Chocolate Milk (2)
Yoo Ji-kyeong quickly bowed her head in greeting. “Ah, hello! I’m Yoo Ji-kyeong, class of ’16!”
“I told you not to do that…”
“Huh?”
“Guess you don’t remember.”
Seo Joo-hwan gave a wry smile and shook his head. It looked like Yoo Ji-kyeong remembered nothing. But that wasn’t the priority right now. He pulled the towel tighter around his waist and said, “Hey, mind if I go throw on some clothes in my room first?”
“Ah, you don’t have to put any—”
“Huh?”
“Ah, no. I’ll wait inside.”
Yoo Ji-kyeong stared at him with obvious disappointment before slipping into the room. Seo Joo-hwan turned and headed to another room, oblivious to her peering at his back through the door crack.
Haa. That ass is insane. So that’s what a guy’s ass looks like. Totally different feel from a woman’s.
How could she get to touch it just once?
*
Now dressed, Seo Joo-hwan called out to her. “Yoo Ji-kyeong-ssi. You can come out now.”
Yoo Ji-kyeong, who’d been peeking through the door crack, flinched in surprise before cautiously stepping out. She took a shallow breath to steady herself. She’d nearly blown it big time earlier from all the excitement.
“Stomach feeling okay?”
“Yeah. Slept it off a bit.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“…Sunbae-nim. Speak casually to me. You’re older and senior.”
Yoo Ji-kyeong said it awkwardly. Hearing “-ssi” from a senior three years older felt all wrong.
Seo Joo-hwan mirrored her awkwardness, scratching at the corner of his eye.
Yeah, at twenty, she wouldn’t be used to it.
In the army, unless you were tight, you called guys from other companies “ajusshi” or “[name]-ssi.” Same out in society. Polite for first meetings, age be damned.
But to a fresh twenty-year-old, it was alien. Hell, even in college, “-ssi” was rare past age gaps—the school bubble kept things casual.
Seo Joo-hwan nodded. “One favor, though.”
“Eh, uh? A f-favor?”
Yoo Ji-kyeong stuttered, face flushing. Shy, but her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Of course, the favor was nothing like what she hoped.
“Don’t call me sunbae-nim. Speak casually.”
Her eyes drooped at the letdown. Still, she pressed, “Even as your hoobae? Might look bad…”
“Nah, I’m cool with it—who’s gonna care? Hell, I’m begging. Please. My year’s already out thanks to that bar bullshit. Dreading tomorrow.”
Seo Joo-hwan grimaced at the memory. Fucking Baek Jeong-gi had blown his cover. Four others heard besides her. Newbies bowing tomorrow? Already sick of it. Didn’t need distance this early in the semester.
Reading his mind, Yoo Ji-kyeong smiled awkwardly. “S-so… banmal?”
“Yeah! Awesome!”
“Pfft. Ahaha.”
His over-the-top reaction cracked her up. They’d barely talked, but he felt oddly pure, unique.
Way better vibe than Baek Jeong-gi.
Baek had the looks, sure. Nothing else. Petty as hell, intentions transparent. She’d just gone along ’cause it matched her itch for quick sex.
They chatted a bit more. When she learned he’d piggybacked her all the way here, she screamed inwardly.
Aaack! I’m so damn heavy!
Yoo Ji-kyeong obsessed over her body. Failed pre-college diet led to killer yo-yo. Eternal regret.
“Huuing. Sorry, oppa. Super heavy, right?”
“Nah. Not really.”
Seo Joo-hwan forced an awkward smile, denying it. Not even a lie.
Knew it, but… can’t get used to this.
Yoo Ji-kyeong pulling cutesy aegyo? Impossible to process. He knew her prissy act, but pre-regression, it never hit him.
Drinking memories flashed: her unfiltered, bold chaos.
Sex sucks?!
No, how’d you know he’s my boyfriend?!
Boyfriend cheating’s the problem, right?
Yell at him, not me. Right, oppa?
Seo Joo-hwan shook his head. Her puzzled stare drew a soft chuckle.
“Ji-kyeong-ah.”
“Hm?”
