Ramen and Dolphin Shorts
Chapter 70. By day an idol trainee, by night a cafe part-timer. A woman who had eaten nothing but ramen for dinner for ten years and carried heart failure at a young age—Dayoung Seo. Her story was already extraordinary, but what made her even more special was the fact that she lived alone.
“Oppa, I’ll… I’ll boil the ramen real quick.”
“Uh… yeah, sure.”
“Do you like Shin? Jin? Or the regular one?”
“Whatever’s fine. It’s all the same anyway……”
“…Anyway?”
“…Ramen all tastes the same in the end.”
I almost said, “Anyway, I’m going to eat you, so what does the ramen matter?” It was the kind of slip I would never normally make. I brushed it off, but just being inside a woman’s studio apartment was already shaking my composure.
“Come on~! Oppa!! I told you earlier! The La-Bi effect! Ramen can taste amazing if you cook it right! I’m going to show you a whole new world of ramen today.”
“Mm. I see.”
“Just wait a sec, Oppa~!”
Dayoung had been acting awkward because I was in her studio, but the moment ramen came up she snapped right back into her usual self. I watched her back as she headed toward the tiny kitchen attached to the one-room apartment to boil the ramen.
‘Hiss… haaah…’
Gulp. I swallowed without meaning to.
Dayoung had incredible proportions. She wasn’t particularly tall, but her legs were long and beautiful for her height. And those beautiful legs were covered by nothing but a single pair of dolphin shorts.
Dolphin shorts. Dolphin shorts. Dolphin shorts.
I rolled the words around in my mouth. Even the sound of them felt perverted.
Her dolphin shorts were short and loose. Short enough that her smooth legs were completely exposed, loose enough that the secret space between the fabric and her hips peeked out every time she moved. The shorts were clearly well-worn—wrinkled all over, especially along the crease running from her hips down toward her crotch. It was obvious how many times her plump ass and warm, damp pussy had devoured the fabric.
‘Hiss… haaahhh…’
I wasn’t usually into industry awards, but Dayoung’s dolphin shorts were something I couldn’t resist. The lewd outfit seemed made exclusively for her; the two went together perfectly. The sight of her standing in her studio, wearing nothing but those loose dolphin shorts while casually boiling ramen with her guard completely down, was flawless.
A fierce desire surged through me. Even if I had to brainwash her, I wanted to bury my face between her ass and those shorts and sniff her while she wore them.
“Oppa!!”
“Huh?! Uh, yeah. What?”
Dayoung suddenly turned around while stirring the ramen and looked straight at me. I had been seriously considering shoving my face into her dolphin shorts right then, so I answered awkwardly, like a thief caught red-handed.
“Just in case, don’t open any drawers, okay?! And don’t look under the bed either!”
“Ah…”
She was probably worried I’d discover whatever she’d hurriedly hidden. I nodded. I was curious what was in the drawers or under the bed, but I was also afraid of being shocked if I looked.
‘As long as it looks clean on the surface, that’s enough… No need to dig deeper.’
Her studio was far cleaner than I’d expected. She’d made such a fuss before letting me in that I’d assumed there would be trash and worn underwear scattered everywhere, but it was spotless. It even smelled nice. The moment I stepped inside I caught the rich scent of coffee and some sweet fragrance I couldn’t quite place. Right now, though, the spicy aroma of ramen was overpowering everything else.
“Oppa! Sorry, could you unfold the table next to the TV? The ramen’s almost done!”
“Yeah, got it.”
I set up the table as she asked. Dayoung brought over the pot of ramen and bowls. We ate together. It wasn’t quite the revolutionary “La-Bi effect” she’d promised, but the ramen was still delicious. After weeks of eating only expensive, high-quality food, the spicy, MSG-heavy taste felt like a sharp reminder of what I used to eat growing up.
“Dayoung, do you have a spare toothbrush?”
After we finished eating and cleaned up, I asked casually. We’d eaten the ramen, so now it was time to eat Dayoung. A little preparation was necessary first. I couldn’t kiss her with the taste of spicy, salty ramen still in my mouth.
“Oh! There are plenty in the cabinet where I keep the towels in the bathroom.”
