Rahi + Side
Whatever. It's not like there's anywhere for a rumor to spread. As long as I don't go rolling around carelessly in places like clubs, I'll be fine. No point thinking too hard about it.
I lingered under the warm water pouring over my head, then looked at the figure in the mirror. No matter how I studied it, something had changed.
One workout, and the results are already this good? I should actually stick with it.
Turning this way and that, I could see the softness around my stomach had definitely gone down, and a faint outline was beginning to settle into my legs where there hadn't been one before. My boy down there looked a little swollen, but it didn't hurt. Probably just a morning erection that had quit halfway. Or maybe it only seemed that way because my stomach had pulled in. Hard to tell.
I took the towel off the rack, wrapped it around myself, and stepped out — and there was Rahi's ass, bent over the living-room table as she set this and that down. I let out a short laugh, pulled on underwear and a shirt in a hurry, walked over, and gently kneaded that ass. She flinched, startled, but all I got for it was a single glare.
"A goat would be sprinting laps through all this."
"I'm going to start watching what I eat, so you'll be eating like this too, Shinwoo."
"Ugh. I'd rather not."
"You don't want to eat it?"
"I'll eat it well."
I sat down at the place with the larger portion, and Rahi shook her head as she took the seat across from me. I patted the spot at my left and said, teasing,
"Sit next to me. So I can touch you while I eat."
"......All right."
A little embarrassed, she slowly pushed the bowl of salad and the plate of fried eggs and chicken breast over to my left, then slid her hips across the floor until she was beside me. I huffed a laugh, draped an arm around her neck, and slipped a hand up under her T-shirt.
No bra. The bare, springy softness filling my palm felt like happiness itself, and every time I kneaded, my mood went softer and softer.
"......You're stretching the collar."
"Don't wanna. It's warm. I like it."
Skinship really did seem to meet less resistance than I'd expected. This much was fine — that was the feeling. She wasn't loading it with any great meaning. In the world before, acting like this after sleeping together only once was a guaranteed slap. Whether it was a feature of this changed world or just Rahi's nature, I didn't know, but I'd find out eventually.
"......You really are a strange person. What kind of man gets this eager?"
"If you hate it, I'll take it out."
I meant it. No need to sour her mood just so I could feel good. But the moment I started to draw my arm back, Rahi rushed in as if to cut me off.
"Ah, no, it's not that. It's just... if you keep doing that, I start wanting it too......"
"Morning sex is great. It's best the second you open your eyes."
"You never let a single word go. Honestly."
I snickered, watching her stab at the salad with her fork. Before long she glanced at my face, cleared her throat, and asked,
"So, um. Were you satisfied last night?"
"Hmm. Hard to say."
"......I'm sorry. I didn't know I was going to pass out either."
That brought back what had happened when Rahi climaxed first. I'd apparently blacked out sometime after, so she didn't know.
"Nah. I just fell asleep too."
"......Did it feel good? Inside me? Was the... the tightness all right......"
"......"
So size got translated into tightness here. Awkward. I was always the one who asked things like that. The question was so absurd it shut my mouth for a moment — and then, as Rahi watched me with that nervous look, I stroked gently up over her breast, and she squirmed, a moan slipping out.
"Haang......"
"I think I'd have to try it once more to know."
"R-really?"
"What's this. Were you actually planning to take one bite and throw me away?"
"No! Why would I ever— mmph."
I covered her lips with mine, kissed her softly, and slowly drew back. Both her cheeks had flushed again, and she was staring at me in a daze.
"I liked it too."
"......Th-that's a relief."
"And you, Rahi?"
"......Huh?"
As if she hadn't expected me to ask her back, she flustered, poked at the salad, and answered in a whisper.
"......It was heaven."
I almost asked whether she'd forgotten to mention she was Buddhist, but it was too cheap a joke, so I let it go. Watching her eyes go hazy under my easy smile, I felt a quiet satisfaction.
"Then we're good."
"I heard men aren't curious about things like that. That they all just... f-finish, and fall straight asleep......"
"Where exactly are you learning about men, that it's different every single time? Is there a book or something?"
"......I h-have read one, actually."
"......Anyway. It must be different for everyone."
Fair enough. Flip the world the other way, and of course those books would exist.
"......I'm sorry."
She was apologizing again, out of nowhere, so I asked,
"For what?"
"I couldn't even take the lead. Yesterday...... it was really embarrassing, but it felt so good...... So good I thought something was happening to my head...... And then I couldn't figure out, at all, what I was supposed to do......"
She'd lost her confidence over failing to lead. To think something like this would land in my lap. I set the teasing aside and spoke gently.
"There's no rule like that. And it depends on the person, doesn't it?"
"......Even so. A woman taking the lead is just what's natural."
"Being the one who's led is pretty nice too, isn't it?"
