Trip to Japan (1)
“Let's go overseas.”
With his decision firm, Seonwoo left the study and sank into the plush sofa in the living room. He opened his laptop and pulled up a world map, but he felt lost about where to head first. America? Europe? They seemed too far, with too much prep work. Southeast Asia didn't appeal to him for some reason.
Maybe start with the closest spot.
Just then, Chae Jiyeong emerged from the kitchen with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, carefully setting it down beside him. The rich aroma of beans filled the room.
“Jiyeong.”
Seonwoo tossed the question casually. “I'm thinking of going overseas. Wanna come? To Japan.”
Her eyes sparkled for a moment at his words. A flicker of excitement crossed her face, but it faded into regret as reality sank in. She shook her head softly.
“I'd love to, but... I don't think I can for a while. The cafe's busiest with university semester starting.”
“Just hire more part-timers. I can cover the cost.”
“It's something I do because I love it.” Chae Jiyeong smiled warmly, her happiness genuine. “Brewing coffee for customers myself, chatting with regulars— that's my joy.”
Seonwoo respected her simple fulfillment. He didn't push. “Got it,” he said, planting a light kiss on her forehead.
That's when Yoo Sori, fresh from her room, overheard and came bounding over with wide eyes.
“Oppa! Overseas trip? Where? Japan?”
“Yeah, thinking Japan. You know Japanese, Sori?”
Yoo Sori puffed out her chest like she'd been waiting for this. “Me, me! I wanna go! I wanna go so bad! I'm super good at Japanese!”
“Really? When'd you learn?”
Seonwoo asked, surprised. She stuck out her tongue playfully.
“Heehee, I got hooked on anime back in the day. Studied all night to watch without subs!”
Seonwoo burst out laughing at her cuteness. “Alright, let's go together. Gotta get passports first.”
A few days later, they headed to the district office side by side for their first-ever passports. In the photo booth, they cracked up at each other's awkward poses, sharing the simple joys of a normal couple.
On departure day at Incheon International Airport, Yoo Sori bounced around like a kid in the massive terminal she'd never seen before.
“Whoa! Oppa, look! That plane's huge!”
In duty-free, she clung to his arm, eyeing souvenirs. “Oppa, get me that on the way back? Pleeease?”
He nodded, charmed by her.
Seated in business class, she marveled at the clouds out the window. Seonwoo watched her fondly.
Soon, they touched down at Haneda Airport. Clearing immigration, Seonwoo flawlessly directed the taxi driver in native-level Japanese, thanks to his Language Genius skill.
The taxi door slid open smoothly.
Yoo Sori stared in awe. “Oppa, your Japanese is insane! Native pronunciation!”
“Just... studied a bit before.”
Seonwoo played it cool. The cab zipped through the city to their pre-booked luxury suite in central Tokyo.
They unpacked and hit the streets. Throngs at Shibuya Scramble Crossing stunned them; in Akihabara, Yoo Sori loaded up on anime merch. Dinner at a famous katsu spot had them devouring two bowls each, the melt-in-your-mouth flavor divine.
As night fell, they slipped into a cozy izakaya in a quiet Shinjuku alley. Savory snacks, cold beer, and sake—they savored Tokyo's nightlife.
Back at the hotel, buzzed from travel and booze, Yoo Sori pounced first. Fresh from his shower, Seonwoo felt her press against his back, her wet body grinding teasingly.
“Oppa, time to start the real fun, right?”
He turned with a grin, scooping her up toward the bed. Tokyo's glittering skyline framed their heated breaths mingling.
Seonwoo was gentler, more romantic than usual, cradling her tenderly. His lips explored hers softly, trailing fire down her jaw and collarbone.
“Nngh... Oppa, that tickles...”
Yoo Sori squirmed, her moan laced with coquetry. He lavished her sensitive nape and earlobe—licking, nibbling—making her shudder.
“Ahng...! Oppa, there... feels weird...”
She fussed but pulled his head closer, craving more. Reveling in her reactions, one hand kneaded her full breasts, the other dipping to her soaked pussy. Gentle strokes arched her back like a bow.
“Haht...! Oppa, hurry... put it in, please...”
Smiling at her plea, he eased his throbbing cock inside her slowly. She sighed in blissful fullness.
“Haa... so good...”
He rocked gently, lightly choking her throat.
“Eut..!”
Her pussy clenched reflexively. Worried, he eased off—but she panted, taunting him.
“Oppa... harder... choke me tighter... till I can't breathe...!”
At her lewd demand, he gripped again, smirking.
“I love you, Oppa...”
Yoo Sori drifted off contentedly in his arms. Seonwoo gazed at her sleeping face, then felt a sudden urge to wander the night streets alone. He dressed quietly and slipped out to Shinjuku's Kabukicho.
Neon lights and crowds brought a strange freedom. Then, a tug on his sleeve.
Turning, he saw a landmine-style girl in a pink-and-black lace dress. Black twin tails, short skirt revealing white stockings and high-heeled boots. She looked up shyly yet boldly.
“Oppa... looking for a partner? Wanna play... with me?”
Intrigued, Seonwoo activated Harem Scan on her.
A girl doing compensated dating, yet craving 'good wife' and 'peaceful life'—the irony hooked Seonwoo. He smirked predatorily.
“Sure. What'll we do?”
He walked Kabukicho's bustle with Amahara Rico.
“Papa-katsu?”
Her eyes flickered, but she nodded faintly. Seonwoo mused inwardly.
I've heard lots of girls do papa-katsu... but why's she so shy? Part of the act?
They strolled in neon silence to a love hotel alley.
“How much?”
“Th-thirty thousand yen...”
She mumbled. Seonwoo entered the nearest one without hesitation, picked a room via machine, grabbed the key. Rico glanced around awkwardly.
In the room, she headed straight to the bathroom. Seonwoo sat on the bed, puzzled.
Something's off. Why's she so awkward?
She emerged in a bathrobe, shampoo scent wafting from damp hair. She suggested he shower, but he declined.
“Showered before meeting you.”
He approached. She backed away, spooked. Seonwoo paused, sensing it.
“This your first papa-katsu?”
She flinched, eyes quaking, head dropping.
“Y-yes...”
“Hmm...”
He sat back on the bed. “Sit beside me.”
She obeyed hesitantly.
“Even for a first time, why so scared?”
Her face burned crimson, head low.
“B-because... it's my first...”
“So, first papa-katsu?”
Seonwoo tilted his head. But her vibe screamed something else. Realization hit; he chuckled.
Fuck, she means virgin?
“Wait. That 'first'—not papa-katsu, but no guy experience?”
She nodded minusculely, head still down.
“This is nuts...”
Seonwoo smacked his forehead, muttering in Korean. Rico's head snapped up.
“Korean?”
“Yeah. Problem?”
She shook her head vigorously, then spoke Korean fluently.
“N-no... your Japanese was so good... And I'm... Zainichi Korean. Second-gen. Dual citizenship...”
“Nice. Your Korean's solid too.”
The tension eased. They shared stories. Seonwoo admitted he'd made bank but never traveled abroad till now. Rico just repeated needing money—obvious lie.
“So, gonna do it?”
She hesitated, then steeled herself.
“Yes... I have to... I will...”
One-night stand either way. Her sad eyes tugged, but he ignored it. His hand reached for her bathrobe.