I Think of You as Special
From beyond the door came the sound of Hye-suk's muffled sobs.
Seong-min stood there, rooted in place. Right in front of her bedroom door.
"Auntie."
He spoke through the wood. His voice was so quiet he wondered if she could even hear him. It didn't matter.
"I'm coming in."
He eased the door open. Fortunately, it wasn't locked.
Inside, Hye-suk sat perched on the edge of the bed with her back to him, both hands covering her face. Seong-min crossed the room toward her.
"Auntie, are you all right...?"
At his question, Hye-suk wiped her face with her hands, still half-caught in her sobs.
"I'm fine... I'm sorry, Seong-min. I just... it came over me all of a sudden..."
"Don't be. Anyone would feel that way..."
He pulled a few tissues from the box, sat down beside her on the bed, and held them out.
"Here."
"Thank you."
She took the tissues and dabbed the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Auntie."
Seong-min called her name again.
"If you asked me to leave the rooftop room because you just didn't like me, I'd go. But if you asked me to leave because of something like this—when that isn't even how you feel—I wouldn't. I wouldn't do it."
Hye-suk, still wiping her tears, looked up at him.
"What I said to you that day... it wasn't just something I threw out. If you were all right with it... I meant it, because I thought I was all right with it too."
The words had come out in a rush that day. But the truth remained: if it was Auntie Hye-suk, he really was fine with it.
"If you're saying that for my sake... you don't have to."
"It's not that. I'm telling you how I honestly feel. Right now."
"......"
Her tear-streaked face held still as she looked at him. Seong-min reached out and gently wiped the tears still clinging to her cheeks.
"That pretty face is all soaked..."
"I—I'll wipe it myself..."
She scrubbed at her eyes again with the tissues in her hand.
"Were you afraid I'd look at you strangely?"
"I was so confused. So flustered. I kept wondering if I'd been looking at you that way all along... and I was ashamed of myself."
Hye-suk had felt a kind of revulsion toward herself—the fear that she might have been seeing Seong-min through those eyes from the very beginning. That only made her feel more sorry toward him. She had been terrified he would think she had been staring at him with something improper in her gaze. Fear. She had felt that too.
And today, when she finally spoke honestly, a full week of tangled feelings—self-loathing, guilt toward Seong-min—had crashed together and brought the tears.
"After my husband passed... raising Seong-jun alone, I took a lot of comfort in him. As long as he was by my side, I told myself that if I just did my job as a mother and raised him well, that would be enough."
And she had raised him. Her son had grown up looking so much like his father, and now he was working steadily at a company in America. But as he thrived, a hollow emptiness had settled over Hye-suk. Loneliness found her. With her son grown and gone, left alone, she had begun looking back over all those years.
Into that life, Seong-min had arrived as a tenant—and he had already changed so much for her. Those feelings might have grown into something more than simple fondness. Hye-suk couldn't say for certain whether that was true. All she knew was that her heart was a mess because of him. Because she had started seeing this man, barely older than her own son, as a man.
"You're the second," Seong-min said, meeting her gaze.
"The second person who's ever stepped up as my guardian—who's even taken care of me while I recovered. That's what I mean."
He took the hand still clutching the damp tissues.
"That's why I think of you as even more special."
"I..."
"You don't need to blame yourself, and you don't need to feel sorry toward me. You just like me, don't you? There's nothing wrong with that. And more than anything..."
He tightened his grip on her hand.
"I like you too. Whether I can call this love... I don't really know yet. But there's one thing I can say right here, right now. Even now—I want to say the exact same thing I said that day."
He looked into her dark eyes, which never left his face, and spoke again.
"If you're all right with it... then so am I."
"I'm not your age, Seong-min. And I have a son. What right do I have to—"
"What right? I'm an orphan. The person who treated a nobody like me with warmth and looked after me—that was you. I never once thought about rights or qualifications. What I see is the woman in front of me. Hye-suk. Just you."
