So This Is What You Like
"Uh..."
Our eyes met, but Se-eun lowered hers a little, then slowly wrapped her arms around my body.
"...T-tired?"
"Mm. Ah... no, I think I'm just a little sleepy."
"Come in first..."
Se-eun's reaction was hard to read. Whatever had happened with Won-chul last night, whatever kind of night they had spent—her demeanor only fed my curiosity.
From Se-eun, who had collapsed onto the sofa, a faint lavender scent I had never smelled on her before rose gently. Body wash and shampoo from the hotel, no doubt. And probably the same scent Won-chul had used.
For a moment the image of the two of them stepping into the shower booth together flashed through my mind.
Ah, no way.
Even so, I was desperate to know what they had done through that night—far too long for something that was supposed to be limited to missionary position, once.
...I can't say it.
My heart was a mess. I wanted to tell her this wasn't the form I wanted, and yet right now my chest was boiling harder than it ever had. And I was afraid that even a hint of that would sound to Se-eun like I didn't treasure her.
So I simply offered her my shoulder and waited for her to open her mouth.
"...Idiot."
"H-huh?"
"The conditions... were way too empty, you idiot."
Conditions? Missionary, no kissing, and what else? Con—condom too. Had Won-chul broken something? No—if they were empty...
"He... touched you?"
Se-eun cracked her eyes open and gave a tiny, embarrassed nod. Touching had already been allowed back at the motel last time...
"What did Won-chul—"
"Ah... no, not like that. It was all still inside the conditions, but..."
She lightly thumped my chest a couple of times with a sulky look.
"...Idiot."
Still in the realm of cute pouting... right? It felt like she was saying nothing I needed to worry about had happened. I swallowed hard. The restless feeling only shook harder.
Netorase play always came with a report afterward. I had never told Se-eun about that. Or rather, I hadn't been able to. Was it because the suggestion had come from Won-chul, not me? Or because the play itself hadn't been in the direction I wanted?
But right now I wanted to hear it. I was desperate to know what she would tell me about last night.
Se-eun watched my Adam's apple bob, pressed her body even closer against me, and gently stroked my arm up and down as she whispered in a small voice.
"...Want to hear what happened?"
I flinched. My heart, and the thing that had already been hard the whole time, both jumped.
I didn't know whether she had looked at my lower stomach. But Se-eun studied my reaction, watching me as I stayed frozen without an answer; then she planted her hand on my thigh and, without waiting for me to speak, opened her lips in a voice that carried the faintest hint of coquetry.
"...I was so nervous going in... maybe it showed, because Won-chul oppa offered me a drink."
Won-chul oppa.
Oppa!
She probably wasn't trying to provoke my jealousy with the word. I knew that, so why did even that ordinary form of address make my chest surge like this?
—I didn't know if the feeling showed on my face. Se-eun never took her eyes off mine as she continued.
"I took a sip and it didn't seem that strong, so I drank a little while we talked."
"W-what about...?"
Se-eun paused for a moment.
"Just... the materials you gave him last time, things like that."
Her answer sent a strange sharp ache through my heart.
"And then."
She fidgeted, tracing over my thigh.
"While we were talking we took each other's clothes off... and since touching was allowed, Won-chul oppa... t-touched my breasts."
It was hard to believe the pace had been that fast. My heart dropped at her report.
"It felt embarrassing, like he was appraising me... his gaze was a little scary. Aha..."
I had heard that cute little laugh of hers plenty of times in awkward moments. Hearing it now, in a report about Won-chul, made jealousy flare.
"Then his hand came up over my pan...ties. Over the panties... he went tap, tap."
The hand resting on my thigh seemed to reenact Won-chul's touch, tapping lightly against the fabric of my pants.
"When he did that... the feeling got weird really fast. I think I got a little... w-wet right away."
It was only a report. She wasn't putting on a coquettish act to deliberately stoke my jealousy the way characters did in fiction. Se-eun was simply recounting what had happened in a low voice. So why was I hoping the pain in my heart would never stop?
"A-and thennn."
There was more. But Se-eun seemed too embarrassed to say it; she twisted her body shyly.
"He asked if I'd ever given a... a blowjob."
Blow... blowjob.
"When I said I had..."
She couldn't easily continue.
"...D-did you? For Won-chul...?"
When Se-eun nodded at my question, my vision lurched hard up and down.
"...Should I stop talking?"
...I didn't know. Maybe it showed on my face, because Se-eun pressed herself even tighter against me. It must have been out of worry, but when her hand settled deeper on my leg again, it brushed the cock that her report had made harder than ever before.
Ah...
I was scared. Scared she would think I was a sick freak and despise me. Se-eun's eyes went round for a second at the state of my cock, but then, face flushed, she slowly began to stroke it.
"...I learned... how to do it. What a man likes."
She had learned. Se-eun had learned from Won-chul how to suck a man off so that it satisfied him. My first sex, my first blowjob—everything had been with me. I had been the one who hoped she could become skilled like Eun-chae. I felt like I was about to burst into ugly tears, a grown man who'd already finished his military service, and yet my cock twitched like it was about to come any second.
"W-want me to...?"
"..."
