First Date Mix-Up: Department Store, Kisses, and Condom Chaos!
Seon-hwa's tastes are crystal clear. Stylish, sophisticated, something unique that no one else does. You can tell just from her ever-changing hairstyles. She sticks to her signature long platinum blonde but braids it or adds waves for variety. Today's look is similar to usual, yet subtly different. Lee Seon-hwa always carves out her own exclusive domain. In a word, her preferences are sharp and demanding.
Living together has taught me that even for coffee, she hates crowded franchise cafes overflowing with people. For a quiet breath of fresh air, she prefers narrow, deserted alleys where it's just the two of us. So I've agonized over how to satisfy this picky queen. Holding hands tight, I racked my brain as we walked.
Having screwed up before, I was extra cautious picking the next spot. But lacking intel, I eventually defaulted to a safe bet. "A department store for our first date?" Her sullen expression hooks into a skeptical question mark. I swallow hard as a low voice leaks from beside me.
"...D-Do you hate it?"
"Not hate, but starting with this? No effort in the itinerary. It screams 'I just picked something foolproof to avoid failing.' Like you agonized until your head hurt and then went generic?"
Is she a mind reader? She nailed my exact thoughts, so I concede. "I'm ashamed..."
"Hmph. Show up half-assed next time, and you're done."
"...Yes, ma'am."
I shrink under my girlfriend's intensity. She glances at my slumped shoulders, then mutters, "...'Cause you're my boyfriend, I'm letting it slide this once?"
"Huh? What'd you say?"
"...Shut up and move, idiot!"
"Hey, hey!"
She yanks my arm taut and drags me into the department store elevator. We decide to start from the top floor and leisurely browse down. Seon-hwa grumbled when we entered, but she's warming up now. Weekday morning means light crowds, which seems to satisfy her. No prep on my part, but department stores are fail-safe for dates with women.
She eyes high-end furniture brands, saying it's time to refresh ours, nitpicks pretty dishware for hard-to-clean designs, and pops into a new famous character shop. There, she's intently studying a mane-less male lion doll.
Chance to score points—I sidle up. "Lion King doll, huh? Like it? Want me to buy it?"
"Nah, not really."
"...? Then why stare?"
"Just wondering why this one's so popular. Design's not even that cute, but the whole shop's caterpillar-eyebrow lions."
"So?"
"It's weird. Makes me think there's some hidden charm I'm missing."
What deep analysis... "Still, a lion doll suits you, Seon-hwa."
"This suits me...?"
"Hugging it makes you look girly and cute. Love it."
"...Told you not to call me cute."
"Fact's a fact. C'mon, I'll take a pretty pic—hold the doll."
"Hey!"
I pull out my phone; she shields her face with the doll. "Hey, c'mon, what's there to be shy about now? Standard date memory—snap some before anyone recognizes us."
"......"
Persuaded, she slowly lowers it. Her cheeks flush pink as she retorts, "No. Just me's unfair."
"Then what?"
"If you're taking pics... you get in 'em too...♥"
My tsundere girlfriend flips it into a sweet couple shot. She's killing me with cuteness. As requested, I step close, switch to selfie mode. She hastily removes her sunglasses, checks her face in her compact mirror. Satisfied, she presses against me—click! We capture proof of our romance: the queen primly hugging the doll.
Seeing us together brings a grin. Coffee, wandering, doll-shop pics. This is dating bliss. We'll share the shots via KakaoTalk later.
"Let's check other spots."
"Wait. Before we go, lemme grab this."
It's the lion doll from the photo. "Didn't like it?"
"Yeah..."
"Then why buy?"
"Well..." She hems and haws, then, "...You said it suits me, so I figured I'd try."
She hugs it dear. My girlfriend's too cute! I squeeze her tight. ♥
"Hey, people are watching...♥"
"My girl, me hugging her—who cares?"
"♥"
Pride makes her play coy, but she's a total softie. Perfect fit in my arms, vanilla scent overload. Her cuteness is lethal; heart's pounding. Hate that outdoors limits skinship.
"That'll be 37,000 won for the mane-less Lion King doll."
"I can buy it..."
"Stay put. Think I can't afford one doll even if I'm broke compared to you?"
"......♥"
Boyfriend duty: buy the doll. Seeing the queen cling and beam? Worth every penny. Though 37k for a small plush is odd.
Next: late lunch at the food court, then clothing section. Fashion's her jam—she can't pass it casually. Problem: she doesn't.
"How's this?"
"Pretty."
"This?"
"Super pretty."
"This one?"
"Hecto-pascal pretty."
"Joking?"
"...No."
Queen glares from the fitting room in new clothes. Might seem half-assed, but we've been at it two and a half hours. Winter evening darkens the windows. Her outfits pleased my eyes at first, but picky Seon-hwa obsesses over details, picking matching accessories—30+ minutes each. I get wanting my approval, but so many looks, I can't spot differences anymore.
"Hey... no room left to carry more."
Plus, I'm buried in bags. She bought most I praised—13 bags total, including the doll, slung over hands, arms, neck. No more nagging. She notices I'm beat; I've slaved as porter enough.
"...Just a bit longer. This one's the last."
"Thanks. Fresh air after we leave'll revive me."
"Hmph."
Finally over—relief. Consideration for bag-toting boyfriends: backless bench nearby. I dump bags, glare dully at the fitting room. Late start was my fault, so penalty accepted. But holding bags spectator-style? Body's aching.
...Wait. I messed up initially, but I've hustled hard. She owes a reward, right? Plus, date means I enjoy too. Feeling gypped, I stand. Reward craving kicks in—I barge to her fitting room.
