I Came Looking for It
"Huh?"
Before Seran even realized what was happening, my cock had already buried itself deep inside her.
Even though the remaining cum made movement easier than before, the pressure was still intense.
If I let my guard down for even a second, I’m going to blow.
I was engaged in a one-on-one showdown, staking my pride on the line.
"Ahh, ahn."
Every time I slammed into her, the moans spilling from her lips pushed the heat higher, and I felt the danger closing in.
If I keep pounding away like this, I’m going to finish first...
I wrapped both arms around Seran’s shoulders.
Her delicate frame looked like it might break if I so much as put a little force into it.
I started licking the sweat-slick skin of her neck.
The salty taste on my tongue didn’t disgust me; it worked like fuel, feeding the excitement instead.
With her being attacked from above and below at the same time, Seran’s toes curled all on their own.
My tongue traced slowly down the line of her neck, passed the turning point, and then began climbing up the softly rising hill of her chest.
Bit by bit, I bit at her breasts as I went, and when my tongue reached the stiff little peak rising at the top, it told me I’d reached the summit.
I took a large bite around her nipple.
It feels different from noona...
Seran was smaller than Yumi, and while her breasts were a little smaller too, they had a denser, more compact feel to them.
If Yumi’s chest had the soft, squeezable appeal of a stuffed doll, Seran’s had a taut, springy firmness. Each had its own kind of charm.
"S-student... I feel kind of weird... ahh... ahh... huuuh."
With the loudest moan she’d let out all day, Seran wrapped her legs around my body and came hard.
I stopped moving and held her as she trembled in my arms.
"Haa... haaah..."
After a moment, Seran let out a long breath.
But her body, stiffened by an orgasm she was feeling for the first time, didn’t loosen up so easily.
I started moving again, slowly this time.
She was biting down on me so tightly that I could practically feel her walls following every motion of my cock.
With no reason left to hold back, I let everything out in one clean surge.
Whoosh. Sssht.
Seran was still only breathing shallowly, her eyes closed.
She fell asleep before she even realized that my cum was leaking out between her parted legs.
This time, I was satisfied too. I figured I’d done a proper job of pleasing the lady, so after taking care of the slick mess leaking out of me, I carefully pulled a blanket over her sleeping body.
Leaving Seran asleep with the most peaceful face imaginable, I quietly went back home.
After returning, I leaned against the wall in case I might hear some sign of life, but until I fell asleep, there wasn’t a single sound from the other side.
Then, at some point, I heard a rustling sound outside and opened my eyes to find that dawn had already passed and morning had arrived.
...What was that sound? It’s too early for a delivery.
Staying wary, I opened the door, and there on the floor in front of my place was a neatly arranged breakfast tray sitting on a white serving platter.
It was a balanced meal of rice, soup, and a few side dishes, the kind that made me think of school lunches.
I looked around, but the hallway was still filled only with the cold air of dawn.
Then I noticed a note tucked under the rice bowl. Written on it in round, careful handwriting were the words, “Thank you for yesterday.”
The neighbor next door...
I almost went over to thank her in person, but then I decided that showing up at such an early hour would be rude to a woman, so I settled for silently sending my thanks toward the apartment next door.
After wiping out the unexpected feast, I started wondering whether I should go back to sleep in the drowsiness creeping over me—just then, one fact surfaced in my head.
"Come to think of it, today is..."
Between getting ready for class and worrying about a dozen little things before heading out, the time I’d thought I had suddenly felt tight.
I hurried to the lecture hall and barely made it on time. Glancing around, I naturally found Hayoung sitting in the same seat as before.
"Hi."
The only time I could meet Hayoung was during the once-a-week general-education class.
I’d spent a lot of time thinking about how to seize that precious chance, but after everything that had happened with Yumi and Seran, I understood something.
In the end, you only know how things will go once they actually start happening...
I erased all the plans I’d made and decided to focus entirely on Hayoung in front of me.
"...H-hi."
Hayoung answered my greeting a beat late, and after that she didn’t say much else.
After class ended, I held out my phone to her.
"Hm?"
"We should at least know each other’s numbers. It’ll be easier when we have to work on assignments later."
"R-right. J-just a second."
Flustered, Hayoung took my phone and entered her number with trembling fingers.
"If you’re free, do you want to eat lunch with me? It’s lunchtime now, and I don’t really have anyone to eat with."
"Uh... I guess that’s fine, but..."
