Chapter 38
He drove very slowly and very carefully, all the way from the busy commercial district to Gyeong-rok's Apartment.
Too embarrassed to look up, Min-ah gripped the blouse in both hands.
He wouldn't have seen us, right…?
It had clearly been an unreasonable command, and yet Min-ah couldn't refuse it.
There was power in Gyeong-rok's voice, in that air of having nothing to lose.
"We’re here. You can lift your head now."
Min-ah slowly raised her face. Thankfully, there was no one in the apartment’s underground parking lot.
She couldn’t even bring herself to ask whether she should put her blouse on, only watched Gyeong-rok’s face for a cue.
"Do you want to wear the blouse?"
"Y-yes…"
Her voice was tiny, almost crawling. Even though it was the sort of thing she obviously should have been wearing, she still had to ask permission.
"Fine. But... take off your bra. Leave it in the car."
Her heart seemed to drop straight through the floor.
Take off my bra... and wear only the blouse...?
Her fingertips began to tremble. But she didn’t let herself think too long.
Dragging things out here would only put Min-ah at a disadvantage.
If someone sees me... that would be bad. Hurry up, take it off... put on the blouse and go inside.
She slipped off the bra straps and laid it on her knees, then hurried to put on the blouse.
"Ahh…"
The unfamiliar sensation made her nipples harden immediately.
She was so embarrassed by that fact that she prayed Gyeong-rok wouldn’t notice.
"You’re very obedient. Good girl."
Gyeong-rok gave a quiet laugh and stroked her hair. Then he got out of the car.
Min-ah hurried after him and took the hand he held out.
"Hello. Is this your girlfriend?"
"Yes. Hello."
They ran into a neighbor by the elevator, but Gyeong-rok didn’t even flinch.
He returned the greeting casually, as though they were already acquainted, neither confirming nor denying anything.
Min-ah passed by with her head bowed low.
She prayed desperately that the neighbor hadn’t seen through the blouse.
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"Come in. Make yourself comfortable."
The moment they stepped through the door, the orderly air and the faint scent of a diffuser made her forget, for a brief moment, the anxiety she’d felt in the underground parking lot.
But that sense of calm had not been granted to Min-ah.
Gyeong-rok waited until she’d taken off her shoes, then took her hand gently and led her deeper inside.
He brought her across the spacious living room and stopped in front of a full-length mirror standing against one wall.
The two of them were reflected in its surface.
Gyeong-rok looked relaxed, almost amused, while Min-ah stood there in a blouse that made her nipples show through.
Unable to bear looking at herself properly, she lowered her head.
"I-I'm embarrassed…"
"Lift your head. And look at us."
Gyeong-rok’s low voice rang softly in her ear. Min-ah slowly raised her face to the mirror.
"Don’t we look good together?"
"B-but… I…"
Gyeong-rok only smiled quietly and said nothing.
"Unbutton the blouse."
Her hesitant fingers moved carefully.
One button after another came loose. Before long, the blouse slipped open with ease.
Because she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, her breasts were exposed through the gap.
"Good. Now hike up your skirt."
"Hng…"
She made a small sound through her nose and lowered her hand. Clutching the hem, she lifted it slowly and carefully.
When her neatly trimmed pubic hair came into view, Min-ah turned her head away.
"Tsk. You need to look properly."
Again, she couldn’t answer. But her face turned back toward the mirror.
She was fully dressed from the waist up and down, yet nothing was concealed. With no underwear on, her breasts and pussy were laid bare without mercy.
"Min-ah. Who was it that took off the underwear you were wearing?"
"That was... you…"
Gyeong-rok cut her off and answered for her.
"Not me. You took it off yourself because I ordered you to. Right?"
It was true. Min-ah nodded.
A deep, satisfied smile spread across Gyeong-rok’s mouth.
"Now. Do you want to take off the rest of your clothes too?"
His voice had grown softer, warmer. Min-ah carefully removed the rest.
Her fingers no longer hesitated.
That didn’t mean she felt no shame.
Her cheeks burned and it felt as though her heart had dropped all the way to her feet, but the sensation mingled with a strange arousal and took hold of her completely.
Her full breasts, narrow waist, and smooth body were reflected in the mirror.
Gyeong-rok said nothing, only watched her.
"Should I... take off the skirt too...?"
Even though she’d asked, Gyeong-rok didn’t answer.
As if to say, if you want to, go ahead; if you don’t, you don’t have to.
"...I’ll take it off."
Even without his answer, Min-ah carefully undid the skirt.
She had stripped away only two things, and yet she was now standing naked in front of Gyeong-rok and the mirror.