“Shower first?”
“…Sh-shower? Why?”
“Not sticky? You sweated buckets sleeping. Too late to head home.”
Seo Joo-hwan tilted his head mid-sentence.
Does she live alone yet?
She did eventually, timing fuzzy. Freshman trauma blinded him to others. They clicked senior year.
“Solo living? I’ll drop you.”
She shook her head hard. “No! Showering now!”
*
Scrub scrubscrubscrub!
Yoo Ji-kyeong brushed like her life depended on it.
Grrrargh! Ptui!
Rinsed repeatedly, nuking the puke smell. Ten minutes of fury left minty freshness overpowering.
Just in case…
She checked her lips—no swelling. Good.
Off to the tub.
Shhh—
“Huu~ Bliss.”
Warm water soaked in, easing the haze.
“Even a tub. Could’ve filled it.”
Too long, too awkward in his place. Shower it was. Solid pressure, nice.
“Towel too. Sweet guy.”
Fresh toothbrush and towel from him. Guests often? Spacious pad for a student.
Scrubscrubscrub!
Foamy towel hit every inch, same frenzy as brushing.
She loved showers; skin flawless, no blemishes.
Just in case!
Privates got extra love. Now it was “definitely.”
Rinsed smooth with hands. Elastic skin gripped perfectly.
No body pride, but skin? Top-tier.
Even there fatty… ugh.
Showering off foam, she replayed the view.
Huge…
Longer than her middle finger, soft. Erect? Would it even fit?
“Body was hot too.”
First guy bod. Muscles carved wild. Pubic line to hips? Begging to touch, sexy.
Manly beauty apart from women’s.
Those back muscles turning away…!
“…Hak! Slurp!”
Snapped to, wiped drool. Rinsed privates again—hand had wandered. Sticky slickness everywhere, panic.
“Dammit. What’s wrong with me?”
Masturbation regular, sex drive high. But today? On fire.
“Good scent. Cologne?”
His faint aroma, unique.
“Scent kink, huh.”
Thinking it fired her up more. Legs twisting.
Pole shamefest mortifying, but led here—lucky.
Swish swish.
Dried off. Clothes time.
Brought panties.
“Hmm… options.”
Outers from him, left outside.
Decide: change out there.
Nude but panties, cracked door.
Not coming?
Slow grab panties, feet in sloooow.
Come on come on come look look look.
Wind’s favor? Creak—he to living room.
Deep bend, panties up slow, back to door.
“Ji-kyeong-ah, out…? Gasp. Sorry!”
Voice, door slam.
Saw? Bet he did. Got hard, right?
Smug grin. Body doubts or not, it’s woman. Plump not fat, skin ace.
Young guys pop anytime. Posed nude perfect? Reaction guaranteed!
Quick finish dressing. No loiter.
Pants sagged huge.
Even better!
Top baggy too. White tee hung to ass. Loose neck flashed collarbone, covered thighs third—no pants vibe complete.
Gulp. Knock his door.
“O-oppa. Okay to enter?”
“Yeah. Come in.”
Awkward him inside.
Sheepish grin. “Sorry. Figured you’d change in here.”
“Ehehe. Fine. Meant to sh— I mean, my bad.”
“Whew, good. But… those pants?”
“Way too big.”
“For real? That’s my smallest.”
Troubled face. But she caught his eyes flick her legs.
Looking. Look look.
Quick avert—instinct, not deliberate. Shame. More okay.
This oppa… not herbivore, right? Body screamed carnivore.
Gulp down drool.
Then—he stood.
Sitting eye-level shot up.
Man towering.
Step closer—space shrank.
She flinched, eyes squeezed shut.
Not ready yet… okay, set!
Quick mental reset, slight head tilt up. Tiptoes for height gap, lips pursed cute.
…
“……?”
Nothing. Voice from behind.
“Ji-kyeong-ah, whatcha doing?”
He’d circled to living room.
Frown flash, turn with smile.
Hand extended. “Here, take this.”
“What’s… chocolate milk?”
Eyes bugged. How’d he know?
Puzzled stare—he grinned. “Saw you chugging morning. Like it?”
