Licensed Realtor, 28, Yoon Seoyeong (3)
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A little while later.
Shshshshshhhh—
Outside the window, thick sheets of rain were still hammering down without mercy. The howling gale showed no sign of letting up either. Beyond the glass doors of Geumcheontang, the street lay shrouded in a hazy mist, the view swallowed whole.
Jinsu leaned against the counter, phone pressed to his ear.
"Yes. We'll take the promo photos another time. Today's not going to work."
Through the receiver came Jung Soojin's voice.
"What can you do? The rain's an absolute disaster out there."
"Did you make it home?"
"Mm-hm. Missing me already, huh?"
Jinsu snorted.
"I couldn't say."
"Excuse me? So you don't miss me? I sucked you off just hours ago!"
"People can hear you. Don't say stuff like that anywhere and everywhere."
"So what? It's the truth, isn't it?"
"Noona, you seriously have no shame."
"What do I have to be ashamed of in front of you?"
"Anyway, let's call it a day. I'm hanging up now."
"Already? You know what phone sex is, right? Wanna do it?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah. I'm touching myself as we speak. Just hearing your voice gets me so worked up I could lose my mind. Mmmhh……"
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down. I need to wrap things up here and head home, so I'm hanging up."
"Wait a seco—!"
Click.
Since she kept trying to keep him on the line, Jinsu ended the call first. He stared down at his phone screen and smacked his lips.
"Shame."
Ordinarily, he'd have been tangled up with Soojin again by now. And thanks to that call, he was already rock hard down below without quite noticing when it happened.
"Ahem."
Jinsu set the phone down on the counter.
"Honestly, this thing pitching a tent at every hour of the day is getting ridiculous."
He'd been pacing in front of the counter for a moment when—
Creeeak—
The door to the women's bath opened cautiously.
"……Um, excuse me?"
Jinsu turned his head. Yoon Seoyeong was peeking out through the gap, just her face poking through.
Any trace of the drowned-rat look she'd worn earlier had vanished completely. Her hair was now dried and neatly brushed, and in place of her soaked clothes she wore one of the white bathrobes Geumcheontang handed out to its customers.
"I'm, um…… not wearing anything underneath this……"
"You really don't need to tell me that."
"And you can't look."
Seoyeong stepped carefully out into the hallway. The robe hung a little large on her—the shoulders drooped slightly, and even with the sash cinched tight at her waist, the whole thing billowed around her like a man's borrowed shirt.
She glanced down, then tugged self-consciously at the hem.
"I feel like my legs are showing too much……"
"It runs short by design."
Clutching the front closed one more time, she shuffled over.
"I'm done."
"All washed up?"
"Yes."
"Want something to drink?"
"Do you have soy milk?"
"No soy milk. Water."
"Water's fine, then."
Jinsu twisted the cap off a bottle of water, poured it into a glass, and handed it over.
"Here you go."
"Thank you."
Seoyeong drained it in one go and let out a long breath.
"Haaah…… I honestly thought I was going to die out there."
"If I hadn't gone out when I did, it could've been bad."
"Tell me about it. I really thought I'd get blown away like a piece of paper."
"The wind's insane."
Jinsu picked up the bathrobe he'd left on the counter.
"I'm going to wash up too. My clothes are soaked through."
"Okay. See you when you're back."
His gaze drifted, just for a moment, to her chest.
Seoyeong caught it instantly and clutched the front of her robe shut.
"……You looked at my breasts, didn't you?"
Jinsu turned away with practiced composure.
"I did not."
"You did……"
She wrapped the robe even tighter around herself for no particular reason.
"Standing here like this is honestly so embarrassing……"
Then, as if something had just occurred to her, she asked,
"By the way, who were you talking to just now? I could hear the call."
"A noona I know."
"A girlfriend?"
"No."
"A customer?"
"Just a noona I know."
Jinsu slung the robe over his shoulder.
"You should let someone at home know too, Seoyeong. Family, friends, whoever."
"Oh, right. I should."
Shshshshshhhh!
The rain kept raging outside without pause. Seoyeong stared anxiously out the window, then spoke up.
"Should I call 119? Maybe they could drop me off at home."
"Give it a try. Though I doubt anyone's dispatching on a day like this."
Jinsu glanced outside briefly, then grabbed his bathrobe and headed for the women's bath.
"Back in a bit."
"Huh?"
Seoyeong's eyes went round.
"That's the women's bath?"
"The men's bath is closed down. No water comes out."
"Oh……"
A little while later, the two of them sat side by side in the lounge, both dressed in white bathrobes.
"119 must be swamped. It won't even connect."
"Sounds like they're flooded with emergency calls."
"What do we do……? Should I try 112?"
"You think a patrol car could make it here in weather like that?"
The glass doors rattled every time a violent gust slammed into them, and thunder rolled in the distance now and then. Jinsu picked up the TV remote.
Beep—
The screen was nothing but typhoon bulletins.
Seoyeong smoothed the hem of her robe across her knees, then slumped.
"Haaah…… I'm hungry……"
Jinsu gave her a sidelong glance.
"Hungry?"
"Mm."
"Come to think of it, it is dinnertime."
He rose from his seat.
"Give me a minute."
"Is there anything to eat?"
"Cup ramen."
Shortly after—
Tap.
Two steaming cups of ramen and a small dish of kimchi landed on the lounge table. Seoyeong's eyes lit up.