“Really? Then… want to shower together, Dayoung?”
“Huh? Wait, what? Eek?! O-O-O-O… Oppa, what did you just say?”
“Let’s shower together. We’re going to need one anyway.”
The last time Yeonju had washed my body, it had felt refreshing and strangely erotic. The humid, cozy atmosphere you could only find in a bathroom had soaked into my senses. I wanted Dayoung to feel that too. And, of course, I wanted to enjoy it myself.
“Eek? Wait, ah? Ah?”
“You don’t want to?”
“N-No, it’s not that I don’t want to… I-It’s just, won’t it be a bother for you?! I have a lot of places that need washing! It takes a lot of work! A lot!!”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry. I can wash you quickly.”
“Eek? Ah… no… actually, that’s not what I’m worried about… O-Oppa!!”
I grabbed Dayoung’s wrist and led her toward the bathroom. It was a little forceful, but I had no choice.
‘I need to take control. If I let her lead, we’ll just end up talking until dawn before we even have sex.’
I didn’t have the patience or stamina to endure Dayoung’s chatter until morning. But when it came to using our bodies, I could overwhelm her right now. Only an amateur fights on the opponent’s home turf. I needed to drag Dayoung into the arena where I was strongest—the language of the body.
“I’ll undress you, Dayoung. Stay still.”
“What? No! I can… I can take my clothes off myself!! You don’t have to undress me…!!”
Words were useless. I stripped her in a few quick motions. She was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and dolphin shorts over her underwear to begin with—her defenses were pathetically weak. Like a stripping game where one click removes a female character’s clothes, a few tugs from me and Dayoung was completely naked.
“Too— Too embarrassing, Oppa. This is way too embarrassing…!”
Dayoung covered her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other. It was the exact pose of Venus in the famous painting “The Birth of Venus” I’d seen in old Greek mythology comic books.
‘Whoa… her proportions are insane.’
She wasn’t a voluptuous Venus. As an idol trainee she kept her weight under strict control, so her body was slim. But that only made the feminine skeletal beauty that only women are born with stand out even more. There wasn’t a single trace of male hormones anywhere on her. It was the complete opposite of my usual preference for curvy milfs, but it was beautiful enough to transcend personal taste.
So I stared at her naked body. I didn’t hide the lust and desire boiling inside me at all. I looked at her like a beast eyeing its prey—blatantly, hungrily.
“Oppa… if you stare like that… I feel weird. It’s embarrassing. So embarrassing. This is… my first time showing my body to a man…”
“It’s okay, Dayoung. Showing your body to Oppa isn’t something to be embarrassed about. We’re about to do even more than this.”
“Nooo— It’s because it’s you that it’s more embarrassing… Ah! Seriously… I can’t take it. Oppa, can I run away?”
“Where would you go? Outside like that?”
“Th-That’s true. It would be even more embarrassing to go outside like this.”
Dayoung kept whining that she was embarrassed. But while she complained, she seemed to be getting used to the shame again, and her mouth started running. To shut her up, I needed to excite and embarrass her even more.
I spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact voice.
“Dayoung, take Oppa’s clothes off.”
“Huh? What? Oppa? Ah, no! Your clothes look really expensive… What if I stretch them by accident? I’m poor, I could never pay you back.”
“I’m not going to make you pay. Just take them off. I undressed you too, remember?”
“Th-That’s true, but… haa… this is so embarrassing. It’s seriously lewd. I’ve never done anything like this before… Is this really okay?”
Even as she said that, she slowly approached me and reached out with extreme caution. I raised both arms to make it easier for her. Dayoung squeezed her eyes shut and yanked my shirt off in one go.
“Ugh…!! Oppa! Did it come off okay?”
“Yeah. It’s off. Why are your eyes closed, though?”
“I’ve never seen a man’s naked body before. And if I see yours, I feel like something weird will happen to me… Can I keep them closed a little longer? It feels easier this way.”
“Sure. But how are you going to take my pants off like that?”
“Th-That’s… I’ll just use my sense of touch…”
Dayoung muttered to herself, then really did reach for my waistband with her eyes still closed. Her hands fumbled around until she found the button and zipper, then carefully undid them and pulled my pants down. While she was focused on undressing me, she stayed quiet, so I could fully savor the sensation of her hands on me. There was something unbearably erotic about a woman undressing you with her own hands.