Hye-suk drew a sharp, involuntary breath. At those words, her heart began pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it.
"I've been thinking about you too," he said.
"Th-thinking about me...?"
"After you pushed me out that day, you didn't even come to see me off. Watching that... I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"......"
"And seeing you cry like this... it's made me decide. I need to make this clear today."
"Make it clea—mmph."
Her eyes flew wide. Seong-min's face was suddenly right in front of hers, and her words were cut off as his mouth sealed over hers. Her wide eyes trembled. Frozen by the suddenness of it, she didn't know what to do.
Then something soft slipped into her mouth.
Sook...
Something pliant brushed her tongue, then roughly coiled around it.
Sooook...
And pulled hard.
A kiss. In that instant, Hye-suk realized Seong-min was kissing her.
Sook... sooook... slurp...
Even knowing it, she didn't push him away. Even as he wound his tongue around hers and sucked, she simply stayed still.
How much time passed, she couldn't say. Slowly his face drew back, and between their parted lips his tongue slipped free.
"I don't have that much experience. But today—I want to show you clearly that I'm a man."
He guided her down onto the bed. Hye-suk didn't stop him. She laid her head back against the pillow and looked up. His face hovered above hers, looking down.
"Seong-min..."
She found her voice.
"Are you... really all right with someone like me?"
"I'm all right with it because it's you."
Her heartbeat quickened. That single sentence set her heart trembling and her face burning. Seong-min gently stroked her cheek as she gazed up at him.
"I've made up my mind. So don't even think about running."
Looking up at him, Hye-suk slowly nodded.
And then the kiss resumed.
Sooook... sook...
Their mouths met, and his long tongue pushed between her lips, coiling around hers as if it belonged there. It wasn't polished—but she could feel a man's rough breath in the way his tongue wound around hers.
Sook... sooook...! ...slurp...
Seong-min followed instinct, wrapping her tongue and pulling it into his mouth. He rubbed his tongue against hers, mixed their saliva, and kissed her with pure, unfiltered hunger. At some point Hye-suk's eyes had closed, and she simply received him.
"Haa..."
Their lips parted. Hot breath spilled out as her eyelids lifted. For a moment they simply looked at each other. Then his face descended again, their mouths met, and the kiss began once more.
Sook... sooook...
The sweet kiss stretched on. For a long time he refused to let go of her tongue. And this was only the beginning.
When the lingering kiss finally ended, Seong-min trailed his mouth from her cheek down to the side of her neck. He licked gently along her jaw and throat while his hand closed over the full curve of her breast, still hidden beneath her top, and kneaded it. Even through the fabric it was soft. His fingers found the buttons near her collarbone and undid them. He licked along the newly bared line of her collarbone as if caressing it.
"Seong-min..."
The sheer boldness of it made her flush with embarrassment—but she didn't move, and she didn't stop him.
Before long he had gathered the hem of her top and pulled it upward, baring the smooth plane of her stomach, then higher still, until the wine-colored silk bra cupping her breasts came into view. He felt the weight of them through the fabric, kneading, then seized the center of the bra and yanked it roughly upward. In an instant her breasts spilled free of the cups and settled into their full shape.
Ripe, generous breasts. Each one crowned with a dark, flushed nipple—lush and inviting.
Sooook... suck...
He lowered his head, took one into his mouth, and sucked hard on the nipple, rolling it with his tongue. He didn't neglect the other—his rough hand mauled it without restraint, squeezing and working the soft flesh.
"Haa... nnngh..."
Perhaps because it had been so long since a man's hands had touched her, hot breath and a low, almost nasal moan slipped from between her parted lips.
Suuuuck...
He nursed at her breast like a child, freely working his tongue, greedily taking his fill. He kneaded the jelly-soft flesh without pause, pulling and squeezing. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the room.
"They're so soft... and they taste so good... tssoook..."
He murmured half to himself as he moved from one breast to the other, sucking and rolling each nipple in turn. He feasted on breasts that had gone so long without a man's touch, alternating between them for a long time.
