Fishing (2)
The next day, Seonwoo headed to Park Yuna's officetel where she lived. He sat on the sofa and showed her the information he'd gathered from tailing her last night, along with a photo of Do Jihun.
"Whoa... she's really pretty... If she just put on a wig, I'd totally believe she was a girl. Totally my type!"
Park Yuna flashed a satisfied smile as she looked at the photo.
"The job I need your help with is simple. There's a chicken joint where Do Jihun works part-time. Starting today, you're gonna be a regular."
"A regular?"
"Yeah. Pretty, rich, kinda bitchy but actually sweet noona. That's your concept."
"Pretty and rich I can do, but what's with the bitchy part?"
"Heh, why? You are a bitch. A slave talking back to her master like that."
Seonwoo teased as he grabbed her breast.
"Y-you bastard... You don't even care when I talk back to you!"
Seonwoo kept toying with her breast and continued.
"Maybe 'cause you've been like that from the start? You acting all 'Master~ Master~' with honorifics now would feel even weirder."
He planted a quick kiss on her pouting lips. They went back to normal.
"From now on, break down Do Jihun's guard and win her over. Especially compliment her height and looks—her complexes—and build up her self-esteem."
"Sounds fun. Taming puppies is my specialty."
Park Yuna happily agreed to be his accomplice.
That evening, she showed up at the chicken place all dolled up. She deliberately sat at a table Do Jihun was serving.
"Hey, part-timer."
"Y-yes! Ma'am!"
"You're so handsome. Face like yours is wasted flipping chicken."
Do Jihun's face turned beet red at the sudden flirting.
"Th-thank you..."
Park Yuna smirked inwardly at his innocent, awkward reaction. From then on, she visited every day Do Jihun worked.
"Oh, you're here today too? Working hard, huh? Tip for being such a good kid."
She stuffed a few 50,000-won bills into his pocket at checkout. Sensing his sneaky glances during shifts, she thought he was cute and kept up the plan.
Around the same time, Seonwoo continued his pursuit of Do Dayul at the gym.
"Thanks to you, Dayul, working out's actually fun now. Pros really are different."
"No, it's 'cause you're so talented, sir. Anything else I can help with?"
"Oh, then how do you use this machine?"
Seonwoo pointed at the lat pulldown.
"This one? Like this. Let me demo."
Do Dayul sat and showed him. Seonwoo pressed right up behind her, feeling her shoulders and arms.
"Oh, so that's where the tension is... I can feel your muscles moving."
Her face flushed at the skinship.
"O-okay! Your turn, sir?"
Seonwoo took the seat.
"Yeah. Oh, form's good already. When you pull, squeeze here..."
Do Dayul stuck close, pretending to guide while rubbing her body against him teasingly.
A few days later, Park Yuna timed it for closing and waited, nursing drinks and faking a buzz with extra beer.
"Jihun!"
Do Jihun rushed over from cleanup.
"Noona, keep me company! So bored."
She patted the chair opposite. He hesitated, then sat.
She vented about work, no time for guys, drawing him out.
"Y-you're pretty, noona, so you'll find a great boyfriend soon."
Do Jihun offered timid comfort. Hook, line, and sinker.
"Then..."
Park Yuna stared into his eyes.
"Wanna date noona?"
"Wh-what?! N-noona! You've had too much beer!"
His face exploded red.
"Nah~ Noona holds her liquor. Jihun... the more I see you, the hotter you get. Freshly legal, working your ass off... totally my type. What do ya say?"
He'd crushed on her already but held back from low self-esteem. Her "sincere" confession broke him.
"M-me too... P-please take care of me...!"
He bowed, voice mosquito-small.
"Kyaa! Too cute! Noona'll treat you right!"
She hugged him, shoving his face into her chest. Shy guy Jihun froze.
Just like that, they were dating.
Back home, Do Jihun bragged to his sister with Park Yuna's photo.
"Really? Awesome! My little bro's the man! You just needed to meet people—you're a catch!"
Do Dayul cheered his first romance genuinely.
"Actually, noona's got a crush too! That hot, ripped client! I'm gonna make it work with him!"
"For real? Hope it works out for you too, noona!"
The siblings rejoiced in their fated loves, cheering each other.
"Oh, you reeled her in good. Nice work."
"Of course. What's next? Fuck her already?"
"Nah, not yet. Build skinship naturally, tease with foreplay... right up to the edge, but no penetration. No cumming without your say-so. Manage her tight."
"Got it. That'll be even more fun."
Park Yuna laughed, delighted.
"Cool. Guess I'll step it up too."
The next day, post-workout, Seonwoo waited for Do Dayul changing out.
"Dayul, free after work today?"
"Y-yes? Oh, yeah! Totally!"
She panicked but beamed, unable to hide it.
"You've been so helpful... Not much of a thanks, but wanna grab dinner on me?"
"Yes! Love to!"
After shift, he took her to a pre-booked fine dining spot. Eyes wide like a kid in a candy store, she gawked at the luxury.
"Great value here. I ordered ahead—any allergies?"
"Nah, I eat anything."
"Evening vibes, wanna drink?"
"Sure!"
Food and wine arrived; she snapped pics nonstop. "Food's so pretty!" Dinner winding down, lightweight her face flushed, eyes misty on him.
"Dayul, had a blast. Can I treat you again?"
"Of course..."
She murmured drowsily, then mustered liquid courage.
"Um... wanna... rest a bit before going?"
Gotcha. Seonwoo grinned inwardly.
"Sure."
He led her smoothly to a nearby hotel room. Inside, he wrapped her waist, kissed soft. Foreplay kicked off; needy moans escaped her.
His Harem Scan confirmed her hotspots: clit and nipples. He targeted them.
"Haht! Ah! There... hngh...!"
Skilled fingers wrecked her; she writhed, climaxing quick.
Recalling her hidden desires—submission, service—he whispered in her ear.
"Dayul, your turn to help me."
He brought his hot length to her face. She gasped unwittingly.
"Whoa..."
Awkwardly, she took him in, sucking.
"Mmmph..."
As it glistened with her spit, he laid her on the bed.
"Here it comes."
He rubbed against her entrance. She looked up wistfully, then whispered resolute.
"I... um... this is my first time."
What? Virgin? With this body?
Seonwoo reeled internally but smiled gentle.
"It's okay. I'll go slow."
Tip first, careful entry. Tight, hot resistance. Forcing into untouched depths, her body stiffened.
"Hng...!"
Hymen tore—sharp pain ripped a scream-moan. Tears welled.
He paused, kissed soothing, whispered.
"Shh, it's fine. Pain's just a moment."
One hand stroked her wet cheek; the other hit her weak spots—circling clit soft, rolling nipples teasing.
"Haht... mmng..."
Pain faded to pleasure under his touch. Feeling her relax, he eased hips forward.
"Ah... hurts, but... weird... hngh..."
Pain mingled with pleasure sounds. Her body accepted him.
No more waiting. He pounded harder into her gasps.
"Ah! Aang! Yes! So good! Deeper, deeper...!"
Overwhelmed by first ecstasy, reason gone, she wrapped legs begging instinctively.
Her scream-climax hit; Seonwoo pulled out, painting her flushed face white.
Catching breath, he brushed sweat-matted hair, asked.
"Shower then round two?"
Do Dayul nodded shyly.
"...Yeah."