What Happened When We Were Alone (1)
Se-eun’s pouty expression showed no sign of softening.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I should have told you first.”
“…I don’t care.”
She turned her head away with a little huff.
It was the wrong moment to think it, but she looked so adorable.
Still, I couldn’t just leave her mood like this.
I moved to the sofa where she sat and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
She didn’t turn back toward me, but she didn’t push my hand away either.
“…I get anxious when you’re not around, Honey.”
At least she was still calling me Honey.
“You don’t have to worry so much. You know Won-chul hyung.”
Truthfully, my own assessment of Won-chul hyung leaned a little more toward fear than comfort. But for Se-eun’s sake I deliberately spoke based on the polite face he had always shown us.
“Come to think of it, didn’t you say Won-chul hyung was going to send you something? Did you get it?”
“Ah, yeah. He sent it right away.”
Then she turned back to me, face flushed with embarrassment.
“He picked out really useful reference material… which only makes it more mortifying.”
…So that was it.
Se-eun was anxious and embarrassed about the situation she was about to face, not about Won-chul hyung himself.
Even after experiencing that enormous cock once.
Of course. No one just melts and falls for a guy just because his dick is big—that only happens in fiction.
I tried to plaster that thought over the memory of Se-eun completely undone by Won-chul hyung’s cock.
But that memory wasn’t something that would vanish so easily.
What mattered was the heart, right?
I loved Se-eun as much as she loved me.
Even if she came apart for a moment of pleasure, she would always come back in front of my eyes and call me Honey.
…Wait. I was the one getting more anxious here, not her.
“I love you, Se-eun.”
“…What’s with the sudden line?”
I’d said it because I wanted to erase the unease, but Se-eun seemed to think I was just trying to soothe her sulk. Her pout returned.
“…Aren’t you anxious at all, Honey?”
“…Huh?”
“Hmph. Even if I… even if I end up in Won-chul oppa’s arms!”
She forced the words out with slightly reddened cheeks.
“Still… you’re not anxious?”
The way she looked up at me like a cat made my heart pound.
Was I not anxious?
Of course—
“I am anxious.”
“…What?”
“I’m anxious, I’m jealous… and I hate that you call Won-chul hyung ‘oppa’ too.”
Once my mouth opened, the honest feelings poured out one after another.
“I’ve never loved anyone like this in my life. How could I not be anxious?”
“….”
Se-eun’s face turned as red as a tomato now—exactly the expression she’d worn when I first confessed to her.
“That’s why I’m even more anxious, and also… sorry. And grateful… all of that.”
“….”
“Weird, right? Deciding everything on my own like this.”
Even as I said it, the words didn’t line up.
I claimed to love her so much, yet my actions were sending my precious girlfriend to Won-chul hyung.
…Once this is over, I’ll tell her everything honestly. About Yeong-u hyung and Eun-chae noona. I didn’t start this because I wanted netorase from the beginning.
And if Se-eun couldn’t accept that kind of love the way they did, then I would stop this whole thing. I could stop.
“…Do you love me a lot?”
Se-eun asked back.
Honestly, it wasn’t the question I’d expected. I’d braced myself for “Why?”
But her expression looked like she simply wanted to confirm my love.
“I liked you from the first moment I saw you, and now I like you even more than back then… I love you.”
The instant the words left my mouth she buried herself in my arms.
Even her ears had gone red; my answer must have pleased her greatly.
“…Hey. Honestly, I still… don’t really know.”
“Hm?”
“About this kind of thing. It feels awkward… and I often just wish it could be only the two of us.”
The guilt I felt toward Se-eun only grew.
“…Ah! That’s not what I meant to say.”
“No, it’s okay. You can tell me everyth—”
“No, I really didn’t mean that. What I wanted to say is…”
Nestled against my chest, Se-eun peeked up at me.
“So… no matter what kind of Honey you are… I… I like you too, Honey. I love you… Honey.”
…Huh?
That… that meant…
Then, as if suddenly too shy, she sealed my mouth with quick little pecks—soft, cute kisses one after another.
Checking her words right here and now would have been the most tactless thing in the world.
I simply toppled backward, pulling her into my arms, and stayed still, feeling her warmth.
“…Honey.”
“Yeah.”
“Were you… jealous?”
When I stayed quiet without answering, she squished my cheek.
“Of course I was jealous…”
“…So that’s why, back then.”
“Yeah…?”
“…At the motel. That night you went so hard… all night long… was it because of that?”
She was talking about the time after we called Won-chul hyung—after he left.
Just remembering it made my cock flare hot. Twitch, twitch. Se-eun, lying on top of me, must have felt the reaction.
“…Right?”
“…I don’t know.”
When I turned my head without answering, Se-eun whined from above, begging me to tell her. She was so ridiculously cute I could have died.
The luxurious hotel lobby practically forced me to check the outfit I’d carefully chosen for today.
When I sent Won-chul hyung the time slot, I never imagined the place he would choose would be somewhere like this.
Outside the windows the city nightscape glittered, and the people moving around carried an air of easy leisure.
How much would one night here cost…?
For a poor student who still trembled at the idea of a trip to Japan, it was a place I had never even imagined.
Se-eun’s tension was obvious. A flush stayed on her cheeks the entire time, as if she had caught a cold.
Instead of speaking I took her hand; she squeezed back tightly.
It felt like confirming our love.
No matter what actions we took, no matter what acts we performed, our love would remain unchanged.
That was what I hoped.
“Ah.”
Won-chul hyung spotted us first and waved.