He didn't stop there. The hand working her chest drifted lower, stroking her side and belly, then sliding down to her legs beneath the rumpled skirt. Releasing the nipple from his mouth, he moved downward and pushed the skirt up. Her smooth legs came into view. He stroked her thighs as he hiked the fabric higher and spread her legs apart.
Between them, wine-colored silk panties covered her most private place. He felt her flinch the moment her legs opened—and still he moved in without hesitation.
Churulup...
He licked the center of the fabric covering her mound, soaking it with saliva. In moments the silk was wet and clinging to her.
"S-Seong-min... nn... ah..."
Hearing her moan his name in that lewd, breathless voice, he hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. Dense hair and the bare flesh of her sex were suddenly, fully exposed to him. The color was deep—like her nipples—and somehow that only made her look more mature, more womanly.
Drawn by the scent rising to his nose, he buried his face between her legs and licked and sucked with greedy abandon.
Churulurup...!
"Uhhk...!"
The shame of being so completely exposed, combined with the knowledge that his mouth was on her, sent a raw, electric jolt through Hye-suk.
Chuuuup...
He drank the honey spilling from her entrance as if sucking it dry. His tongue dragged from bottom to top, teased the small bud of her clit with light flicks, then returned to rub the tip of his tongue against her twitching hole. He repeated the motion again and again, thoroughly indulging in her—her well, her pussy—until she was completely soaked.
Only then did Seong-min rise. He stripped off his pants and underwear. His erect cock sprang free like a released spring, bobbing as it came free.
"I can't hold back anymore, Auntie. I'm putting it in."
Hye-suk stared at him—at it—unable to look away, then lifted her eyes to meet the ones looking down at her. Slowly, her head moved in a nod.
"Put it in... Seong-min..."
As if he'd been waiting for those exact words, he guided himself forward, pushed her panties aside, and drove hard into the exposed entrance of her pussy.
Squelch.
He pushed so hard that in a single thrust he forced her open and buried himself deep inside her.
"Ah!"
A cry tore from Hye-suk as her head snapped back. Flesh that hadn't taken a man in so long was parted and claimed in one stroke, as if he were declaring himself its new master. Seong-min leaned over her, settling his weight on top of her body. Hot, sticky walls clamped down on him from every side. The sensation was exquisite. Inside her, she was scorching and tight beyond belief.
"Auntie..."
Following pure instinct, he began to move his hips.
Squelch... squelch... squelchhh...
Wet sounds filled the air as her pussy stretched and yielded around his cock, swallowing him with every thrust.
Squelch... squelchhh... squelch...
With every roll of his hips, sticky inner flesh clung and rubbed from every direction, driving every other thought from his mind until there was nothing left but this.
Squelch... squelch... squelchhh...
Juices spilled from the seam where his cock was buried in her, and still he didn't stop moving. Until, at last, he couldn't hold back any longer—and came.
"Seong... min... ahk!"
The moment he drove himself all the way in and went still, Hye-suk knew he had finished inside her.
"Haa... haaa... haa..."
He stayed like that for a moment, then lifted his head.
"It felt so good I came without meaning to..."
She met his eyes and smiled.
"It's all right. For me too... it's been so long. Even just this much... was good."
She couldn't even remember how long it had been since she'd last been with a man.
"No."
Seong-min shook his head.
"This much isn't nearly enough. I told you. Today—I'm going to take you properly."
"Seong-min—mmph."
He dipped his head and stole her lips again.
Squelchhhh...
As he lifted his hips, her entrance stretched upward and his cock slid free.
Squelch... squelch... squelchhh...
And then he began to move again.
Sook... haaap... sook...
At some point Hye-suk's arms had wound around his neck. Her spread legs locked around his thrusting hips.
Squelch... squelch... squelchhh...
The bed creaked under the force of their movement. On this bed where Hye-suk had always slept alone, she now clung to a man, gasping for breath.