Her Expression
"Hah... hahh... I'm losing it—I'm going crazy, oppa..."
"...Me too."
"Oppa, oppa... it feels so good... I want to do it looking at your face..."
"This is easier. You're close, aren't you?"
"...Yes, yes... hah... ahh..."
"So am I."
"O-oppa... inside my body... please, inside me... okay?"
Hyunji begged and pleaded, but I gave her no answer. I just started snapping my hips.
"Hah—! Ngh—! Mmn—! Ah—! Nnh—!"
I tried to move so the wet sounds wouldn't carry, but as the rhythm grew rougher I couldn't help it. The slick noise and Hyunji's moans began to spill together through the fitting room.
"Ngh—! Hah—! Mmn—! Ahh—! Nnh—!"
Fortunately, I still couldn't sense anyone nearby. Then it happened.
"Nnnnngh—!"
Hyunji's whole body went rigid, and then her hips began to jerk. I felt her thighs trembling as she climbed to her peak, swallowed hard, and glanced at the mirror without thinking. That once-innocent face, crumbling under pleasure as she came, snapped the last of my restraint.
"Ngh."
The urge to finish surged, and I yanked my hips back. From between her legs her slick and her piss shot out like a water gun, and her ass quivered—but much as I wanted to watch, there was no time. I spun her around in a hurry.
"Ahh, hah, o-oppa..."
"Open your mouth."
"Y-yes... hah..."
Hyunji, sunk down without an ounce of strength, immediately wrapped her arms around my thighs and took my cock in without hesitation. The moment the soft of her tongue brushed the head, I let go.
"Ngh—gulp—cough—hah—kh—"
As the release tore out of me, I felt the Special Internal Energy filling my body rush all at once down into my lower abdomen. And in the same instant I came, it vanished, as if it had never filled me at all.
"Cough... hah... gulp, oppa..."
At the sound of her coughing and swallowing, I looked down—and the words died in my throat. Those ecstatic eyes, that face wrecked by pleasure, were devastating enough to drop my heart into my stomach.
"...I drank it... hah... oppa..."
She was the same as Rahee. This was nothing like the Hyunji I'd seen the last time I came in her mouth. As if she were drunk on something, her face—loose with the lingering pleasure, hazy and blissful—set my possessiveness and my hunger to conquer alight all over again. With her little finger she pushed the semen that had run down her chin back between her lips, as if it would be a waste to lose it, and looked up at me. I whispered.
"Will you clean me, too?"
"...Yes, yes... hah..."
As if she'd been waiting for it, her tongue started licking my cock. Still sensitive from coming, the sensation sparked all the way up the back of my neck. I stroked her head and enjoyed her tongue for a while, then whispered.
"...Was it good?"
"...Yes... so much... hah... mmn..."
Her mouth said one thing, but she was still licking me as if I were precious, so I left her to savor the afterglow. I pulled my phone from inside my jacket and checked the time. Barely more than ten minutes had passed. The thrill of the place, and what the mirror did to us, had been a far bigger jolt than I'd expected. I'd come within a breath of losing control myself.
"We should head out. They'll notice."
"...Yes. I'm sorry..."
Still on her knees in front of me, breathing in heated little gasps, Hyunji looked up, then immediately ducked her head and whispered the apology.
"For what?"
"...For begging... in a place like this..."
"It was cute. I got a thrill out of it too. And you remembered, didn't you?"
"...Ahh..."
I stroked her breast, then squeezed as I whispered.
"A reward for saying it straight."
"...Ah..."
"And we didn't get caught."
She swallowed, then waited for whatever I'd say next with pleading eyes.
"...Let's go home."
"...Yes. Oppa..."
She smiled as if she were in a trance, but she couldn't hold herself upright. I slipped my hands under her arms and slowly drew her up. With an effort she reached for the white bralette hanging on the wall and put it on. The underwear she'd worn in was ruined, and so was the purple set.
I pulled a few sheets from her packet of travel tissues, scattered them over the mess on the floor, and wiped the traces off the mirror first.
"Ah... oppa... I-I'll do it..."
"Just get dressed. You can barely even stand."
"B-but still..."
"Was it really that good? You finished so fast."
"...Yes. Y-your face in the mirror..."
"I couldn't hold it either, seeing you reflected there. I almost came the second I was inside you."
"...D-did I look weird...?"
"No. You were beautiful. It's a face only I get to see."
"...Oppa."
I smiled at her as she went hazy all over again and gave her ass a light pat. Then I bundled the tissues soaked through with what was on the floor and set them with the wad beside the pink underwear. The place was going to need a proper cleaning.
"Do you have any perfume?"
"Ah, i-it's in my bag..."
"Okay."
I opened her small handbag, and a little glass bottle turned up. I only needed to kill the smell in a hurry, so it didn't matter that it was a women's scent. I sprayed a reasonable amount onto my wrist and took in the sight of her from behind as she put her underwear on.
"I-it's embarrassing..."
"You're pretty."
Hyunji, caught in the mirror, kept sneaking glances, and flushed at my words. I studied the line of her body in silence, then spoke.
"I'll pay, so take your time coming out. I'll bring a shopping bag—we'll put them in there."
"...Yes. Ah... oppa. This. Use this..."
"No. Get dressed."
"Oppa... please. Let me be the one to buy them..."
