The Rooftop Seduction
It felt as if muscles that had been tense for far too long were finally relaxing all at once. The pleasure was so intense it left her mind blank, and within that comfort spread a dizzying, delicious sensation. Ji-young found herself drawing in a slow, involuntary breath. What is this? It feels… so good.
Eun-su watched the two of them in silence. Ji-young still hadn’t noticed. With every touch of Tae-seok’s hands, her gaze was drifting more and more toward him.
Ji-young slipped on her sneakers at the front door and let out a small sigh. Her body still carried the heat of the workout. The sweat had cooled, yet strangely, her insides remained languid and heavy.
“Thanks for today, really. Unni.”
“Your posture is getting better every time,” Eun-su said with a smile.
Ji-young laughed softly, her mood inexplicably lifted. “It’s all thanks to you.”
As she opened the door and stepped outside, Tae-seok followed right behind her. They climbed the stairs together. The inexplicable pleasure she had felt whenever his hands touched her body lingered in her mind, making her acutely aware of him. Their footsteps echoed softly through the quiet building.
Halfway up, Ji-young glanced back over her shoulder. Tae-seok wore his usual indifferent expression.
At the second floor, she naturally turned toward her own apartment, but her feet refused to move. She felt an odd reluctance to leave, though she couldn’t explain why.
“Ji-young.”
“Yes?”
Tae-seok jerked his chin toward the rooftop door. “Want a beer?”
“Huh?”
“Never been up there, have you?”
Ji-young blinked. The offer had come out of nowhere, yet she didn’t dislike it. If anything, it made her heart flutter a little.
“I… I guess?”
Tae-seok smirked and pushed the door open. Cool night air brushed between them. The rooftop was nicer than she had expected. City lights stretched into the distance, and the breeze was pleasantly cool. Ji-young walked to the railing and leaned her arms against it.
“Wow… it’s really nice up here.”
“I come up sometimes. It’s fine.”
His words carried a strangely suggestive undertone. Ji-young smiled awkwardly and looked away.
A moment later, Tae-seok returned with two cans of beer. He popped one open and handed it to her.
“Thank you.”
Ji-young took a long, refreshing sip. The carbonation slid down her throat, and a small breath escaped her lips.
“Haa… that’s good.”
Tae-seok watched her with a smile. “This stays between us and Eun-su noona.”
Ji-young burst into quiet laughter. “Hoho… got it.” She shook the can playfully. “But how do you keep working out without any fun like this?”
The atmosphere between them gradually grew more comfortable. At first they talked about exercise, food, clubs, and people. The more they chatted about trivial things, the more Ji-young relaxed. Before long, Tae-seok had moved closer. Their shoulders brushed when they laughed. Occasionally his hand would rest on her body. The touches were clearly intentional, yet she didn’t mind. If anything, the same sensation she had felt during the workout returned, warming her from within. She even found herself wanting to stay with him longer.
“Your face is red. Guess you’re not much of a drinker either.”
His low voice came from right beside her. Ji-young looked up, startled. His face was far closer than she had realized. Their eyes met. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
Tae-seok’s hand slowly brushed her hair back. Ji-young swallowed. Every time his fingers touched her, her mind went hazy.
“You really have a pretty face.”
His voice was low and gentle. Ji-young stared at him as if entranced.
“Liar… I’ve never heard that before.”
She lowered her head shyly. Her cheeks burned. Her heart raced so fast she could barely catch her breath.
“No… it’s true. And you’re going to get even prettier.”
“I don’t know…”
At that moment, Tae-seok gently lifted her chin. Their lips met.
His lips were soft. Warm. And inside them lingered a drug-like sweetness.
What? A kiss? Why? But any complicated thoughts were instantly swept away by the mysterious pleasure radiating from his lips. She slowly closed her eyes. All that remained was the desire for his lips to stay pressed against hers a little longer.
His tongue slipped between her lips. Ji-young offered no resistance, parting them further. His tongue delved deeper, and hers followed. Churup… zzrulp…
Tae-seok’s hands had already wrapped around her waist, one resting on her breast. When their lips finally parted, his breath still lingered hot against her mouth. Ji-young opened her eyes, breathing unevenly, and met his gaze.
“It’s cold. Want to go inside?”
She hesitated for a moment, then gave a tiny nod.
Once inside the room, Tae-seok showed no hesitation. There were no ambiguous jokes, no cautious testing of boundaries. He simply pulled her into his arms, one hand around her waist, the other gently supporting the back of her head, and laid her down on the bed.