"......Yes. I-it felt good."
"Then isn't that enough? As long as we liked it, that's what matters. Right?"
"......Yes. I think so."
I had a feeling Rahi might lean a little M. There are all kinds of preferences, and as long as it isn't something truly off, I can understand it — and since I've got a bit of an S side myself, I actually liked it. Liked it better, even.
"......An older man really is the best."
"How old do you think I am?"
"Mmm, twenty-five?"
My fork stopped. Twenty-five counted as older? Come to think of it, the gym membership form had only asked for a name and a phone number. She really didn't know my age. For a second I'd thought she was teasing me.
"......Rahi, how old are you?"
"I'm twenty-three."
"......I'm thirty."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You look so young, Shinwoo. That's amazing."
"You mean that? You're not just trying to butter me up?"
"Ah, no. I really thought you were about twenty-five. Your body, too."
A sudden guilt started creeping in. I felt like I'd been too rough with a kid this young. Of course she'd seemed awkward, of course she'd looked young — she was young. I'd assumed mid-to-late twenties at least. Not that I had the slightest intention of saying so. No point going looking for a scolding.
"An older man really does seem like the best."
She nodded and murmured it again, and I asked, carefully,
"......Does my age bother you?"
"No? If anything, I really like it."
"You like it?"
"......Well, men from around then...... mm. They get better."
I turned that over quietly and figured she meant the old line about realizing your sex drive once you pass thirty, so I asked — though originally that saying carried a slightly mocking shade.
"......Did you read that in a book too?"
"Not exactly. Sometimes on the internet they say, um, a man is the real thing starting at thirty......"
"I thought you'd be into the young ones."
"I don't like that. I've heard too many stories about men who grant you a single date and then torment you so badly...... No, I don't mean it like hatred or anything."
"Yeah, yeah. I get what you're saying, so you don't have to apologize."
That much I could understand well enough. My own twenties had been nothing but failed loves and scars. Most men were probably the same. Even the apex predators at celebrity level would have at least one or two wounds. I felt like I understood her.
It might be even worse here. The competition was supposed to be something like ten times what I'd known. Before I realized it I was looking at the empty plates, then quietly at Rahi.
"Then, as a present for talking so sweet, how about I throw in a little service."
"......Huh? Service? Haaang......"
With the hand that had been toying with her breast, I gently twisted that cute nipple.
"Better take the edge off before you go panting after some guy you shouldn't."
"Ah, no. I'm not like tha— hnnn."
She waved her hands, denying it, but I had no intention of leaving her be. I drew my fingers slowly up from her knee, barely touching, and tension began to gather through her body. I lifted a foot, shoved the table out of the way, and ran my hand along the pale legs that came into view until I reached one particular place.
"B-but. I have work— hyek?!"
"It's fine. It'll be over quick. Hold still."
The moment I whispered it against her ear, I slipped a hand into her dolphin shorts. What should have been there to catch my fingers wasn't. Right away, Rahi's soft pubic hair curled around them. She didn't seem to be wearing panties.
And contrary to everything she'd said, her slit was already finished preparing to welcome me, soaked through with hot slick — and I pushed straight in.
"Already this wet, and you're still playing hard to get."
"Ahut, heuk! Shinwoo! Ahhnn......"
She twisted against the hand working over her breast. And as I gently stroked that wet place, she grew restless and started leaning into me more and more, as if to make herself easier to touch.
Before I knew it, those pale thighs were spreading. Like the wings of a butterfly tasting honey for the first time, they opened slowly, and I swallowed hard myself.
"You said you didn't want it."
"I— haaang, I like it. Hnn, it's different...... This, haat! This kind of thing...... Ahhnn......"
"Different from doing it alone?"
"Yes, d-different...... Ahut, so, good...... but, haaheuk, I have to get to work...... ahk!"
"Don't pull away. By lunch you're just going to want it again."
I twisted the swollen little bean of her clit in one motion, and her hips bucked as her whole body writhed. Then, through the opened crotch, I slid my fingers straight into that small cave.
"Ahhk! There, there! Ahk! It's so good! Haang, haaheuk! Heuk! Hnng! I'm going, going crazy...... ahk!"
"It's all right. Leave it to me."
"Yes...... heuk, ahk! Hek! Sh-Shinwoo! Hnn! Ahhk!"
Against the tightening squeeze of her, I quietly pressed my mouth to her cheek and her ear, then whispered,
"Tell me when you're coming. I want to hear it."
"Yes, yes...... I...... ahk! Hnnng! Euk! Hyeok! I'm, I'm coming! I'm coming! Ahhnnn!"
I took in the sight of her with her hips lifted, starting to tremble all over. I'd felt it yesterday too — her insides soaked so fast that a single kiss would have been enough to slide into her.
