I've Never Had Hair There
The stage was set.
All that remained was to take Cha Yuna and eat her up properly.
We sat on the mattress in a clumsy half-crouch, staring at each other through our eye masks, the air between us thick and awkward. I was a man, after all. Face to face with my first love like this, my heart was hammering.
"Friend."
"What."
"So the day I finally get to fuck you really did come."
"Are you insane? That's what comes out of your mouth right now?"
"I'm honestly moved."
"…Moved? You're moved?"
"Yeah. I'm the one taking your first time, aren't I."
"…."
Yuna turned her head, just a little. The pale nape that slipped into view was so pretty I nearly forgot to breathe.
God. I want to bury my face right there and lick it senseless.
Looking closer, I saw her ear flushed a soft pink. Still turned away, refusing to meet my eyes, she spoke in a small voice.
"Do you think I'm some dirty girl selling her body?"
"I don't."
"If it weren't you, I wouldn't have done this no matter how much money they offered. I'm doing it because it's you."
"Whoa. So as a man, I'm allowed to get butterflies, right?"
"I said no. It's just… you're the friend I've known the longest. The one I can trust. That's all."
"You were the kind of girl who could have sex with a friend?"
"You idiot. That's not what I mean. It's just… just…."
"Just what?"
She couldn't look at me. She hemmed and hawed, then opened her mouth, barely above a whisper.
"If you were the only man around me… I think I could marry you."
Something inside me stirred. The impulse surged up so hard I nearly spilled the truth right then and asked her to be mine for real.
But what do I actually gain from that?
If I'd been worth five billion, ten billion, I would have dated her with marriage as the premise, no question. But I wasn't that man anymore. I was a trillion-won asset with two and a half billion in disposable income landing in my account every month.
I want Yuna. I don't want to give myself to Yuna. I want to bind her. I don't want to be bound.
Someone once said that if you want to know what a person really is, hand them power. Or money.
Yuna's shy eyes found me again.
"I made a really big decision to do this, so… don't look at me like I'm dirty."
"I never have. Anyone shoved into a situation like this would waver. That's only natural."
From the start, all of this was a trap I'd built—one she had no way to refuse. The man who set that trap was hardly in a position to judge her choice on moral grounds.
"So… when do we start?"
"Hm? We already started a while ago."
"What?"
"The VIPs seem pretty touched by your reactions. This, uh… yeah, I think—"
I tapped the macro button I'd preset on my wristwatch. A bright little melody chimed, and an AI voice, flat and synthetic, read the donation aloud.
I shot to my feet and bowed deeply toward the camera.
"Viewer Number One, thank you so, so much for the ten million won!"
"T-ten million?"
Yuna stared, dumbstruck, then rose on shaking legs and bent at the waist in a bow of her own. None of it felt real to her yet. She had watched the whole thing happen with Saika Kanna, and still, the moment the money poured onto her, she went blank.
"They must have liked how fresh our little talk was."
"Ah… thank you. Thank you."
Her face stayed dazed. I was already looking forward to seeing what that expression would become after a full day of money raining down on her.
I took in what she was wearing. A white dress cut to slim the waist, the hem riding high enough to bare half her thighs. The neckline dipped just enough to show her collarbones without tipping into anything lewd—a clean, innocent look. Her long straight hair, carefully given volume, carried a faint scent of shampoo, and the red tint on her lips breathed out something unmistakably sexy.
"Shall we start, then?"
"Y-yeah…."
The weight of what was about to happen seemed to hit her all at once. Her whole body went rigid.
I reached out first and drew her upper body gently into my arms. Stone-stiff, she let herself be pulled in. She was nervous, badly. When I smoothed a palm over the soft line of her back, she flinched in little starts, and the reaction was adorable. Past the eye mask, the eyes lifted toward me looked ready to well up at any second.
I mouthed You're doing great, then braced her slim waist with one hand and let the other travel down, stroking the bare thigh beneath the hem of her dress.
God. These thighs. I'm done for.
