Take It Slow
The corner of his mouth climbed of its own accord. He was glad. Kim Taeyoung liked Jo Sua too. She was pretty, and her manner was bright and easy; it would have been strange not to feel something for her. All this time he had only drawn a line because of the difference in their ages.
So, plan or no plan, he couldn't keep the joy down even as he stood there being confessed to. But he couldn't say yes just because it felt good. That road ended in nothing but ruin.
"Sua. Let's take our time."
"What...? I-is that a no...?"
Jo Sua's face darkened. It was the first confession of her life, and her first love besides. She had meant to tell him on Christmas Eve, but she couldn't hold it any longer and the words had spilled out. Maybe that was where she had lost. The sense of loss flooded her chest.
"Not exactly. I mean we should both think it over, slowly. You're still young."
"I'll be an adult in just a few days."
"Not yet. And even a few days from now, you'll only just have become one. If you date me, it's going to be hard on you. You've seen it yourself—there are a lot of women around me. So think it through. Whether those women will wear you out. Whether you'll regret it later. I'll think it over too. Honestly, the gap between us is pretty wide."
"What does that matter? You're just turning me down in a roundabout way. Am I too dense to see it?"
"It's not that. I really mean we should take some time and think. I'm grateful for how you feel. If I could, I'd want to date you too. But there are real obstacles in the way, so let's sit with it. Right now your heart's racing, and it feels like you could do anything. Think calmly, and a different answer might come."
"I like you, oppa."
"Thank you."
"And you?"
"If it's like or dislike, of course I like you. More than I deserve."
"Then why..."
"Sua. If you really do like me, will you do as I say?"
Kim Taeyoung worked at persuading her. He was glad he had already heard what a man was supposed to say when a confession came out of nowhere. It bought him time.
"Okay. I'll think about the hard parts. But what if my heart still doesn't change?"
"Tell me again then. I'll give you an answer too."
"You promise?"
"Yeah."
Kim Taeyoung nodded. The confession had caught him off guard, but he had handled it cleanly. Whatever came after, he would have to talk it through with Hwayeon.
On the way back, Song Jihye kept stealing glances at the face he had locked into a hard mask. She hadn't done anything wrong, and still she couldn't settle. Why was she like this? She disliked him every bit as much as before. And yet she kept wanting to ask why he looked that way.
"Why do you look so grim... sir?"
"Polite speech. Get your nipple out."
"Nnh... Yes. Haaah!"
A brief lesson in manners, and Song Jihye was pleased. Kim Taeyoung pinched her nipple, and the stiffness left his face.
"Got something on my mind."
"Hnn... what is it?"
"That I'm a real piece of trash."
"You're only figuring that out n—! Kyaaaaah!"
This time he pinched with everything he had. Even Song Jihye felt pain that crossed the line. There was barely any pleasure mixed into her scream.
"Ugh, it hurts..."
"Anyway, you need to do well today. Don't chase your own greed. Focus on making Myangmyang feel good."
"That goes without saying."
"We'll see."
Heo Myangmyang and Song Jihye's place. The sight of the two of them coming in together made Heo Myangmyang start.
"Jihye, you're back? Where did you go without a word? In a little while Taeyoung—oppa? How are the two of you walking in together...?"
"Surprise! Felt weird showing up empty-handed, so I bought a present. I don't know your taste, Myangmyang, so I asked Jihye to help."
Kim Taeyoung stepped inside and held out an Ecobloom shopping bag. Her streams played on a childish look, but Heo Myangmyang was a woman all the same, and she loved a luxury gift.
"When did you two get so close? But, oppa, isn't this way too expensive?"
"Cheaper than what I dropped on you the other day."
"Ah...!"
Heo Myangmyang, who had been protesting that the gift was too much, came around at once. To a rich man like Kim Taeyoung, a handbag and a Moon Balloon donation were probably the same thing. If that was the case, she ought to take it with thanks.
"I'll use it well. I've never been given a bag before."
"Unni. You've never been given a gift by a man at all."
"Aah, Jihye, you..."
Heo Myangmyang threw a cotton-soft punch at Song Jihye's forearm. Launched with all the strength taken out of it, the blow didn't hurt in the slightest. Even if she hit with everything she had, Song Jihye would never have felt it.
"Today's menu is chashu rice bowls, braised pork over rice. The main is heavy, so I kept the sides light—pickled ginger, kimchi, things like that."
"Sounds good. But why are you both sitting across from me?"
"Huh? Ah... Should I come sit beside you, oppa?"
"Yeah. Myangmyang, you come over here."
Kim Taeyoung patted the chair beside his own. It was the moment for Song Jihye to object. But she had already decided to submit to him, and not a word came out. If anything, her cheeks were coloring.
The unni she loved was about to be toyed with by Kim Taeyoung again. She hated that so much. And that alone was enough to excite her; her pussy gave a twitch. She wished the meal would end already. Afterward there would be nothing but happiness and pleasure.
"But why do you call me Myangmyang...?"
"Because it sounds good. Want me to call you Minji?"
"I don't mind.... Hehe, call me whatever's easy, oppa. It feels like a pet name, and I like—oh, o-oppa...?"
