The Seong Jieun I Don't Know
The kiss went on and on. I had no desire to stop. Jieun's breath, her wet tongue, the soft body filling my arms — there were far too many reasons not to let go.
"Dojun, I'm cold."
January just wasn't the weather for lingering outside. I carefully stroked Jieun's ear, flushed red from the cold. The small ear slipped neatly into my palm. She nuzzled her face against me like a puppy, clearly pleased. She didn't say a word, but the request for more came through loud and clear.
Thinking about it, it had been the same when we kissed at the hotel. She never pushed forward aggressively, but she'd quietly offer up the spots that felt good, as if asking me to keep going. Maybe Jieun was the type to hand over the initiative when it came to physical intimacy.
That's interesting.
This side of her was actually pretty unfamiliar to me. Which made sense — we were friends, not lovers. If we hadn't ended up mixing our bodies like this, I might have gone my whole life without knowing.
"Let's go inside."
A moment later we headed back into the shop. We told Shin Jeongwoo and Heekyung we were leaving, then walked out. Shin Jeongwoo's face crumpled, but what could he do? Jieun had no intention of getting a boyfriend, and I wasn't about to share. All things considered, cutting this gathering short was the right call.
After leaving the shop we walked the streets for a bit before ducking into another bar. There, just the two of us, we started a new round of drinks.
"What I said earlier still stands, you know? I'll take responsibility, so drink as much as you want."
I felt bad about making Jieun uncomfortable earlier, so I cranked my energy up a notch higher than usual. We talked about food, fashion, movies and dramas — everything except politics. Having a familiar conversation partner made it more comfortable than any gathering I'd been to.
But get too comfortable and you start looking for a fresh jolt. Something like Seong Jieun having sex, or Seong Jieun touching herself — the sides of her I didn't know.
"What's it like when we kiss?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"How does it feel. You don't hate it or anything, right?"
Maybe it was the alcohol. A question I never would have asked sober came out easily. Jieun hesitated for a moment, but eventually opened her mouth.
"I don't hate it."
"And?"
"Um, I can't really explain it. When you put your tongue in, it just feels... weird. Like I get turned on. Down there, it starts to tremble."
As she said it, Jieun dropped her gaze. I was very curious about exactly where "down there" was, but I didn't ask. I had a pretty good idea.
So that's why she keeps grinding her lower belly against me whenever we kiss.
It occurred to me that Jieun might have a stronger sex drive than I'd thought — and that she might be more sensitive to stimulation, too. I wanted to know more about her thoughts on intimacy, her tastes, all of it.
"This is the first time we've talked about this, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It's a little awkward."
"But I want to know more. What you like, what kind of fantasies you have, or what you don't like."
"...You'll find out soon enough, won't you?"
"I'll look forward to it."
I meant it. I was dying to know the other face hiding behind Seong Jieun's.
Then it was Jieun's turn to ask.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"My, um, body and stuff."
It was embarrassing, but not a question that required any thought.
"I like it. You're so pretty."
"...Be more specific. I told you mine."
Jieun wasn't going to be satisfied with that. She dug deeper. The fact that we were even having this conversation was proof we were definitely drunk. I thought back to the hotel.
"Ahem. Well, first of all, your skin is incredibly soft. Like it's melting. Super feminine. And your breasts are big."
"Aren't my breasts too big?"
"No. They're perfect right now. Any guy would lose his mind."
"Really?"
The corners of her mouth lifted. The compliment had landed.
"Keep going."
"Your hips are wide, too — super sexy. Plus you've got long legs. Doesn't even need saying."
"So everything's good, huh. Are you even being honest?"
"I told you. I like it a lot. You're pretty. You already know that."
Part of me wanted to put it in cruder terms, but I decided this was enough for tonight. I finished off the inadequate words with a thumbs-up. I also figured I should cool the heating atmosphere a bit, so I left her with another reminder.
"Oh, and about us. If you ever feel uncomfortable or upset, tell me anytime. Even if it's not about this — I'll still help you. You know that, right?"
But Jieun just shook her head, so calmly it made my worry look silly.
"No. I'm fine. Honestly, I was worried too. Whether I'd be able to adjust."
"And?"
"Strictly speaking, I'm like a whore, aren't I."
"...And?"
She even used a blunt expression I hadn't seen coming.
"So it's not like I had zero worries. But once I actually did it, it didn't feel like that big a deal. Ah, of course I'm a special case. The only person I'm with is you, and you're my favorite friend. You look out for me a lot, especially with money. Anyway, it's like easy mode in a lot of ways. I might even be able to enjoy it? Hehe."
