That Can't Possibly Be a Dick
A dick? No way. Something that huge couldn't possibly be a dick.
"Haa... haa... huh?"
He'd just gotten back to his studio, a doujinshi open in front of him and his dick in his hand, when a DM from Yu Siyoung landed out of nowhere.
"...The hell? Out of nowhere?"
They'd met for the first time today, and she was already asking him out for a drink. At nearly eight in the evening, no less.
'...Wait. Is this a green light?'
The thought surfaced, and he shook it off just as fast. No way a girl like her—an S-tier beauty, the best in the whole area—would be into an antisocial old loner like him.
"More importantly, is she even streaming today?"
He turned his phone on and pulled up the Naver Cafe.
"...Right. Day off."
So that wasn't a problem. He went straight into the Insat DMs.
"Hmm..."
Wasn't she supposed to be a total social butterfly? Hearing she had no one to talk to but him was a little unexpected.
Mm.
Yeah, juggling college and VTuber work would eat your whole schedule. The money, though—she probably had plenty of that.
The small talk ran on a little longer.
He did wonder why someone who already knew all that was still calling him out.
Mm. Maybe that joke had been too hard to land.
"..."
Just how strong a drinker was this girl?
"Sunbae! Over here, over here!"
"..."
Nine at night. He'd thrown on something decent and stepped outside, and there was Yu Siyoung waving at him from in front of the studio. Those two enormous masses on her chest waved right along with her arms—but he didn't look at those. Not really.
'...Fuck. Those tits are actually goddamn huge.'
More precisely, he tried not to look. Two watermelon-sized tits swinging like pendulums in time with her arms—how was he supposed to not look? His dick stirred, but credit where it was due: he at least held off a full hard-on.
"I told you I'd come to your place."
"Aww, but I'm the one who asked you out~"
"Still..."
"All the bars are over on this side anyway, aren't they? So it makes sense for me to come here!"
"Mm."
Hearing it laid out like that, she had a point.
"Anyway, Sunbae! Where do you wanna go?"
"Wherever you want. You're the one paying."
"I'm the one who called you out this late, so we'll go wherever you want!"
"Hmm..."
Where would be good? The deliberation didn't last. There was a place right out front that grilled savory pancakes to perfection.
"Then something light. Makgeolli and some pancakes..."
At his answer, Yu Siyoung's smile turned faintly sly. Of course that was only his imagination. Knowing her personality, it was just a faint little smile.
"Makgeolli?"
"...You don't like it?"
"No? I love it! Makgeolli's way better than soju, obviously!"
"Right?"
"Yeah! It goes down easy, but the alcohol's actually pretty high."
"...You want it high?"
"Sunbae, you drink to get drunk."
"..."
He had a bad feeling he'd grabbed the wrong end of this. He'd suggested it thinking they'd keep things light.
"Auntie! One assorted pancake platter and a bottle of makgeolli—no, make it two!"
"You got it~"
However this went, he had a feeling he wasn't walking away from tonight sober.
"Uuugh..."
His head was spinning. His mind had gone hazy, and there was even a dull migraine creeping in.
"You okay, Sunbae?"
"Huh? I'm fiiine! I'm not drunk!"
He said that, but honestly he felt pretty drunk. Then again, announcing he wasn't drunk at this point was also kind of weird.... Ah, whatever.
"...Hmm. Is that so?"
"Yeaah. But liiike, what'd you wanna talk about?"
"Uh... sorry?"
"You said, (hic), you had something to say. That's why you called me."
She'd insisted she'd talk once the drinks had a chance to settle, and off that promise he'd already killed five bottles of makgeolli. Not five between them. Five each. He'd put away at least this much; the least she owed him was actually telling him.
"Mm... the alcohol's finally hitting me a little, so I'll go ahead and tell you."
"Hitting you a little? Hah! I'm completely gone over here..."
"...Didn't you just say you weren't drunk, Sunbae?"
Huh? Had he said that? She was probably right....
"Huuh? That's riiight! I'm not drunk! I said I'm not drunk..."
"...Even if I tell you, I don't know if you'll remember."
