Just a Little More
With a heart grown faintly heavy, I scrolled down the photo.
Her chest swelled as if it might burst straight through the screen, tapering into a narrow waist, and right beneath it her wide hips sat in perfect, eye-catching proportion.
…Gulp.
And last of all came the band-aid, neatly sealing away that cute little pussy.
That was the moment.
The second I saw that slutty pussy sealed shut, my cock gave a tiny, ghost-like twitch in answer.
Judging by the sensation at the base of my spine, it was the first warning sign of an erection.
“Fuck…”
The curse slipped out on its own.
Just one band-aid stuck on, and the difference was this huge…?
More than joy, a crushing wave of existential dread hit me hard.
Haa, Baek Jeong-hyeon, you crazy bastard. Even so, this is too much.
Then what the hell was all that getting hard to porn supposed to mean?
Those women were all non-virgins too…
Had the fact that Jeong Da-jeong wasn’t just some ordinary non-virgin—that she was a slut—been so shocking it wiped out, in a single stroke, every blissful hour I’d spent jerking off to those other women?
I slapped both cheeks hard.
They stung, but it was a decent way to wrestle my scrambled thoughts back into place.
I really had been falling for Jeong Da-jeong all this time, hadn’t I.
Honestly, I’d wanted to get closer. I’d wanted to grab a meal together, chat warmly on break—but it was painfully obvious she was drawing a firm line between us, so I’d decided not to get greedy.
Maybe that was why, without even realizing it, my interest in her had kept growing.
The problem was that our relationship had developed in a direction I never saw coming…
Mm. Better not think too deep.
What mattered was that if I just kept focusing like this, I might be able to get hard the way I used to.
I took hold of the limp thing that looked as drained as if it had already come three times in a row, and slowly started stroking.
There was no sign of that soft feel turning firm. The only pleasant sensation came in the brief moments precum leaked out; the act of stroking itself brought no pleasure at all.
But I was more desperate than ever, so I poured every scrap of my concentration onto Jeong Da-jeong alone and kept working my hand.
In this moment, the virgin pussy right in front of my eyes was my only hope.
The effect was incredible.
A certainty bloomed that if I could just push this ticklish sensation a little further, I could get hard—and I kept stroking without rest, lost inside the endless obsession that single word a little had created.
“Just a little… just a little more like this…!”
The problem was that the second my focus slipped even a fraction, the cock that had been slowly firming up would go soft again like a curse.
That part I could fix by just working harder to get it up again—but even for someone as desperate as me, there was no joy in staring at the same photo for three straight hours while shaking my dick.
“Ah…”
A deep sigh followed, and my hand fell limp.
If I gathered up all the precum I’d wiped away, it would look like I’d come three times already—yet my actual desire hadn’t been satisfied at all.
If anything, being unable to finish properly had only piled on more stress.
Thinking this is so fucking miserable I can’t do this anymore, I finished a half-hearted shower and collapsed straight onto the bed.
I felt wronged.
What crime was it to like virgin girls, that it had to torment me this badly?
At the same time, anxiety began to well up.
What if I never fix this for the rest of my life?
Am I going to die of old age without ever having sex even once?
Should I go to a hospital before it’s too late?
Thinking those thoughts, dawn arrived before I knew it.
Ah, I just wanted to cry my eyes out.
Maybe that was why, in today’s dream, I saw myself slumped over a cafe table sobbing, and her rubbing my back, soothing me.
“Huh?! Jeong-hyeon oppa, why are you suddenly crying?!”
“Really? It’s not too late, so just tell me honestly. Da-jeong will go find that mean person who made our oppa’s eyes water and make them regret it for the rest of their life!”
Apparently I answered that I was fine.
Jeong Da-jeong nodded with a look of relief.
“Since oppa’s saying that much, I won’t ask any more. Instead, I want to cheer you up, so I’ll give you a really, really nice present. Just stay still like that.”
She pressed in close, undid my belt and zipper one after another, then slipped her hand straight into the opening.
“Wooow…! It’s so big!”
What her hand caught and pulled free was, astonishingly, a fully hard cock.
“Even though we did it so much yesterday, oppa’s cock doesn’t seem tired at all. It’s gotten so hard.”
The way her fingers carefully caressed the head felt as stimulating as if it were real, and the breath she exhaled over my cock as she leaned down over my legs was far too hot.