The moment her back touched the sheets, soft fabric enveloped her skin. Tae-seok looked down at her from above. His eyes held no uncertainty. From experience, he knew the previous touches had been enough. The time spent helping her exercise, the casual contacts on the rooftop, and the kiss—he was certain she would not reject him. In fact, she would be desperate for it.
Ji-young’s body still carried the firmness of her twenty years, yet it was also undeniably plump, with soft flesh that exceeded ordinary standards. Her arms were thick, and her waist and stomach held enough give to pinch between fingers. She was not the type Tae-seok usually preferred. But at this moment, the soft, generous curves of her hips and thighs emphasized her femininity. Or at least, he tried to see it that way. He deliberately ignored the parts that bothered him.
The lights were already off. This relationship wasn’t born of emotion anyway. It was simply sex for a purpose.
His palm began to glide slowly over her skin—from shoulder to forearm, from forearm to side. Every place his fingertips touched, Ji-young’s breathing grew shorter.
“Haaang… sunbae… I’m so fat, aren’t I?”
Her voice was small and trembling. The long-held complex about her body had slipped out between her lips. There had been no need to bring it up now.
“No… you’re beautiful.”
Tae-seok’s answer came without hesitation. He pulled off her T-shirt. As the fabric passed over her head, Ji-young lifted her arms slightly to help. Then he unhooked her bra. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff. They swayed gently with each breath she took.
He brought his lips to them, licking and sucking softly. His tongue circled the areola, teasing. Each wet touch made Ji-young’s breathing more ragged. He deliberately avoided strong stimulation at first, brushing lightly before stroking upward again with the tip of his tongue. Her nipples grew harder with every pass. Finally, he took one fully into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Haaang…!”
Ji-young’s back arched like a bow. Tae-seok continued sucking while pressing the hardened peak with his tongue. She clutched the sheets with her fingers.
“Haang~ What do I do… this… hnnng~”
While stimulating one breast with his mouth, he kneaded the other with his fingers. Every time he pinched, her waist twitched.
“Sunbae… that’s… too… haa… too weird.”
It was too good, and the pleasure was so unfamiliar that the words tumbled out.
“Why? Don’t like it?”
Tae-seok asked shortly, never stopping his fingers. His voice vibrated against her chest, making her even more sensitive.
“No… I like it too much. But sunbae…”
“What?”
“Why are you doing this to me? I’m… not even someone you like.”
Old feelings of inferiority laced her words—the shrinking she felt standing beside pretty girls, the dissatisfaction she tried to ignore whenever she looked in the mirror. Those emotions spilled out with her ragged breaths.
Tae-seok looked down at her for a moment, then slowly traced the curve of her breast with his fingertips.
“Do I have to?”
His answer was ambiguous. Ji-young let out a small, breathy laugh.
“No… but you don’t like girls like me…”
She closed her eyes in embarrassment. “I’m not pretty… and I’m fat…”
Tae-seok’s hand slid slowly down to her waist, palm gliding over the soft flesh.
“Not necessarily.”
“Liar… haaang…”
Her words cut off as his fingers slipped inside her leggings. They found her clit precisely over her panties and began drawing slow circles.
“Hnnng…!”
Ji-young’s body trembled violently. She grabbed his arm without thinking. The heat exploded outward from where his fingers touched. Tae-seok quickened the pace, changing the rhythm from slow circles to short, rapid strokes while varying the pressure—light one moment, firm the next.
“Sunbae… I… right now… haaaang!”
The muscles in her inner thighs spasmed. She tried to close her legs, but Tae-seok’s other hand gently pressed her knee down, forcing her to stay open and accept every stroke.
“Hnnng… sunbae… I really can’t hold it… haaang~ sunbae~”
Her voice had lost all rhythm, moans and words mixing together. The thighs that had once clenched in shame now slowly parted on their own. Her breasts heaved with every breath, and her pussy clenched around his fingers even through the fabric, growing wetter by the second. She bit her lip, face flushed. She couldn’t remember ever getting this wet before. It was embarrassing, yet she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted more of his touch.
Tae-seok changed his movements, enjoying her reactions. He rubbed in gentle circles, then suddenly pressed down harder.
“Haaang…!”
Ji-young’s hips bucked. Her inner thighs trembled. In that instant, her lower body clenched tightly, and a scorching wave burst through her. It was an orgasm.