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"……Oppa……."
"Haa—I'm losing it, I'm really— Ahh, ahh……."
Watching me stroke myself only seemed to wind Hwang Jiyoung tighter, and Hyunji's glazed eyes clung to me as if she meant to burn every second of it into memory. I stopped fighting the climax tearing through me.
"Mm."
"Ah……."
"Ahhk……."
I let it go across both their faces. The pleasure felt like it was melting me from the scalp down; I wanted to shut my eyes, but I clenched my lids and forced them to stay open, my gaze locked on the two of them. Those pretty faces began to disappear under the thick white semen my cock spat out, and the instant the first spurt landed, Hwang Jiyoung's whole body started to shiver. I couldn't even hear the wet sounds anymore. She must have come small and quiet.
"Oppa……. Haa……."
"Mm……. Hoo. That was incredible, Hyunji. Jiyoung."
"Ah……. Oppa……."
"Haa, haa……. The smell, the smell is too much……. Hnn……."
Jiyoung's expression had crumbled into climax, and Hyunji looked up at me in rapture, her face smeared, as if she wanted me to enjoy even a little more of the view. Satisfaction poured through me.
"Hey. Don't eat it."
"……It's a waste……."
"Some waste."
Hyunji slipped out that pretty tongue to draw the semen trailing over her lips into her mouth, and I hurriedly wiped it away.
"But Oppa's tastes good……."
"……I love hearing you say that. I loved it too. You've gotten a lot better, Hyunji."
"……I—I practiced in secret……."
"What? With what?"
"A c-cucumber……."
"Next time, can't you just do it with me? I want to watch you get better myself."
"……Ah……. Yes……."
"You were good too, Jiyoung."
She'd been looking at me, breathing out those heated little breaths, clearly at a loss for what to do with the semen running down her face. A short laugh slipped out of me.
"Where's your handbag? You've got tissues, right?"
"Ah, over there……."
"Stay just like that. I'll wipe you."
"Yes……."
"Ah, I—I can do it myself……."
"Stay still. I just want to look a little longer."
"Ah……."
At that, both of them froze at the same time, and I couldn't help smiling. The smell of iron creeping up behind my nose told me I'd gotten seriously worked up myself. Push it any further and I'd have a nosebleed. I took my time rummaging through the handbag, pulled out a travel pack of tissues, and drew them out one by one while I looked at the two of them.
Hm. It's gone down a bit.
I couldn't stall much longer anyway. I did wonder whether it depended on how much got absorbed.
"You're both so pretty."
"……Thank you……."
"……Did you like it too, Oppa……?"
"Yeah. A lot. You were adorable."
"……I'm glad……."
Hwang Jiyoung hadn't been able to hold her own desire and had even touched herself. It was practically something I'd told her to do, and my eyes and ears had enjoyed it plenty. I wasn't blind to the way Hyunji had held her own need back and poured everything into satisfying me. The charm that lived in that difference hit harder than I'd expected. I hurried to settle the part of me that was trying to rise again.
"……Mind if I take a picture before I wipe you?"
"That's fine……."
"Yes……."
Hyunji would have agreed to anything I did, but I hadn't expected Hwang Jiyoung to say yes so quickly. Lust was shading her eyes again; quietly, this sort of thing might be to her taste. I pulled my phone from my pants and aimed it at them, and the two of them stayed on their knees, looking up into the camera.
"Thank you."
"……You gave us so much. I'm the one who should be thanking you……."
"……I got so excited too……."
"I saw. The sounds you were making—incredible."
"Ah, th-that's……. I, I get really wet……."
"That's a good thing. Come here."
I'd teased them enough. I went down on my knees as well and gently wiped both their faces. More than half of it had already soaked in, so it didn't take long, though the bits tangled in their eyebrows and bangs and starting to dry nagged at me.
"I ruined all your makeup."
"It's fine……. You looked so cute when you were enjoying it, Oppa……."
"Me too……. The smell……. And how h-hot it was……. It felt so good……."
"Right. Makeup can be done again……."
"I—I don't think……. I'll ever be able to forget it……."
They waved my apology off in a rush, and contentment welled up in me. I finished the cleanup with the most careful, gentle touch I could manage, and the moment I took my hands away they both let out a long sigh at once.
"Was that hard?"
"Ah, n-no……. Your hands feel good, Oppa……."
Regret was written all over Hyunji's face as she looked at me. More precisely, at my lips. I covered her mouth lightly to meet that expectation. The faint smell of semen tickled my nose, but her wet tongue welcomed mine so softly that not a single thought of anything being dirty crossed my mind.
"And you, Jiyoung?"
"……I can't believe it……. You're so gentle……."
"Next time, just the two of us."
"Ah……. Yes……."
I smiled at the flush rising in her face, then slowly brought my lips closer. She sucked in a sharp breath and went rigid, meeting my mouth. Anyone looking would have known it was a first kiss. Strictly speaking my cock had already gotten there first, but that was a line I'd already crossed. What nagged at me was the place and the timing that would stay with her as the memory of it.