She was rambling, still not fully sorted out, but I got the gist. Feeling considerably lighter, I looked around the table. We'd had a decent amount to drink, we'd shared things we normally wouldn't, and it seemed better not to overdo it tonight. I still hadn't figured out her alcohol tolerance, but just knowing she could handle two bottles of soju without falling apart felt like enough of a win.
"Want to get going? Or do you want more to drink?"
"No. This feels just right."
Luckily, Jieun felt the same. We left the bar and walked around for a bit, then flagged a taxi to go home. The alcohol hit us late, and we leaned halfway against each other the whole ride.
"We're here."
By the time we reached the neighborhood it was already dawn. Everything around us was pitch dark. We lived in the same building, on the same floor, so we went into the apartment together. We passed through the dark hallway, rode the elevator, and finally arrived at our respective doors.
I didn't want to say goodbye just like that.
"Come here."
I stepped down one stair, hid myself in the darkness, and tried for another kiss. We ate at each other's lips, sharing wet tongues. Suddenly I remembered what we'd talked about over drinks.
Is it here?
I pushed Jieun against the wall and pressed my body firmly against her lower belly. I could feel the soft flesh, and something beyond it.
"Mmph...!"
Jieun's breathing grew rougher, excitement taking hold. She even let out sounds that were almost moans.
God, this filthy girl!
The reaction was stunning. It felt like I'd peeled off one of her masks, and I liked that. I wanted to shove my hand down her pants right then and check her pussy. If this hadn't been a filthy apartment stairwell, I might have gone looking for her bare skin.
Then Jieun broke the kiss and spoke.
"Want me to do that for you?"
"That?"
The word was so vague I had no idea what she meant. Jieun glanced around, then whispered in my ear.
"Want me to suck you off?"
"What?"
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I never imagined Jieun would offer a blowjob without me even asking. I was so shocked the alcohol practically evaporated.
"Do you even know how?"
"I studied. Audiovisual materials."
"You sure you're okay with this?"
"You did it for me."
Jieun really was a decent woman who understood reciprocity. She remembered that I'd gone down on her at the hotel. Her thoughtfulness left me genuinely moved.
"And I have to do this kind of thing anyway, right?"
"...Yeah."
I couldn't bring myself to say no, that she didn't have to.
I'll do plenty for you too!
Instead I vowed to give back everything I received. I carefully undid my belt. My cock was already fully hard.
"Be careful."
Before I knew it, Jieun had squatted down between my legs. She took my cock in her hand. Her slender fingers slowly traced along it, as if gauging the size and shape by touch alone in the surrounding darkness.
Holy shit.
With my vision blocked, even just her hand sent a dizzying rush of pleasure. Afraid my legs might give out, I gripped the railing tight. Then, as if she'd been waiting, a wet, hot sensation wrapped around the head. Jieun had finally taken my cock into her mouth.
"Whoa."
I forgot I was supposed to stay quiet. A groan slipped out on its own. That's how good it was. She didn't have any particular technique. All Jieun was doing was holding the head in her mouth and gently moving her tongue. And it was still incredible. For one thing, it was my first blowjob. For another, the person doing it was Jieun, and that made me happy.
This is on a completely different level from kissing.
If kissing had only given me emotional satisfaction, a blowjob delivered both physical pleasure and that same mental fulfillment. The wet softness of her mouth offered a primal kind of pleasure, and the act of having my cock sucked gave me a sense of dominance. I could get addicted to this. Precious time slipped by like that.
Wet, filthy sounds filled the darkness as Jieun's blowjob gradually intensified. I felt the urge to come building and instinctively grabbed a fistful of her hair.
I want to just finish like this.
I knew I should pull out, but the temptation was hard to shake. Caught between reason and desire, I ended up coming in Jieun's mouth.
"Jieun!"
She flinched at the sudden ejaculation, but quickly collected herself and swallowed it down with a gulp. I hurriedly pulled her to her feet.
"You okay?"
"Mm, it doesn't taste good."
"...Yeah?"
The way she treated swallowing cum like it was no big deal made me think the audiovisual materials she'd studied were probably Japanese AV. Either way, I felt bad, so I held her and stroked her for a while.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. I had fun too, thanks to you. And I ate a lot of tasty stuff tonight."
"Th-that's good."
Feeling ashamed, I quietly straightened out Jieun's clothes. I figured I should send her in before it got any later.
"Go on in. It's late."
"Okay, I'll go. Oh — if you need it, just say so. I'll do it anytime."
"Huh?"
While I was still processing that, Jieun opened the door and slipped inside. I stood there blankly, turning her words over in my head.
It seemed like Jieun was adapting to our relationship a lot faster than I was.