Pretending to Sleep
"……."
"……."
The atmosphere between us now was quite different from when we first stepped into the motel. Of course, my heart had never stopped racing for even a moment. And it was the same now, as I lay quietly on the bed. Our shallow breaths and pounding hearts were right beside each other, making our ears feel muffled. I stared blankly up at the ceiling. I just gazed vacantly at the pristine white surface and the unremarkable pattern on the wallpaper. We weren't doing anything. Or rather, the current mood made it impossible to do anything.
"……."
"……."
The silence that filled the room was still thick and warm. I knew it wasn't simply from the hot shower we'd taken earlier.
"…Should I turn on the AC?"
"……Yeah."
Her reply came back short and simple. It was enough. I shifted my body toward the edge of the bed, but it felt like I'd just sprinted a marathon—my breath caught in my throat almost immediately.
"Hoo…."
Still tense, the faint memory of what happened earlier made my legs feel weak. I fumbled for the remote, grabbed it, and flopped back onto the bed.
"Haa…."
Thud—the bed creaked and swayed. The AC by the headboard beeped to life. Beep—beep—beep—beep—beep—
"…How low should I set it?"
"……It's hot."
The heat clinging to our bodies refused to fade. Thanks to cranking the AC down as far as it would go, cool air now blew over us. I closed my eyes, hoping the lingering warmth in the room would dissipate soon.
"Haa…."
Time passed awkwardly. We had no real purpose or plan, so all we could do was lie there blankly, killing time.
"……Ah, shit… it's cold."
"Ah… sorry."
"…Don't just say that. Turn the temperature up or something."
Park Eun-yeong grumbled while tugging the blanket up over her head.
"……Sleep?"
The words slipped out without any filter.
"…Whether I sleep or not is none of your business."
"……."
Since that was true, I shut my mouth again.
"Haaa…."
Maybe because of the cool AC breeze, sleep was already threatening to pull me under.
"…I'm going to sleep."
"……So what? Not like I care."
"…Yeah."
It felt too embarrassing to ask for new sheets, so I just grabbed an extra blanket and spread it over the bed. As the air grew colder, I regretted not taking two blankets earlier. It felt nice and refreshing now, but falling asleep like this would probably mean waking up with a cold.
Beep—beep—beep—
The heat that had flushed my face had mostly faded, so I turned the AC temperature back up a bit.
"Hng…."
Back-to-back climaxes. It wasn't that many compared to my usual sessions, but the quality was completely different from just jerking off. That was why the fatigue felt far heavier than anything masturbation could produce. I shifted into my usual comfortable sleeping position, turning onto my side instead of lying flat. My body now faced the wall where Park Eun-yeong lay.
"……."
"Haa, hng… haa…."
The blanket twitched slightly. It was still pulled all the way up to her head, and irregular breathing sounds came from within. The curves of her body were clearly outlined beneath the fabric. I felt like I could see her inside it, as if the blanket were transparent.
"……Sleep?"
"……."
The blanket that had been moving just moments ago suddenly stopped. Her breathing halted too.
"……I asked if you're asleep."
"……."
Maybe I was the one making things awkward. Truthfully, it wasn't much different for me either. But being so blatantly ignored like this… that stung a little in its own way.
Shuffle—shuffle—shuffle—
I crawled closer. Now the distance between us was close enough to touch if I stretched out my arm.
"Hey, Park Eun-yeong."
"……."
Still no answer. She definitely wasn't asleep.
"…Already asleep?"
Since she seemed to be pretending, I felt a bit annoyed—and strangely playful.
"Hey, are you asleep?"
Tap—my hand touched her body. Park Eun-yeong flinched in response.
"Ah…."
The soft, supple skin under my fingertips. Like I was already addicted, I reached out again.
Tap—tap—
"……Hng!"
She held out for a moment, but soon let out a stifled moan and twisted her body. She shoved the blanket off her face and glared at me with a deeply furrowed brow.