Were a woman's thighs always this soft? It felt like my palm might melt. I wanted to keep stroking her like this all day. Forever. And the narrow waist wound against my other arm was no better.
"I'm seriously gonna lose my mind."
"H-huh? Why…?"
"Nothing. It just feels too good."
"Ah…. Good?"
"Good."
"…."
Embarrassed, Yuna looked away. I slid the hand that had been idly caressing her thigh deeper, groping the tender inner flesh high between her legs. The moment I worked that soft skin, her whole body shivered.
She sat slanted in my arms as if she'd fallen into them, helpless under a hand that was stroking her thigh with no pretense of modesty. It was unmistakably the body language of a girl who had never known a man. A virgin's.
Time to push it a little.
I quietly shifted the hand at her waist and tapped the watch on my left wrist. A mission I'd set in advance rang out.
"Hey? Wh-what is that?"
"No time. You know how this works."
"Th-that's not— mmph!"
I crashed my mouth into hers as if I were scrambling to clear the mission.
Fuck. I'm losing it.
Her lips were so soft, so plump, that delicious was the only word that fit. And that was only the outside. If the outside was already this good, what was the inside going to be like?
"Hey! Mmph! Mmph!"
"Shut up, open your mouth, and stick your tongue out. You're gonna do it anyway!"
"No, I still need a second to—"
I forced her lips apart and pushed my tongue in. Her teeth stayed locked, rigid, unsure what to do—then parted, just barely, up and down, and let me in. I stretched my tongue out long, searching for the soft flesh of hers.
Where is it. Where the hell did you hide.
Outrageously, Yuna's tongue had fled all the way back toward her throat. She wasn't a turtle meeting its natural enemy. Why was she yanking it backward?
Mouths still sealed together, I whispered against her.
"Hey. Do it right. The VIPs are watching."
"H-how am I supposed to— mmph!"
"Like this."
The moment her tongue came forward to form the words, I rubbed mine all over it and smeared her with spit. Startled, she tried to pull back again—then caught my eyes, seemed to give up, and offered her tongue.
As if we'd agreed on it, we both closed our eyes. A cool mouthwash scent breathed out of her mouth and curled pleasantly through mine.
So these are Cha Yuna's lips. So fucking soft. Shit.
I'd thought nothing could be sweeter than Hong Seoeun, the mid-tier idol I'd been sponsoring. I was wrong. The lips of the girl I'd loved for years—the girl who had turned me down—were sweeter and sharper than anything I could compare them to. My tongue felt like it was melting. Like ice cream on a summer day, the two of us dissolving and sticking together.
I toyed mercilessly with that shy, helpless tongue, soft as a virgin's, and painted it evenly with the saliva gathering in my mouth. Somewhere in the middle of it, my left hand had already hiked the hem of her dress and was groping wildly over the triangle of her panties.
Even lost in the dizzy pleasure of the kiss, something about the feel of it seemed off. I glanced down.
Huh? Something's weird down there.
I hooked a finger under the panties and tugged. Yuna startled and caught my hand.
"Friend?"
"S-sorry. I panicked, I just—"
"Ah… th-thank you, Viewer Number Seven…."
"Oh? Look at you, greeting them all on your own now."
"Don't tease me…."
Snapping at me with her lips pressed tight only threw fuel on a man's desire.
I drew the panties down again. This time she didn't resist. I didn't understand why my heart was pounding like I was unwrapping a jewel. Before I knew it I'd broken the kiss, locked her slim body tight against my chest, and taken in the most obscene part of my female friend, bared above the panties I'd tugged down.
And I understood the wrongness I'd felt while groping her through the kiss.
"Wow…."
"You lunatic. Why are you gasping like that…."
How was I supposed to not gasp?
Skin of pure white, clean, without a single hair. A thin vertical slit, shut tight—the most secret, the most damp part of Cha Yuna. I had never seen a pussy this beautiful in porn or in any other filthy thing I'd ever watched. It was flawless, as if the very idea of purity had been packed down hard and pressed into a shape.
"Friend. Did you wax for today?"
"…What are you talking about. I've never had hair there."