Seeing Is Believing
"Shall I show you?"
The moment the words left my mouth, Jeong Areum went silent. The ice in her iced coffee clinked softly against the glass.
"Heaven?"
"Yes."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
She stared hard at my face, searching for any hint of a joke. I didn't smile. And at that, if anything, her curiosity only seemed to deepen—she leaned forward over the table.
"Then what exactly does that mean?"
At that question, Pastor Kim Soyeon's words from last night flashed through my mind.
Don't tell a soul what happened with Hyunju, either. Least of all what happened with me.
She'd been perfectly clear. Not a word about religious unity from the start, she'd said. Get a feel for the people first. Take it slow.
She was right. Pastor Kim Soyeon had watched this congregation far longer than I had—who was conservative, who liked to talk, who kept a wary eye on newcomers. She knew all of it better than I ever could. So listening to her was the right call.
And yet.
I looked at Jeong Areum. The woman across the table had come to me first, remembered something I'd said at the church days ago, wondered out loud why the pastor had acknowledged me—and now here she was, asking on her own what "heaven" meant.
We'd come this far. Hide it again? Dance around it again?
A strange streak of defiance rose up in me. I had declared I would unite all the religions. I hadn't come to tuck myself quietly into Pastor Kim Soyeon's church and become one more face in her flock—I'd come to build something my own way.
To hell with it, I thought. I'm going to be a god anyway. Let's do this my way.
Of course, I wasn't a god yet—I only believed I would be. But at least for this one moment, I wanted to trust my gut over someone else's manual.
"The pastor didn't open up to me right away either," I said in a low voice.
Areum's eyes went wide. "So something did happen!"
"It did."
"What, though?"
I glanced around. It was a small place—only a handful of tables, with other customers seated a little ways off. Not the setting for the rest of this conversation. I looked back at her.
"Not really the place for it."
"Why not?"
"People might overhear and get the wrong idea."
Areum bit her lip, curiosity swelling visibly across her face. "Then where?"
Instead of answering, I looked toward the back of the cafe—a short hallway, and at its end, the unisex restroom. Areum followed my gaze, then looked back at me. This time, she seemed to catch the meaning too.
"No way..."
"You don't have to come if you don't want to," I said at once. "You're the one who's been dying to know, so I'm just offering to show you."
Areum said nothing for a few seconds. Then she smiled, just barely. "Are you always this forward, Hyunwoo?"
"I think I've gotten that way these past few days."
"And here I thought you were unemployed."
"Which means I've got nothing to lose."
She finally laughed—but sobered just as quickly. "So this is really how the pastor's heart changed?"
I weighed the question for a moment before answering. "Something like that."
It wasn't the whole truth. But it wasn't a lie either.
Areum looked once more toward the restroom. "You're confident you can actually show me heaven?"
"Yes."
"That confident?"
"I haven't failed once so far."
"You've only had two, though."
"Two whole successes, you mean."
Areum snorted a laugh—and then, to my surprise, rose from her seat. "Then I'll see for myself."
This time, I was the one caught off guard. "Right now?"
"You're the one who offered to show me first, aren't you?" She was hurrying me along instead.
For a flash, Pastor Kim Soyeon's face surfaced in my mind. If she learned about this, she would be angry—without a doubt. I'd promised. She'd told me to keep quiet. But the water was already spilled.
I stood up.
The plan was for Areum to slip into the restroom first and for me to follow after, in case anyone was watching. She pushed open the cafe door, passed the counter, and disappeared into the unisex restroom at the end of the hall.
A few minutes later, I opened the door as casually as I could manage and headed the same way.
Then the owner's voice caught me from behind the counter.
"Looking for something?"
"Ah—yes, the restroom..."
"It's at the end of the hallway in the back~"
She'd pointed the way with perfect kindness. Apparently she hadn't noticed Areum go in.
"Thank you."
Quietly steadying the jolt in my chest, I made for the restroom.
Click—
The door had been left unlocked. And there was Jeong Areum, sitting on the toilet.
"This is kind of embarrassing... and mortifying..." Areum said, looking up at me.
The door closed behind us. Faintly, from outside, came the hum of the coffee machine and the clink of cups. In that cramped little room, we had no choice but to hold our breath.
Even Areum's expression had changed—the pure curiosity of a moment ago was gone, the playfulness drained from her eyes, the mouth that had kept firing questions at me now silent.
"I'll start with a kiss."
"Sorry... what?"
"That's how it begins."
"Oh... okay..."
And then, one hand already cupping her lush, heavy breast, I pressed my lips to hers. Startled, she didn't move—lips and tongue both frozen. I slipped my tongue in first, exploring behind her teeth, tracing the roof of her mouth, then sliding beneath her tongue to swirl against it, slow and unhurried. I could taste the iced americano she'd been drinking.
