Chapter 121
Of course it's you... It was more half-joking, half-serious than any real seduction. But today, Yoo Seol-ah really seemed intent on turning into a total carnivore, pouncing on me in no time. Of course, now she's too spent to even move, sprawled out on top of me to catch her breath.
It's always like this, so I'm kinda used to it by now... "...Mmmph. Haaah..." Even after one more round, she keeps pressing her lips to mine for ages. Her eyes are a little glazed, so she's probably just kissing on instinct right now. I'm a bit tired too, but not nearly as wiped out as her—she did all the work on top the whole time.
As we keep kissing, her focus starts to sharpen bit by bit. "...Ah." Finally, she pulls away and slips off me in a hurry. Her tail and horns vanish in an instant, reverting her to normal. She must be mortified that she was smooching away unconsciously, because she turns her back to me and yanks the blanket over herself. Like a hedgehog or something, all I see is a big round lump of bedding. No reaction even when I poke it lightly, so I jab the middle with my fingertip—and that's when she finally stirs.
"Eek! ...Don't touch me...!"
"...Sorry."
She's always super sensitive right after. The way each climax comes faster than the last makes me think the pleasure just keeps building up in her body.
"...Turn on the AC, would ya."
She's all bundled up, so she's gotta be hot. She peeks out just her face and mumbles. I grab the remote from the dresser and crank it to a nice cool temp, and her expression softens as she starts relaxing for real.
Once she's recovered enough, she's lying flat on her back properly. But honestly, Yoo Seol-ah's not cut out to be the predator type. Even when she climbs on with that 'rawr,' she struggles just to move her hips. Feels amazing for me, sure, but I've never thought her motions were smooth or anything.
Come to think of it, didn't she say she did dance club for a bit? Her flexibility's top-notch, and her athleticism's great, so it's kinda weird how awkward her hipwork is.
"...Why're you staring like that."
"Nah, just curious about something..."
"...Don't ask. You can tell it's weird just looking."
How'd she know? She's getting way better at reading my mind. But I'm not one to give up easy.
"For someone who goes 'rawr,' it feels kinda..."
"...Eek!"
If I was banking on cuteness to win, it was a perfect plan—but looks like she wanted to take the lead. She yanks the blanket back over her head the second I say it. Her reply comes way later.
"...Hey."
"Yeah."
"...I-I'm pretty good at it... y'know?"
"......"
If she got way better at this, I don't think I'd have any stamina left. This setup's plenty fine as is. But she's got more competitive fire than I figured—she's burning with rivalry even in bed.
"It's 'cause of you I can't! I'm not awkward or anything...!"
I stare at her as she suddenly shifts the blame, and after agonizing forever, she blurts it out in resignation.
"...I-I wanna move good, but my hips... Never mind."
Her face is beet red, so I get the gist.
"Your hips go loose, so you can't control 'em?"
"You already got it—don't make me say it again...!?"
"...Hmm."
She floats the blanket up and drops it right on my face. Darkness swallows my vision, and her scent from the sheets hits even stronger. Better not say that out loud, or I'll get the Yoo Seol-ah punch.
"...I'm gonna wash up. Come in if you wanna... or not."
For all her grumbling, her tone's got that soft, affectionate edge—probably from the loving sex. I lie there a sec, then toss the blanket and head to the bathroom.
She figured I'd follow, loosely covering herself with her arms. She glances at me.
"...I wanna fill up the tub."
"Bath sounds good."
"...Then clean up with this."
She summons a magic circle and hands it over. I scrub down outside the tub while she summons another, turning her back. Even without the sexy vibe, water cascading down her back is mesmerizing. But like she has eyes there too, a weird mist suddenly fogs up around her, blocking the view.
...What is this, some shonen manga censorship trick? She's got no blind spots.
"...Focus on washing."
"Done."
"You go first, then."
Filling the tub takes forever in a normal house—especially one twice the size—but her magic makes it instant. Even the temp's perfect. We both prefer scalding over warm anyway. I dump in some bath salts from home and sink into the heat first. She follows soon after, easing in from her toes.
"...Hnnngh..."
She lets out this sultry sigh, settling across from me. The mist was gone, but it flares up again the moment she senses my gaze.
"Can't even see your face."
"...Who needs a face in the bath."
Might look like solid defense, but to me, it's full of openings.
"Wanna see your face."
"......"
No movement for ages, then poof—the mist vanishes all at once. She's splashing lightly, guarding below, and mumbles softer than before.
"...It's red 'cause it's hot. For real."
"......"
I just smile faintly without replying, and she bites her lip, starting to splash me. I block some droplets but mostly take it.
"...Ow."
She tries keeping the pout, but cracks into laughter.
"...Ha, seriously..."
She reins it in once, but once the guard's down, she can't rebuild it. In the end, she chills quietly, enjoying the hot water's slosh.
Our personalities mesh, and we're so comfy together that silence feels natural. Just sharing the space is enough.
She looks lost in thought, then claps lightly.
"Oh yeah, club tomorrow. They said toss out any ideas, whatever."
"Cool. When'd they say?"
She's got an eerie knack for club chat updates.
"Duh, I only got alarms on two rooms. See 'em right away."
"No kidding?"
I usually mute all chat notifications—told 'em to text or call for real stuff. Figured she'd do the same, but nope. Guess the club means that much to her. Pulling alarms outta this Yoo Seol-ah? Impressive.
"One's the club—what's the other?"
I remember her saying two and ask. She clams up. Then it hits me—stupid question.
"...Of course it's you... Think about it."
The tsundere grumble seals it—she's embarrassed. Same for me; you're my only alarm. Just been together so much lately, forgot we don't text.
Club chat makes two points. A warm glow, like the bathwater, spreads through me.
"Had a good break?"
"Yeah, you too, oppa?"
"Kinda busy, but yeah."
We reunite in the club room after classes. Not super familiar with the space yet, but the crew's so tight, location doesn't matter.
Club meets mean watching Lee Seo-yeon—always fun. With me and Yoo Seol-ah glued together, she sticks to Doyun hyung by default. No skinship anymore, barely even starts convos. I feel Yoo Seol-ah stifling laughs beside me, but we watch silently till Doyun hyung speaks.
"Wanna nail down the big picture today. Got a ton prepped."
He fires up his PC and the screen. If he's prepped heavy, it'll be next-level.
As it boots, he tosses out casually:
"Quick question first—wanna be playable characters?"
Most chars are Astasia folks, but should we model ourselves in-game? I mull it, but Yoo Seol-ah answers fast.
"Even if we borrow others, change our looks and names."
"Why?"
Plain curiosity, but she hesitates then states firm:
"...Game blows up, right? Then doujins of characters just like us—500 each. You ready?"
"Ah."
Never crossed my mind, but yeah, nodding now. Inevitable if it hits big—subculture gacha game's prime doujin fodder.
Doyun hyung chuckles, caught off-guard.
"...Yeah, girls especially."
But she shakes her head.
"Not just girls. Kain-Naid doujins? Dozens easy. Assuming success."
"......"
"...Gotta dodge that for real."
Ugh, nightmare fuel. Her conviction has us three eyeing her with respect.
"...Don't look at me like that... Not the kinda respect I want..."
Yoo Seol-ah's always one step ahead. Admiration levels up again.