First Date with Yoon Seol-ah (Acting Practice)

A bustling commercial district packed with places to eat and things to do.

On a normal day the streets would be thronged with people, but it was a weekday and still before lunch, so the place felt a little sparse.

We had come here because this was the stage where Yoon Seol-ah and I would hone our married-couple act.

The plan was to go on a date and perform so convincingly that anyone watching would take us for a happily married pair.

Just in case, I had deliberately chosen a spot far enough away that we wouldn't run into anyone from the apartment building.

Still… why was I this nervous when it wasn't even a real date?

I had told her before that I had no intention of getting a girlfriend, but that was only because I was afraid of getting hurt. I still had my own romantic fantasies.

I never imagined I would end up living out the kind of date I had always longed for — even if it was fake.

"…."

I checked the time on my phone.

I had come early on purpose, telling her to take her time getting ready. Wasn't she due any minute now?

"…Excuse me."

The familiar voice came from behind me the second the thought crossed my mind.

I turned right around and took in the sight of my date.

"Oh…."

A white short-sleeved blouse of soft, airy fabric and a black skirt. Ruffles at the cuffs and hem, a dainty ribbon tied over the chest.

It was a fresh, cute look she had never shown me before — and with that overwhelmingly full bust and magnificent figure on top of it, I found myself staring before I could help it.

"…."

Seol-ah looked embarrassed by the unfamiliar style too, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a sheepish expression.

If I didn't speak first, we would be standing here forever.

"I didn't expect you to dress up this much. Going all out because it's a date?"

"It's not that. Practice should feel like the real thing, so…. Um, how do I look? Not weird? This was the only outfit I had for something like this."

"Weird? You're gorgeous."

"We haven't even started practicing yet. You don't have to say things like that already…."

"Hm? I was just saying what I think."

"What? …Anyway, we're here, so let's get started."

She deflected, flustered by the compliment. But something else on her caught my eye.

"What's that in your hair?"

She was wearing a hairpin she never put on for everyday life — and not just any hairpin. A tiny, adorable cat-shaped one.

"I told you. Even if it's just date practice, it has to feel real…."

"Pfft—!"

"Why are you laughing? Is it weird? Should I just take it off?"

"No, no. I just never expected you to show up in a hairpin. You've got a surprisingly cute side, huh?"

"C-cute? Even if we're pretending to be married, don't say things you don't mean. Wait — since it's acting, saying things you don't mean is the point, but ridiculous lines like that might make people suspicious, so you should be careful and…."

I had only offered an honest reaction without thinking, and now she was rambling. Seeing the woman who usually glared and snapped at me react like this was so fresh it was fun.

Maybe I should compliment her more often today.

Ah. Before that, there was something I needed to check.

"Right. What about the thing I asked you for? You wore what I told you to, right?"

"Huh? …Yeah."

"Really? Then show me. I need to confirm."

"Show you? Are you serious? We're outside — how am I supposed to show you that!"

"We're not starting practice until you do."

"Haa, seriously…!"

Seol-ah glanced around with a troubled look. After making sure no one was nearby, she… did not lift her skirt. Instead she grabbed my hand and pulled me somewhere.

"Come this way."

She dragged me into an alley between the storefronts. Here, at least, no one was likely to see us.

"You're only checking. Got it?"

I nodded, and her hands moved downward. She let out one more irritated "Seriously…!" and then lifted her skirt.

Wow. I had ordered it myself, but she really was wearing nothing under that skirt.

Fully dressed on top, bare pussy on bottom — the contrast was violently erotic. And we were outdoors, not at home. The shame flooding her face only drove that point home. There was a lot to look at.

"Th-there. Happy?"

Unable to bear the embarrassment any longer, she yanked the skirt back down.

A shame. I could have watched a little longer.

"Okay. Ready to start now, honey?"

"Honey?!"

She jumped like a masked celebrity whose cover had just been blown. It was a little cringey for me too — but if I got to see reactions like that, it was more than worth enduring.

"We're a married couple. We can't keep calling each other 'hey,' can we?"

"True…. I had thought about that too."

"Oh yeah? What were you going to call me, then?"

"D… darling…."

Mmm. That didn't feel half bad. The word itself was ordinary, but the face that couldn't hide her embarrassment was perfect.

"Great. Shall we go?"

We strode out with confidence — except both of us were complete dating novices, and we had cooked this whole plan up on the spot. Neither of us had any idea what to do.

So we just started walking.

"…."

Seol-ah pressed a hand against her skirt as she walked, terrified something might show. Every time someone passed, she flinched like a guilty criminal.

"Honey. What's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"Your face is bright red. You look uncomfortable walking. Are you not feeling well? If you're tired we can just go home."

"Hey! Don't say stuff like that! What if someone overhears—"

She snapped at me, then abruptly cut herself off. Someone was approaching from the opposite direction.

"I-I'm fine, so don't worry. …Darling."

She remembered her role a beat late and glared her anger at me instead of saying it out loud.

Teasing her was genuinely addictive.

"…Huh?"

Walking beside me, Seol-ah suddenly stopped. We were in front of a clothing store — more precisely, at the hairpin display by the entrance.

"What is it, honey? See something you like?"

"…Yeah. There's a lot of cute ones. Yena would love one of these."

Rows of hairpins hung on the rack, and she was studying the cat ones carefully. She already had a cat pin in her own hair. She must really like cats.

"Want me to buy you one?"

"Huh? You? Ah — no. Dar…ling?"

"Oh my!"

Both of us startled and looked up. A woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties had come out of the shop at some point and was beaming at us.

"Are you two a couple? You're both so good-looking — you match perfectly! Aren't you going to look at the clothes?"

Given the hard sell, she was probably the owner rather than staff.

