Afterglow (2)
"I'm leaving now."
After spending the day at my studio apartment, Seeun bundled herself up in her winter clothes.
I heard it was freezing outside. Worried, I wrapped her scarf a little tighter around her neck, and she rewarded me with a cute kiss on the lips.
"Get home safe. Drive carefully."
"Okay. I'll call you as soon as I get home!"
Still, neither of us wanted to let go just yet.
We held each other in a tight, bone-crushing embrace at the front door before I finally let her leave.
Maybe it was because we had been glued to each other all weekend, but the apartment felt incredibly empty the moment she left.
I lay down on the sofa, which still held her warmth. I toyed with the remote control before tossing it aside, rolling over onto my back to stare blankly at the ceiling.
This is nice. How could anyone be this happy?
She was pure, beautiful, and had an amazing body. My vocabulary felt far too limited to find the right words to describe her.
I was spending the happiest days of my life with a girlfriend like that.
It felt like a barrier had been stripped away. The way we loved each other was gradually shifting to perfectly suit my tastes.
She had given me a blowjob. That Seeun!
This was the same Seeun who used to get incredibly embarrassed when I tried to eat her out, let alone during basic missionary sex.
Maybe we can invite another Chodaenam next time?
Overwhelmed with happiness, I rolled around on the floor hugging a cushion. As I was acting in a way that would make anyone cringe if they saw me—
"...Ah."
A white paper bag in the corner of the room caught my eye.
It contained the alcohol and glasses Wonchul had brought to the motel when we invited him as our guest.
Seeun and I had finished the leftover alcohol, but I had washed the glasses clean and stored them in that bag.
Should I return those? Wonchul didn't say anything about them.
Even to my untrained eye, they didn't look like ordinary glasses. They seemed quite expensive.
The reason I had left them in my room instead of returning them was simply because it felt awkward to contact him.
Thinking back, how must I have looked to Wonchul? Ugh.
At the time, I had been so blinded by Seeun's permission that my vision had narrowed. I had blurted out such a request on the very first day we met after my military discharge.
Looking back at my actions and the outcome now, a few things felt slightly off.
Wonchul had accepted my invitation without asking a single thing about Seeun.
Even so, wouldn't anyone invited to a setup like that be curious about who the girlfriend was or what she looked like?
Even on social media, people usually post blurred photos when recruiting a guest.
Maybe he was just going along with my request, but...
Seeing his wealth, which I hadn't known about before, and how naturally he handled sex made me wonder if he was really the same guy who used to help me lift weights in the military.
Suddenly, a thought struck me.
...What about Seeun?
How did he look to my girlfriend, Seeun?
His height, his looks... and though it annoyed me to admit it, even the muscles I had built from working out couldn't compare to his. Even his cock.
How did Seeun remember Wonchul, after panting and taking that thick cock of his?
Fending off useless anxiety and male jealousy, I tried to clear my head by recalling our warm embrace from earlier.
This was just cuckold play, just like Yeongwoo and Eunchae did.
And our relationship had only gotten better because of it.
...Wait.
Before I knew it, my dick had grown rock hard.
We were at a quiet, slightly secluded cafe on the outskirts of town that we had discovered while dating.
Since Seeun preferred to avoid crowded areas near the campus, this place had naturally become our go-to meeting spot.
The drinks were good, and the atmosphere felt quite comfortable now.
Today, we were sitting together in our usual designated spot.
"And... Seeun, do you have any plans for the Friday, Saturday, and Sunday after next?"
"Huh? Hold on a second."
Seeun checked her schedule on her phone.
"Hmm... Nope! I'm free. Why?"
"Once winter is over, you'll be a senior. You're going to be really busy... so I was thinking, maybe we should go on a winter trip before that?"
"...Hehe."
Seeun's smile was always a joy to look at.
"Yeah! I'd love to. Hehe, where should we go?"
"I looked up a few places. Let's check them out together."
"Okay, okay."
Sitting side by side, we searched for travel destinations on my laptop.
If I stretched my budget a bit, we could probably go somewhere nicer and more exciting.