His clothes were neither as over-the-top luxurious as when we’d reunited, nor as casually relaxed as at the motel. They suited this place perfectly.
Won-chul hyung looked like he belonged here.
“You two are already here.”
“…Ah, hyung.”
He smiled brightly at Se-eun’s polite little bow.
Looking only at that nice smile, there seemed to be no reason at all to feel uneasy about him…
Come on, you’ve already confirmed it. How much Se-eun loves you.
I had to put the thought into full sentences for my heart to settle.
“I already checked us in.”
Won-chul hyung deliberately pulled out the key card and showed it, as if to say no further words were needed.
“Th-then…”
I glanced at Se-eun.
She nodded as if she understood, then slowly walked toward Won-chul hyung with a red face.
Won-chul hyung looked back and forth between the two of us, then without a word started walking toward the elevator.
Se-eun, a little flustered, hurried after him with small steps.
Just before the elevator doors closed she looked at me and forced a smile.
My girl was going to be held by Won-chul hyung.
“Would you like something to drink?”
Before Se-eun even had time to admire the luxurious interior of the suite, Won-chul spoke.
“Ah, n-no… I’m fine.”
“Really?”
He casually tossed his coat onto the sofa.
Se-eun hesitated a moment, then carefully removed her own thick coat and laid it neatly beside it.
“You know, Se-eun… haha.”
“Y-yes?”
Won-chul scratched his cheek with an embarrassed smile.
“You’re so tense it’s obvious.”
“Ah… ahaha…”
“Don’t just stand there. Sit down.”
She sat stiffly on the sofa, feeling her own tension all too clearly.
Maybe I should have just accepted the drink when he offered earlier.
As if reading her mind, Won-chul approached, poured a glass, and set it in front of her.
After a brief hesitation Se-eun lifted the glass and took a small sip.
Even though she was a lightweight, the alcohol didn’t hit immediately, but it was enough to loosen the tension a little.
“Honestly, I was a bit surprised when Minjae first suggested it.”
Unlike last time, Won-chul went straight into an awkward topic.
“…Yeah, I suppose so.”
“But then again, it’s not exactly some ultra-minor fetish. What surprised me was that Minjae of all people was into it.”
“….”
Not a minor fetish?
Even Se-eun, who was relatively ignorant about these things, knew perfectly well how far outside the ordinary this situation was.
She simply loved Minjae enough that she wanted to understand even this side of him.
Understanding had come second to the raw feeling of it, though.
Their first invitation-man encounter with Won-chul—leaving aside how close she had come to fainting from the experience itself—afterward, when she and Minjae were alone, she had been caught in an emotional whirlwind she had never felt in her life.
I-is that true…? Are there really a lot of people who do this?
“Is that so…?”
“Of course.”
The words seemed to relax her a little more; Se-eun lifted the glass again.
“Are you okay with it, Se-eun?”
“Sorry? With what…?”
“I just wondered if maybe you’re forcing yourself to go along with Minjae.”
The answer didn’t come easily.
As a woman through and through, saying out loud that she enjoyed this too felt too burdensome.
But leaving Minjae alone in this—making him the odd one out just because he wasn’t in the room—felt even worse.
“…Ahaha, no, it’s not like that.”
She answered while trying her best not to sound embarrassed.
“That’s a relief, then.”
Another small sip. Compared to the liquor Won-chul had brought last time, this one felt a bit heavier, but still not too much for Se-eun.
“Did Minjae tell you about the conditions?”
“Conditions… ah, yes.”
Missionary only. One round. Touching allowed.
No kissing. Condom mandatory.
Every single word that came to mind was mortifying. A light flush of alcohol began to bloom on Se-eun’s already pink cheeks.
…It’s getting a little warm…
The turtleneck pulled all the way up to her neck suddenly felt a bit stifling.
“Well then—”
“—Ah…!”
Without warning Won-chul began unbuttoning his shirt.
Even if she didn’t want to look, her eyes naturally followed the solid body being revealed.
Minjae’s body was plenty nice, but next to Won-chul it was only hobbyist-level maintenance.
There’s not an ounce of fat on those muscles… they look incredibly hard.
Won-chul kept stripping without the slightest hesitation.
Even with her sitting right there, he showed no reserve about dropping his pants either.
Left only in underwear that clearly outlined the heavy shape beneath, he looked like a Western underwear model.
It was the attitude of a man who knew exactly how attractive his body was.
“…Um, Se-eun.”
“Y-yes?”
Startled at being caught staring at his body the whole time, Se-eun answered quickly.
Won-chul wore a slightly different smile than before.
“Are you going to make me strip alone?”
“Ah…”
Suddenly she remembered again why the two of them were here together.
Se-eun drained the remaining alcohol in her glass in one go, then
“…Okay…”
with a shy face, began removing her clothes one by one, gradually revealing the carefully chosen black lingerie to Won-chul.
“You’re beautiful.”
“….”
The bra holding her full breasts was a size too small, so the soft upper swell rose invitingly.
She barely managed to stop her hand from drifting between her thighs—those slightly parted, ticklishly sensitive thighs that refused to stay closed.
When she felt Won-chul’s gaze from the chair landing on her body like a physical touch, her breathing grew faster and her knees drew inward.
His underwear had swollen, clearly outlining the shape of what lay beneath, yet Won-chul acted as if it didn’t matter at all.
“Se-eun.”
“Y-yes.”
“What you and Minjae are doing right now… you can do it in a way that Minjae would like a little more.”