Deul-bak (1)
Late March.
It had been a little warm earlier in the afternoon, but now that the sun was starting to go down, a strangely chilly wind had picked up. By my standards it was a pleasantly cool breeze — but Chae Dayeon, who ran cold at the best of times, seemed to find it a bit much.
Looking at her clinging to my arm like that… she'd dressed for the weather reasonably well, and she was still feeling it.
"Are you very cold?"
"Not that cold. Can we walk a little faster? I think I'd rather move and generate some heat."
"Or we could just go straight home. It won't be cold once we're inside."
"That's true… but if I lie down right away I won't digest, and I'll feel awful."
The way she treated eating like a chore — looking at it from this angle, maybe it was because she had a weak stomach. Eating made her feel unwell. So she didn't eat. And that had become a habit. If that was the shape of it, then I could understand why Dayeon was so thin.
"If we pass a cafe, let's grab a coffee. It'd be nice to have something warm in your hands, at least."
"Ah… yeah. Let's."
There happened to be a decent cafe nearby, so we ducked in together and came back out with one hot americano and one iced. The cold one was mine, naturally. The hot one was Dayeon's.
Having something warm in her hands seemed to help. Her expression loosened — just a little. Really, only a tiny bit.
If I pinch her cheek she'll bite me again.
Even as I thought it, my hand was already reaching for that soft little cheek. And then I was touching it. This time I didn't pinch the way I had before — I just caught it lightly between my thumb and forefinger and let go, more of a touch than anything.
"Mweohhhae…"
Her words went to mush every time I did it, but her face didn't change at all. That, I supposed, was very Dayeon. She did look uncomfortable, though, and I figured if I kept it up she'd bite me for real, so I took my hand away. Dayeon pressed the warm americano against the cheek I'd just been touching.
And at the same time—
"Mmh…"
Whether the warmth felt good, she let out a little purr and closed her eyes, looking exactly like a slice of bread toasting on an electric heating pad. I couldn't help myself. I pinched the other cheek.
And Dayeon—
Chomp.
"Ow—!"
Honestly, neither of us had the stamina to wander the streets for a full hour. It wasn't a full hour — we walked around downtown Anyang for about thirty minutes before deciding to head to my place, which was close by.
Originally we were supposed to go to Dayeon's. But she'd already come all the way to Anyang, and I'd already taken the bus into the city center, so going to my apartment just made more sense.
We climbed into the first taxi in the line outside Anyang Station. About ten minutes later I paid, we got out, and Dayeon stood there staring up at my building.
"This is it?"
"Come to think of it, this is your first time at my place."
"Yeah. Never had a reason to come."
"Don't get your hopes up or anything. It's just a guy living alone."
"Mm…"
With a sort of I see about her, Dayeon followed me up the apartment stairs. I was punching in the door-lock code when a thought hit me.
"…Dayeon."
"Mm?"
"Wash as soon as we're inside. Shower first thing."
"Shower? Okay."
I heard her agree and opened the door — but the moment we stepped inside and I closed it behind us, Dayeon's breathing started to grow hotter, little by little.
The barbecue restaurant. The street. The cafe. Even the taxi we'd taken to get here. Every one of those places had at least one other person in it. None of them had been a space with just the two of us.
This apartment was.
"W-Woojin…"
"Yeah?"
"…I wanna lick you."
The second that door shut, it was like she'd gone into heat. Dayeon tugged at my sleeve with those tiny hands, pressing and pressing.
"Wash first."
"Mm. I wanna lick you now."
"Wash first. We promised we'd shower as soon as we came in."
When I shut her down firmly, her face went past sulky and into a full-on pout. And then a solution occurred to me.
"Or do you want to wash together?"
"Together?"
"Wash together. You can lick me while we shower."
"Mm… yeah. Hurry. Hurry, hurry…"
Completely locked onto the idea of licking me, Dayeon started tugging at my sleeve all over again. It had already been two years since I'd known her — three, maybe. The Dayeon who was always so blank and easygoing was whining like this, and far from being annoyed, I actually felt like I was something special. She wasn't asking me for anything. She wasn't asking me to do anything. And it wasn't some other guy she wanted to lick. It was me.
"Hold on. Let me just grab a change of clothes…"
"We're just going to do it as soon as we get out of the shower anyway. You can just strip."
"I still need towels."
"Towels… hurry."
I left Dayeon waiting in front of the bathroom, grabbed about three towels, and came back.
"Dayeon. Want to get undressed, then?"
"Yeah."
The coat she'd been wearing when we came in had already been tossed toward the living-room sofa. She stripped off the rest just as fast. Sweater. Skirt. Pantyhose. Then her underwear, gone in a rush — and that small body was completely bare.
