Yeoryeon's Irresistible Temptation
The soft, squishy sensation pressed against my lips. A deep kiss filled with affection.
"…!"
Startled by the sudden intimacy, I widened my eyes and pulled back.
With a smooth motion, she parted her lips from mine and whispered softly with a wistful expression.
"…My first kiss…."
She glanced at me with half-lidded eyes, her gaze subtly inviting.
The faint, seductive scent wafting from her made me swallow unconsciously.
Was she always this beautiful?
I'd known she was pretty from the start, but feeling her this magnetically alluring was a first.
This isn't right.
For a moment, my resolve wavered, but I shook off the temptation surging through my mind and pushed her away.
"…That's enough."
If we crossed that line, we couldn't stay just friends anymore.
Well, our relationship was already too ambiguous to call it simple friendship.
Still, there were boundaries.
Above all, I didn't want to do something irresponsible with someone who wasn't even my girlfriend.
"…We'll pretend that last part didn't happen…."
That was when it happened.
Han Yeoryeon grabbed the front of my shirt and, before I could stop her, yanked off her top.
"Hey, hey!"
Panicking, I covered my eyes and tried to stop her.
"Put your clothes back on! You'll regret this for real!"
But she didn't stop there.
With a rustle, she took off something else and tossed it onto me.
"…!"
Peeking through my fingers, I saw a still-warm bra she'd just removed.
Is she for real?!
People's hearts could be so fickle. My heart pounded wildly from her relentless provocations.
One part of me screamed that this crossed the line, while another wondered if it was right to forcibly reject her when she'd gone this far.
As reason and instinct clashed fiercely in that moment of indecision—
Thud. She tossed something else at me.
This time…
It was her freshly removed panties.
"!!!"
Shocked, I instinctively looked at her.
Wow.
I lost myself in the sight of her fully exposed body, shy yet unashamed.
Her ample breasts that one hand couldn't fully grasp, her smoothly defined abs, and her tightly clenched thighs—it was too stimulating to look away.
"…What do you think?"
Sensing my gaze, she shook her hips teasingly, as if showing off.
"Wanna… have a taste?"
In the end, instinct won. Utterly aroused, I warned her.
"…You're the one who started this."
With that, I lost all reason.
* * *
After that, Han Yeoryeon and I slipped into an even more delicate relationship.
Not quite friends, not quite lovers.
It was closer to what people call 'partners,' but still leaning toward lovers.
A truly awkward, intimate dynamic.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm good with things like this right now? Hehe."
Even so, Han Yeoryeon assured me this was perfect as is, easing my concerns.
She was probably being considerate of my reluctance toward a full relationship.
I felt sorry for making her wait again, but also grateful.
Someday, I'd definitely repay her patience properly.
And that chance to repay her came sooner than I expected.
Is this the place?
The next day, at Han Yeoryeon's request, I headed to her school.
I had nothing better to do as a temporary bum, so I gladly accepted.
Everyone here's around my age.
Being a university district, there were lots of people my age—unlike me, a jobless guy, they were all students, which made me a bit envious deep down.
"Yuchan!"
How long had I been standing there blankly when Han Yeoryeon waved enthusiastically from afar and approached.
She's got some friends with her.
A few companions in tow.
"This is my boyfriend!"
"Hello."
She naturally introduced me as her boyfriend to her friends.
I couldn't explain our real relationship, so I quietly played along.
"I've heard so much about you from Yeoryeon!"
"Oh my, you're even more handsome than I imagined. Nice to meet you."
"Whoa, you're tall…?"
Had she been talking about me a lot? Her friends shot her envious glances.
"We're going to grab some food—wanna join?"
"If you have any friends worth inviting…."
"What are you saying! Ugh, you're so clueless…. Sorry, my friends are being rude."
"No worries. Let's eat together sometime when I'm free."
"I'll be waiting! You have to!"
"Don't forget your friends too…!"
"As if I'd bring them."
"Hehe. Well, we'll head out first!"
Boosting her image like that didn't feel bad at all.
…Though introducing me as her boyfriend without asking was another matter.
"I'm your boyfriend?"
After parting with her friends, I narrowed my eyes at her as she slyly linked arms with me.
She responded shamelessly, feigning innocence.
"No? Male friend. Boyfriend. Right?"
"Is that how it works?"
"Yeah. It is?"