"Of course I'll remember, (hic)! You know who I am?! One-eighty-eight tall, eighty-eight kilos, two years of MMA and three-plus years of boxing under my—"
"I get it, Sunbae. Then I'll tell you."
"So, (urp), can I get my hopes up?"
"It's not really something to get your hopes up about... um, you remember Hyeonsu, right?"
"(hic), Jang Hyeonsu? Who was that again..."
"You know. Today, to you, Sunbae, he..."
"Oh, right. That super famous... son of a— shithead?"
The second he drunkenly delivered the famous movie line in a full Kim Gwang-ryeol trailer voice, Yu Siyoung broke into a laugh.
"Pfft! Yeah, that... shithead."
"Why, (hic)? He do something to you?"
"Well, he didn't exactly do anything, but... between what he pulled on you today and everything else, I think he's liked me for a while."
"That—that bastard. I knew it."
"...You did?"
"Yeah. It all shows, I'm tellin' you. When you like someone..."
"Then what about me?"
"...Huh? What about you?"
"Nothing, Sunbae."
Guess he really was that far gone.
'The hell is she even saying...'
He couldn't make sense of the words, which meant he needed to clear his head a little.
"Siyouuung."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna step out, get some air real quick..."
And that was where his memory cut.
"...Why isn't he coming back?"
More than twenty minutes had passed since he'd said he was stepping out. Yu Siyoung paid the bill at once and went outside.
"Sunbae! Sunbae!"
She called for him as she searched, but the only response she got was a few men turning around, thinking she meant them.
"He's not even picking up... haah. Where did he go?"
Just as she was about to give up—
"Wait. Don't tell me..."
Something Yu Hyeok had said while they were drinking makgeolli flickered through her head.
'...I'll go check.'
She followed the road to the park near Yu Hyeok's studio.
"S-Sunbae!"
And there he really was, spread-eagled in the pavilion.
"Nnngh... krrrrk..."
"...He's completely wrecked."
She did wonder why he'd left without a word.
'...Then again, I'm the one who got him this wasted on purpose.'
She was the one who'd kept pouring for a man who couldn't hold his liquor, so getting angry didn't feel right.
"I'll just use this as an excuse to see him again later."
Not a bad plan, she decided.
"So what do I do now... Sending him straight home like this doesn't feel right either."
She ran her eyes over Yu Hyeok's body the way a hyena runs them over prey, and smacked her lips.
"Ugh, screw it. Should I just drag him home and fuck him...?"
The thought had only flickered past.
"No. Something like that has to wait until we're closer..."
Do that, and she could have his body. Nothing more. A man and a woman weren't truly joined until you had the heart as well as the flesh. To Siyoung, Yu Hyeok was the fruit of Eden—something she wasn't allowed to just devour whenever she pleased. Not that the ending would change. She would eat it eventually.
"Then for tonight, I'll just leave him like this..."
Her gaze, still traveling the length of him, snagged.
"...Huh?"
Something had risen, enormous, inside his pocket.
"What is this sunbae even walking around with in his pocket...?"
Her hand went to it before she could think.
"H-hiiik?!"
The soft, yielding give startled her so badly she yanked her hand back.
"Th-that... don't tell me that's a dick?"
Impossible. Something that huge couldn't possibly be a dick.
"Just once... let me check just one more time..."
She reached out again. She already knew it was a dick. She simply wanted to touch it. And just as she'd expected, something soft and yet unmistakably firm pressed back through her fingertips.
"No way. It's real..."
Yu Hyeok's dick had already taken over her entire head. How many centimeters was it. How thick around. How good would it feel to suck. And if she were mounted on that cock and fucked like a dog....
"..."
Only then did Siyoung realize her thighs were soaked through with her own slick.
And in the same instant—
"...Huh?"
His groin had swollen far beyond what it had been a moment ago. A minute earlier it had barely filled the pocket. Now the outline stood out, plain as anything, all the way to the inner thigh. A rough guess put it at twenty centimeters at the minimum. About eight inches.
"...Gulp."
Saliva slid down her throat. As if her throat already knew what it was meant to do, and had finished preparing.
"H-how about I suck it... just once?"
Siyoung's eyes fixed on Yu Hyeok's cock, rigid enough that it looked ready to punch through the thick denim.