Do You Only Think Naughty Thoughts When You See Me?
I casually threw on some clothes and headed to the hotel entrance, where Haeun was already waiting. She looked stunning in a light trench coat over a knit top and skirt—pretty enough to turn heads from a distance. With her naturally superior looks, she was like a living photoshoot from afar.
Even passersby are checking her out.
Not just the hotel guests, but the staff too, stealing glances. Haeun ignored them all, quietly staring at her phone. As I got within about ten steps, she sensed me and looked up. Color bloomed across her otherwise expressionless face when she spotted me approaching.
"You're late."
She walked straight toward me, starting in with the nagging right away.
"I came right after your text. Aren't you the one who's too early?"
"Hmph."
She brushed off my words with a scoff.
"We're stopping by the convenience store I saw on the way. Hurry up and follow."
"There's one right next to the hotel, isn't there?"
"Not that one. FamilyMart doesn't have what I want. We're going to Seven-Eleven."
She snapped back at my teasing remark and took the lead. I fell in right beside her. Walking this unfamiliar street together felt strangely fresh, like a cool breeze filling my chest. I wondered if she felt the same. When I glanced at her with that thought, our eyes met.
"......"
"......"
"...What?"
"Uh, nothing. Just..."
I studied her face in silence for a moment, then broke the awkward vibe with a question.
"No mask?"
"We're in Japan~ My face isn't famous here yet, so it's fine."
"We said we'd wear one anyway."
"I know, I know~ But come on, it's suffocating doing the full getup—mask, hat, everything—every time we go out. My face isn't known here yet. Show a little flexibility, dude. Or should I say yūdori?"
"Passersby are all sneaking looks at you."
"Huh? For real?"
"Yeah, see?"
"No way, did one event already make my face famous here?"
She panicked a bit, pulling up her coat collar.
"Pfft, you think one event's enough for everyone to recognize you?"
"Right?"
"The YouTube ad video spread the word ages ago."
"Wha...? N-no, that can't be. You're messing with me again, right?"
"Check the country views on your ad video—Japan's got a solid number. Plus, tons of Japanese fans reuploaded your song clip."
"F-for real?"
"Yeah. And our MV racked up views in Japan too... Wasn't Japanese the first language to get subtitles?"
At my words, she hurriedly pulled a mask from her pocket.
"Dammit, why didn't you say so sooner? I didn't even think..."
"...But that doesn't mean passersby actually recognize you. They'd be asking for autographs if they did."
"......"
She glared at me, mask half-on.
"Y-you're messing with me agai—"
"But they are sneaking looks. Check it out."
She glanced around subtly. Every time her eyes met one of the guys who'd been staring, they'd flinch, look away, and hurry off—like they'd been caught red-handed doing something shady. Made me think Japanese people were pretty timid.
"Why's everyone glancing at me like that?"
"Why do you think?"
I leaned in close to her ear.
"'Cause you're gorgeous."
"!?"
Her face flushed bright red.
"You're the kind of girl who turns heads from face to figure—every guy passing by can't help it."
"W-well... yeah, obviously."
Her lips wriggled like a worm as she tried to play it cool, but she was desperately holding back her embarrassment. So damn cute. She'd heard "pretty" a million times, so why was her resistance this weak? She wasn't even Minji.
Come to think of it, she wasn't like this before...
"So, how's it feel... dating a beauty like me?"
She asked with a mischievous grin, so I grinned back.
"Love it. Feels amazing."
"...Tch."
She clicked her tongue and turned away. Probably wanted to fluster me too, but no chance in hell.
"Walking these night streets with a stunner like you feels great."
"Y-yeah, it should. Of course it should..."
"Just walking together has my heart racing like crazy. And then..."
"O-okay, I get it! Shut up. My bad for saying anything."
She folded after a little teasing. Was she this weak to compliments because of the training? I savored her flustered face as we walked in silence, soon reaching the Seven-Eleven. But she just passed it by.
