Boyfriend, Excuse Me First~
“……”
“……”
At a two-seater table in the café, a man and woman fiddled silently with their phones. It had already been ten minutes of each doing their own thing.
Among them, Lee Jeong-su was pretending to scroll through his phone out of spite. Even when he chattered away like a clown hyping up an empty room, there was no reaction, so he kept up the expensive act. But Yoon Mi-na genuinely had zero interest. Whether her boyfriend yapped about the movie they'd just seen or briefed her on the next spot, she ignored him right to his face, glued to her phone.
She was just checking her SNS and waiting for a reply from someone.
Crunch… Growing anxious, he habitually gnawed at his thumbnail with his front teeth.
Judging that just waiting wouldn't cut it, he sighed and stood up.
“Gonna hit the bathroom.”
“Again?”
“What, can't I go again?”
“No, that's not what I—”
Her recent spikes of irritation were unpredictable, like some natural disaster. It wasn't her period, and by the date, it had been less than a month… He racked his brain but couldn't pinpoint what he'd done wrong.
“Sigh… What a life.”
As Lee Jeong-su groaned like the ground was caving in beneath him, Yoon Mi-na vanished into the café bathroom.
The quiet women's restroom. She checked each stall, peeking inside to make sure no one was there.
“Phew.”
Click! Just in case someone barged in midway, she locked the bathroom door tight.
The mirror was spotless, fresh from cleaning. Standing before it, she checked her makeup—nothing smudged, finding the angle that caught the light just right. True to her SNS star instincts, she claimed the prime spot.
Let's make this quick…
Carefully, she tugged up her knit top, revealing a black bra. The premium black lingerie she'd splurged on—a provocative design with maple leaf motifs cupping her breasts seductively. The corset-like front cinched tight, emphasizing her chest even more.
She pulled the knit up to her chin and held it in her teeth. With her hands, she gathered her breasts for the perfect cleavage shot.
Then her hands moved to her skirt. Lifting the front of her tight ivory mini, she exposed the sheer, teasing panties that hinted at transparency.
It was a rotten thing to do in a public bathroom, but it was necessary for his response.
Click! Click!
With her free hand, she angled her phone to the mirror and snapped photos. Striking sultry poses, she nabbed a few good angles before hastily dropping her skirt.
Knock! Knock knock!
A sharp, irritated knock at just that moment.
“C-Coming out!”
Hearing footsteps outside, she hurriedly fixed herself and unlocked the door. A middle-aged woman clutching her handbag rushed in, frowning deeply.
“Excuse me, did you rent out the whole bathroom!?”
“Oh… I had business.”
“This isn't for solo use!”
She was treating her like some weirdo outright. Yoon Mi-na glared but wasn't in the mood to deal with an old hag, so she just stepped aside.
“Oh my god, seriously!”
The woman muttered behind her, but urgency won out—she didn't push further, and they went their separate ways.
“Phew…”
At the bathroom entrance, she scrolled through the shots and picked the best one. She sent it straight to his KakaoTalk.
Pressing the phone screen tight against her chest, she stared anxiously. But as expected, the read receipt stayed vanished.
He must be busy today—slower than usual. Maybe he'd gotten tired of it. She stomped her feet in frustration.
It was her go-to pattern: tempting him with her taste for naughty pics by showing off new lingerie. But she'd overused it lately, and it felt too blatant.
Heading back to the table empty-handed, she sat down, and Lee Jeong-su immediately spoke up.
“Hey, let's get outta this café already.”
“…Yeah, sure.”
Even as she mumbled absentmindedly, her eyes stayed locked on her phone. She agreed but barely listened, rooted to her seat like glue was on her ass.
From Lee Jeong-su's view, it was infuriating. They weren't some five-year couple who'd seen it all—his momentum was shot. And he was the one playing butler, catering to her moods. He was starting to doubt if they were even really dating.
Hold it together, gotta hold it…
Still, he tried to steer things positively without ruffling her feathers. He pointed at the slender expanse of her neck.
“That necklace—you see a lot of those lately, huh?”
“…Necklace?”
“Yeah, that black band around your neck.”
She touched her neck, her brow furrowing.
“Ugh, you're so clueless. It's a choker, okay? Anything around the neck a necklace?”
“Hey, how am I supposed to know women's accessory names…”
“Sigh… Yeah, what would you know, spotting some tiny change once in a blue moon and dragging me on the same old dates.”
Another jab from Yoon Mi-na at her boyfriend.
Fuck. Am I her punching bag?
Lee Jeong-su seethed inwardly. Truth be told, the repetitive dates were more her fault than his effort. To avoid rumors of a boyfriend on her SNS, they skipped popular spots. Weighing options left them with outskirts, limited sights. It was unfair as hell, but he swallowed his pride—again and again.
“W-Well, anyway, it suits you. Like that style? Want me to get you one?”
“…”
Yoon Mi-na toyed with the choker at his question. Black lace with a droplet glass pendant for accent. Touching it sent a naughty thrill through her.
Lost in the sensation for a moment, she shook her head.
“No need… I just like this one.”
She brushed it off with a smooth lie. There was a story she couldn't share.
Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak♥ Lewd creaks spilled from the shaking bed. A man and woman were locked in passion.
The woman was none other than Yoon Mi-na. She took her partner in beastly style—face down, legs spread wide in a pervy pose. Humiliating, but when he… Chae Seon-woo… nipped her nape, it was electric, thrilling.
He bit, licked, teased.
“Phew… Feels good, right, Mi-na?”