Watching Seeun chatter and laugh beside me as she stared at the screen made me want to splurge for her.
Chime.
The bell chimed every time the cafe door opened. Normally, I wouldn't have paid it any mind.
But for some reason, that sound caught my attention.
When I reflexively turned my gaze toward the entrance—
My very first thought was, Why?
"Oh, Minjae."
Wonchul?
What was he doing here?
Hearing my name, Seeun looked up as well. Her eyes widened the moment she saw Wonchul's face, and she quickly pressed herself closer to my side.
"Ah, and... haha, Seeun, right? You two are together."
"Ah, yes..."
Wonchul offered a slightly awkward smile.
"Haha, do you mind if... I sit down for a moment?"
I had no excuse to refuse.
"Oh, sure."
"Thanks."
Sitting across from us, Wonchul looked around the cafe with a smile.
"I was just passing by and liked the exterior, so I decided to pop in. What a coincidence."
"Ah... yes..."
A coincidence...
This cafe didn't belong to us, so it could indeed be a coincidence, but...
"Ah, first of all."
"Yeah?"
"Since it's a bit awkward for me too, how about we agree not to talk about what happened back then?"
At those words, Seeun's face flushed so red it looked ready to burst.
"Ah, yeah. Let's do that, hyung."
When I answered for us, Wonchul let out a sigh of relief, his expression relaxing.
Was I being too sensitive?
Wonchul was surprisingly eloquent.
He carried on a casual conversation so naturally that it made me wonder if he had ever actually held Seeun in his arms right in front of my eyes.
Swept up in the flow of the conversation, the two of us also began to bury that memory.
"Come to think of it... Seeun, are you older than Minjae?"
"No, we're the same age."
"Ah, then... you'll be a senior soon. Right?"
Wonchul directed the question back to me.
He was acting like a talk show host, making sure no one was left out of the three-way conversation. I had to admit, it was impressive.
"You must be getting busy now."
"Well, yes. Ahaha."
As if she had never blushed in the first place, Seeun seemed to have regained her composure.
When it came up that Wonchul worked for a major conglomerate, she began asking him about qualifications and job-hunting strategies as if seeking advice.
Was I really worrying over nothing?
So far, Wonchul's attitude toward Seeun was strictly that of a friend's girlfriend. Nothing more.
Come to think of it, he had shown the same attitude when we were drinking before starting at the motel that day. He was friendly to Seeun, but he never behaved in a way that would make me anxious or insecure.
...Right. In a way, I was the one who started this whole mess.
My feelings were complicated, but I definitely felt a bit relieved.
"Ah."
My phone vibrated. The screen displayed "Mother" in large letters.
"Is that your mother?"
"Ah, yeah. Let me take this quickly."
Talking to family in front of others was always a bit embarrassing.
I stepped out of the cafe and answered my mother's call in the alleyway.
She immediately launched into her usual nagging complaints—how I never called her lately, whether I was eating properly.
To be fair, Seeun had been occupying my mind so much that I had neglected keeping in touch.
Only after I apologized and promised to call regularly did her voice soften.
"Right, nothing out of the ordinary going on lately, is there?"
Nothing out of the ordinary.
I hadn't even told my parents about Seeun yet.
If I did, my overbearing parents would pester me to bring her over immediately.
I planned to introduce her after graduation, but not just yet.
"Yeah. Nothing. I'm doing fine."
She worried too much.
After telling me not to skip meals and to cook at home instead of eating out, the brief call came to an end.
When I returned to the cafe, only Seeun was sitting at our table.
Where did Wonchul go?
"You're back?"
"Yeah. Where's Wonchul?"
"Didn't you run into him? He got a call and said he had to leave first."
"Really?"
Did he have an emergency?
Checking my phone, I saw a text message from Wonchul apologizing for leaving early due to urgent business.
"Hmm."
"He seems really smart. He answered everything I asked..."
Honestly, in terms of acquaintances, Wonchul's credentials were off the charts.
Great body, good personality, a prestigious job, academic background, and qualifications.
For Seeun, who was closer to facing the job market than I was, his brief assistance seemed highly welcome.
