When the Bokbunja Ran Out
Su Yeoning worked the tongs with fierce concentration, grilling the meat as if the whole evening depended on it. Ninety percent of it ended up in front of Kim Taeyoung. Impressing him was the only thought in her head. She was throwing herself into a kind of service she had never even given her own parents.
"Yeoning. Eat some too."
"I am eating. Oh—this one's done as well. Here, have it."
More meat stacked onto the plate in front of him. It was a pleasant kind of pampering. This was what money could do. If he were still Kim Taeyoung the department-store manager, a woman this pretty, with a body like hers, would never have waited on him like royalty. He let out a short laugh and folded a ssam, meat and greens wrapped in a leaf.
"Here. Open up."
"Eh?"
"What do you mean, eh? You haven't eaten a thing. So I've got to look after you."
"Ah..."
Su Yeoning parted her lips, shy. The wrap he'd made crossed the table and went into her mouth.
"Good?"
She nodded.
"You grilled it. Eat it properly."
The meal was just about winding down when he tossed the question out as if it weighed nothing.
"Want to head out right after this?"
"Sorry? Where?"
"A hotel. Or is there something else you'd rather do?"
At that, Su Yeoning drew a long breath. She had thought it might come to this, but she hadn't expected him to say it so plainly, and she had no idea how to answer.
"You don't want to?"
"I—it's just... it's so sudden."
"So. You don't want to?"
"It's not that I don't... We haven't even known each other that long."
"Haha. Talk like that and it almost feels like we're dating. But we're not dating, are we?"
"Ah. Right. That's true."
"If you don't want to, you can say so. I'm not going to force you. What do you want to do? Should I give you time to think?"
Su Yeoning nodded. It wasn't time to think she needed so much as time to brace herself. She had come prepared, knowing she might end up sleeping with Kim Taeyoung, but now that things were actually moving that way, her feelings tangled.
"All right. Tell me when you're ready. Before that, eat the meat. I feel like I've put away a serving for four all by myself. Come on. Open."
"Ah—yes! Ah..."
Another wrap of meat went into her mouth. The beef was excellent, but she was so tense she could barely tell what it tasted like. This wouldn't do. She opened her mouth.
"Oppa. Could we order just one bottle?"
If she couldn't do it sober, she would borrow courage from a drink. A classic method. But classics survived into the present for a reason.
Kim Taeyoung let out a small laugh at the sight of her and pressed the bell himself. The part-timer who came over was a man in his early twenties, blood still running hot. Even while taking the order, he couldn't tear his eyes off the pure, natural G-cups swelling against her clothes.
"Hey. You taking the order or not?"
"S-sorry! I'll bring it right away!"
In the end Taeyoung had to say something. Having worked service himself, he didn't particularly want to snap at a part-timer. But staring a hole through a customer's chest was asking to be told off. And those were breasts that would be his tonight.
"Right? I haven't even gotten a proper look yet, and that guy's already eyeing them."
"O-oppa!"
Su Yeoning was stunned to hear him talk as if they already belonged to him. She didn't argue, though. She had already made up her mind to go to the hotel with him.
"Come on. Have a drink."
"Thank you."
At a beef house the markup was brutal. What arrived was a bottle of bokbunja—sweet black-raspberry wine—at nearly fifteen dollars. Taeyoung popped the cap cleanly and poured for her first. Drinking seemed to put a little courage in her. She wasn't drunk yet, but still.
"Oppa. I'll do it."
She said it as if she were marching to war.
"Hahaha. Anyone watching would think you were shipping out. Why so grim about it?"
"Ah, I'm sorry..."
"Nothing to be sorry for. Shall we get up once this is gone?"
"Yes."
Su Yeoning knocked back each glass the moment it was poured. It was the right decision. Yes. No need to be ashamed. Didn't the other female cams all do it this way? And she was on the lucky side. Most whales were middle-aged men, forty and older. Far better to be with someone young and good-looking like Kim Taeyoung than to entertain some older guy like that. If she told a BJ she was close with, they'd probably be jealous.
In the end the bokbunja was empty. There was no retreat left. Su Yeoning rose and followed him out. A hotel near Gangnam. The two of them went inside.
Should I tell him straight?
She had something to confess. She had no experience with men. Not even a boyfriend. When she was young, her chest had been a complex. Once puberty hit, her breasts had grown at a frightening pace.
Boys who didn't know any better had called her a dairy cow, and the girls had looked at her as if she were something unpleasant. She had even been frozen out because of her chest. Fortunately, by the time most of her friends had finished growing, the ostracism had stopped—but the experience still sat deep inside her. So she had never even dreamed of dating.
Showing skin on an internet broadcast was fine. Comments came in, but those people were on the other side of a screen. Honestly, it felt much more like being alone than like actually talking to anyone. As long as it wasn't like last time, when her breasts had been fully out, she could expose as much as she wanted.