Nicely shaped B-cup breasts. A pelvis that jutted out with surprising definition for someone so small. Thighs that looked like they'd give under your fingers. She was standing there naked in front of me and she didn't look embarrassed at all. If anything, Dayeon stared at me like she was asking why I still had clothes on.
I stripped just as fast—
"Auum—"
—and the instant I was done, Dayeon darted into my arms and started licking my nipple, slow and careful.
For now…
"Slurp… mmf, aah… suck, sluurp… haa, hauuung…"
For now I let her, because the way she looked was genuinely cute. That dazed expression, like a cat that had just gotten a noseful of catnip. Up on her tiptoes because of the height. The little flash of pink tongue every time she licked. That much was cute.
If I had to pick the best part, though, it was her skin. Soft. Almost squishy.
Her breasts were pressed against my stomach, giving a little every time she licked my chest. And as if she were afraid I'd get away, she'd wrapped her arms around me completely — squeezing tight. Because of that, my cock, already standing hard, was pressing into her belly. Pressing, sure. But her skin was so soft that if I stretched it a little, it felt almost like being wrapped in her chest. That's how yielding she was.
"Dayeon."
"Slurp… mmh, lick, sluurp…"
"Dayeon. That's enough. We need to wash. Stop."
"Lick, slurp, haa… suck, sluurp…"
"Dayeon."
"Sluurp… mmh… lick…"
Right. Cats don't do "stay."
At times like this, there was no choice but to use force. If it were someone like Min Seoeun acting like a cat, I don't know — but Dayeon was a different story. I wrapped my arms around her the same way she was holding me, and lifted her clean off the ground.
"Uieeeuk…!"
The air rushed out of her and a ridiculous little sound spilled from her mouth. The cat at my parents' house made the exact same noise when you picked it up in the middle of a meal. And Dayeon had the exact same face that cat made when you did it.
"W-what are you doing…"
I walked into the bathroom carrying her, Dayeon glaring up at me with an expression one notch short of a full sulk. Just over forty kilos, was that it? I didn't know what she actually weighed, but once I had her in my arms she wasn't all that heavy. I trudged over to the sink and set her down.
The second her feet touched the floor she lunged back in to lick me — and this time I blocked her with my forehead. She looked genuinely offended.
"Let's wash first. We can do it after."
"……"
"Brush our teeth. Brush our teeth, shower, and once we're done, I'll let you lick as much as you want."
"……"
Too late, maybe. No matter how I tried to coax her, turning a cat's heart around once it had gone sour was hard. That said, I wasn't about to just bow my head to a cat either.
"You're not going to do it?"
"…What?"
"If you don't wash, we're not doing it."
"……"
"So you should wash, right?"
"Yeah…"
In the end Dayeon trudged over like a cat with its ears folded down and took the toothbrush I held out. I stood next to her and brushed my teeth too… and in the mirror above the sink, her eyes kept sliding down to my cock.
Setting everything else aside — last time, with Lim Jiwoo, we'd ended up doing it once in the bathroom before we even got out. But I'd had a thought when I lifted Dayeon earlier, so I decided to hold off. And because I wanted to put that thought into action as soon as possible, I had to shower fast. None of that washing each other in a steamy haze the way I had with Jiwoo. Brush teeth. Wash face. Shower. I even washed my hair, dried off, and stepped out of the bathroom.
And the second I did, Dayeon—
"We're good now, right?"
"Okay. Room first. We'll do it in the room. Go."
"Hurry. Hurry…"
It's like when you forget about a cat, and then the moment you pick up the food bowl it goes nyaaaaah. That was exactly the face Dayeon was making as she hustled me into the bedroom.
Once we were inside she went straight to the bed, and the instant she confirmed I was lying down she climbed on top of me. She didn't say a word.
"Hauum—!"
She buried her face against my neck and started licking, little flicks of her tongue, over and over.
"Slurp, suck, sluurp… haah, lick, sluurp… chup, tsup, sluurp…"
I just lay there, stroking her hair, savoring the ticklish feeling along my throat. I could have touched her breasts. Traced her back. Patted her ass. Gone further and teased her pussy — but I was too wound up about the idea I was going to put into action later, so I let Dayeon do everything she wanted. After all, in a little while she wouldn't be able to do a thing. She wouldn't be able to move a muscle. She'd have no choice but to take everything I did to her. So for now, stay still. Completely still.
Before I knew it she'd worked her way down from my neck and was licking my nipple again. I watched her face. Those uniquely harmless eyes that came with a baby-kitten face. Her nose twitching as her breathing grew rougher. A mouth so small it looked like a single finger would fill it. And the pink tongue peeking out of that mouth, working diligently over my nipple.
A moment later.
"Haaa… haa, haaaaa…"
"Dayeon."
"Mm?"
"You're going to lick down there too, right?"
"Down there… yeah. I wanna lick."
By then her face was half-hidden behind my cock. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and then—
"Haup—!"