The First Invitation
I had found our guest. My military junior, who had now simply become an older brother figure to me—Wonchul Hyung.
Now, the only thing left to do was to tell Seeun that all the preparations were complete.
Seeun and I hadn't met at my studio apartment for quite some time.
Was it because the memories of that day kept coming back? I felt a bit reluctant. As if pretending nothing had happened, the two of us met up outside more often than not.
It wasn't intentional, but of all times, it was when Seeun was relaxing at my apartment for the first time in a while that I decided to tell her.
"Seeun-ah."
"Yes?"
"I... found the guy. The one... we're going to invite."
I broke the news that I had recruited our guest.
Seeun, who had been reading a book, seemed to stop breathing for a moment.
She slowly closed her book and looked at me, her expression carefully blank as if she were trying hard not to show any emotion.
"Really? Then... when are we doing it?"
"...Are you okay with this?"
"..."
Instead of answering that she was fine, Seeun said,
"...Only this once, okay!"
She forced a cute, playful expression onto her face.
It was painfully obvious that she was forcing it.
The venue was a nearby motel, a place known to host these kinds of encounters. I hadn't realized it before, but because there were three of us, we had to book two rooms.
Fortunately, Wonchul Hyung, Seeun, and I all found a time that worked, and the day of our appointment arrived in the blink of an eye.
Come to think of it, I didn't actually know much about Kang Wonchul.
I clearly remembered pouring my heart out to him about my background and worries, but I couldn't recall hearing much of his own story.
Considering our time together in the military, he was undoubtedly the best choice.
Yet, perhaps because his invitation was now set in stone, the anxiety hovering around me refused to fade.
On the day of, Seeun and I arrived at the motel first. Perhaps due to the tension and awkwardness, we didn't say a single word to each other.
I felt too embarrassed and apologetic to even ask if she was nervous. Seeun's face, flushed red like a carrot as if she were imagining what was about to happen, showed no signs of cooling down.
She couldn't possibly... like this, right? This is all just my own greed.
While I was struggling to even utter the word "sorry," a message from Wonchul Hyung saying he would arrive soon popped up on my phone.
"...Is he here?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"..."
Seeun took off her thick coat and spoke without looking at me.
"I'm going to wash up."
There was no turning back now.
"Hey, Minjae."
"Hyung."
Wonchul Hyung greeted me with a light smile. He was holding a white paper bag, which I took from him without even knowing what was inside.
He was dressed quite differently from the last time I saw him. He wore something casual and simple—it didn't look like he had tried too hard, but he gave off a clean, sharp impression.
Once he stepped past the short entryway, he would see Seeun, and after that, the scenario I had been picturing all this time would unfold. From that moment on, my heart began to pound frantically.
"Oh..."
Wonchul Hyung stopped in his tracks. He was staring at Seeun, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, greeting him with a small nod.
After showering, Seeun had put on only a bathrobe, but out of embarrassment, she had thrown her thick coat over it.
Although it partially hid her voluptuous, curvy figure, it couldn't conceal her damp hair and beautiful face.
She looks... even more beautiful than usual. I'm sure she looks that way to Wonchul Hyung, too.
Was he surprised? Hyung wore the same expression he had when I first proposed the idea of him being our guest.
But soon,
"You must be Minjae's girlfriend. Nice to meet you. I'm Kang Wonchul. I'm older, but I was his junior in the military."
He introduced himself in a mature voice and a gentle manner.
"Ah, yes, hello..."
Seeun couldn't lift her head out of shyness. It was only natural, considering the reason we were all gathered here.
Since Seeun couldn't bring herself to speak, I introduced her instead.
"This is my girlfriend... Cha Seeun."
I couldn't tell exactly where Wonchul Hyung's gaze was directed.
Her damp hair, the hand clutching her coat closed, her eyes that couldn't meet his. But none of those things could hide her charm.
His eyes would surely trace over them. Slowly scanning the female body he was about to taste.
Even though I hated that fact to the core, I...
Gulp.
A stimulation I had never felt before threatened to burn my brain to ashes.
"Haha."
Amidst the awkward silence, just as I was about to say whatever came to mind,
Wonchul Hyung pulled out a rather luxurious-looking bottle of wine and glasses from the white bag he had brought.
"I figured it would be like this, so I brought this along. Thought we could loosen up the mood a bit."
This was different from what I had expected.
No, come to think of it... back when I watched Yeongwoo Hyung and Eunchae Nuna, they had brought alcohol too, perhaps for my sake.
And it was thanks to that alcohol that I had managed to relax.
Should I have been the one to prepare this?
Making my worries look foolish, Wonchul Hyung quickly and smoothly set the bottle and glasses down on the small, worn table.
"I owed Minjae a lot in the military. We were close, too. Since you're his girlfriend, there's a lot I wanted to hear."
"Ah, well... yes."
"Or has Minjae told you any military stories? Did we have any fun times?"
"He did... sometimes."
"My stories too?"
"Just that you were a junior who helped him work out."
Letting out a soft chuckle, Wonchul Hyung filled the glasses.
"It's not a heavy drink, even without any snacks. The alcohol content is low. Oh, but you don't have to drink if you don't want to."
"..."
Seeun was a lightweight. I wasn't a strong drinker either, nor did I particularly enjoy it, so alcohol was a very rare occurrence during our dates.
Naturally, I thought Seeun would decline, and I was about to drink instead to match Wonchul Hyung's mood, when—
"Ah, Seeun..."
As if she had made up her mind, Seeun downed the alcohol Wonchul Hyung had poured in a single gulp.
"Are you okay? With the alcohol?"
"...Yeah, I'm fine."
When I took a sip, it indeed tasted more like juice than alcohol.
If it was like this, Seeun could probably drink it without any burden.
