It's Over
"Oh—Dowon is actually real?"
"It is."
"……That's incredible. It's in the history textbooks."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. Silla had the Hwarang, and Goryeo had the Sambyeolcho, I think. There were still enough men back then that those groups doubled as military units, but Joseon was different. I remember learning that Dowon was the first organization that was purely a social club for men in multiple relationships."
I was not about to go around pretending I knew this country's history. Every bit of it was twisted just far enough from what I knew that I couldn't trust a single fact, and there was no telling when I'd give myself away. Maybe I needed to sit the Korean history exam again. First the army, and now even my certificates—every drop of sweat, blood, and tears I'd poured out was vanishing. I bit my tongue, and Rahee, smiling that soft little smile, went on.
"I don't really know either. I learned it so long ago. You'd know better than I do, Shinwoo."
If we kept talking, my forced ignorance was going to show, so I changed the subject.
"What do you think? The benefits are good. I'm thinking of joining."
"Do whatever you want to do. I think it's a good idea. You seem like you know everything, but sometimes you're a little naive. If you meet people with the same disposition, I think you'll get something out of it."
She stroked my cheek in a quiet, unhurried way, and I murmured back.
"The event might be uncomfortable for you. It's bound to be centered on multimales."
"I don't know what that even is, but…… I can handle anything."
"How can you say that when you don't know what we'd be doing?"
"……If you just look at me, Shinwoo, that's enough."
I held her gaze for a moment, then slowly pressed my mouth to hers.
"Don't worry. I won't make you do anything strange. It just seems like couples are the default, so keep that in mind and stay right beside me."
"……Okay. Whenever you say we should go, I'll go."
"Good. If they cross a line, we're leaving."
"……Okay. Shinwoo."
"Hm?"
She looked at me, swallowed hard, and her lips parted. Wondering what she wanted to say, I quietly searched her eyes.
"……Um, I……"
"Yeah. Tell me."
"……Why aren't you touching me today……?"
I looked at her face and very nearly laughed. There was something puppyish about her, but it was the expression filling her face that stopped me. This wasn't a pout. It was worry—plain, unmistakable worry that I might already be tired of her body. I reached out and stroked her cheek as if I were tickling her.
"Mmm…… you're warm……"
"Want me to touch you?"
"……Yes……"
"Where do you want me to touch?"
At that, color climbed higher in her face. I savored how cute she was and waited, and at last those soft lips opened.
"……My breasts…… They're lumpy…… They hurt a little……"
"Ah. Lumpy again?"
"……J-just a little…… I tried by myself, but…… I couldn't really……"
"Did it feel good that time?"
"……It felt so good…… I wanted you to do it again……"
"Mm."
The moment I pictured Rahee massaging her own breasts, my cock gave a twitch. Then a bit of mischief got into me, and I whispered.
"Here. Let me see."
"……Ah……"
"Embarrassed?"
"……N-no…… Just a second……"
She slipped out of my arms, turned to face me, drew her legs neatly together, and swallowed. I watched her without a word, and slowly she took hold of the hem of her tank top.
"Haah, haah……"
"Getting excited?"
"……Yes…… Your eyes are too hot, Shinwoo……"
"Come on. I want to see."
The worry had already left her. Of course I wasn't tired of her. One sentence—why aren't you touching me—had been enough to make me hungry all over again for that lovely body. I swallowed and watched the shirt rise, and little by little her black Calvin Klein bra came into view. A single triangle of cloth was barely holding up the weight, and I took my time admiring the deep valley her full breasts made inside it.
"……D-do you like it……?"
"Yeah. The best. Pretty. Beautiful."
"……Thank you……"
Anyone looking at her—showing me her breasts and blushing like that—would have taken an arrow straight through the chest. I just looked. I wondered if I'd ever be this happy again. Her breath was growing humid, and I whispered, gentle.
"Will you lift the bra too, today?"
"……Ah…… Yes……"
She swallowed again and quietly took hold of the white band with the Calvin Klein name on it. Beneath the band she'd nudged up, the bra's own band showed pink. As it rose it traced the beautiful undercurve of her breasts, then drew tight and slowly lifted them, until they spilled free with a soft sway—full and heavy, tipped with dainty pink nipples—and I swallowed too.
"……I-it feels like it's been a long time since I took it all the way off……"
"Yeah. You've only ever kept it on. Was it uncomfortable?"
"……Just, all of it…… If you like it, then that's……"
"No. I want to know what you like."
"……I mean it. Just having you look at me is enough…… hnn……"
I reached for her breasts and let my fingertips drift carefully down those beautiful contours. But the sensation under them made my brow crease before I knew it.
"……They're really lumpy."
"……Ah…… nnh……"
Even the lightest touch told me how badly they'd knotted. Did this happen every period? If her breasts kept developing, the color of her nipples would change too. Darkened nipples on her would be stimulating in their own way, but she was still young. I didn't want to push her there. They weren't like that at all yet, which meant the lumping probably wasn't all that frequent.
"Does this happen every period?"
"Nnh, just, sometimes…… when it's bad…… haah…… a little like this……"
"This is hardly a little."
"Ahh……"
It was a shame, the way my excitement kept ebbing under the ache of it, but I moved my hands while I watched her pant as if my touch felt good. Just having the bra against her must have hurt. The thought of her running around teaching kids all day, every jolt going straight into that tenderness, pulled a sigh out of me.
She didn't wear this because of me, did she?
A sports bra would have been easier on her, and I couldn't help wondering whether she'd chosen this design for my sake. There was no wire, but a triangle that only covered the breast itself must have hurt plenty.
