
“Ihyeon inside?”
“No way.”
“No way.”
I stifled a sigh in the darkness at Yeonhui's laughing denial. They had to know by now.
Yeah, I was inside the damn tray the staff had brought out.
Male body sushi? Nantaimori?
No idea if it was a real thing or born from twisted common sense, but it felt gross as hell.
“Opening it up.”
Darkness vanished; light stabbed my eyes. Followed by twin sighs from Yeonhui and Seoyoon.
“Ah.”
“It really is.”
“Disgus—ah.”
Yeonhui wrinkled her nose, about to say "gross," but caught herself seeing the staffer. Rude to call prepped food nasty, right?
“They washed me clean.”
I got it, though. Hot on a woman, sure—but my body?
Starve.
Or stick to sides. Clean or not, no thanks to food that's been on me somewhere.
Suddenly got those women in the pics and vids. Inexpressibly complicated feelings.
“Enjoy your meal.”
The staffer left me—now a male body sushi platter—without even explaining.
“Let's eat then.”
“Yeah...”
This was common sense shifted in action. In the real world, they'd probably demand it gone. Now? Reluctant faces, but chopsticks headed my way anyway.
“Feed me too.”
“You got no han—”
“Exactly.”
One move and the food draped over me would avalanche off.
“If possible, stuff that wasn't on my body.”
“Got it. Nom.”
“What're you—”
“Uau.”
But she'd grabbed a side dish and popped it in her mouth.
No way...
Yup. She chewed it up, then leaned in close.
“Chup, um... chok! How's it taste?”
“...Tasty.”
Hard to actually taste it myself. All I felt was her tongue and spit.
“Yeah? Want more?”
“Sure.”
“Or... eat off your body?”
Yeonhui looked stumped picking from the sides. Nothing good left?
“No choice. Gimme.”
“Fine... eat this.”
She pondered, snagged something from my stomach, mashed it to mush in her mouth, and kissed me again. Tongue and food slid over.
“Chup, chup... um... chok.”
“Oh, this is good?”
Nutty flavor cut through her saliva. Kinda gross knowing it was from my gut, though.
“Didn't wanna eat while feeding you.”
“Don't pawn off shitty food on me.”
“Am I trying to impress you or what?”
“Seoyoon noona, you feed me.”
Threat of more crap food had me calling in backup.
“Hold on, lemme finish this bit.”
“You too?”
Betrayal from the one I trusted—total shock.
But her next move wiped it clean away.