"Mmh... ngh..." A small sound escaped her.
Then I began undoing the buttons of her shirt, one by one.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
When the last button gave way, I slid the shirt down off her shoulders in a single motion.
For an instant she wore a startled look—and I set about worshipping her full, heavy breasts with everything I had. The tip of my tongue teased her nipple, my lips caught the swell above it in soft, alternating pulls, and from there I drifted slowly down toward the valley of her chest.
"Haah..."
"Ah...!"
"Hah... ah..."
"Ha..."
"Hah..."
Not quite moans—just her ragged little breaths—but they filled the restroom to its corners. And feeling her body shiver in tiny tremors, I could tell exactly how worked up she was getting.
When my tongue reached that valley, I buried my nose between her breasts, her soft, flushed skin warm against my cheekbones, my cheeks. Several minutes of this slow, deliberate worship had passed, maybe more—and with my cock standing rigid, I felt it: the time had come to send her to heaven.
So I slid one knee, slowly, between her pressed-together thighs. Without a hint of resistance, they parted.
With that, I eased her body into a tilt of about forty-five degrees, shifted my own legs into a braced, bent-knee stance—and pushed into her soaked pussy.
"Nghhh!!!!!!!!!!"
Eyes stretched wide as a rabbit's, her throat flushed red, mouth clamped shut against the sound.
"Mmph.........!!"
"Mmph!!!!"
"Mmph!!"
"Mmph!!!!!"
Not fast—but every stroke, deep and hard, one after another. Like the battering ram from a war film splintering a castle gate: deep, and deeper, I drove into her.
Of course, I was fighting my own roughening breath too—jaw clenched tight, veins standing out at my temples and forehead, forcing the ragged air out through my nose and nothing more.
Sex with her in that cramped, unfamiliar space was something else entirely. A room so hushed we couldn't even moan or breathe freely—every sound had to be swallowed. A room where, with no way to get comfortable, all we could feel was each other, nerves raw and sharpened to a point.
Burning up, I lifted both her legs and draped them over my shoulders, her knees resting against me, and drove in deeper still, harder.
Creeeak—ck.Creeeak—ck.Creeeak—ck.
The longer it went on, the more she flooded—past wet, practically gushing—
—and no matter how slowly I tried to move, the sound only grew louder. My own excitement right along with it.
Her warm, soft, slick pussy dragged the moment of my release rushing close—and at the very last second, I wrenched back the final thread of reason, caught my cock in my hand and pulled out, then came in a thick flood, filling her mouth to the brim.
Inside the cafe, the door of the unisex restroom slowly opens. Jeong Areum steps out first, hair slightly mussed, and lowers herself into the chair at our table. About five minutes later, I slip quietly out after her, cross back outside, and settle into my original seat.
Areum's face was nothing like it had been at the start. She said nothing, just turned her coffee cup slowly in her hands. I watched her from across the table.
"You okay?"
She lifted her head slowly. "...Now I get why the pastor changed."
I smiled. "So—was it heaven?"
Areum didn't answer right away. She pressed her lips together, held them a moment, then said, very quietly, "Close to it."
"Close?"
"...Maybe even a little better than heaven."
I couldn't hold the laugh in. Red-faced, Areum swatted my arm. "Don't laugh."
"Sorry."
She glared at me for a moment. Then: "But seriously—what are you actually trying to do?"
"Unite the religions."
"You actually believe in that?"
"Yes."
"Even now?"
"More than ever."
"Why?"
I looked at Areum. "Because with you, that makes three."
For a moment, she was lost for words. "That includes me?"
"Hard to say yet."
"Meaning what?"
"Whether you'll take my side."
Areum sat quietly for a while. Then she said, slowly, "I want to try."
"Try what?"
"That."
"Unifying the religions?"
"Yes."
My eyes widened a little. She was far more serious now than she'd been minutes ago. "Sounds like it could be fun."
"It's not a game."
"Starting out can be fun, can't it?"
I turned that over in my head for a moment. Ma Hyunju. Pastor Kim Soyeon. And now Jeong Areum. Three of them.
"Then you're my third follower, Areum."
She snorted. "'Follower' sounds a little strange, doesn't it?"
"You'll get used to it soon enough."
"Your confidence really is something else."
Then Areum suddenly narrowed her eyes, as if something had just occurred to her. "Wait—does the pastor know about this?"
I froze. "About what?"
"What just happened. Us."
"Not yet."
Areum gave an odd little smile. "I think she'd be furious if she knew."
I thought so too. Furious, without question. And yet, strangely, I wasn't afraid. If anything, I was curious—what Pastor Kim Soyeon would have to say about it.
I took a sip of what was left of my coffee.