Knock Knock
A knock sounded at the door. “Excuse me.”
“Ah, the food’s here, Yeonju.”
“Huh? Ahh, yesss.”
Thankfully, the food arrived before the teardrops precariously clinging to Yeonju’s chubby, adorable cheeks could spill over. If it had come while she was sobbing uncontrollably from emotion, the whole mood would have turned painfully awkward, so I let out a quiet sigh of relief inside.
Once the server had laid out everything we’d ordered and left with a polite bow, I poured sake into two glasses and handed one to her.
“Have you tried sake before?”
“Um… yes. Yesss.”
I spoke to her as if I’d already forgotten the cheesy lines she’d blurted out earlier. Emotion had its place, but now that the alcohol was here, it was time to slowly steer things toward sex.
Yeonju had been spacing out for a while, but my calm voice seemed to finally snap her back to reality. She barely managed to accept the glass I offered her.
“Slurp…”
‘…Huh?’
She must have been thirsty and ready to drink anything. She took the glass from me in a daze, brought it straight to her lips in the same daze, and downed it in one go. I’d accidentally poured quite a lot. What was she doing? From the menu, this stuff was pretty strong… Was she secretly a heavy drinker?
“Ugh!!”
Damn. Of course not. The sake clearly didn’t agree with her. Yeonju made a retching sound and puffed her cheeks out like she was about to spit it everywhere any second.
“It’s okay, Yeonju?! If it doesn’t taste good, just spit it out!”
“…Ugh?! Uuuugh!!”
When I told her to spit it out, she flinched, shook her head frantically, then squeezed her eyes shut and fought with everything she had to swallow. It was such a desperate struggle that tears streamed down her face while she scrunched up her expression like someone forcing down an entire rat or bug.
I understood she didn’t want to show me what was in her mouth, but I was genuinely scared she might do something even worse.
“Gulp!! Guuulp!!”
“If you force it like that…!!”
“Uuuugh!!! Guuuuuulp!!”
“No, I said spit—”
“Pffft!! Pffuuhuhuup!!!”
Sigh… Bad premonitions never miss.
It had only been a single day since I met Yeonju. In that one day I’d experienced slow-motion moments twice—something I’d never gone through before in my entire life.
Whoosh!
Like spray from a mister, the sake droplets beautifully ejected from Yeonju’s mouth struck me one by one. Each droplet reflected my own stunned, panicked face.
The fact that my face was visible at all was bad enough, but the real problem was that it was reflected in nearly every single droplet, not just one or two. Did she have some weird habit of perfectly aiming whenever she spilled something? Out of all the possible body parts, she had nailed my face with the sake.
Yeah. Let’s just accept it. In Japan they even make liquor with saliva anyway. What did it matter if a little spit mixed into already-made alcohol? Come to think of it, wasn’t this the so-called “up-close reward”? Every droplet hitting me right now was a precious vintage that had aged in Yeonju’s mouth for at least ten seconds…
Splash—.
‘Ah… it’s wet.’
I’d had a million thoughts, but the moment it actually hit, that was all I could think.
“Kehk!! Kehehk!! Min… Minjun-ssi!!! I’m sorry!! Kehk! I’m sorry!!”
Apparently she hadn’t learned anything from the Americano disaster. Even while coughing with sake still caught in her throat, Yeonju frantically snatched the napkin from the table and rushed over to me.
She knelt right beside my seat to match our eye levels and desperately began wiping the sake droplets from my face.
Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.
“I’m sorry!! I’m so sorry!! Minjun-ssi!!”
“It’s fine, Yeonju. I’m okay, so calm down. This stuff just wipes off and I don’t mind at all. Just relax, alright?”
“Hic… yes… I’ll calm down… hic… I’m sorry… Why am I always like this…”
Yeah, when I told you to spit it out, why didn’t you just spit it, you dummy? I wanted to say, but I held back.
She hadn’t meant to, but the current position was actually pretty perfect. To wipe my face, Yeonju had pressed herself close to my side, leaning her upper body diagonally toward me. Meaning if I just tilted my head a little… our faces would line up in the ideal position for a kiss.
My face was still a little damp from the leftover droplets, but that didn’t matter.
“Hic!… Hic!!… Min… Minjun-ssi…”
When I suddenly deployed my most melodramatic romantic gaze and locked eyes with her from inches away, Yeonju froze mid-wipe, startled, and started hiccuping.
Soon her cheeks flushed bright red. It seemed she wasn’t completely clueless after all—she was clearly expecting something.
Her plump, flushed cheeks were incredibly cute and seductive, but I wanted the image of her clinging to me rather than me approaching her. So I swallowed the lust surging inside me and let the opportunity pass once more.
“Yeonju… you really do spill everything, don’t you?”
Given the situation, an utterly nauseating line popped into my head. I loaded the cringiest line in history without hesitation.
Remember: the more it made me want to vomit, the sweeter it would sound to her.
“Huh…? Yess?”
“You spilled coffee. You spilled sake…”
“Aww… th-that’s… sorry… sorry… hic…”
“Still, I’d rather you didn’t spill tears.”
Gueeeeeck. It was strong. Even after saying it myself I nearly dry-heaved. Still, I endured. This was a crucial turning point in our relationship. I could tolerate any amount of disgust.
‘Ugh…’
To push down the bile rising from the overwhelming cringe, I intensified the melo eyes even further. Not just soft and gentle—this was heightened emotion, a higher-dimensional sense of love.
