Rather Than Wine
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Instead of wine... want to come see the cat at my place?"
A laugh nearly burst out of me. I swallowed it and answered.
"A cat?"
"Yeah. I actually forgot I was supposed to stop by and feed her."
"You're not going to get there and start meowing at me or pull some childish stunt, are you?"
"......"
"Wait. That was real?"
"......H-how did you know?"
"Oho. That tone sounds like someone who's already tried it."
"Nnh—n-no, it wasn't me. A friend of a friend of mine..."
"People usually say that when they mean themselves."
"Tch. They said it always works on Instagram."
"Cute, though."
"......There really is a cat. I did feed her. Want me to show you?"
She dug through her handbag for her phone, and I let out a soft laugh before tugging the hand of hers I'd been holding.
"Then let's go."
"What?"
"To see the cat."
"......Okay!"
On the way to Hyunji's place we walked hand in hand, trading glances.
"Come to think of it, that was the bus stop, right?"
"Yeah. Your neighborhood's around here too, oppa?"
"Mm. That villa over there. You?"
"That apartment."
We got out of the taxi in a neighborhood I knew and walked the street. It wasn't even ten yet, so the sidewalks were still crowded, but somewhere along the way we'd stopped paying those people any mind.
"Nice place."
What Hyunji pointed to was the apartment right in front of us, built new three years ago. I'd heard it was pretty expensive—nice enough that, on my commute, I'd occasionally caught myself thinking I wouldn't mind living there.
"Thanks to my mom, I guess. On my own I couldn't even cover the maintenance fees."
"You're still a student. And you said you had a part-time job?"
"......You remembered."
Hyunji smiled, shy and suddenly pleased.
"What kind of job was it?"
"I taught part-time at a dance academy. Figured I'd pick up some experience and earn a little spending money."
"Oh. That's cool."
"Cool, my ass. Kids these days have zero manners, you know?"
I listened quietly while she chattered on about things that had happened at the academy. Then, just as quietly, Hyunji rested her head against my arm.
"I've lived in this neighborhood for three years. Why am I only meeting you now?"
"Ah, back then I was probably basically a zombie. Even I got confused sometimes about whether I was alive or dead. My hours were a mess too. I still remember a week where I clocked in once and clocked out once."
"......So that's how it was. What happened?"
"I started a company with a senior from a college club. We had a bit of tech, so I thought we had a shot."
"And then?"
"The bastard took off with the money the second the first investment landed. At least he had enough of a conscience to leave what we needed for severance and unemployment benefits. And thank god the investors merged the company and only stripped the tech—they left the remaining assets alone."
"That's awful."
"Seriously. Five juniors from the club followed me because they trusted me."
"What school did you go to?"
"Hansung University."
"Whoa, really?"
"What. Why so shocked? Explain yourself."
"Ah, th-that wasn't me looking down on you!"
"I know. I'm kidding. And yeah, it's Hansung, but my department wasn't exactly a prestigious one, so I did think it over. I just tossed in an early-admission application, got in out of nowhere, and after that I couldn't find any motivation to study."
"......Kind of unfair."
"I'm telling you, it was that kind of department. No future in it, so I messed around my whole college life and my grades were a disaster. I bet the professors didn't even know my name until I graduated."
"God. I'm jealous. I want to lose my mind and play like that too."
"......Feels like I'm being baited."
"Ow."
I pinched Hyunji's dainty nose and gave it a light tug. The tip flushed red, and it was cute. We kept talking about this and that, and before I knew it we were standing in front of her building. The closer we got to home, the quieter she became. In the silent elevator, the sound of her trembling breath echoed. It wasn't the cold. I listened to it, then spoke.
"Nervous? We can do this another time."
"N-no. I was just wondering when I last cleaned..."
There was no way I didn't recognize that look. I remembered how I'd flailed the first time I stumbled into a chance to sleep with someone, back when I was a student—and that memory hadn't stayed a good one. It had been a disposable, instant kind of thing, and she hadn't spared a thought for how I felt that day. That had made it worse.
"Hyunji."
"Y-yes?"
I caught the hand of the girl who was staring only at the changing floor numbers and said her name. Her slender fingers were trembling in little shakes.
"Think it through. I want you to do this because you want to. There's no need to rush, right? Today was a good date."
"N-no, oppa."
"Don't 'no' me. Your hand's shaking like this."
"......I-it's not that."
"Then what?"
Her answer was nothing like what I'd expected, and for a moment I had no words. The eyes fixed on mine were wet, and full of lust.
"I can't—I can't hold it. Ever since the troupe, I feel like my heart's going to burst and I'm going to die."
"......Yeah?"
"At the troupe... it, it keeps coming back to me... I think I'm losing my mind. I'm sorry. I'm such a pervert, aren't I..."
"No. I was worried. This is a relief."
Right then the elevator stopped on the twentieth floor and the doors opened. Hyunji looked at me with trembling eyes, slowly took my hand, and stepped out. She unlocked the door, went in, and slipped off her shoes. A living room appeared, more luxurious than anything I'd ever seen, but the truth was it barely registered.