“How could it not… you're so fucking good at this♥”
Nothing like boyfriend Lee Jeong-su—technical, insatiable. His cock was cannon-thick. He toyed with her every sense as they fucked. With Chae Seon-woo, she'd book a love hotel for days. Perfection.
“So, like the gift?”
“…This?”
The black lace around Mi-na's neck. The swaying glass droplet jiggled with every thrust from behind.
A sex-friend anniversary gift, he said it suited her—Chae Seon-woo had fastened it himself.
“It's a bit too slutty…”
Honestly, less a gift for her, more to rile up a guy's jealousy. Pretty, sure, but wearing it screamed paid room girl.
“Really? Looks hot to me.”
“…Y-Yeah?”
“Bought it special thinking of you on the street. Kinda hurts you don't like it.”
“N-No, I didn't say that!”
Her protest earned a tight embrace from behind.
“So you like it?”
“Said it was pretty… so yeah♥”
“Heh, that cute voice is turning me on.”
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
“Ahhng♥ So rough…! Love it…♥”
Already on condom five. They switched to missionary, slow and sweet—her favorite, tender caresses exchanged.
Then, the phone rang.
The lovers ignored it like an annoying fly, but he called again—three, four times, worried about his girl.
“Ugh, seriously!”
As Yoon Mi-na reached irritably to answer, Chae Seon-woo snatched her wrist.
“Don't pick up.”
“…Huh?”
“You're killing the mood. Just ignore it.”
“But if I don't answer too long, he'll suspect…”
“You're not the type to bend for Jeong-su anyway. Let it go.”
“…No, excuses later will be a pain. Better brush him off quick—”
Thrust♥
“Eek!?”
Suddenly pressing close, Chae Seon-woo hilted deep. He ground hard, crushing her womb. His massive wand pinned her squirming body.
“Now, listen to me.”
“Ahng…♥ B-But…”
“Who's making you feel good right now?”
“…”
“Speak! Who!?”
“Ch-Chae… Seon-woo! You! You♥”
Chae Seon-woo grinned.
“Honesty's nice, but I prefer this.”
Whispering in her ear.
“Call me Master.”
“…Master?”
A kiss on her cheek for the good girl.
“We've fucked seven times already. Satisfied all your orgasms—doesn't that make me the owner of this body?”
Pat-pat on her belly like merchandise.
“…”
Chewing it over, that's what he meant. The title he craved in bed. A bolder claim to tighten their bond.
But Master? That implied true master-slave. She'd sent him nudes to fuck, sure—but this was different. She was still a top college goddess, SNS star. Master felt degrading, like submitting fully.
As she wavered, he humped like a monkey, nipping her earlobe.
“Call it, and I'll thrust even harder…”
From dominant to sly begging. He added her fave sticky licks to her nape. His cock prodded her upper-wall sweet spot.
“…Ahng♥”
Breathy moan. Twitch! Twitch! Toes curled, pussy soaked. No denying the electric zap on her exposed weakness.
“…”
Yoon Mi-na gazed up blankly at Chae Seon-woo. Holding off her answer, she wrapped his neck.
Lick-lick… Smooch-smooch… Kiss! Suck… Phew… Ahhng…♥
She kissed first. Deep, confirming her feelings. Lowly, but peak pleasure. Joys and thrills her boyfriend couldn't match. No reason to refuse. Deep down, she craved it.
Lips parting lax, she voiced her sensation.
“…Master♥”
Chae Seon-woo smirked satisfied. While eight missed calls piled up on her phone, he rocked his hips expertly, pleasuring her fully.
Just recalling it heated her core. Chae Seon-woo's demands grew bolder. But she didn't hate it. Anxious tremors brought thrill. Maybe she was hooked, craving more extremity.
“Hey, isn't it about time?”
“…”
“Hey?”
“Wh-What!?”
Lost in reverie, Lee Jeong-su had asked something.
“Nothing big, just… that thing.”
“That thing?”
“Y'know, on Facebook, let's change that already…”
She caught on. Hiding her flustered face, she scowled.
“God, I said drop it—it's annoying. Followers dip, ad revenue tanks, you gonna cover my allowance?”
“Still… our relationship's got so many limits. I cater to you start to finish—can't I ask for this much?”
“You knew what you signed up for. Keep pushing?”
“…”
That was his limit.
Bang!
Lee Jeong-su, who'd endured her gripes, slammed the table. Every eye in the café turned.
“…”
But Yoon Mi-na didn't flinch. Post-Chae Seon-woo, her attitude toward her boyfriend had turned ice-cold. She stared subzero, zero attachment even if they split now.
Her poker face rattled him. Fist adrift, he shoved it in his pocket.
“Fuck this!”
Glancing at stares, he grabbed his jacket and stormed out.
“Pfft, pathetic loser.”
Yoon Mi-na didn't glance at his back, elegantly sipping her Americano through the straw. Indifferent to the side-eyes.
Fiddling habitually with her phone—then,
“Ah!”
The read receipt was gone on KakaoTalk. A reply had slipped in.
Short and sweet. Still, joy-adrenaline surged; she bolted up.
Ding!
Bursting through the door, heels clacking, panting onto the street.
Fresh off a fight with her boyfriend, yet she felt euphoric. The breakup excuse was made. Free from chains, soaring.
“Ugh… finally!”
She hopped a bus but ditched it—too slow. Taxied the rest, racing there.
The motel. Elevator to 801, bell rung—he answered.
“You tease first then show up late.”
“Ah…”
Chae Seon-woo, buck naked. Average face, but gym-toned muscles and height made his body hot. Yoon Mi-na gripped the doorframe, admiring, murmuring.
“Sorry, Master♥”
Unconsciously, at their awaited reunion. The motel door eased shut.