"Your girlfriend is especially pretty. Such a beauty — I'd love to dress her in something cute. Want to come take a look?"

It was sudden, but we still hadn't decided what to do with our date. Perfect timing.

"What do you think, honey? Want to look around?"

"Ah, n-no. I-I-I don't need any clothes…. D-darling…."

She had been talking just fine when it was only the two of us. Now her voice was smaller than an ant's. The shop owner gave us a puzzled look, so I jumped in.

"We're newlyweds. My wife's still a little shy."

"Ahh, I see! You both got married so young! So what was your wife just about to—"

"Ah, um, that is…. Goodbye!"

She bowed ninety degrees to the owner, grabbed my hand, and bolted. Once again I found myself being dragged into another alley.

"Haa… haa…."

"Honey. You can't just run off like that. She's going to think something's weird."

"I know, but I was too embarrassed to speak…. What do I do?"

She was three years older than me and already raising a child — a genuine adult — and yet right now none of that came through at all.

This wouldn't do.

I needed to help her relax. And give her a little punishment while I was at it.

"Eek! Hey, what are you—!"

I slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her pussy.

"Punishment for botching the act."

"Stop— hih! What if someone walks by…!"

"Honey. You've got to keep ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠acting, right?"

"What— hh. Kind of talk ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is that. How am I supposed to act in this situation…!"

"If you don't, I'll just keep doing this."

"Ahn…."

I worked her clit carefully, and she was wet in no time. No lube needed for a hole this filthy. I lined up my middle and ring fingers and pushed them in.

Schlick—.

"Hiek! Okay, darling! I'll act! I'll do it so st— haah…."

"Apologize properly and say you'll do better."

Squish, squish, squish.

"Nngh-hh! I'm sorry…! I'm sorry, darling. I was wrong, haah. Please — someone could come, so stop already…."

I pulled my fingers free. I hadn't even worked her that long, and a string of clear, filthy juice stretched from my fingertips.

"Haah, haa… haa…."

"Well? Feeling a little less tense?"

"No…. My heart's pounding too hard…."

I suppose it would be strange if that actually relaxed her. I already knew that. Still — getting to see Seol-ah's lewd face more than made up for it.

"Honey. Your pussy juice got my fingers dirty. Clean them off for me. With your mouth."

"What…?"

"I can't walk around with your cunt juice all over my hand."

"…."

Seol-ah caught her breath and glared at me fiercely. But after everything that had already happened, she knew she couldn't refuse.

She brought her mouth to my fingers.

"Aumph…. Schluup, chup…."

It was just fingers, not a cock, but the warm tongue and saliva still sent a jolt through my hips. Maybe because we were outdoors? Or maybe because Seol-ah, still flushed with leftover pleasure, looked so obscenely sexy sucking them clean.

"Schluup, tsu… haa… I-is that enough? …Darling?"

Yeah. More than enough. This married-couple play was turning out to be way more fun than I expected.

"Good girl. From now on, do it right. Understood?"

"…Yeah."

We stepped back out onto the street and started walking, taking in our surroundings.

A proper date should include a good meal, but it was still too early for lunch.

Hm? What was that place?

The LED sign said OPEN, but curtains blocked the windows, so I couldn't tell what kind of shop it was.

Ah — there was a separate sign above. Adult Novelty Shop.

I had heard that offline sex shops these days often went for bright, open interiors. Apparently not this one.

…Wait a second. Should we check it out?

"Honey."

"Yeah?"

"Want to go in there?"

"Where…. Th-that's an adult store! Why would we go in there!"

"We're a married couple. What's the big deal? Come on."

"Kh… seriously, you pervert…."

She muttered a curse under her breath, but when I headed that way she had no choice except to follow. I appreciated how well she understood her position.

"W-welcome!"

The moment we stepped inside, a female clerk's greeting met us.

She looked my age or younger — probably a part-timer. And given how she tensed up the second customers walked in, definitely a new hire.

"Please take your time looking around!"

Whoa. The kind of toys you only ever saw in porn were on shameless display. Dildos, vibrators, whips… wait, was that a milking machine?

Was this place special, or did every adult shop stock stuff like this? First time for me, so I had no idea.

"Honey. If you see anything you want, pick it out."

"Me?!"

She blurted it too loud, then glanced at the clerk and lowered her voice.

"You're the one who wanted to come here, darling…. I don't need anything…."

"True. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guess all our honey needs is my cock."

"What are you even saying!"

I wasn't usually shameless enough to talk like that in public either, but her reactions were so entertaining the lines just came out.

Then some merchandise on another rack caught my eye.

Oh. They sold sexy lingerie here too.

"Honey. Look at this."

"What is that? Underwear?! There's holes cut out over the chest and… down there…."

"Should we get it? It'd look great on you."

"N-no thanks! How am I supposed to wear something this embarrassing."

As we talked I glanced around and locked eyes with the clerk. She flinched and looked away immediately. Had she been eavesdropping this whole time?

A girl my age working a job like this — maybe she had a thing for dirty stuff.

Hm? But over there….

"Excuse me."

"Y-yes?!"

"Is that a fitting room?"

"Huh? Ah, yes! That's right!"

Oh-ho. In that case.

"Ah. So we can try things on in there?"

"Darling? Why are you asking that…?"

My temporary wife, who had been quietly listening to the exchange, asked with a look that said she already sensed something ominous. Sharp instincts.

"Yes…. But with underwear, if you try it on you do have to purchase it…."

"Sure. We'll buy it, then. So we can try it on in there?"

"Ah, yes. Feel free to use it."

"Hey! What are you trying to do!"

Seol-ah had completely forgotten the couple ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠act, eyes wide as saucers. I didn't even glance at her — I just asked the clerk again.

"I'd like to watch. It's fine if I go in with her, right?"