"Nnh, haah…… ah, hnn…… ahh……"
"It must have hurt just to have anything touch them."
"……B-because you like this one, Shinwoo……"
"……Even so, that makes me feel awful. Don't do this next time."
"……Okay…… B-but seeing how much you like it…… I liked it too……"
She smiled that shy little smile, and somehow I was the one who felt shallow. Her skin was warm and soft against my palm, and the firm give of her in my hand sent a rough urge flooding through me—to grab, to squeeze—but I swallowed it down. Her posture looked uncomfortable, so I lowered my right hand and slowly stroked along her leg.
"Haah, Sh-Shinwoo…… ahh……"
"Stretch your legs out like this. Uncomfortable, right?"
"Yes, yes…… nnh…… haah……"
I eased her back and drew her legs forward. She reclined as if she were lying down, and I lowered my face.
"Ah, Sh-Shinwoo…… ahh—?!"
Once I was in front of her chest I didn't hesitate. I took the little pink pea—perked up as if it had risen to greet me—straight into my mouth. Her whole body shivered, a moan breaking out of her, and I stroked her slowly before letting my hand wander over the other breast.
"Ahh, nnh, haah…… ahh…… Sh-Shinwoo……"
"Feel good?"
"Yes, yes…… so, so good— ahh…… ahh……"
She flailed as if she didn't know what to do with her hands, then caught my shoulder and my hair. A second later she startled at herself and snatched her hand away, but I said nothing and kept rolling that dainty nipple under my tongue.
"Nnh, ahh, haah…… haah, hnn…… nnh……"
"You must like it a lot. It doesn't hurt?"
"……It feels so, so good……"
"Good. Tell me if it hurts."
"It doesn't, it doesn't— ahh…… ah, haah……"
When I used my hands, a little pain threaded through her moans. When I used my tongue, there was only pleasure. I glanced up and found her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers caught between her lips, as if she were trying not to grab my head.
"You can hold on."
"Ah…… ahh, Sh-Shinwoo…… I'm, I'm going to go crazy……"
I knew this was closer to foreplay than to a massage. But her body answered my tongue and my hands so honestly that I couldn't bring myself to stop. We couldn't have sex anyway. Enjoying this much was allowed, wasn't it?
"Ahh. Haah, ahh, nnh…… ahh!"
Even after I told her it was all right, she hesitated—until I caught the nipple in my mouth with a soft press of my lips. Then she stroked my head all at once.
"Sh-Shinwoo…… you're so cute…… haah……"
I swallowed the words I wanted to give her and put all my focus into caressing that nipple.
"Ahh, nnh, Sh-Shinwoo…… haah. Hnn, ahh……"
Her waist began to jerk in little bursts, her stomach tightening until the lines of her abs showed, and I kept the same pace without a word, working her nipple and her breast.
"Nnh, hnn, ahh, haah, Shinwoo…… I……"
"I know."
"Ah, haah, ahh, nnh, mm, nnh—"
And then, in the moment I lightly caught her nipple between my teeth—
"Ahh—nnh!"
She started to tremble, her whole body announcing that she'd come, and I lifted my mouth and simply watched her face and her body while the climax moved through her.
"Haah, ahh……"
"Was it good?"
"Yes…… Shinwoo……"
"Mm. Want to go to the bed? I'll touch you as much as you want tonight."
"……Yes…… I-I'll just use the bathroom……"
"Okay."
She must have felt it hard enough to need to pee. I already knew she couldn't hold it once a multi-orgasm took her, and the beer would only have made it worse. She'd want to check the pad, too. If anything, it felt like a waste. I should have told her to take the leggings off. A shame.
"Come back with underwear on. I really might not be able to hold back."
"……Okay……"
She braced a hand on the wall and got up, and I watched her walk toward her bag before I shut off the TV, which was still spilling news. I cleared away the beer cans and snacks in a rough pass and went into the bedroom first. The fact that my own bed had started to feel unfamiliar pulled a quiet laugh out of me.
Hoo.
I let the arousal settle. Tonight, too, it looked like I'd only be working the knots out of Rahee's breasts before we slept, so I needed to be ready for that. I glanced at my phone and hung my shirt on a hanger. Hyunji's texts pulled a smile out of me before I knew it.
Looks like it worked after all.
A smug little emoticon insisting she'd received nothing but compliments today, photos of food, and pictures taken with her friends. She'd had a good time, by the look of it. I sent a reply and set the phone on the charger, and right then a clatter came from behind me. I turned.
"Sh-Shinwoo!"
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Rahee had come running out of the bathroom. Somewhere along the way the bra had come off—maybe she'd brought the tank top separately—and now she stood in it with one hand braced on the doorframe, calling me. What she said next drew a quiet smile out of me, too.
"……I-I'm finished. Nothing's staining."
"Yeah? It's only been an hour since you showered."
"Ah, earlier it was only traces, too. Now nothing's coming out at all…… It's really over……"
I looked at her, and she swallowed hard, her eyes trembling. It wouldn't be a lie. She knew by now how much I hated them, and a lie like this would be caught at once. Still, I also knew that the bleeding ending didn't mean it was over. Inside, she was probably swollen, the flesh gone tender. Even so, I couldn't look away from the hope filling those eyes.
"Really?"
"……Yes."
"Then what are you doing standing there?"
"……Huh?"
"Get over here. Right now. Come into my arms."
"……Yes!"
The three answers were the same, but the three expressions were entirely different. I'd only been borrowing a line from some old famous drama, and yet the way she smiled—bright, as if my words alone made her happy—made my heart drop with a thud.