You're Not Going Home Tonight
The kiss with Yeonju felt nothing like the soft, rapturous one I had shared with Mihee noona, but it carried its own unique thrill. In the way her tongue moved—clumsy yet desperate—I could feel exactly how deeply and powerfully she craved me. I had practiced kissing countless times with Mihee, so I could have easily overpowered her with technique, but Yeonju’s earnest longing for me was genuinely touching. I accepted her kiss with generous patience, like a veteran catcher with a good heart receiving the fastballs of a rookie pitcher who only had one pitch. Yeah~ That’s it~ Nice kiss! It’s okay! You’re doing great~~! You can learn the curveball later…!!
-Smack. Sluuurp. Slurp. Sluuuuck.
“Haaum… haak… heung…”
Yeonju had clearly surrendered herself to instinct. Otherwise, that shy girl could never have been this aggressive. She refused to let the kiss break for even a second, all while constantly pressing her body into mine. But because I was sitting at the low table, no matter how awkwardly she knelt beside me and pushed herself forward, our bodies couldn’t fully connect.
Yeonju didn’t like that at all. She moved boldly, planting herself squarely on my thigh and wrapping both legs around my waist.
“Hmm… haup…”
With me sitting knees-together and her now straddling me, my rock-hard cock was crushed harshly beneath her ass. On top of that, as if she couldn’t bear even an inch of separation, she tightened her thighs around my waist and kept twitching her pelvis, endlessly grinding her body against me. The result was constant, delicious friction along my trapped length.
Khk…
The sensation of her plump, springy thighs and ass pressed directly against my exposed glans was overwhelming. Her obscenely rolling hips kept stroking me without mercy, and the stimulation was almost too much. Still, I refused to let a single moan escape. If I groaned at the movements of a girl who probably didn’t even know what masturbation was, my pride would take a serious hit. After all, I was a veteran who had kept up a strict one-fap-per-day schedule ever since my first time, and I had recently even graduated to real sex. I might not have been a sex god, but I refused to lose to Yeonju.
Feeling the need to counterattack, I slipped my hand under the white sweater she wore and gently cupped her breast over her bra.
Squeeze—
“Huuup…!! Heuuung…!!!”
Anticipating a loud cry, I sealed her lips with my own before the sound could escape. I swallowed her moan, then began kneading her breast with wet, rhythmic squeezes.
Knead. Knead.
“Hum…!! Uuup…!!”
Her chest was modest enough to fit entirely in one hand—from the soft lower swell hidden by the bra to the slight spill above it—but I felt no disappointment. Though small, Yeonju’s breasts had incredible texture and density. Breasts usually felt soft at first and only firmed up when squeezed hard, but hers were so perky they felt bouncy even with the lightest touch.
“Haaum…!!! Heeng!! S-stop… haat!!! Stop… please stop…!”
I kept squeezing and releasing those springy mounds until she finally couldn’t take it. She tore her lips from mine—the very lips she had been devouring moments ago—and begged me to stop between desperate moans. Even in a private room, the soundproofing wasn’t perfect. To avoid getting reported to the police I should have eased off, but I continued fondling her breasts. The sight of timid Yeonju, the same girl who couldn’t talk back even when cursed at, now unable to hold back her lewd cries in a restaurant where others might hear—it turned me on so much I couldn’t stop.
Knead. Knead. Knead.
“Heung!! Huup… Minjun-ssi… please stop… I-I can’t take any more… huit!!!”
Still clinging to my waist with both legs, completely leaning against my shoulder, Yeonju poured out hot moans. The way she tried to hold them back only for those characteristic whimpering sounds to slip out anyway was addictively good. It felt so incredible I wouldn’t have regretted getting arrested for public indecency and causing a disturbance.
But right when the mood had reached its peak, the phone inside Yeonju’s jeans began to ring.
-Riiiiing. Riiiiing.
Fuck. The timing is fucking perfect.
Yeonju’s body jolted hard at the sound. The reaction was too strong to ignore, so I swallowed my regret and slowly pulled my hand out from under her sweater.
“For now… answer the call, Yeonju.”
“Y-yes… Minjun-ssi… thank you… It’s probably… my mom…”
Yeonju seemed to understand exactly what “for now” implied. Her face burned with embarrassment, but she nodded.
She lifted her head from my shoulder and unwrapped her arms from around my chest. The moment she tried to pull her legs away, I locked both arms tightly around her waist so she couldn’t escape.
“Huit… M-Minjun-ssi?”
“Just answer it like this.”
“What?! B-but…!”
“I don’t want to be apart from you, so take the call just like this. You can still answer the phone, can’t you?”
“Haa… uu… t-that’s…”
“Hurry. It’s about to hang up.”
“…Yes… I understand…”
It was a mischievous request she had never experienced before, but Yeonju didn’t resist. She stayed seated on my thigh, ass pressed firmly against my cock, and took out her phone. The moment perfectly illustrated how solidly the power dynamic between us had been established—and beyond that, it was the perfect opportunity.
The things Jeonghye said at the cafe have been bothering me ever since…
When Jeonghye had hurled that padlip at her, she claimed Yeonju’s mother had introduced her own daughter as a retard. No normal mother would say something like that, so there were only two possibilities: either Jeonghye had been lying through her teeth, or Yeonju’s mother was a complete psycho. After hearing how unusually deflated Yeonju’s voice became when she took that verbal abuse, I had suspected the latter.
And now, watching Yeonju flinch at the expected call from her mother and seeing her completely melted expression freeze solid in an instant, I was almost certain.