“Mm. I’m not pushing myself. Da-jeong was so tired from the morning shift she just wanted to eat our oppa’s delicious cock right away. So… can I have a little taste like this?”
More than anything, watching her treat me like a lover stirred a strange feeling inside my chest.
As expected, I never got to feel the inside of her mouth.
Every time, I woke from the dream before any real act could even begin.
But this morning was quite a bit different from usual.
Instead of a wet dream, I woke with morning wood,
and as if answering the voice that called me so intimately—
Jeong-hyeon oppa
—it was gradually climbing toward a full erection.
Unfortunately, it didn’t even last a full minute before going soft again.
“Haaa…”
That one minute had been so intense that my mood turned deeply strange.
Normally I should have been bouncing on the bed with joy, but all I felt was unease.
What was this feeling, exactly?
This was clearly the moment I’d gained hope that I could completely bring Jeong Da-jeong to her knees and roughly succeed at getting the erection I wanted.
I’d even grown certain that if things just kept going this way, I would definitely get the result I desired.
And yet this satisfaction that had appeared now… didn’t seem to be what I actually wanted.
What the hell is this. This awful feeling.
It felt like if I just let a little more time pass, the “this sucks” would rapidly escalate into “this is fucking miserable.”
Was it simply the effect of pent-up desire?
Or was I missing something important?
I had a feeling I’d be tormented by that question all day long.
My steps toward the cafe felt heavy, and the thought of having to work with a Da-jeong who was her usual self—not drained dry like yesterday—made my breath catch in my throat.
Of course it did. The way she was now, the moment I gave an order she would strip and take some humiliating pose without hesitation, so from here on I was the one who had to clamp down hard on those dangerous urges.
I wasn’t sure I could pull it off properly.
My head was already a mess from what I’d experienced the second I woke up; if I ran into some nightmare customer and stress piled all the way to the top of my skull, I was genuinely worried I might do something weird right in front of the guests.
“Oh, oppa. You’re here early…?”
But a bigger problem had appeared.
Jeong Da-jeong’s whole atmosphere had completely changed.
Unlike usual, her made-up face looked as if she’d put real care into it—far prettier than anything in my memory.
I didn’t even know what other words to add.
Should I say her already large eyes looked even larger, her features even brighter…?
I slowly let my gaze travel downward.
Denim shorts that didn’t even cover half her thighs.
A white crop top cut deep at the chest.
It was a combination you could see often enough in crowded places, yet to me it landed as a shock of pure freshness.
“Wow…”
Just looking was enough to pull an automatic gasp from my mouth.
“What is it…? Does it look a little weird…?”
Even as she twisted this way and that to check her own body, her breasts bounced quite violently, snatching my gaze for a beat; after that I needed considerable willpower to skim over her attractive navel and the bare thighs below before dragging my eyes back up.
She was definitely pretty.
No—she was fucking pretty.
Even by my standards, with every inch of the bare skin under those clothes already burned into memory, the carefully put-together look in front of me right now looked even lewder than when she was fully stripped.
If I’d seen her dressed up like this before ever seeing her naked, I probably would have completely lost my mind.
“No…. It looks good. You’re pretty.”
I was answering with half my sanity already gone, after all.
“Really…?”
“Yeah. But won’t it be uncomfortable? Those shorts look risky.”
“I’ll change into long pants when I start my shift. I just wanted to wear something comfortable when there are no customers, so I brought a change of clothes.”
I answered with a small nod.
I’d been about to tell her that if she spilled a drink she might get burned, so if she had nothing to cover her bare legs she should go home and change into long pants—but at least when it came to work attitude, it seemed Jeong Da-jeong had returned to her perfect self.
“Let’s go in.”
When I opened the door she darted inside, then stood with her back to the counter and stared straight up at me.
“What? Something you want to say?”
“Um… th-that is…”
Jeong Da-jeong fidgeted with both hands clasped in front of her chest, hesitating for a moment.
Whether it was a habit or not, I’d seen her take that pose often enough in the past—but unlike before, when it only sparked curiosity, now the only thought that rose was how badly I wanted to reach out and grab those tits, crushed between her arms and swollen as if they might burst.
I slightly furrowed my brow and locked my gaze on her face.
And then I saw it: her head was tilted down a little, eyes fixed on something lower.
“We need to start getting ready to open soon, so how about saying it quickly?”
Only then did she flinch, lift her head, and offer an awkward smile.