When she still didn’t answer right away, I brought my hands together and pleaded.
"Please. I’m really bad at eating alone. I’ll buy today."
If you asked Hayoung what the easiest thing in the world was, she would probably have answered, eating alone.
So standing there in front of someone asking to eat together because he couldn’t handle solo meals didn’t make much sense to her. Still, she made a big decision to respect diversity.
"O-okay, then. Where should we go?"
"If nothing comes to mind, let’s go somewhere I like."
A little later, the two of us were sitting side by side on stools in a ramen shop near campus.
The counter seats we were shown to were so close together that we practically had to press our hips together just to fit.
This wasn’t what I expected...
I’d wanted to sit at a table because I knew Hayoung was shy around people, but it looked like it would be a while before a table opened up, so there was nothing to do but make do.
Every time our hips brushed, Hayoung flinched and tried to create a little more space, but she soon seemed to give up.
As she looked around the shop with a stiff, uncomfortable expression, her gaze eventually stopped on one spot, and I didn’t miss the chance.
"Do you like that comic?"
One wall of the ramen shop was covered with posters of characters from a comic series.
"H-huh? N-no... I mean... y-yeah."
Her face turned bright red, like she’d been caught doing something shameful, but she couldn’t exactly deny her favorite series.
"Oh? Really? I like that comic too."
There had been exactly one time in my past life when I met Hayoung outside.
It was right before graduation, when I’d decided that meeting face to face would be more efficient for wrapping up the assignment, so I saw her outside campus for the first and last time.
She was dressed simply, as she usually was, but one thing stood out: a keychain hanging from her bag.
I hadn’t noticed it during class because I never paid attention to accessories on her bag, but if someone as reserved as her still carried it around while knowing everyone could see, then she must really love it.
After getting this second chance, I scraped through my memories of Hayoung and managed to recall the character I’d barely remembered. I looked it up and found out it was the protagonist of that comic.
Once the topic turned to the comic, Hayoung lit up like a child and started chattering excitedly.
So there was a reason I read up on it.
Watching her talk so much it was hard to believe she was the same person, I smiled.
After rattling on for quite a while, Hayoung suddenly snapped back to reality as if a filament had burned out in a lightbulb.
"S-sorry. I was just talking all by myself... It’s the first time I’ve ever talked to someone about this comic..."
"No, I liked hearing about things I didn’t know too. But... how about we eat our ramen now and keep talking afterward? At this rate, it’s all going to get soggy."
The sadness of the two bowls of ramen, their steam already fading before our eyes, seemed to reach us.
"Oh, right. Wait—talk again?"
Hayoung’s eyes sparkled.
"Yeah. I still want to hear more. But first, let’s eat because I’m hungry. After that, how about we relax and have coffee while we keep talking?"
"O-okay! T-then I’ll eat well."
Her voice was too loud. She’d gotten so worked up that she’d lost control of its volume, and her answer echoed through the shop before being swallowed up by the noisy music.
"...That part."
"Right? Me too!"
"......"
"Um, customer? Sorry, but we’re closing soon."
"Ah, yes. Sorry. I guess we have to go now?"
"Huh? Oh... When did it get so late?"
Our little world only came to an end when an employee broke in and shattered the barrier around us.
I came prepared for this, but I never expected us to talk nonstop all the way to this hour...
Outside, now dark, the streets had already grown quiet, with only a few people still walking by.
The distance between us as we were practically chased out of the shop was noticeably smaller than when we’d first arrived.
"Where do you live?"
"Huh? Me? I’m renting near campus..."
"Really? So am I. It’s late, so I’ll walk you home."
"Oh, no, it’s fine. It’s not that far..."
"Still, it’s late at night. I’ll take you."
By then, Hayoung was looking me in the eye as she spoke without stumbling over her words at all, and I decided to take one more gamble and step a little further.
"I feel really bad... S-so let’s hurry."
"Huh? You live near me."
A little later, when we arrived, Hayoung’s place turned out to be less than a five-minute walk from mine.
"Thanks for walking me home. Um, th-this..."
It was obvious she had something she wanted to say. She scratched at her head with her finger and shifted from foot to foot.
"Why? Did you want to say something?"
After hesitating for a long moment, Hayoung puffed out her chest and said,
"C-can I... contact you?"
"Of course. Then let’s see each other again."
I turned away as casually as I could, hiding how excited I felt.
For Hayoung to say something like that first... maybe things really will go well.
My steps home felt light.