“…You saw? Bought for me?”
“Yup. Muttered ‘choco milk’ on my back too.”
“Eek!”
Horror.
You pig bitch! Even asleep?!
Vomit face, bedhead mess—not enough? Drunk choco babble too. Peak pig.
Shame burned her cheeks.
“Love it too. Drink, settle the gut.”
“Mm…”
Straw poked in—couldn’t refuse. Plus, fixed nausea.
Slurp slurp.
So good…
Sweeter today somehow.
*
Seo Joo-hwan sprawled on the bed. Offered it to her; she flat refused, took another room. More hassle, no face left.
Blanket handed off.
Her youthful face popped up—chuckle escaped.
“Cute. Youth or priss mode.”
Closer, might flip.
Not bad either.
Dipped in memories, then pulled her status.
“…Sado-masochism?”
Seo Joo-hwan bolted upright, shocked. Other fetishes aside, he knew this one. Famous kink.
> It’s not just plain masochism. It’s Sado-masochism, combining sadism and masochism.
> As you know, Sadism is arousal from inflicting pain—dominance, superiority, thrill from their suffering.
> Masochism is the flip: enjoys pain, humiliation. But not blanket abuse—only specific sexy contexts. Random torment annoys even masos. Careful.
“Ji-kyeong-ah has that?”
Didn’t fit. Sadism maybe, stretch. Masochism? No way on that fireball.
But Lucy differed.
> Add Algophilia (pain-to-arousal fetish)—masochism dominant here. Low grade, so no extreme pain.
“Haha…”
Seo Joo-hwan let out a dry laugh. Peering into hidden kinks felt like cracking Pandora’s box.
Her, a maso? Wild.
“Last one?”
Recovered quick—seen weirder fetishes aplenty.
Lucy on the final.
> Somnophilia—you know it well.
“Huh? First time hearing.”
> Think Im Su-hee.
“Su-hee noona?”
Im Su-hee flashed: killer curves, apple hips prime.
Lucy continued.
> Somnophilia: sleep fetish. Arousal from sleeping partners. Thrill in doing it without waking—reverses too.
> You’ve been victim to it.
“Ah!”
Im Su-hee no somno, but sleep-fucked him once. Yoo Ji-kyeong had it?
Eyes to door.
“…Lucy, somno likes being jumped too?”
> Varies… but high odds for her. Maso combo.
Seo Joo-hwan nodded, staring at the door.
Her sleeping next room.
Jump her now?
Fleeting urge. Pent-up days. Mongma God’s Blessing morning amp didn’t help.
Skills plus blessing—overcharged.
Crotch throbbing already.
“Fuck it!”
Flopped back. Past-life sole friend—what kinda thoughts?
Sex fine. But somno/maso didn’t guarantee sleep-jump love. Possibility only.
Hate it? Rape.
“…Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra. I am Buddha.”
Living Buddha tier?
Shook it off, eyes shut.
*
Meanwhile, Yoo Ji-kyeong.
Death-glaring the door like she’d smash it.
Why not come! Why no jump!
Odd sending her off—no action.
Post-shower? Nailed it. What now?
Blanket drop, flashed cleavage on purpose! What?!
Inward curse storm.
Fucking eunuch. Won’t eat when served! Hot bod, big dick—useless if limp!
Waiting braless, no sign.
No door creak.
Would spread wide if he pounced.
Squelch squelch.
“Hng. Ngh.”
Hand to crotch. Unbearable.
Dripping before touch.
“Haak. Haa. Harder… shove deeper…”
Imagined his clear view. Huge soft. Erect? Fist-length min.
“Hng… mm… ahn!”
Girth? Finger too thin. Middle, ring in hole.
Enough? Index too? Too thick maybe.
Squelch squelch squelch!
“A-ah, hng~!”
Light climax shudder.
Legs twisted. “Not enough…”
No satisfaction. Vowed sex tonight, times over. Body prepped.
Hand too weak.
Swish.
Slow rise. Creak—out. Hand to his door.
Creak—click.
Shut. Phone glow lit the bed.