"He said he'd send me some materials for the TOEIC and other things later. What a relief."
"Really? I should contact him then."
"Ah, no! It's fine."
"...Huh?"
"It's okay. I got Wonchul-oppa's number."
Oppa?
Seeun spoke so casually.
It wasn't even like she was trying to act innocent because she had nothing to hide. She genuinely saw nothing wrong with it.
Did they agree to call each other that in the short time I was on the phone?
"...Hmm? Honey?"
Seeun's smile, which always made me smile along with her.
But looking at that smile now, a different impulse surged in my mind.
Just like when the freshmen at school insulted Seeun, calling her a slut.
Just like when Wonchul left the motel room after pumping his thick semen deep inside Seeun's pussy.
I wanted to hold Seeun like crazy.
"Fuuu..."
It was just before midnight when Seeun returned home.
Forgetting their original date plans, Minjae had dragged her straight to a motel.
Today's sex, which started with a kiss and immediate penetration without any foreplay, felt somewhat different from their usual intimate moments.
If I had to compare it... it felt a bit like... that time...
Even alone in her room, Seeun's face turned as red as a beet at the thought of "that time."
Rough sex. The kind of sex where his touch, his embrace, and his desperate need for her were expressed through his entire body, as if he couldn't contain himself even though she was right in front of him.
It was far from romantic, but seeing how much Minjae wanted her made her feel a little happy.
And it was also a little... hehe. Honey was so cute.
She even found him cute for trying so hard. Seeun realized she was truly head over heels for Minjae.
"...I-I love you, honey..."
Confessing her love aloud like a schoolgirl made her feel embarrassed.
She dove onto her bed, hugging her stuffed rabbit and rolling around, when her phone rang.
Minjae?
When she turned on her phone, she saw two attachments sent by someone else.
The sender was Wonchul, with whom she had exchanged numbers today.
She hadn't expected him to send the requested materials so quickly.
Receiving his message while alone in her room made the memory of that day even clearer than when they were at the cafe.
Still, Seeun did her best to send a polite thank-you message.
This should be fine, right?
The conversation ended cleanly.
Even though their first meeting had been incredibly embarrassing, Wonchul seemed like a decent person.
Above all, it took only a brief conversation to realize how valuable his advice was, given his credentials and career.
Yet, whenever she thought of him, the memory of that motel room inevitably followed.
...
Thinking back.
It was still deeply embarrassing and shameful... but Minjae, looking so anxious and restless in that motel room, might have been the cutest she had ever seen him.
"Huh?"
"Hehe. Surprised?"
When I opened the door to the doorbell ringing early in the morning, Seeun was standing there.
Without even warning me... If I had known she was coming, I would have just spent the night with her.
As soon as she walked in, she quickly changed into comfortable clothes and plonked herself down on the sofa.
Even though it was just a studio apartment I would eventually move out of, right now it felt like a honeymoon home.
The sweatpants Seeun wore highlighted her rear end perfectly.
And every time I saw her like that—especially lately—my lust flared up. She's trying to tempt me, the little tease.
I immediately pressed myself against her, squeezing her butt as I leaned in to kiss her.
"Ah, ah! Again?!"
"Come on. Let's do it, please?"
"Lately, every time you come over, all we do is have sex."
I flinched.
It wasn't because she had hit a sore spot. Rather, her playful complaint felt like the perfect opportunity to bring up 'that topic' I had been thinking about.
A guest, Netorase...
Of course, Seeun had drawn a firm line, saying it would only happen once.
That was why I hadn't brought it up, but I had planned to mention it casually and playfully if the right moment ever presented itself.
Is this the moment?
"...Then, well. Should we... invite someone over again?"
I spoke with a mischievous grin, pretending it was just a joke.
But.
"..."
Instead of answering, Seeun pulled her knees to her chest and hid her blushing face behind them.
This reaction...?
I had suspected that Seeun didn't entirely hate the memory of that day, but...
I hadn't expected this kind of response to a proposal I had just tossed out on a whim.
"...Do you... want to do it again?"
As Seeun looked up at me with a flushed face and asked that question—
My heart began to beat wildly in my chest.