Bang! Door flies open. She didn't lock, assuming I'd guard outside. Caught mid-zipper on her original knit dress—stunned, exposed Seon-hwa. As she opens her mouth to scream, finger to lips, I slip inside the cramped space.
Shh. Yell and staff comes.
Hey, y-you psycho?! Why in here!
Seemed hurt, so came to check how perfect it fits up close.
Bullshit—out, you maniac!
Nope.
What? ...Mmph!?
Lips meet. I grab her wriggling wrists, press deep. Pin her to the wall, savor her cherry lips leisurely.
"Mmm... smack...... Nngh, ah! Haa... slurp, hnnng...♥"
Queen quiets fast. Prolonged kiss draws thin moans. Surprise attack, but clothed. Sealed private spot eases her; she yields to boyfriend slowly. Heeding her warning, no chest or ass—just arms around waist, pure lover's kiss.
We part; her eyes smolder. "...Kissing's improved a lot?"
"Told you, I learn quick."
"Too slick after just days... Not practicing on other girls, right...?"
"O-Of course not! ...Wanna go again?"
"...Hmph."
No words, just closes eyes. Her cute sulk earns another deep kiss. Interlocked fingers confirm love. Tongues tangle, sweet saliva shared. I lick every nook.
"Ha, stop. Gotta do it here?"
"Not touching weird spots, per promise."
"Still, here...... Hnng...♥"
Nibble earlobe, suck nape. Smack smack—red kiss marks on milky skin. Stamp my symbol: my girlfriend.
"Fuu, feels good. Head out?"
"......"
Bit revved, reluctant eyes. Can't linger; time to go. She nods implicitly.
"Huh?"
"Ah?"
"Uh?"
Timing sucks—we exit as her attendant glances over. Guy-girl from department store fitting room. Undeniable setup. Busted—no feigning innocence.
Thud! Thud! Seon-hwa elbows my ribs; I step up. "Uh, her zipper stuck. Helped out."
"Y-Yes! Right!"
"Oh...... Sure..."
"L-Love this piece. Ring up the dress?"
"Of course."
We bullsh*t smoothly; she hands over the dress. Avoid eye contact, follow staff. But Seon-hwa's back in knit—shoulders, nape exposed. With my kiss marks glaring on pale skin.
"A-Ahem!"
"?"
Seon-hwa oblivious; attendant blushes spotting them, glances between us.
"Ah~ Must be a mosquito bite. Weird, winter coming and bugs everywhere. Haha..."
"Totally, haha..."
"......Mosquito?"
While she pays, I mime swatting. Sweat bullets dodging suspicion with nonsense.
We bolt from the store. Car's far—stroll city nightscape.
"......"
Outside, queen stares. She holds only the doll; I'm bag-man. Guilty over boyfriend's burden, she apologizes. "Sorry..."
"Huh? For what?"
"Had fun my way, but I didn't buy you anything. Just my clothes..."
"Don't care? Plenty, not heavy."
"Nothing you need?"
"Nah."
"Really? Wanna get you something..."
She enjoyed store date 100x more post-huff. Unprepped first date was fun for me too. Girlfriend happy beside me. Shopping dragged, but deep kiss compensated. Now asking if I need anything...
Ding! Idea bulb flashes.
"One essential I'm out of."
"Ooh? What?"
Eager to reciprocate, she bounces close. I whisper to cute girlfriend. Smirking slyly, lips mouthing it—her face flames.
"You buy that! Pervert!"
"Hey, you offered."
"N-Not that!"
"C'mon, getting dark—need it. Or no heading home together?"
"No, that's..."
"I happily lug for you—can't buy this one thing? Harsh."
Slump shoulders dramatically. Thrust bags forward, flaunt labor. Visible toil stirs guilt; queen bites lip anxiously.
"~Acting all generous but won't buy~"
"......"
"Cheap date, pretty girlfriend exploits me on first outing~"
"Fine, I'll buy—shut up!"
"Check for convenience store nearby~♪"
Instant pivot. She glares daggers at my smug grin. "...Teasing me's your fun, huh?"
"Not my precious girlfriend."
Arm around her shoulders bag-handed. Corner store ahead.
***
—Someone's POV—
Young guy zoning out at register, scrolling phone. Part-timer's routine: kill time. Slow hour—pray no customers till close.
Ding~♪
"Welcome..."
Peace shatters. Sighs, pockets phone, musters limp greeting.
Whoa?! But eyes light up at entrant. Motivation surges.
Gorgeous platinum blonde. Chic fashion sponges up male gaze. Sunglasses hide eyes, but perky nose, plump pink lips scream beauty.
She scans, ducks blind spot, grabs item.
"Ugh, seriously..."
Irked mutter—scarce stock? CCTV shows daily goods; stockings maybe. But at counter...
I freeze. "Th-This please!"
Condom stack. Rare XXL extra-large. Three packs, four each. For real...?
First time seeing actual XXL buy. By a woman. Usually guy bravado or water balloon pranks.
Scan? Nah—reasonable doubt first. "Um..."
"Y-Yes?!"
"You sure about these...?"
Face explodes red. No harassment intent. "These can't be returned opened, so confirming—"
"Right one! Sh-Shut up and ring it!"
"Y-Yes! 18,000 won."
Yells; I process. Fumbles wallet from bag, slaps 20k, stuffs condoms in.
"Thanks!"
No change—bolts at light speed. Heels clack out auto-door; bickering ensues.
Boyfriend watched outside? Classic drama lovers' spat—playful, not real fight. Fading as they go.
Fuck... What kinda guy gets that girlfriend running condom errands? Spot-on size too. No winning against a monster dick. Convenience store guy hangs head. Scored lucky 2k tip, but envy hits hard.