Seated at Kim Taeyoung's side, Heo Myangmyang chattered on, then suddenly flinched and went rigid. His hand had slipped between her legs. He kneaded her thigh without the least subtlety.
"What?"
"N-nothing..."
Heo Myangmyang shot a quick look at Song Jihye. Fortunately, Song Jihye's mind was somewhere else. She dropped her voice.
"Jihye's right here. What are you doing?"
"It's fine. She won't notice. The table's hiding it."
"N-no... even so... nnh!"
Kim Taeyoung's hand climbed her thigh. Heo Myangmyang remembered the night she had spent with him. Nearly every night since, she had thought of his hands and of that enormous thing. She knew she shouldn't, with Song Jihye sitting right there, and still her body caught fire.
"Hnn!"
"Unni? Does something hurt?"
In the end his hand reached her pussy. Fingers rubbed at her clit, and a lewd sound slipped out of her mouth. Song Jihye snapped out of the fantasy. She looked at Heo Myangmyang with worry.
"N-no. It's nothing."
Heo Myangmyang pretended she was fine. Even now Kim Taeyoung's hand stayed fixed between her legs. There was no way Song Jihye, sitting right in front of her, could fail to notice.
He's already started.
She swallowed. He really was a pervert. That was why she hated him. And the more she hated him, the hotter her body burned.
"You scared me, making a weird noise out of nowhere. Haha..."
Song Jihye spoke as if she hadn't seen a thing. Heo Myangmyang relaxed. If Song Jihye had caught on, she would never have sat still.
"Oppa. Why aren't you—why aren't you eating?"
She tried to drive his hand off her thigh, and at the same time hinted, sideways, that he ought to stop. Kim Taeyoung didn't stop.
"Found something tastier than the food."
"No. We'll really get caught."
Heo Myangmyang said it as if she were truly at a loss. Only then did he take his hand away. Laying bare what he had with Song Jihye would be more fun up on the bed than here.
"All right. But in a little while I won't be holding back."
"Okaaay..."
Heo Myangmyang nodded. So long as it wasn't at the table, it was what she wanted too.
"What are you two whispering about?"
"Ahaha. It's nothing. But Jihye, you and Taeyoung oppa have gotten pretty close, huh? Did something happen while you were out?"
Heo Myangmyang let the question Song Jihye had asked in pretended ignorance slide right past, and turned one back on her. This time it was Song Jihye who flustered. Her lower belly was still tingling.
"Wh-what would have happened. I just... got a present."
What was she supposed to call Kim Taeyoung? Something like Mr. Taeyoung didn't fit her age. Oppa, she hated. Master, she hated even more. And because she hated it, her body answered to the title Master. She still couldn't call him that right now.
"A present? Oppa gave you something too? Oh—the tracksuit you're wearing?"
"Yeah. This, and quite a few other clothes. I'll show you later."
"Aha. So that's how you got close. Oppa, thank you. For being good to Jihye too."
Heo Myangmyang turned a moved look on Kim Taeyoung for treating Song Jihye kindly as well. Jihye must have been prickly about it. To get past that and win her over—he had clearly done it for her sake. Knowing the man, he would rather die than do a thing he didn't feel like doing, and still he had taken grumbling Song Jihye in. He had called it a lover for a single night, but he plainly cherished Heo Myangmyang too. She was deeply moved.
It did not take long for that feeling to fall apart.
"Oppa, I was waiting. Do you know how worried I was, thinking you might never come see me again...?"
Heo Myangmyang's room, on the bed. She was gathered into Kim Taeyoung's arms, and already half her clothes had been stripped away. Breathing hot, she poured out the hurt she had been holding. She was the one who had given him her virginity, and even then she had not become his lover. All she had gained was a place as a sex partner—a lover for one night.
Still, she had believed him, because he said he would treat her well. But his texts barely came back, and he never came to see her again. She had told Song Jihye that she trusted him, that just being with him was enough. The anxiety sprouting anyway was something she couldn't help.
"It hasn't even been a week."
"That week felt longer than a year. Because you barely answer my texts..."
"That's because I'm old. Calls are easier for me than texting. And you needed time to recover too, didn't you? The first time hurts like hell."
"That... yes, you're right. The very next day, my groin hurt so much I thought I was going to die."
"Isn't there something more important than that right now?"
"Haa, oppaaa."
Kim Taeyoung's hand twisted Heo Myangmyang's nipple. For a body as small as hers, the breasts were remarkably large. Caresses followed on flesh already burning, and slick welled endlessly from her pussy. He slid a finger in to see.
"Aaaah, y-your finger, there..."
"It's a hole that takes something a lot bigger than this, so what's the problem. More to the point, you've gone all soft. Shall we start? Want to put it in yourself today, Myangmyang?"
"M-me...?"
Kim Taeyoung nodded and flopped onto his back. His cock stood rigid at his hips. At the long shaft, Heo Myangmyang swallowed. Carefully, she climbed up over him.
"Nnngh... i-it hurts a little today too."
"You'll get used to it. Don't force it. Put it in slow."
He answered her that way and gestured toward the door. Heo Myangmyang's bedroom door was slightly open again today.