"Ooh. That looks delicious."
"The kimchi I ordered online. It's imported."
"What matters is that there is kimchi."
Slurp. Munch. Slurp.
The two of them sat facing each other, happily working through their ramen. Even the absurdity of being trapped in a bathhouse by a typhoon felt a little more bearable once the warm broth hit their stomachs.
Seoyeong laughed between slurps.
"It's kind of funny, isn't it? Eating ramen in a bathrobe with someone I met this morning."
"Tell me about it."
"Who could've guessed this morning that today would turn out like this?"
"Absurd, right?"
Seoyeong tipped the bowl back and drained the broth.
"Mmm…… so warming."
Then she looked at Jinsu.
"But, hey."
"Yes?"
"Why won't you sell the place?"
The hand holding Jinsu's cup ramen paused for a beat.
"You mean the buyout offer?"
"Yes."
"I told you earlier—it's not even mine."
"That's true, but……"
Seoyeong tilted her head.
"Even after hearing that price, you didn't seem shaken at all. Less than I expected, anyway."
"I was shaken."
"Really?"
"Who wouldn't be, with that kind of money on the table?"
"Then why did you turn it down right away?"
Jinsu thought for a moment, then shrugged.
"Because it's not mine, for one."
And with that, he stood as if to end the conversation there.
"You're finished, right? I'll clear these."
"I'll help."
Seoyeong picked up her empty ramen cup and rose with him.
That was when it happened.
FLASH!
The sky outside lit up brilliant as high noon.
Then—
KRRRRRUMBLE!
KA-BOOOOOM!
"Eek!"
Seoyeong flinched hard and shrank into herself. Jinsu looked out the window.
"Whoa. Did it strike close by?"
"Is thunder always that loud?"
"That one was big."
And then—
Crackle.
"……?"
The TV screen suddenly went dark. And then—
Click.Click-click.
The ceiling fluorescents flickered unsteadily a couple of times.
Pff—!
Everything cut out.
"Huh?"
In an instant, Geumcheontang was plunged into darkness.
Seoyeong's voice came immediately after.
"J-Jinsu? Are you there?"
"Right here."
"Did the power go out?"
"Looks like it."
That exact moment—
FLASH!
The sky beyond the window split apart blinding white.
KRA-KA-BOOOOOM!
"KYAAAH!"
Seoyeong lunged in terror and threw her arms around Jinsu.
"I-I'm scared!"
"Wha— u-um, hold on—"
Jinsu instinctively caught her as she crashed into him. But with the two of them tangled together in the dark, one of his hands landed somewhere entirely unintended.
His hand slipped inside her bathrobe—and came to rest, bare-palmed, on her bare breast.
Soft. Soft.
'……Huh?'
Beneath the white robe, Seoyeong's modestly swelling breast was squeezed firmly in his grip. Fresh from the bath, her skin was warm and impossibly soft. It clung to his palm, the weight and springiness of it filling his hand plump and generous.
"Wh-what do we do?! Hurry and find a light!"
Terrified, Seoyeong seemed completely oblivious. Jinsu had gone stiff as a board. It was he, ironically, who'd been startled by the accidental contact.
"Um… Seoyeong?"
"You're scared too, aren't you, Jinsu! Hurry, turn the lights on!"
Every time she moved, soft breast-flesh shifted between his fingers—and even the firm bead of her nipple pressed against his palm.
'I-I'm feeling up her chest and she doesn't even notice?'
Jinsu hurriedly tried to pull his hand free.
Then—
FLASH!
KRA-KA-BOOOOOM!
"KYAAAH!"
Seoyeong threw her arms around his neck again. Their bodies pressed even tighter together.
"W-wait, Seoyeong—"
"I hate the dark! Just hurry and find the lights!"
"I'll find them, so let go first—"
"No!"
"……"
Jinsu shut his mouth, his expression helplessly awkward.
'This is going to kill me.'
Soft.
Soft.
He had her entire breast cupped in one hand, completely.
'Nngh, this feel is lethal.'
His body reacted before he could stop it—
'Ahh… it's rising. This is bad. Really bad.'
His cock began to swell, thickening rapidly.
"Just give me some space for a second."
Jinsu forced her off him gently.
"There's a flashlight somewhere—I'll look for it."
"Find it fast! I hate the dark!"
Seoyeong looked down at her rumpled robe.
"Huh? Why is this open here?"
She cocked her head, tugging the front of her robe closed again—
RRRRRUMBLE!
KA-BOOOOOM!
"KYAAAH!"
And once more she hurled herself at Jinsu.
'Oh no—'
This time, determined not to let his hand stray where it had before, Jinsu rushed to catch her.
But she'd thrown herself at him too suddenly, and his hands landed squarely on Seoyeong's ass.
Soft.
Soft.
Squish.
The underside of her rear filled both his palms. Beneath the bathrobe—which hung on her as short as a miniskirt—soft, springy mounds of flesh overflowed into his hands.
And at this very moment, Seoyeong wasn't even wearing panties.
'G-god help me…'
Jinsu's cock, already in a hopeless state, swelled even larger.
"Huh? Jinsu…?"
Seoyeong glanced downward.
"What's so hard down there?"
"……"
"Isn't there a flashlight in your pants?"
Apparently convinced something was hidden in pants she hadn't even seen him wear, she reached out.
And closed her hand around the thing standing stiffly at attention.