And she reached her peak incredibly quickly. I glanced at the clock. Not even five minutes. Fast didn't begin to cover it. Obviously, it was absolutely not that my technique was any good.
......The whole premature-finish thing didn't get applied to women too, did it?
Rahi had melted against me as if she'd spread completely over my body. I looked at her face, wiggled my slick-drenched fingers where she could see them, and said, teasing,
"Feel good?"
"Haa, haa, haah...... Yes. So...... so good...... Haa, haat......"
How to put it. I'd meant to tease her, but what I got back was pleasure, gratitude, and Rahi's loving gaze — eyes that had by now turned into a woman's. I held that gaze, then put the wet fingers straight into my mouth.
"Kyaa! What are you—?!"
"This was the reaction I wanted."
"That's— that's filthy! Don't!"
"It is a little bitter. Hint of blood, too."
"You've lost your mind!"
I hugged her tight as she struggled, but her strength was no ordinary thing. She shot upright and pulled my fingers out of her mouth, and her face was a perfectly ripe apple. Shame, pleasure, and fluster all mixed together — genuinely cute.
"Cute. Hurry and get ready. Didn't you say you had work?"
Startled, Rahi saw the hands of the wall clock creeping toward ten, gasped, and shot up from her seat. The slick running down those pale thighs nearly set me off this time, but I held it. This much, I could stand.
"Kyaa, I'm late!"
She cried it and rushed into the room. I followed, dressed while listening to her grumbling, and went out ahead of her to put my shoes on at the door.
"How are you ready that fast?"
"You're the one who's fast. You didn't wash your hair, did you? Dirty."
"Ek— a woman only needs to wash it once every two days, you know?"
"Huh. That part's the same. Must be the long hair."
I muttered it, put on my shoes, and opened the front door.
"Oh, right. You have my number? Send me the door code."
"......Okay."
"If you'd rather this be the end, you don't have to."
"......I'll send it."
Maybe because of what I'd said, Rahi — checking her hair this way and that in the entryway mirror — flushed and answered in a whisper. She'd been the one to suggest leaving together, but then she waved me off, insisting it might not look good in front of a man and that I absolutely had to go first. I said goodbye and stepped out of the villa.
I never knew that the moment the door shut, Rahi slid down to sit on the entryway floor.
"......Was it a dream."
I murmured it without strength, but the cold of the entryway floor told me this was real. That highball line yesterday had been thrown with the resolve to write my resignation. If I was going to be misunderstood and treated like a sex offender anyway, I might as well actually do it and then hear the accusations — a kind of rebellious thought.
And a faint hope that a man who seemed that open might actually take me up on it. If nothing else, I was confident in my figure. My proportions were good, too. My large breasts had been something of a complex, but that man had squeezed them as if he liked them all the more, and tormented them until I thought I'd go mad.
"Haa......"
I stayed where I'd sunk down, let out a heated breath, and touched my lips. I could feel slick trickling below. My fresh panties were already getting wet again, because of the morning caresses that had started so suddenly, as if he knew I was aroused.
The marks left on the breasts he'd grabbed without hesitation. Those hot hands. Those gentle fingers that had pushed into me without pause, as if he knew every place I liked, and ravaged me inside. It was different from sex. Sex at least had pregnancy as a purpose and an excuse, but the fondling this morning had been nothing but the pursuit of pleasure itself.
And not even for himself — only to satisfy me. A man who didn't spare this kind of effort for a woman's pleasure. If I posted it online, probably no one would believe me. And I had no intention of telling anyone. I knew well that an experience you can't forget isn't something you brag about. It's something you keep. Besides, I was afraid. Afraid today might be the end.
......And how did he catch that I was already aching over it.
I didn't want to go to work. I wanted to throw myself onto the bed and spend the whole day touching myself, picking at the scent of him still left there like a side dish I couldn't leave alone. I didn't want to let go of this feeling while it still seemed as if his cock were staying inside me. Because the anxiety kept rising — that this might be the last time.
These days, a man taking the same woman into his arms more than once was a very rare thing. But as if he knew even my anxiety, he'd asked me for the door code. It felt like I was dancing in the palm of his hand. I didn't dislike it. If anything, my heart trembled under that downward gaze. There was no way a man like that could be unpopular.
The proof of last night's shock and enormous pleasure — the kind that only ever appeared in novels and porn, the kind that had driven me out of my mind — was still sitting deep in my belly. I wanted to make that man the father of my child.
Still, I should go...... I'll get to see him this afternoon. Good thing I held out. Really.
I worried what I'd do if he didn't come, but I felt like he knew even that. So I believed he definitely would. If only to tease me. His face rose in my mind — the face of a man who enjoyed teasing me.
We'd been together just moments ago, and already I missed him. I smiled, slowly opened the front door, and started walking. My strengthless steps gradually returned to the usual stride of Trainer Oh Rahi.