Ignoring me, she hurried to pull her card wallet from the handbag, along with that black card from before, and held it out. The wallet trembled faintly, as if the afterglow still hadn't left her. I looked at it, scratched my cheek, and answered.
"I wanted to be the one to dress you."
"I... I want to wear them. Because you like them."
If I turned this down too, I might bruise her pride. Fine. It was only underwear. And my attention was still caught on her face and her eyes, drunk on pleasure. This was definitely strange to write off as simple afterglow.
"...All right. Okay."
"Th-thank you..."
"Thank me for what."
I let out a short laugh and took the card, and Hyunji smiled softly. I smiled back, eased the fitting-room door open, and stepped out, tearing my eyes with some difficulty from the line of her back as she pulled the white bralette on. I'd save that pleasure for later.
Just as I thought.
Rahee had been the same, and so was Hyunji. I understood now, more or less, why they reacted differently after a blowjob. It came down to whether there'd been penetration first, or whether I'd come in their mouths without it. But that wasn't all of it. The look on both of them after they swallowed was, plain and simple, the look of someone drunk on lust. The hunger was too thick to call the afterglow of a climax.
Figure one thing out, and another problem shows up.
If there was any comfort in it, it was that the Special Internal Energy seemed simply to disappear. I probably wouldn't have to worry about it much from here on.
"Oh—you're out?"
The woman at the display counter smiled and greeted me as I emerged. I studied the clerk's face. It wasn't flushed, and I couldn't sense any excitement, so she really hadn't noticed.
"Yes. Please ring these up as they are."
"...Ah. Yes."
The employee who took Hyunji's card went wide-eyed, swallowed, and ran the payment with careful hands. Ah. Was it my face? Fair enough—mine was still burning. Then I'd just have to walk out shameless.
"Thank you. If you bring them over, I'll wrap them for you."
"No need. I'm going to have her wear them out. They suit her."
"Ah... then shall I give you a shopping bag?"
"Yes. Oh, and we'll need somewhere to put what she was wearing, too."
"Ah, yes. I'll give you another."
She flustered about and handed me the bags. I looked at her once more, but there was still no sign of arousal—only a face full of caution. I took the card and the bags, turned, and headed back to the fitting room.
"Hyunji."
"Y-yes. I'm dressed."
"You can take your time. Here's the bag."
"...Ah. Thank you..."
"Don't mention it. Straighten yourself up and come out."
"Yes..."
I perched on the little ledge in front of the fitting room and waited. Before long the door opened, and Hyunji appeared.
"I took too long, didn't I...?"
"No. We just finished unusually fast."
"...I-it really felt so good..."
"Let's stop by the restroom first. That'd be better, right?"
"...Yes."
I stood, quietly stroked her cheek, and looked into eyes that were still hazily unfocused before giving her a light kiss. I hadn't managed any real aftercare, and it nagged at me. Doing this outside was a problem—but it was also the spice of it. She tucked away the card I'd handed back, then looked up at the arm I offered her.
"Ah..."
"Come on. Think you can walk?"
"...I-it's a little hard..."
"Here."
She smiled softly, took my arm, and leaned into me. The shopping bags got in the way, so I took them from her without a word.
"I'll carry them for now. Focus on walking."
"...Yes. I'm sorry..."
"Sorry for what. It's because of me."
"...I-I couldn't hold back..."
"Shh. They'll hear."
"—Yes."
She clapped a hand over her mouth in a hurry and glanced around, and a laugh slipped out of me.
"Have a good day."
I took the clerk's farewell from behind us and walked on at an easy pace. Neither of us cared how slow it was. If anything, the walk was something close to aftercare, and Hyunji held my arm tighter with every step.
"...Haa. I'm happy, oppa..."
"Me too."
"...Should I hang a mirror in my room...?"
"It was that good?"
"...I thought I was going to lose my mind... From behind, you were driving into me so hard it scared me, and in front... I could see your face, looking at me, and it was too much..."
"You liked it from behind?"
"...B-but... I like it more when I'm holding you..."
"Let's try all sorts of things."
"...Yes."
"You still seem a little worked up."
"Yes... I like you so much I don't know what to do with myself."
"I think our Hyunji is adorable. I like you so much."
"...Say it again."
The moist eyes she turned up at me, and that expression drunk on desire, made me swallow. I brushed her cheek and whispered.
"Our Hyunji is pretty, and cute, and I like her."
"...Let's go. Quickly. I-I can't hold it..."
"Restroom first, then we'll go. If Driver Han sees us, what am I supposed to do?"
"...She'd... probably like it, actually..."
"Even so. It bothers me. We'll stop in, then go."
"...Yes."
I turned us toward the restroom and waited outside while Hyunji fixed her makeup and the set of her clothes. Once she came out, I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. My face was red too; the excitement was written all over it. I rinsed off, washed my face, and stepped outside—and the sight of her waiting there stole my gaze for a moment.
"...Let's go."
"...Yes."
As we came out of the restroom she smiled at me, and I quietly took her in while I dried my hands. Just standing there, she was like a flower on the verge of opening—and she had no idea, I suspected, how deeply it satisfied me that a single touch of mine could make her bloom into pure want.
"You've... returned?"
Han Gyeo-wool took us in, stopped halfway through the greeting, and then finished it. There was no way she wouldn't know. Whichever way you looked at it, we were not the people who had gone in. I cleared my throat, briefly embarrassed, but Hyunji walked up to her as if nothing at all were wrong and spoke.