Swish. Thud.
After the shirt and pants came off, only my underwear remained. Now confident in her blind undressing, Dayoung reached out quickly.
Grab.
But without being able to see, her aim was off. Instead of my underwear, she grabbed my massively erect, vicious cock with enough force to tear the fabric.
“Huh…?”
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Dayoung tilted her head, repeatedly touching and squeezing my cock as if trying to figure out what she was holding.
“O-Oppa, there’s something weird here. Do guys have pockets inside their underwear too?”
“Why? What does it feel like?”
“Um… it’s really hard and big. And hot. When I touched it, it felt like my hand was burning! Maybe… a thermos? A really big thermos full of hot soup, right?”
“No? That’s not it.”
“Huh? Um… then what? Is it one of those new hot packs? It’d be inconvenient to carry something this big around… Ugh… I really don’t know…”
Dayoung had instantly become absorbed in the “guess the object by touch” game. Her concentration was impressive. But I wondered if she’d keep that focus once she realized the object she was so curious about was a “huge cock.”
Swish.
I pulled my underwear down and guided her hand directly onto my cock.
“Hik…!! Wh-What is this? It’s so hot. It got even more slippery and hotter.”
“You could just open your eyes and see, you know?”
“No way! That would ruin the fun. They do this kind of thing on variety shows all the time—putting your hand in a box and guessing what’s inside just by touch. It feels really exciting and fun, like I’m doing that right now. I always wanted to try something like this if I became an idol!”
Squish. Squish. Squish. Pat. Pat. Stroke.
Dayoung really seemed determined to guess correctly. She kneaded my cock thoroughly, then stroked the entire length with her palm to figure out its shape. The sight of her giving me a handjob with her eyes tightly shut, completely unaware that she was touching a cock, felt strangely special. Her bold, ignorant touches made precum bead at the tip.
“What is it…? A hard sausage? A missile? Huh?! Oppa, there’s something sticky here! Is it sweat? Ah! It moves when I touch it! Is this thing alive?!”
Tap. Tap.
Dayoung didn’t miss the precum that leaked out and kept rubbing the tip to identify the sticky substance. Every time her fingers brushed against it, my cock twitched and throbbed.
“It’s stickier than sweat…? Ah! Is it a snake? But why would there be a snake… Oppa! I really don’t know anymore!! Now I’m getting scared!”
“Then open your eyes.”
“Sh-Should I? But I still want to get the answer right… B-But it’s not what I’m thinking, right?”
“What are you thinking?”
“Th-There’s something like that. I’ve only heard about it, so I don’t know for sure… It can’t be that, right? It’s way too big… Way too scary… I’ve never heard of one being this big… O-Oppa!!”
After muttering to herself for a while, Dayoung suddenly called out to me in a loud voice. For some reason, her tone was extremely solemn, like she was making a huge resolution.
“You startled me. Uh, why?”
“The answer!!! It’s a… a cock!!!”
Flash—.
It was like a game show buzzer. The moment Dayoung opened her tightly shut eyes, a giant golden bell seemed to appear in her pupils.
「Cock」
As the last remaining contestant, Dayoung Seo wrote “Sorry, guys” on the whiteboard next to her and raised her answer sheet even though she knew it was wrong. After agonizing over it, the word written on her answer sheet was “cock.”
The MC approaches for an interview.
- Dayoung Seo, why did you write “cock” on your answer sheet?
- Ah, it’s so big I thought it definitely couldn’t be that… but “cock” was the only thing that came to mind… Sorry, guys~!
- Dayoung has chosen “cock.” Let’s see if it’s correct…!! Announcer, what’s the answer~?!
- The answer to the final 50th question is… cock. Correct!!!
- Waaaaahhh~~~~!!!
“Waaahhh~~!!! O-Oppa!! It really is a cock?! I got it right?! Even though it’s this big? Something this big is still a cock? This is a cock?”
“Uh… yeah. It’s a cock, Dayoung.”
My head was starting to throb. It seemed my plan to embarrass Dayoung into shutting up had completely failed.