Ryokan in the Heart of Seoul (2)
Company and the gopchang restaurant. Those two buildings had something in common. Changing clothes. At the company, they took off their bottoms, and at the gopchang place, they stripped naked and just threw on a shirt. And the common thread in both concepts was that no one felt embarrassed about changing. Whether there were people around or not, whether I was watching or not, they just did it. But this time was different.
Yoo Yeonhui looked a bit excited as she glanced my way and made a point of saying, “Just in case, but if you peek, you're out of here.”
“I checked in with my money.”
“I'll expense it for you.”
“Oh.”
I wasn't sure if she'd actually follow through, but I appreciated the words anyway. 48,000 yen. That's almost 480,000 won. I'd heard the yen was a bit cheap these days—maybe around 450,000 won? Either way, even with the chance to experience a Japanese ryokan, it felt like a lot of money to drop.
“Anyway, call me when you're changed.”
“Got it.”
“Got it?”
“You said it's okay to drop the formalities today.”
“Oh, right. I did, didn't I?”
She must not have sobered up completely yet—mixing up what she'd said at the gopchang place. Her cheeks were still a little flushed. I shrugged and started undressing.
“Ack! What are you doing?!”
“Changing clothes.”
“I'm still here!”
She'd gotten an eyeful of me at the gopchang place—what did it matter now? Just like I'd seen her naked body under that shirt, she'd seen me changing too. And yet here she was acting like this. This damn concept was impossible to predict.
“Quiet down. We're not the only ones here.”
“Hoo... Be more careful next time.”
“Sure.”
Once I'd straightened my clothes, she seemed to calm down and warned me again before heading to the next room over.
“Memories work a little differently here?”
I tossed out the most likely theory. If the sexual norms in the buildings I'd experienced so far had been a bit off, maybe this one was normal? Aside from the whole Japanese ryokan setup, that is.
“Guess we'll find out.”
The door was closed, so I changed. Underwear first, then the yukata on top. I'd looked up how to wear it on YouTube. Nothing YouTube couldn't teach you.
“I'm all set.”
“Hold on, how does this even go on?”
“Want help?”
“Don't come in—I'm not wearing anything!”
Did “not wearing anything” mean no underwear, or just that she had underwear on? I was curious, but I couldn't risk it. Jail sounded like a drag in a world this good.
“Unless it's a mixed prison.”
“I'm good!”
“Can I open the door?”
“Yeah, I'm dressed.”
I opened it, and there was Yoo Yeonhui—objectively pretty—in her yukata. The problem was how badly she'd worn it.
“You put it on wrong.”
“Me?”
“Should've at least searched it up.”
“Ah.”
“Sleeves are different lengths, and the right side goes under.”
Left over right was for corpses, or so I'd heard. Uneven sleeves looked sloppy too, apparently.
We're in Korea, so maybe it doesn't matter?
But the concept was Japan. The staff spoke Korean, sure, but it was still a Japanese setup.
“How do I fix it?”
“Like this...”
“Wait, where are you touching?”
I had no choice but to brush her breasts while adjusting the yukata. They were just that big.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Hmph... I'll let it slide this once. Don't get any weird ideas.”
Like I'd never given her a handjob at the office, gotten a paizuri, tormented her pussy till she passed out. At the gopchang place, I'd dressed her myself, groping her tits and every secret spot.
Memories different after all?
Maybe she didn't remember what happened at the company, convenience store, or gopchang house. And her reaction to my hand on her breast? Barely anything. Common sense had definitely shifted, though I couldn't say exactly how much.
Her guard's down a bit too.
Thinking of it as a porn world made it easier. In porn, a little contact during a physical or help getting dressed was no big deal.
“Shall we hit the bath? You haven't washed up yet, right?”
“Yeah, but they said it's mixed only.”
“And?”
So it wasn't totally normal. Definitely not outside common sense.
Mixed bath, and her response was “and?” No swimsuits either.
“If you're cool with it, let's go.”
“Exciting—a ryokan bath. Would've been better if it was a hot spring.”
“Doubt it...”
If it were a real onsen, wouldn't it be packed with dudes if we went together? But the staff said the only other guests were a couple, so that was a relief. As long as I stayed sharp, nothing would happen to Yoo Yeonhui.
We stripped in the changing room, wrapped towels around our waists, and headed in. Maybe the bath had some “show your naked body” rule, but I could drop the towel then.
The bath was steamy from the constantly running hot water.
“Pretty big, huh? Yeonhui? You beat me out.”
Girls usually took forever getting ready for this stuff. But there was already a woman's silhouette in the bath.
“Did you wash before going in?”
Rule for public baths or onsens: rinse first. Even if she'd stripped fast, no time to wash.
Scared I'd see her naked while washing?
Makes sense—the wash stations were lined up against one wall, with waterproof mirrors. Washing side-by-side meant seeing everything.
But something was off. No reply from Yoo Yeonhui.
That's when I realized who the woman in the bath was.
“You call for me?”
Her voice came from the women's changing room.
“Thought you were already in.”
“How could I be? We just got here.”
“Figured you rushed right in.”
“Idiot.”
Shrugging off her “idiot,” I sat at a wash station stool. My towel naturally parted, exposing my dick, but I ignored it.
How would Yeonhui react? Call me out, or play it cool?
“Let's wash up quick and get in.”
She sat one station over, long towel wrapped from chest to thighs.
She has some shame, at least.
Not much, though. She'd have sat at the end otherwise.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, lathered up. Used the foam to pretend I couldn't see, angled the mirror for a clear view of my dick.
“Ah...”
A short sigh from her amid the water sounds. She'd seen it.
Instead of “cover up properly,” she just scolded, “Hurry up and wash. I can't till you're done.”
“Just wash.”
“You nuts?”
“Kidding.”
I rinsed roughly, scrubbed my body, and hopped in.
Splash—
“Hello.”
“Oh, hello.”
I sat diagonally from the woman already in. Seemed neutral. Front or side was too obvious, and too far made it hard to check her out.
The bath wasn't huge anyway—full view of each other.
She glanced my way now and then, then spoke up since Yeonhui wasn't coming.
“You two a couple?”
“Nah, she's my boss.”
I played it casual, like we were nothing.
A married woman meeting another guy in the bath? Too on-the-nose. Especially with her husband elsewhere.
“Heard the only others here are a couple. Where's your husband?”
“Ah... He's passed out drunk in the room from dinner.”
“That's rough, leaving a pretty wife like you.”
“Pretty...? ”
Cliché line, but she didn't mind. Touched her cheek, pleased.
Splash—
We were bonding fast, porn-style without plot. Then Yeonhui entered, breaking the flow.
“Hello?”
“Hello.”
“Knew it—you're such a player.”
“What're you talking about?”
“Convenience store, that dinner spot earlier—you're always hitting on women.”
Unfair. I meant to this time, but not before. No contact at the store to avoid the pregnancy raffle, and with Lee Chaewon, she just flashed me first. Even showing my dick was her slip-up.
“She's married, you psycho?”
“Wait, really?”
“Yes...”
But Yeonhui backed off at the “married” reveal. Normal thinking—no one sane hits on married women.
I'll do it anyway.
This world? Shit happens. Might as well be me.