Anyway, she was torn over whether to admit she had no experience. Some people said men liked a woman who'd never done it; others said they preferred one who knew what she was doing.
"Still nervous?"
"What? Ah—no! I'm not nervous!"
"Sure you're not. I can see how tight you're holding yourself. Want to shower first? A little hot water might loosen you up."
"All right."
He was right. She was wound far too tight. From here on, they were going to have sex. Her first time.
"Hoo..."
In the bathroom she drew a deep breath and wet her body. She had drunk half the bokbunja and didn't feel drunk at all. If anything, her head was getting clearer. At a time like this, being drunk would have been better.
"Wow. That figure really is something else."
She was washing herself here and there when the door opened with a clack. She spun around with a shriek—and there was Kim Taeyoung. He was naked too. The cock at his hips twitched, eager.
Th-that's a man's... it was that big...?
The size was outrageous. Far bigger than anything she'd heard from friends who'd actually had sex. How was something like that supposed to go inside? Su Yeoning instinctively backed away. But this was a narrow bathroom. There was nowhere to run.
"O-oppa!"
"What?"
"Y-your hand, on my chest..."
He had crossed the space in a few strides and taken hold of her breasts. A true G-cup—so large they wouldn't fit in a palm. He touched them, pressed them, gripped them. Su Yeoning didn't know what to do with herself.
"We're going to do worse than touching your chest, so what are you going to do if you're already like this? These are heavy, though. Bigger than I thought. They've got real weight."
"Nnh—oppa. Ah."
His fingers pinched a nipple. He had only put a little pressure into it, and a strange moan slipped out of her.
"Sensitive nipples? I barely grabbed them, and look at you react."
"I—I don't know. I've never done this before. Haaht!"
"Never? Don't tell me you've never had sex."
"N-no! Aaaah!"
Even while they talked, Kim Taeyoung didn't stop his hands, and Su Yeoning's breath grew hot because of it. She had no experience with men, but that didn't mean she had never masturbated. She did it fairly regularly—about once a week. Her main sensitive spots were her nipples and her clit.
"My body's hot. Haaa... ah! Haaaaaht!"
He bent and sucked her nipple. Under the hot spray from the shower, Su Yeoning's thighs rubbed together and her waist twisted. She was losing it. This was a completely different kind of stimulation from touching herself. Sparks seemed to jump at her nipple. It felt too sharp, too good, to keep her body still.
"Nnh!"
Her back met the bathroom wall with a soft thud. Thank god. The strength was draining out of her legs. If it weren't for Kim Taeyoung pushing into her as he sucked her breast, and the wall holding her up from behind, she would have sunk to the floor.
"Haa, nn... kh. Nnh."
Wet sounds filled the steam. He fondled her breasts with hand and mouth and watched how she reacted. Every time that skillful touch unfolded, Su Yeoning flinched, and hot moans spilled out of her.
She was definitely sensitive. When a body answered like this, finding the weak points was almost too easy. Still sucking a nipple, he slid a hand downward. Time to look for sensitive spots besides her chest.
"Haaaht!"
Su Yeoning came. He hadn't even touched her pussy or her clit yet. The moment his hand met her side, she cried out as if she were shattering and collapsed to the floor.
"Haah, o-oppa..."
"Your sensitivity's incredible. Want to suck mine this time?"
Still sitting on the floor, Su Yeoning looked up. At the sight of that face, thick with sex, his cock hardened past anything it had been. Precum was pouring from the head like he'd lost his mind.
"Nnh, ah... I-I'm going to be bad at it. Is that okay?"
"You learn by doing. I'll teach you the trick first. Open wide, and tuck your teeth behind your lips."
"Yes. Haaap."
Su Yeoning opened her mouth as wide as it would go. His cock slid in between lips stretched to their limit, and her mouth was packed full. She understood perfectly now. This was well past an ordinary size.
She tried hard at the first blowjob of her life. Clumsy was unavoidable.
"Don't just hold it in your mouth. Suck it like ice cream. Move your head back and forth—yeah, like that. Every so often, pull in a hard breath, like you mean to suck the cock right off. But don't ever let your teeth come up."
The coaching kept coming. Each time she listened, her technique improved, if only a little.
So this is what it tastes like.
A cock, tasted for the first time, was nothing like she had imagined. Salty. Bitter. And the precum that kept coming was fishy. Honestly, she couldn't call it good. But it wasn't disgusting, and it wasn't something she hated. It was a strange flavor that made her want to keep sucking.
"Good. Now take it out of your mouth. This time, feel like you're using only your lips and tongue, not the inside. Go slowly from the very top down the shaft. Stay pressed close, like you're kissing it, and flick your tongue. Hold it with one hand and adjust the angle however's comfortable."
"Phaa—chuuu. Like thith?"
Su Yeoning was a good student. Whatever he taught, she absorbed on the spot. The blowjob that had been clumsy at the start had climbed to something quite presentable. Kim Taeyoung reached out and stroked her hair.