"Haeun, we're here?"
"...Not this one."
She pointed behind the store with her finger.
"Th-that... place I saw on the way..."
There was a small park where she pointed.
"...What I wanna eat... is over there..."
With that, she tugged down her coat collar slightly. There, on her neck, was the familiar choker, temptingly on display.
The spot we entered with Haeun wasn't the park—it was a shrine. There was a torii gate straight out of an anime at the entrance. Past it and up a short staircase, a modest grounds welcomed us, fitting the small shrine. But there was a path around the back, leading to a dark little forest.
Not many people around, and hardly any streetlights—hardly ideal for a stroll. But that made it perfect for us right now.
"How'd you find a place like this?"
"Minji was watching something—said Japanese shrines always have walking forests like this? Isn't that standard?"
"No way."
I paused to look at Haeun.
"...But what was Minji watching, anyway?"
"Uh, just... a manga. Anime. You know she loves that stuff."
"A manga that's always got this vibe, huh..."
A forest behind a shrine at night? In manga or anime? A hundred out of a hundred...
"You watched porn comics."
"Huh? Wh-what're you talking about? No!"
"Only porn comics have this kinda atmosphere."
"......"
At a loss for words, she fired back.
"H-how do you even know that? You just saying that outta prejudice?"
"I watch a lot of that stuff too. Love porn comics."
"What? You pervert..."
She spat curses at my honest answer. Thanks for the compliment.
"Didn't know you were into that..."
"I-I haven't watched much! Just... recently... a little bit..."
"Oh yeah? For real?"
"Yeah! A-after the ad shoot... I figured I should get into it since it's my job now... So I checked some stuff out, and... somehow... B-but it was just by chance! Just manga in general. I saw a bit of porn mixed in 'cause I was browsing a ton..."
"No official manga features your character."
"What? There's tons where Freyja's the main character!"
"No official ones—just doujinshi. Fan-made porn comics."
"...Seriously?"
"Yeah. So you've been checking those out, huh?"
"......"
She turned away, embarrassed, muttering something like "Park Minji, this is really..."
"Did you imagine yourself as Freyja getting wrecked in those doujinshi? Picture yourself getting dominated...?"
"......"
No answer, as expected. Silence was as good as a yes.
"...You masturbated to those porn comics, right?"
"Th-that's... N-no, I mean..."
Her fierce denial just confirmed I'd hit the bullseye. Bingo.
"In that case..."
We'd reached a spot with no lights at all. I placed a hand on her waist and pulled her into the underbrush. The rustling grass sounded oddly loud.
"Bet you had those fantasies during the cosplay shoot too. Got yourself all worked up thinking about masturbating."
"Th-that's..."
"Be honest."
"Uh..."
"That's an order."
"...N-ngh... Y-yeah..."
"Good... From the start? Or once you put on the outfit?"
I whispered in her ear while unbuckling her belt. My hand slipped into the tight waistband, gently rubbing over her panties.
"When did the naughty thoughts start?"
"It... When you came in..."
"The second I walked into the changing room? You only think dirty thoughts when you see me?"
"Of... Of course... Ahh, ngh, there... Y-yes... Ahhn..."
She was already reacting just from me lightly scratching over her panties. I'd neglected her for so long with all the busyness—her sensitivity was way up.
"You're such a total perv, Haeun."
"N-no... It's not... Unnie with you..."
"'Cause you saw Soye and Minji teasing me?"
She whipped her head around, glaring.
"You always take care of Unnie and Minji, but leave me hanging...! Even the clothes I brought last time—you used them with Minji instead. Just handed back the sticky, filthy ones..."
Yeah, couldn't argue that.
"Sorry."
I apologized with a kiss. Our lips met lightly, just tasting each other's tongue tips.
"I'll make it up to you now. For all the days I skipped."
This time, she kissed me—like she'd been waiting for those words. Her tongue plunged deep into my mouth for a full, intense deep kiss.