This time Se-eun waited stubbornly for my answer, continuing to stroke me with her hand. I was desperate to know exactly what she was thinking right now. Why was she asking? Was there some other reaction or answer she expected from me?
"...D-do it."
I didn't know if that was the right answer. Without much change in expression, Se-eun slowly lowered the zipper of my pants. The tip of my underwear, tented tight enough to tear, was already soaked with my precum. When she peeled the fabric down, my cock sprang free as if it would explode. Se-eun hesitated for a moment at the sight, then took it in her soft hand again and slowly took the head into her mouth.
It was completely different from the cute way she had suckled and licked last time. The way her pursed lips, the insides of her cheeks, and her tongue wound around me was similar to Eun-chae's. Se-eun's head bobbed lightly; even with that shy expression, a faint vulgarity seeped through.
"Ugh!"
"—Uhk!"
Just the light brush of her tongue under the head made my lower half buck. I clamped my thighs together hard, but the effort was pointless—in less than a minute I came in her mouth.
Se-eun, mouth full of my semen, flailed her hands in panic and bolted for the bathroom.
"S-sorry!"
"Eugh... pfft, tis—tissue, please."
"Just a sec..."
I hurried over with my cock still dangling and brought her tissues; she rinsed her mouth and wiped it. Even I hadn't expected to finish that fast. Her mouth was far more stimulating than before, but more than that, it was because I had been throbbing the entire time I listened to the report.
But I couldn't let it end like this. Even after just coming, the desire to hold Se-eun boiled up. When she turned around with reddened eyes, I immediately caught her by the shoulders.
"...Honey?"
I want to hold you. I want to do it. Maybe it's because you gave Won-chul a blowjob, and because of the sex I still haven't heard about... but I want to hold you like crazy.
The moment I tried to steal her lips—
"—Ah, aah!"
Se-eun cried out and looked at the clock.
"Oh no! I didn't even call home... w-what do I do?"
She burst out of the bathroom, checked her phone, and fretted, stamping her feet before hurriedly pulling on her coat.
"I-I have to go. Dad seems really mad."
"Ah... a-yeah. Okay, hurry."
...It couldn't be helped. Se-eun was my girlfriend. Today wasn't the only day. Still, the cooling of the arousal her report had lit was not a pleasant feeling. Especially not now, after last night when she had spent it with Won-chul instead of me.
"I-I'm going!"
"Yeah. Be caref—"
Without waiting for my goodbye she started to leave, then suddenly spun back and kissed me on the lips, face faintly flushed.
"...Sorry? I love you, Honey."
"I-I love you too."
Se-eun smiled shyly and hurried down the stairs. Thud. The door closed, and the room filled with silence that matched the tumult still rolling in my chest.
I sat slowly on the sofa, stroking the cushion that still held her warmth, then took out my cock—still wet with the semen her lips had left behind. Fantasizing about the Se-eun and Won-chul of last night that I hadn't been able to hear about, I began to move my hand up and down.
"Whew."
Se-eun returned to her room drying her wet hair. Coaxing her father with a little cuteness had quickly cooled his anger, but too many things had piled up; she collapsed onto the bed under a wave of fatigue.
"Haa."
A sigh without a clear reason refused to stop. She opened her phone and checked the time—11:40, almost midnight. The events of yesterday and today still seemed to linger in her body. When she had gone back to Minjae and told him about the night, it had felt as if she were someone else. The new side of herself she had discovered only afterward felt a little frightening, and her heart fluttered strangely.
Ding.
Honey?
Se-eun opened her phone at once.
But the sender wasn't Minjae. It was Won-chul.
What time is it even...
A time when even close people didn't usually message. Se-eun frowned for a second, then let out a short sigh and tapped at her phone.
Did Minjae like... it?
Se-eun had watched her boyfriend's face the entire time. She had been embarrassed, but when she calmly told him about the night, Minjae's face—nostrils flaring with excitement—rose clearly in her mind. His awkward posture. The way he couldn't sit still. And the thing her hand had touched, throbbing as if it would come right then and there.
Whether he "liked" it, she wasn't sure. But it was clear that Minjae had gotten several times more excited than usual from her report.
...
"Hmm."
Suddenly Se-eun remembered the night before. Won-chul showing her that enormous cock and claiming they had used up all the condoms. She had seen exactly what kind of answer he wanted from her, and honestly, caught up in that strange atmosphere, she had almost given in. Even so she had calmly shown her refusal. Won-chul had said he understood, left only a note while she was washing, and slipped out of the hotel. In the end Se-eun had spent the rest of the night alone in the bed before coming home.
Still messaging so casually... this guy.
Whether he was thick-skinned or shameless. She had planned not to mention that Won-chul had given off that kind of vibe, even if Minjae hadn't finished so fast. In the end she had refused, and Won-chul had left right away.
My... feelings.
Honestly, even she thought the alcohol still hadn't fully left her system. The restless fidgeting, the jealousy—Minjae trying so hard to endure all of it, and every bit of it showing. That look had been so cute, so lovable that—
More...
Se-eun's gaze, which had been staring into empty air, locked onto her reflection in the mirror. She startled and sat up on the bed.
Her reflection in the mirror. It was only a thin, comfortable bra, but her erect nipples were poking out clearly, and the face looking back at her wore an expression she had never seen before—lewd.