"I, um... the bathroom's inside... kya?!"
"Where's the bedroom? There?"
"O-oppa. Let me wash first... I-I smell!"
"Even better."
I scooped her up against me and strode across the living room. Through the door at the back was a large bed, about queen-sized, with stockings and clothes strewn across it. I set her down on the edge without a second thought. She looked up at me with shaking eyes, and I shrugged off my coat. As if that were the starting gun, Hyunji tossed her handbag aside and started peeling my clothes off.
"Haa, haa."
Kneeling in front of me, her hands fumbled at the button of my pants. Clumsy, but I waited quietly while she got it open and slowly drew the pants down. When my briefs began to appear, her breathing grew even more fevered, and she looked up at me. It was a sight that made my heart pound.
"......C-can I touch it?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes. Yes. Please let me."
"......All right."
How was I supposed to refuse a line like that? I accepted what she wanted and nodded. She swallowed hard, then pulled my briefs down. Not long after, my half-awake cock came into view, and Hyunji stared at it, breathing rough.
"Haa, haa. So this is... this is it... I've never... seen the real thing."
"Be gentle."
"Yes, yes. Of course. Leave it to me."
With a trembling hand she slowly reached for the shaft. Her touch was a little cool at first; soon she brought both hands in and stroked me. Clumsy, but careful.
"Haa, it's warm... and the smell... I love it so much..."
Between that clumsy touch and the hot breath against the head, I steadily rose. I watched for a moment, then stroked her hair.
"Will you use your mouth?"
"......R-really? Is that okay?"
"Yeah. Just be careful your teeth don't touch."
"Yes, yes. I-I heard you."
Delight written all over her face, she took me into her mouth as if she'd been waiting. It was impossibly tight, like pushing into a mass of hot jelly. And she was better than I'd expected. Lips sealed, she even used her tongue, stroking me thoroughly. Taking me deeper would have been nice, but that was a pretty advanced skill.
"Mmph, slurp, nn, haah—"
"You're good at this. Got a talent?"
The words seemed to spur her on. Gripping my thighs, she started moving her head back and forth. Her range was on the short side, but for a first time, getting this far couldn't have been easy. Bit by bit the head began to press into her throat, and the obscene sounds spilling from her mouth started to mix with little gags.
"Slurp, glrk, mmph, urk, slurp, gllk."
"Mm."
It had been a long time since anyone had gone down on me, and my eyes slipped shut. The moan I let out seemed to give her confidence; her movements grew bolder. Every time she reached my throat, a sharp current ran up from the base of my spine. Especially when she pulled back and her tongue dragged along the underside, the urge to come climbed. I hesitated. I wanted to finish in her mouth, but the recovery time bothered me. The hesitation didn't last. I set both hands on her head and met her tear-brimmed eyes, then carefully moved my hips in time with her. As carefully as I could.
"Guhk! Glrk! Slurp! Gllk! Hrk! Mmph!"
I slowly tightened my grip and picked up the pace, and she seemed to understand, speeding up with me. I looked down at her. She looked up, watching my reaction—and the moment our eyes met, the urge surged.
"I'm coming. I'll do it in your mouth."
"Glrp! Guhk! Mmph! Glrk! Slurp!"
She nodded hard with me still between her lips, and the new stimulation drove the urge even higher. I barely managed to take my hands off her head. If I kept holding her, I was going to shove in deep. But she must have felt me swelling, because she wrapped her arms around my thighs and took me all the way in.
"Kh—!"
"Nngh, mmph, urk! Kehek! Glrk! Gulp."
I hadn't expected her to drive herself down on me like that. I grabbed her head and sank into the pleasure. There was a lot. She refused to let go of my thighs, clinging tight while her back heaved. Semen and stomach fluid spilled from the corner of her mouth, ran down her pale throat, and stained the blouse that had been clean. I took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her back, and only then did she loosen the arms wrapped around me.
"Glrk, haa, haah. W-was it good?"
"Yeah. That was something. First time?"
"Haa, hehe."
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were full of tear tracks, but what spread across her face was nothing but pride. I could feel a bit of confidence in it, too. Well—the first time I'd felt like I'd actually gotten a woman off, I'd been riding high myself. Same kind of thing, maybe.
"It was good. I might have to ask you to do it again."
"......Really? I liked it so much too. It... it tasted good."
"I really liked it too. Then... shall we get on the bed?"
"......Yes."
When she braced a hand on my thigh and tried to stand, I offered mine and helped her up. I slowly peeled off the soiled blouse, and she undid the button of her skirt. By the time we reached the bed she was in nothing but black panties, covering herself as she sat on the edge.
"......Not much to look at, right?"
The confidence that had risen even a little was sinking again; I could hear it in her voice. Slender shoulders, soft skin, and along the line of her waist and stomach, clear muscle—not bulk, but definition showing because her body fat was low. If you were going to call someone sculpted, this was it. There really was a world of difference between simply being thin and being thin because you took care of yourself.