I want to possess you like a madman. But at the same time, I want to protect you more than anything. That’s why I won’t lay a hand on your body, but I can’t stop myself from gazing at you with burning passion. Because holding back from devouring you is incredibly difficult!
Something like that—pure passionate romance novel energy. After equipping Melo Eyes Mk 2, where physical and emotional love waged fierce war, I stared intently at Yeonju right in front of me. I made sure every ounce of her attention was focused on deciphering the meaning behind my gaze.
“Hic!… Aww… Uuu…! Uuu… Hic!…”
Yeonju’s eyes darted wildly between my eyes and lips. Her brain must have overloaded, because she regressed straight into baby mode.
It was a little frustrating, but understandable. From everything I’d observed, Yeonju’s nature was extremely passive. No matter how delicious something looked right in front of her—even if her favorite person’s lips were placed conveniently close—she wasn’t used to taking the initiative.
Whether it was innate or the result of her upbringing, both seemed to apply. But that wasn’t important right now.
What mattered was that I had identified her passive nature and had zero intention of making the first move. To establish absolute dominance in our future relationship, I planned to torment her until she was the one desperately clinging to me.
But the stimulation still seemed too weak. She was conflicted yet unwilling to act, so I decided to push her even further.
“Hoo…”
I gazed at her silently and raised my hand toward her face.
Yeonju’s cheeks burned crimson as she squeezed her eyes shut tight, clearly expecting something. The teardrop that had been hanging precariously at the corner of her eye since the sake spill finally rolled down.
Using my index finger, I gently wiped the tear from the corner of her eye, then softly brushed away the moisture still pooled there.
“Haa…”
When I wiped her eyes, Yeonju slowly lifted her tightly shut lids. A flicker of confusion crossed her heated, dazed pupils. The atmosphere had clearly been leading to a kiss, yet I had stolen her tears instead. She must have been wondering why.
“Don’t cry, Yeonju. I’ll protect you.”
I spoke calmly while gazing into her eyes. This time I didn’t need any forced cheesy tone or look. In a situation so heated and sweet that anyone would expect a kiss, I had held back all my desires and taken her tears instead. That alone would let Yeonju understand just how much I loved and cherished her.
“Haa… Hmm…”
The moment I said I would protect her, Yeonju stiffened like she’d been struck by lightning and began trembling violently. After a few shakes, she looked at me with eyes full of unbearable longing.
“Hmm… Heheung…”
Her breath grew sweeter and sweeter as she stared at me. Even though I had promised to protect her, the desire to be devoured by me was only growing stronger inside her heart.
No matter how passive Yeonju is, she won’t be able to endure this.
Saying she was precious a hundred or a thousand times was nothing compared to proving it with a single action. I showed her through deeds rather than words that I cherished her far more than the trivial lust swirling inside me. Yeonju gradually lost her mind.
“Haaung… Haa…”
I wanted her to abandon everything she had learned and observed throughout her life—customs, common sense, identity, norms, etiquette, manners, all those outdated things society had taught her. I wanted her to go crazy for me, to desire and crave only me. And just as I wished, Yeonju fell perfectly into the palm of my hand.
Subduing a person was easy, but fully conquering them was not. Watching her face become dyed entirely in my color, I tasted a deep, chest-tightening sense of conquest and accomplishment.
Chu.
Yeonju kept moaning while staring at me with completely melted eyes, then finally pressed her lips to mine. It was incredibly bold for her, yet the fact that it ended as a simple peck was utterly Yeonju.
Even with her brain flooded by lust, all she could manage was a peck. It was adorable, but grinning like an idiot would ruin the mood, so I simply stared at her with a look of genuine surprise.
“Hmm… Haa…”
After the peck, Yeonju pulled back but kept staring at my lips. Deciding it wasn’t enough, she tried to crash into them again. If even a scrap of sanity remained, she would have nervously checked my reaction after that impulsive kiss, but right now it seemed nothing registered in her eyes.
The poor little puppy, desperate to satisfy the desire raging inside her but with no idea how, could only keep targeting my poor lips. And only with pecks at that.
Chuuup.
The second kiss lasted about half a second to a full second. That was definitely praiseworthy.
When she pulled away after that one-second kiss, I showed her a face that had grown even hotter. I still felt like I could tease her more, so I held back from taking the lead. I only gave hints through eyes clouded with desire and rougher breathing.
The naughty, cute thing you’re doing isn’t wrong at all. If you keep coming at me like this, I might not be able to hold back. It was the signal I sent her.
Chuuuup. Chup. Chuuup.
The signal must have landed. Confidence boosted, Yeonju unleashed her new technique—three consecutive pecks. Not a triple axel, but a triple peck. Even now, Yeonju was devilishly cute.
Still, every time her soft, chewy, moist lips touched mine, my cock swelled fiercely. So it couldn’t be called merely a cute technique.
Chup. Chup. Slurp. Slurrrp. Chuuup. Chup.
“Haaup… Uup… Heup.”
As if she could no longer endure it, all at once and with fierce intensity.
I grabbed the back of Yeonju’s neck firmly with both hands as she went for another peck and pulled her into a deep, passionate French kiss.
Chuuup. Chup. Chuuuup. Chup.
“Uup… Heup.”
Yeonju sucked on my lips and tongue like a person discovering an oasis in the middle of the desert—madly, violently. There wasn’t a trace of technique. She simply followed raw instinct, sucking on my lips and tongue like a starving child desperately nursing at its mother’s breast.