Yeonju’s mother was probably an absolute bitch.
No matter if it’s your mom, there are lines you don’t cross.
Yeonju was already essentially mine. If her mother treated her badly, she would receive the proper punishment. I could torment Yeonju, but I refused to let anyone else torment what was mine. That was why I had deliberately kept her sitting on my thigh for the call. I wanted to hear every word of their conversation.
“…Hello?”
Where are you? What have you been doing instead of coming home all this time?
“I’m… having dinner with someone I know.”
Is that person next to you right now?
Yeonju glanced at me, checking whether I was listening. I shook my head. Say no. After a brief hesitation she nodded.
“No. I just stepped outside for a moment…”
You crazy bitch. You’ve fully committed to ruining the family name, haven’t you?
“…”
The moment she heard no one was around, the voice on the other end turned ice-cold. Until then it had at least pretended to be a mother speaking to her daughter. Now it was nothing but the voice of a crazy bitch. Just as I suspected, Yeonju’s mother really was a psycho.
Are you rebelling because I made you get a part-time job? I told you to come straight home after your shift, didn’t I?
“No… it’s not like that…”
I told you a deficient child like you shouldn’t be wandering around outside. You only cause accidents and embarrass the whole family, so why do you keep going out? You’re not actually rebelling against me, are you?
“I’m sorry. It’s not… rebellion.”
If you know you’re sorry, come home right now… Wait. You’re not having dinner with a man, are you?
“T-that’s… Mom…”
She could have simply lied and said she was eating with a girl, but Yeonju couldn’t even manage that easy deception. She stammered helplessly. It was frustrating to watch, yet at the same time I felt a pang of pity. How much verbal abuse from a psycho mother did it take to reduce Yeonju to this?
You crazy bitch. You filthy rag. Come home right now.
Maybe I should just lock this bitch up starting tomorrow….
The call ended with a click, cutting off the psycho’s skin-crawling mutter. I had expected sobbing, but Yeonju simply slipped the phone back into her pocket as if she were used to this sort of thing, then looked at me with an awkward smile. The expression that tried so hard to look unbothered somehow felt heartbreaking. The smile hanging weakly on her lips was steeped in deep resignation and self-mockery.
“I’m sorry, Minjun-ssi. My mom is a bit… special. I knew you’d find out eventually, but… I didn’t think it would be this soon…”
“…”
“Still, she can be kind sometimes. She must have been really angry today because I didn’t come home without telling her…”
I didn’t answer. I simply looked at her. Yeonju kept avoiding my eyes, as if meeting them was too difficult, while she continued speaking. One phone call from her mother had returned her to her usual state. No—honestly, she seemed even worse than usual. I had worked so hard to make her excited enough to jump on me, yet one call had turned everything to dust.
“Thank you so much for today, Minjun-ssi. I was so moved by the things you said—words someone like me would never hear in my entire life… Come to think of it, at the cafe too… You really are good with words.”
I didn’t like how she kept steering the mood into something heavy without my permission, but I decided to listen until the end. Of course, I would rather bite my tongue and die than send her home in this ruined atmosphere. The reason I let her finish was that, at least in this regard, I wanted to show her respect. I intended to dominate Yeonju, but unlike that psycho bitch currently dominating her by tearing her down and trampling her dignity, I had no desire to degrade her character. I might insult her during sex, but I would never truly mean to destroy her as a person. I was confident I could make her mine without putting her down, and that difference in level was exactly what separated me from that psycho as a true dominator.
I would dominate Yeonju, but I would also make her happy in my arms.
I stared straight at her as she avoided my gaze and spoke.
“I’m not good with words. I just say what I truly think. Everything I told you was sincere.”
“See… even now… Minjun-ssi, your words are too good… too sweet… too warm… So… so I just want to lean on you… even though I don’t deserve it…”
“Then lean on me.”
“How could I? To someone like you, Minjun-ssi… how could an idiot like me possibly lean on you? I mess up every single day, I only ever get scolded by my mom and everyone around me. I can’t even speak properly. I’m… I’m a complete fool… If I stay by your side… I’ll only be a burden…”
As she spoke, her face gradually sank toward my shoulder. But she never actually buried it there. She simply hung her head and sobbed in an incredibly small, faint voice that was barely audible even from this close distance.
I didn’t like scenes like this. I hated melodrama and wasn’t fond of romance. I was only interested in ero. Or straight-up porn. That was probably why the few centimeters of distance between my shoulder and her face, along with her weak sobbing, felt so uncomfortable. Tenderness and pathos were definitely not my taste.
“I’m sorry, Minjun-ssi. I showed you my pathetic side again. When I think about it… I only ever show you my ugly sides. I’m sorry…”
Compared to the sadness she radiated, Yeonju stopped crying far too quickly. She slowly lifted her head and spoke in a voice that tried too hard to sound calm. She was already thinking about goodbye. Not just tonight, but many more farewells to come.
As if she wanted to burn the image of my face into her memory—the face she had barely been able to look at—she finally stared straight at me.
“Thank you so much for today… I think I should go home now…”
Her expression made it painfully obvious how much she wanted to stay with me. Yeonju really was an idiot. If she kept showing me that face, there was no way I could let her leave. In fact, there wasn’t a single man on earth who would send a woman looking at him like that back home. That wouldn’t be a man—it would be a eunuch.
“You don’t have to be sorry. Because you’re not going home tonight, Yeonju.”
“Huh…? Uup…!!”
Without hesitation, I crushed my lips against hers.