Goodnight Kiss
"Give me a goodnight kiss."
"If I sleep now, I'll probably wake up at night... and I have something to do then... with you."
Her stomach was comfortably full, bringing back her usual personality—or maybe it was just the embarrassment kicking in hard. Her voice trembled, she turned her head slightly as she spoke, but she couldn't hide her flushed ears. Truth be told, I'd held back for five days too, but I was handling it pretty well compared to her. Still, her blatantly seductive words shifted the mood into something strangely electric. For her to say something like that even while drowsy meant her urges were seriously piling up.
The bus arrived soon enough, and we walked to the stop near her place without a single word. Yoo Seol-ah just naturally leaned on my shoulder and closed her eyes. Back in the day, she'd get embarrassed knowing she'd fallen asleep on me like that. For her to do it so casually now might seem minor, but it meant a lot to me.
"We're here."
"...Yeah."
These days, it was routine: after getting off the bus, we'd head straight to Yoo Seol-ah's place first. I'd see her up, then head home. It was the best way to stay together as long as possible. But she'd said she was sleepy and mentioned something to do at night, so maybe I'd just head back? We lived so close that I could always come right back if needed.
Yoo Seol-ah punched in the entrance code on the first floor without a word, then turned to me standing there.
"...If you don't have anything going on, come in."
"No plans."
Not yet, anyway. Once the semester really kicked off, spending the whole day with her like this might get tough. Since I was seriously thinking about marrying her, I felt the need for a stable job—something that looked reliable on paper. I'd brainstormed plenty of ways to make money using my Astasia skills. Nothing illegal, but stuff like SNS influencing could've been easy. For now, though, I'd shelved it. Those powers were mine, sure, but I'd worked my ass off on Earth before the isekai trip, and I took pride in that. My goal since returning was to live life on my terms, and right now, that meant marrying Yoo Seol-ah. So, of course I'd hustle in every way to be the guy worthy of her.
The semester hadn't started yet, so the weekend was wide open. I was confident in my grades anyway—no way I'd neglect her once classes began. Priorities, right?
"...You're way too casual about this."
On the seventh floor, I punched in her door code like it was my own—which it pretty much was by now—and held the door for her. She gave me that half-amused, half-exasperated tone. I'd been here enough times that it felt natural, but I could see why the homeowner might find it a bit ridiculous.
The moment we stepped inside, she dropped her bag and beelined for the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. After a bit, she stretched out a hand toward me.
What does that hand want?
"I can't sleep like this... I need to shower first. That's the only way I sleep well."
"Showering before bed's the way to go."
"...Hey."
I just nodded in agreement, but apparently, that wasn't the right answer. She scrunched her face a tiny bit.
"Help me up..."
"Oh..."
Finally got it. Her skinship craving was adorable, so instead of just grabbing her hand, I scooped under her waist and thighs, lifting her up.
"Hey, hey!"
I gently set her wriggling self on the floor. She let out a disbelieving chuckle.
"...You could've just pulled me up normally."
"It's fine. You're light."
"......"
Honestly, with her killer curves, she wasn't that light, but I caught the slight uptick of her lips.
"...Don't look this way."
I turned away and sat on the opposite side of the bed, checking my phone schedule. A soft rustle, then the bathroom door clicked shut. Guess undressing alone still embarrassed her. And faster than I expected, the door opened again—her in a robe I'd never seen.
"Where'd you get the robe?"
"Bought it recently. Um... I got one for you too."
"...Thanks."
Living alone, she probably just wrapped a towel after showers. Buying robes meant she was thinking ahead—for me staying over more.
At this point, as long as we don't file the papers, we're basically common-law married.
"But why shower so fast?"
"I wanna sleep quick... Used a bit of magic."
Obvious—she'd cast a few spells. Still damp, so not entirely magic.
She sat at the vanity, turning on the hairdryer, then glanced back at me.
"...Can you dry my hair?"
"Nope."
"......"
Impossible to say no to that plea, but I teased with a rejection. Her lips pouted out. Even that was gorgeous. Fresh out of the shower, with that subtle damp glow? Straight-up cheat code.
"Kidding. I'll do it."
"...Thanks."
She was hooked on my touch, no helping it. I grabbed a fresh towel, wiped the excess water, then got to work drying her hair like a pro.
"...Is there a certification for this? I'd get a hair-drying license right now."
"Dunno. Probably part of cosmetology certs?"
She lifted her now perfectly dry hair, admiring it with exaggerated awe. Truth was, I just knew drying and basic styling—no cutting, so this was my niche.
"...Go shower quick. I'll hold out till then."
"Why? Sleep first if you're tired."
She insisted on waiting, blushing faintly.
"...Falling asleep with you... makes me wake up refreshed. No joke, for real..."
Did I have a skill boosting her sleep quality? Her eyes weren't lying, though. She knew it was weird but said it anyway. I was getting sleepy too, and I'd need to shower before night anyway, so I figured I'd knock it out now.
"Where's my robe?"
"Check that drawer."
Opened the bathroom drawer—perfectly folded robe. Told her to hang tight, sped through my usual quick shower even faster. Out in about five minutes, and there she was, lounging on the bed in super comfy sleepwear: baggy white tee and gray dolphin pants. Thought she might be asleep, but no.
"Those your PJs?"
"...Yeah. Got a few like this."
The tee was so loose, one shoulder slipped out. Pants weren't tiny, but her hips made them hug just right. Turning sleepwear sexy? Talent.
Guess I should change too... My slacks weren't ideal for bed. She noticed me hesitating with my pants.
"...Just wear underwear. Guys do that a lot, right?"
"Yeah, pretty common."
Not my style, but lots of guys lounged in boxers at home. Fine—blanket's covering anyway. I stripped to undies, slipped into bed beside her still in the robe, pulled the covers up, then ditched the robe and folded it aside. Warm shower plus her pre-set AC? Perfect nap conditions. Her eyes were drooping.
She'd wake up... and we'd fuck. That was a given. Felt a bit like I'd get wrung dry, but knowing her pent-up lust, I'd prepped mentally. Not needed right now, though.
She blinked slowly, voice heavy.
"...Baek Sion."
"Yeah?"
"...Goodnight kiss."
...First time we did it, same at the motel last time. When drowsy, her affection skyrocketed. Subconscious taking over?
"Night's not here yet."
"Tch..."
Cute noise, then she turned my head and planted a quick peck. Out like a light right after. I watched her peaceful sleeping face, then dozed off too.
"...*Slurp*..."
I don't remember details, but it was a filthy dream starring Yoo Seol-ah. The pleasure in my lower half felt too real, jolting me awake. But even eyes open, why the sensation? Something off—blanket up to my neck, but a telltale bulge down below.
"......"
Flipped the blanket: Yoo Seol-ah, prone between my legs, cock half in her mouth.
"*Mmph... You're awake...*"
Never expected this in reality. Pitch black outside, but she skipped "good morning" pleasantries, slowly bobbing again.
...This night's gonna be a long one.