...I’m embarrassed. ...Why isn’t he saying anything…?
Gyeong-rok simply looked at her, not issuing any further orders.
Standing there and waiting for his next command, Min-ah’s body trembled little by little with shame and anticipation.
The Gyeong-rok who had been standing still moved behind her and wrapped her lightly in his arms.
His scent... is nice...
Min-ah wondered, idly, what perfume he wore.
The arms that had been around her waist slowly loosened, then drifted upward toward her chest.
"Hng…"
Without meaning to, Min-ah held her breath. In the mirror, she could see his hand approaching her breasts.
"Hnghh… hah… ah…"
A low moan escaped her, thick with tension.
Contrary to her expectation that he might handle her roughly, his touch was gentle.
As though he were handling something precious, he began to knead her breasts carefully.
When his index finger stroked along her areola, her nipples quickly hardened again.
...I felt it right away... I’ve never had this with Oppa…
As if he’d sensed what she was thinking, Gyeong-rok gave a quiet laugh.
"Can you feel it? I’ve barely touched you with my fingertips, and yet it looks like you’re feeling something other than nerves."
At his low voice, Min-ah’s breathing grew shallow.
Gyeong-rok’s caresses became bolder. With one hand he continued teasing her breasts, while the other reached down between her legs.
"Ahhh… hah… uh… ahh…"
Min-ah watched herself in the mirror.
Her face was flushed with pleasure, her lips parted slightly, and her body—just as Gyeong-rok had said—was responding faithfully, one part after another.
No... if I keep feeling this way...
Her body refused to lie, even if her mind tried to.
Gyeong-rok’s fingertips slowly stroked her pussy.
Without hurrying, he drew lazy circles, tormenting her at an unhurried pace.
Min-ah could no longer endure it. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned, burying her face against his chest.
"Kiss me... please."
Even after saying it herself, Min-ah could hardly believe the words that had come out of her mouth.
Her mind went white.
She was shocked that such a thing had come from her own lips, but she didn’t regret it.
"P-please…"
At her trembling, pleading tone, Gyeong-rok gave a light laugh.
"A kiss? ...Why should I?"
His voice was cold.
Min-ah went rigid at the unexpected answer.
Of course... I thought he’d do it…
Gyeong-rok’s reaction was nothing like what she had expected.
When Min-ah faltered and couldn’t answer, he twisted the corner of his mouth and said,
"If you want a kiss, then you need to take our relationship a little further."
His hand became even more blatant as it touched her pussy. Each time he used his index and middle fingers to part her opening and tease her clit, her breathing grew rougher and her legs shook uncontrollably.
"Hah... hng... ahh... mm... ngh…"
The last scraps of reason in her head had long since been blown away.
Min-woo’s face flashed through her mind for a brief instant. It didn’t stay there long.
"W-what... should I... do…?"
"When it’s just the two of us, call me Juin-nim. When it’s the three of us with Min-woo, call me Jagi."
Min-ah swallowed hard. The unfamiliar title of Juin-nim caught in her throat.
It was embarrassing. Awkward, too.
But the hesitation didn’t last long. Right now, she was just desperate for affection.
She wanted a stronger sensation than the one she was feeling now.
"J-Juin-nim... p-please... kiss me…"
Min-ah turned her head and looked up at Gyeong-rok.
"That’s right. Good girl."
Gyeong-rok smiled with obvious satisfaction and pulled her waist against him.
Then he kissed her softly and warmly on the lips.
He took her lower lip lightly into his mouth and slowly sucked on it, as if savoring the taste.
"Hngh…"
A breathless moan spilled from Min-ah’s lips.
The kiss was tender and yet filled with desire, and for a brief moment she even wondered how he had managed to hold back from this.
Helplessly, she was swept up in the rough motion. The only thing she could do was cling to Gyeong-rok’s neck and surrender herself completely.
As the kiss deepened, Gyeong-rok’s hands began to caress her body again.
"Haa… hah… haa…"
He pinched and twisted her nipples, then squeezed her ass so firmly it barely fit in one hand.
"Ahhhk… haa…"
Gyeong-rok slowly broke the kiss. Then, in a voice that held a trace more tenderness, he asked,
"Min-ah. What did I say was the most important thing in play?"
"Ngh... that... I tell Oppa everything…?"
Gyeong-rok nodded and stroked her hair.
"That’s right. So before we have sex, you should tell Min-woo, shouldn’t you?"
Min-ah hesitated, then nodded.
She still felt guilty about the fight they’d had because she hadn’t told Min-woo... and it was hard to disobey Gyeong-rok’s command.