"Hey! I said I was going to sleep! So please… stop touching me…."
Her face was flushed, whether from the blanket or the heat. Park Eun-yeong, annoyed, turned sharply onto her side, radiating an unmistakable "I'm not dealing with you" vibe.
"…Sleep well."
"……."
There was no helping that temper of hers. I stared at the back of her head and offered the ridiculous greeting before inching backward.
"Haa… hng… haaa…."
Park Eun-yeong must have been tired too—she soon started breathing evenly, her shoulders rising and falling in a small rhythm. But the change was so dramatic that it made me suspicious. Had she really fallen asleep that quickly?
I stayed on my side, watching her back. Her long hair was slightly messy. The line from her shoulders down to her waist, then the curve of her hips below—it was flawless in my eyes. I hadn't reached out with any bad intentions. It was pure curiosity. Unable to resist, I extended my hand again.
Tap—
Her shoulder trembled. But this time she didn't make a fuss.
Sliiide—
My hand glided down from her shoulder.
"Hng, hngh…."
Park Eun-yeong, who had been breathing softly, let out a whimpering moan. Boldly, I moved my hand to her breast.
"Haaa…."
She let out a deep sigh. There was no real resistance. Somehow, I'd expected that. So I squeezed her breast more firmly.
"Ah…."
I kneaded the soft, yielding flesh like a toy. Park Eun-yeong shifted a little but stayed still, offering no protest.
"Haa…."
The thrilling pleasure wrapped around me, and at the same time a sense of comfort settled in. It was a cozy feeling. Like being in my mother's arms as a child, suckling… though I had no actual memory of that. Still, that was the kind of comfort it felt like.
"Ah, aang…."
Of course, my hand wasn't gentle. And Park Eun-yeong's voice had taken on a suggestive tone.
"…I-I said I was going to sleep…! Hng, haaang…."
Finally, her tightly shut mouth opened. She whined at me—not quite a complaint.
"…Sleep. I'm going to sleep now too."
"Th-then move your hand… hng, hngh!"
The soft flesh overflowed between my fingers.
"If you don't like it… then touch me back."
I said it casually and grabbed one of her arms, pulling it behind her.
"Ah, aaa…."
Her hand rested on my pants, trembling slightly. Over my now-soft member, Park Eun-yeong carefully explored with her fingers.
"…Why… did it get smaller?"
The question sounded innocent enough in tone, but it still nicked my pride a little.
"It didn't get smaller… it's always that size…?"
"Ah…."
Her fingertips traced over the head through the fabric. Even with just a single layer of cloth between us, she kept touching me, whether she realized it or not.
"Ah, aang—!"
As payback for wounding my pride, I pinched her nipple and twisted it lightly.
"Hngh!!"
At the same time, her hand clamped down hard on my crotch—more precisely, she grabbed my balls in a tight fist.
"Ah, th-this is…."
"C-can you let go first…?"
A sharp pain shot through my lower half, enough to bring tears to my eyes.
"I-I didn't mean to…."
"Ah, I get it… so just move your hand, hng…."
The crushing sensation continued. Park Eun-yeong, glancing at me nervously, finally loosened her grip.
"…You started it first…."
"I didn't do it this hard…."
"W-well, anyway! You started it…."
The conversation was pointless, mostly just rambling. Probably because we were both exhausted and sleepy, so whatever came to mind just spilled out.
"Kyaa, kyaaaa!"
"Hng… let's really sleep now… I'm seriously sleepy."
Her sweet scent tickled my nose, and having her breast in my hand, there was nothing more I could ask for. I pulled her into a back hug.
"…It's stuffy. How am I supposed to sleep like this…."
Park Eun-yeong grumbled, but it was all talk. She stayed quietly nestled in my arms, offering her breast.
"…Good night."
"Hng, hngh…."
I whispered near her ear and kept caressing her body. Park Eun-yeong continued to fondle my lower half. Before long, we both drifted off to sleep just like that.