Zero Dating Experience (8)
After that, I don’t really remember how much longer we kept going. I only came one more time. Light kisses, careful thrusts, deeper kisses, hips rocking ever so slowly—sex that felt like drifting across the surface of water, moving at the exact pace she wanted. Of course, by the end she was begging, and I drew a crescendo across the sheet music, so the ripples on that calm surface spread faster and wider.
I clean up the room, thick with heat and the smell of sex. Phone stand, soaked sheets, scattered clothes. Everything else that got dirty gets wiped down too. Then I walk over to Seo Haeun, still just as filthy, and look down at her.
“…”
She’s breathing softly, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Those vulgar breasts hang heavily as she sleeps like a log, completely at ease. She’d been full of my cum until a little while ago, but leaving it like that would’ve caused problems in the morning, so I forced her into the shower. As for pictures… well, no need. I can see her anytime. If I ask her to pose, she’ll become the subject. I already bought the outfit for tomorrow’s shoot, after all. Anytime.
“Haa…”
I carefully pull the blanket over her and let out a long sigh. The scent of body wash and shampoo fills my nose, easing the heavy throb in my chest. That’s enough for tonight. Even if I keep going, it won’t feel good anymore. My body is telling me so.
“Ugh, I’m sore…”
Even for me, multiple rounds over such a long session takes a toll. It’s not just the number—usually one time is enough to satisfy me. The moment I finish, my head goes blank. My dick aches. All I want is to pass out and sleep. The only thing that ever wipes away that hollow feeling is the woman currently hidden under the blanket. It’s not just because of her tempting body and pretty face that the arousal refuses to fade. It’s because she’s Seo Haeun. The woman who had such a huge impact on my life. The woman who’s starting to be envied by more and more people. That sense of conquest, of having properly marked her, is what lets me swallow the emptiness and keep going again and again.
“Ah… I’m tired.”
Once I’ve burned through every last drop of lust until even that emptiness feels empty, a pleasant fatigue and satisfaction rise all the way to the top of my head. Even the recording of our little debauchery sitting in my phone feels like too much trouble to bother with. Who cares if some AV is filthier or more stimulating than this? The real thing is right in front of me. If you think about it, it’s no different from vacation photos of the sea. Well… the sudden flood of new subscribers on her channel might be satisfied if I sold it for a few million won, but I have zero intention of selling.
“…Ah.”
While I’m basking in satisfaction as I look around the now-clean room, the phone on the desk starts vibrating. The recipient is me. The sender is the senior I had dinner with earlier. There’s no real content—just him checking in. It felt a little awkward for him to message now, but after thinking about it, it made sense. He probably finished the rest of the drinks with his wife, went home, had sex with her, and then remembered to text. That senior might not look the type, but he’s completely whipped by his wife. Of course, even without the age gap, she’s not exactly stunning, and she looks like she’s barely 150 centimeters tall, but I’m not about to judge someone else’s taste.
While thinking of a suitable reply for a senior who’s probably feeling languid, I add a plausible little detail about how my girlfriend mistook his wife’s voice for him meeting some younger woman, then send the message. As I’m tapping away, I head back to the bed. The henpecked senior starts typing with a few typos, bragging about his wife. How nice her voice is, how she really does look young for her age. He goes on and on with the praise before ending with a reminder that I should take good care of my own girlfriend. He doesn’t come across as a bad guy, even though he’s so blatantly praising his wife that it feels like she’s standing right behind him watching. Whether it’s lovers, married couples, fuck buddies, or owner and pet—praising each other isn’t a bad thing.
“Hey.”
“…”
“You asleep?”
“…”
I poke at Haeun buried under the blanket, trying to put that little realization into practice, but she doesn’t react—probably because I melted her so thoroughly. …If I twisted and pinched her nipples she’d wake up, but that feels like overkill. Instead I just rub her soft belly a bit while scrolling through my phone to find something to praise her with.