"……Is this a bad place for a first kiss?"
"……No……. You were so gentle……. It feels good……."
"I liked yours too. Soft."
I stroked the cheek of Hwang Jiyoung as she drew in the breath she'd been holding, her eyes gone soft and unfocused, then got to my feet. I ran a gentle hand over both their heads and spoke.
"Let's get dressed. We should go eat."
"Yes……. I still smell like you all over……."
"Mm. Want to stop by home and wash first?"
"No. I'm proud of it……."
"I'm the one who's embarrassed."
When I picked up the fresh briefs I'd brought and shook them out, both of them drew in a breath. I smiled at that and took my time pulling them on. Not getting them to clean me was going to linger as a regret, but this was more than enough.
"Ah……."
"Haa……."
I enjoyed Hyunji looking at me as if I were something lovely, and Hwang Jiyoung staring as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, and slowly finished with the briefs before I spoke.
"Come on. If we take too long we'll feel bad. The place was packed."
"……Yes……."
They looked at me with open regret, then finally stood and started peeling off their underwear. All I had to do was throw on a shirt and pants, so I was dressed in a flash, and I turned to the two of them, for whom taking a little longer was only natural.
"Put the dirty ones in the shopping bag and come out in the new ones. I'll wait outside."
"Okay. We'll be right out."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what. Take your time and come out when you're ready."
"Okay, Oppa."
"Yes……."
I left the fitting room pleased with their quiet answers, and my eyes met the employee standing just outside.
"Ah, how was it? With figures like theirs, I figured everything would look perfect on them."
"It did. They were really beautiful. I'm thinking of having them wear it out."
"You've already paid."
"Then could I get one more shopping bag? I want somewhere to put what they were wearing."
"Ah, of course."
I studied the employee's kind smile. From the look of her, she hadn't caught on. A hum slipped out of me on its own as I took the bag and headed back.
"I've got the bag. I'll slide it under."
"Thank you, Oppa."
"Thank you……."
Whatever afterglow Hwang Jiyoung was still riding, her voice hadn't quite come back. I sat in a chair at the front of the shop, humming, and while I waited I opened my phone to check my messages.
Hm.
In Ra-hee's chat, a photo of her and Go Yewon together had come up. Beneath it, a middle-aged woman who looked like an interior contractor was crouched beside Chang-soo, the two of them talking something over. They were probably planning to get started today or tomorrow.
I'll probably get there late in the afternoon.
The date itself had been more than enough, but I still hadn't done the thing Hyunji actually wanted. I replied that I'd come by in the afternoon, then went through the other messages and opened the thread from Kim Hanna, the girl I'd met on the bus. There wasn't much to it—mostly photos. I looked at a shot of a silver cafeteria tray, the kind I hadn't seen in ages, and pictures of a practice room, then scratched my cheek.
Is this just how it is these days?
Hyunji at least sent plenty of text, but most of what I got was photo after photo, and Ra-hee tended to send nothing but pictures. Was trading images with no real words just natural for younger people now? I'd have to adapt, and fast. I opened Instagram, picked one decent shot from the café earlier, uploaded it, and was about to put the phone away when a message arrived.
It's been a while.
A name I hadn't seen in a long time. I went straight into the chat and answered.
It was only a single line, but I could feel how long she must have agonized over writing it. I was still looking at it when another one arrived.
She sent a single syllable like a dying cry, and then nothing. I waited, then answered first.
She went quiet again after that single syllable. I was about to write back when her next message came in.
After that the silence stretched long enough that I could feel her hesitating, but I waited her out. That was the fun of it.
It really seemed as if Shin Mirae had had her eyes opened. That day must have branded itself on her so deeply she couldn't find relief alone, so I asked.
A crying sticker followed. Fair enough—take in too big a shock and it can be hard to come down from it. Time should have taken the edge off, but the thing on the subway must have been that good for her. I was the one who'd done it. I owed her that much.
She sent another lone little sound, and I answered at once. I could see Hyunji and Hwang Jiyoung coming out of the fitting room.
I wrapped the thread up and lowered the phone, watching Hyunji come toward me with a smile and Hwang Jiyoung trailing behind her, shy.
……What do I do.
She'd said it outright: she couldn't get there alone. Desire seemed to have outrun shame, past what she could endure. Which meant she'd gone all this time without contacting me, holding it in by herself. I felt guilty. I still didn't think I'd ever understand the impulse that had taken me then. I needed to take responsibility, but I didn't have a good way to do it. More precisely, my excuse for seeing her was thin. And I didn't have the time.
It's a critical stretch for her.
If she failed the exam because of me, I'd feel like I'd done something truly rotten. I would take responsibility, of course. It felt good, her wanting me. The problem was how little time I had.
……I'll have to think on it a little more.
If she reached out again, I'd just call her out and soothe her. If time ran short, I'd sleep less. My stamina had improved lately. It wouldn't be a problem.