She was trying to gloss over it, but I let it slide.
"Anyway! Where to now? Eaten yet?"
"Where? Home, obviously."
Since I'd only come to pick her up, I figured we'd head back.
But she shook our linked hands playfully and dropped a loaded line.
"Doing it at home's a pain to clean up."
"…Huh?"
"Huh?"
Han Yeoryeon tilted her head innocently, big eyes meeting mine.
This girl… no way.
Realizing her meaning late, I stared at her intently.
She giggled and naturally led me toward the bustling streets.
"Didn't know I called you for a date?"
"You just said pick you up."
"You're already here—might as well date!"
"Only bars around here."
"Motels too?"
I was speechless at how casually she mentioned a motel.
She pulled something from her bag, flashed it, and whispered seductively in my ear.
"Brought protection today~."
"Protection?"
"Yup! The kind that lets us go all out. Hehe."
"When'd you even get that…?"
"Does it matter? No need to wear it—that's the point, right?"
Han Yeoryeon pressed my arm against her chest with a lewd glint in her eyes, provoking me.
"If you don't wanna, just wear it."
Her antics had gone too far—I needed to put her in her place.
"…You need a good spanking."
"Hehe. Spank me hard~."
In the end, I fell for her again.
* * *
They say late bloomers are the wildest.
Han Yeoryeon, who'd bloomed relatively late, acted like a rabbit in heat year-round.
Her pace was so quick, she might actually be part rabbit.
Anyway, she visited my place almost daily or dragged me out, demanding skinship whenever she wanted.
Restrooms, room cafes, comic shops.
Not to mention my house or motels— even the park near her place.
It'd been ages since I felt this drained.
Not content with that, she started dabbling in costumes.
She mastered every kind of play effortlessly.
Progress is way too fast.
She learned at a monstrous speed.
Well, this much is… fine, I guess.
Even so, I could only find her actions cute because she fully respected my life.
"Yeah. First time since high school?"
"Okay! Talk later."
"Sure."
She never meddled in what I did.
As long as I explained, she trusted me completely.
Some might say she seemed disinterested, but to me, it felt like deep trust.
Maybe we could just keep going like this…?
Naturally, I started trusting her more too.
"Hey, Jooheon! Over here!"
"Yo, Kang Yuchan. First time since graduation, huh?"
It was one of those days I met up with a high school friend to catch up.
"Host bar? Crazy. I can't even get a job there."
"Want the boss's number? Still got it."
"Nah, I'm good."
As we downed drinks and shared updates, he suddenly asked about Han Yeoryeon.
"So, how's it going with Yeoryeon these days?"
I'd gotten close to Kim Jooheon through her—he liked one of her friends and I'd given him love advice sometimes.
"Eh, just hanging out as friends."
I answered casually while refilling his glass, but…
"Dude, you don't have to hide it from me."
He said something baffling.
"Hide what?"
"You and Yeoryeon dating. I know."
"Uh… what?"
"…What's with that reaction? You're not?"
Kim Jooheon looked confused as he explained.
Rumors had spread among our high school alumni that Han Yeoryeon and I were dating.
"Who said that?"
The source?
"She posts pics of you two on Insta all the time."
Her SNS.
"For real…?"
"You didn't know?"
Turns out, she'd been steadily uploading our photos, sparking the rumors.
This girl…?
Once I pieced it together, I checked my phone right after drinks to confirm.
"You posted our pics on Insta?"
She fired back as if I was the clueless one.
"You asked me…?"
Her confident tone gave me pause.
Did I really say okay…?
I doubted my own memory.
"M-maybe…?"
In the end, it boiled down to me forgetting.
And so, I muddled along as Han Yeoryeon's not-quite-boyfriend.
Until one day.
Pretty slow today.
I was at my new convenience store gig, waiting for my shift change.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
Suddenly, my phone rang—Han Yeoryeon.
What's up?
We'd agreed no calls during work unless it was urgent.
Seizing a lull with no customers, I answered quickly.
"Yeah. What's going on?"
"Y-Yuchan! Sorry to bug you at work…. Got time tonight?"
Her voice asking about my schedule sounded oddly stiff.
"Yeah, free tonight. Why?"
And the reason…
"W-well…. My little uncle and aunt want to have dinner together…."
"…Huh?"
It was an invitation to dinner with her parents.