Her YouTube channel has an absurdly high number of views. It’s gotten so popular that even if I leave a comment or two, it won’t stand out. Ever since she started doing anime insert song covers in school uniform cosplay, people desperate to see those breasts have been promoting her without me needing to do anything. There are plenty of women willing to strip to make a living, but the demand is enormous for a woman who doesn’t need to strip at all—someone who covers her face and pretends she’s not being lewd while dressing provocatively. Anyone who sees even the little bit of chin that shows in the videos knows she’s not ugly. And her body… well, no need to say anything. Just think about how Seo Jia, whose breasts are a little smaller than hers, gets treated online. Even if she’s not the poster child for glamour, her fancam views are no joke. And she was still a minor half a year ago. Haeun, six years more mature than that, gives off a much richer scent. …When I actually opened the wine cork and tasted it, the fragrance was unreal.
“…She’s hot, our Haeun. Right?”
“…”
While monopolizing the soft belly that so many people crave, I scroll through the comments. Thanks to decent moderation, there are still some lewd jokes, but the outright sexual harassment has disappeared. Maybe because beautiful women are universal, there are comments in English and Spanish too. The anime cosplay video even has Japanese comments. …What a strange world. Sitting in my room fondling these tits, I can still get a sense of superiority from foreigners I’ll never meet in my life. It really is an amazing world. A world that’s great for showing off, and great for enjoying even if you don’t show off. It’s not always only good, though.
“…”
…Another message comes in. This time it’s not a KakaoTalk message, but a text. Recipient is still me. The sender is… unfortunately, a woman who would cause serious headaches if I bragged about her. A foreigner I probably should never have met in my life.
Looking at the playful message from the woman staying right upstairs, I think of people with that kind of taste. Women who like men who already have girlfriends. Men who like women who already have boyfriends. In my case, I don’t feel the need to steal what someone else is eating, but I do think it’s really delicious to snatch up something someone else is drooling over. So I can’t say I don’t understand at all. It’s ultimately a hygiene issue. Even if it’s not freshly baked, if the packaging is clean and it’s been served properly, it’s fine. Even if it’s freshly cooked, you don’t want to touch a soup bowl someone else has been digging into with their spoon. Of course, cooking it myself and eating it alone is the best.
I don’t think I’m unattractive, but I’m not so great that an idol as successful as her would throw herself at me. I have nothing to offer. The only “skills” I have are a big dick and being good at sex. My biggest advantage is walking around with a big-breasted woman without any jokes. …Even if that has some appeal, it’s honestly too much to say it’s impressive enough for a woman who has everything to suck my dick the first time we meet.
…Unless she’s an extremely perverted masochistic bitch, that doesn’t make sense. Haeun has some masochistic tendencies too, but at least her reason was intact.
Only a crazy bitch like her would bet her entire life on pleasure. I’m the only one insane enough to do that. Even I only used coercive methods because of our bad blood. If Seo Haeun had retired without any connection to me, I wouldn’t have done any of this. I’d probably be busy doing manual labor just to eat. I wouldn’t be racking my brain trying to seduce a woman or worrying about how to run that channel and squeeze money out of it.
So I’m quite looking forward to seeing what this crazy girl who seems similar to me will do. She already gave me an intense reaction yesterday when I used what she did today. It’s just an idol sucking a piece of trash’s dick, but she got anxious like she was being thrown away, and even felt jealous. If we have sex, she might scream loudly and ask for a collar. Taking her for a proper walk is a dream of mine—without a mask.
…If I can make good use of this dangerous woman while avoiding only the poison, maybe we can have a mutually beneficial relationship and fulfill that small dream.
Instead, if she becomes a useful card in my hand, things will be much more convenient in many ways. It’ll be easier to tame Haeun like today, too.
Our strict landlady’s eyes could be covered nicely if things go well. In many ways.
She’s a toy worth trying out. …Her looks are pretty. The texture seems decent too. A bit small, but if I decorate her at Haeun’s feet, she’d fit perfectly. If there’s room… I could take in one more.