"Then, shall we have a few drinks and... talk some more?"
Wonchul Hyung led the conversation effortlessly.
In this incredibly unnatural situation, he seemed to deliberately avoid any topics that might leave Seeun or me speechless.
He talked about our military days and general life. I chimed in here and there, drinking along with him.
Before long, a faint smile finally bloomed on Seeun's face.
"Oh my, really? Wow."
"I'm telling you, it's true. Right, Minjae?"
Is this going better than I thought? Seeun's expression has brightened up a lot.
Seeun had now let go of the coat she had been clutching shut. Even as her voluptuous cleavage occasionally peeked through the gaps of her coat,
Just as that thought crossed my mind, Wonchul Hyung emptied his glass and set it down. A soft clack echoed through the motel room.
"Well, then."
"Yes?"
"Shall we get started?"
Wonchul Hyung began to undo his shirt buttons one by one. The contours of his bursting muscles were revealed beneath his undershirt.
At the sudden shift in atmosphere, Seeun's face flushed bright red.
Ah...
His tall height, his proportions, the body I had always wished I had.
"What do you want to do, Minjae?"
"Uh, what?"
Gripping his belt, Wonchul Hyung looked at me and asked.
Depending on my answer right now, he would undo that belt.
I had laid out several conditions to Wonchul Hyung beforehand.
He had to wear a condom, the position had to be missionary only, and it would be a one-time act.
I couldn't bring myself to allow kissing, so we agreed he could touch her breasts or waist instead.
It must have sounded crazy, but Wonchul Hyung had agreed surprisingly readily...
Seeun looked back and forth between Wonchul Hyung and me, her face burning. Before I knew it, her hands were clutching her coat shut again.
What did she want me to say? Under the gaze of the two of them looking at me, I felt as if I were standing on a line that should never be crossed.
Crazy... you crazy bastard.
Even in the midst of this, my member writhed and swelled inside my pants.
In the end, I...
"...Let's, let's do it. Now."
I spat out the words.
Wonchul Hyung didn't hesitate. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his thick muscles, and pulled down his pants without a second thought. A blunt bulge protruded prominently from the front of his drawers.
Seeun looked at me as if asking what to do. Was it the alcohol mixing with the atmosphere? Her flush was exceptionally deep.
Just this once...
Clinging to that thought, I squeezed Seeun's hand tightly without saying a word.
"..."
Seeun closed her eyes tight, stood up, and carefully let her coat slide down.
Wearing only the bathrobe, Seeun looked incredibly seductive. Her voluptuous, curvy body, contrasting with her pure and innocent face, heightened her allure even further.
Her hand trembled and hesitated as it reached for the sash around her waist, but then, hanging her head, she pulled it open, exposing her body.
Wow... you're so beautiful.
Seeun's naked body, which I had seen often enough to be familiar with, looked exceptionally gorgeous today.
Beneath her flushed face, her breasts—which were truly as large as her face—boasted a beautiful, perky shape without any sagging.
The lines of her body flowed past her firm, smooth waist, curving seductively at her hips, and most of all, further down.
In the gap formed between her thighs, beneath her slightly thick pubic hair, Seeun's pink mound peeked out.
"Wow, your body is incredible. You look like a foreign model."
"Ah, well... th-thank you..."
Naked and still shy, Seeun grabbed my hand the moment she let the robe fall.
I could feel her pounding heartbeat through her hand. But my own heart was beating much faster.
Seeun slowly climbed onto the bed. Out of embarrassment, she crossed her legs and covered her breasts with one hand.
However, the way her breasts were pressed against her arm only made her look more erotic.
Next, Wonchul Hyung pulled down his drawers.
—What the hell? Is he mixed race?
A member so massive that I momentarily wondered if he was mixed race sprang upward.
It was completely bare. Wonchul Hyung had waxed, leaving him with no pubic hair at all.
Stroke, stroke. The way he stroked his shaft... it was a motion I had only seen in foreign porn. Wonchul Hyung looked incredibly practiced at it.
I hadn't noticed anything particularly extraordinary when we showered in the military... How could there be such a massive difference between flaccid and erect?
Seeun also seemed shocked by the size. She stared blankly at Wonchul Hyung's cock before quickly turning her head away.
"The condom... Ah, here."
Instead of using the condom I had prepared, Wonchul Hyung reached into his pocket and tore open one of his own.
He slowly rolled it over his shaft, but—
There's... still that much left over?
The condom failed to reach the very base of his cock.
Thick, long, and even curving upward. It was very, very different from mine, which was blunt and slightly bent to the side.
A wave of anxiety followed. For a split second, I wanted to call the whole thing off.
"Well then. Here we go."
Wonchul Hyung approached Seeun.
Startled, Seeun watched him approach and reached her hand out toward me.
I grabbed her hand in a flash.
Did I make a mistake?
An invited guest? What kind of crazy shit is this? I shouldn't have gotten interested in this kind of play in the first place.
Seeun? To Wonchul Hyung?
My precious Seeun?
Belated regrets swirled violently in my head.
But before those thoughts could settle, Wonchul Hyung slid his hand between Seeun's tightly closed thighs.
Seeun's legs parted under Wonchul Hyung's touch.
My girlfriend's pink pussy was laid bare before Wonchul Hyung's massive cock.
...Se-Seeun... is already wet...
It wasn't that she was slow to get wet, but even before Wonchul Hyung had laid a hand on her, her mound was already glistening.
Seeun squeezed my hand even harder. Yet, even as I held her hand, my eyes...
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the cock drawing closer and closer to her pussy.
My chest felt tight. I felt trapped inside an immobile body, screaming at myself to stop.
Finally, Wonchul Hyung's massive cock pressed down.
"—Ah..."
It touched the entrance of Seeun's vagina.