Will You Grant Me Just One Wish?
The bathroom door swung open, steam billowing out. Jinhee emerged, towel-drying her hair. Strands clung wetly to her neck and shoulders. Through the unbuttoned gap in her blouse, the marks I'd left were visible.
She glanced at me fiddling with my phone on the sofa and spoke up. "So, you're really gonna help me get revenge?"
"I promised, didn't I?"
"For real?"
Her hand paused mid-motion with the towel. Her eyes screamed she couldn't believe I'd help without strings attached. Of course not. I wouldn't trust it either.
"We're that close. Gotta do at least this much."
"And what exactly are we?"
Her tone was brusque, but her gaze fixed on my lips. Like she was dying to hear it straight from me. I just smiled.
Jinhee's brows twitched faintly. That frustrated look of someone left hanging lingered on her mouth, but she didn't press further.
I checked the time on my phone. Time to head out.
"Shall we?"
"What? You're not staying the night?"
"Gotta get home too."
"It's so expensive..."
Her eyes drifted to the bed, reluctant to waste a luxury hotel room like a day-use spot.
"Why? You wanna stay?"
"No, it's just a waste of money."
"We can come back later."
She nodded—then froze. Realizing too late she'd agreed to come back with me.
"...We're not coming back!"
She yelled it, but her earlobes were already flushing red. I chuckled and headed out. Behind me, the frantic scramble of her slipping into heels, then Jinhee chasing me into the hall, huffing as she fell into step beside me.
We rode down to the parking garage and got in the car. While she buckled into the passenger seat, I started the engine.
She stared blankly out the window for a long stretch before speaking. "Why are you being so nice?"
"This is me being nice?"
She pondered it seriously, then spoke again. "If you just wanted my body, you wouldn't bother with all this."
"I want you, Teacher."
Silence. She kept her eyes on the window, but her reflected earlobe in the glass was burning red.
"Where are we going?"
"Picking someone up."
"Picking up?"
I turned toward downtown. As the mart came into view, her brows furrowed.
"A mart? Why?"
I parked and turned to her. "Mind hopping in the back?"
"What? It's cramped."
"Someone's taking shotgun."
"Ugh..."
Grumbling, she squeezed through to the back, knees pressed together in the tight space, clicking her tongue. "Who the hell are you picking up?"
"Just wait."
Moments later, the passenger door opened. Ayoung's face appeared under the dome light—light makeup, simple dress topped with a thin cardigan.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?"
"Nah, not long."
As Ayoung reached for the seatbelt, her hand froze. Her eyes flicked to the rearview, locking with Jinhee's in the back.
"Uh..."
"...Hi."
Jinhee's awkward greeting hung there. The suited woman crammed in the back, knees together, looked downright uncomfortable. Ayoung hesitated a beat, her gaze shifting from Jinhee to me. A quick exchange of looks. I just smiled.
Ayoung turned back to Jinhee with a spreading smile. "Hello."
Her voice was soft. She buckled up, and the car fell quiet. Only the low rumble of the exhaust and our three breaths filling the tight space. Ayoung up front, Jinhee in back. Neither spoke.
Ayoung's hands rested neatly on her lap. In the mirror, Jinhee stared out the window, unsure where to look.
"That's Kim Jinhee, our school teacher," I said, nodding toward the mirror.
Ayoung twisted slightly to look back. Jinhee gave a small nod.
"She handles the gosi prep class."
"Gosi prep? Oh..."
Ayoung's eyes blinked once—she'd remembered Woochan joining it. Her smile warmed toward Jinhee.
"I'm Woochan's mom."
Jinhee's shoulders slumped. But it was fleeting. Her gaze darted from Ayoung to me, back to Ayoung. At this hour, Woochan's mom in my passenger seat—me picking her up right in front of the mart. Her brows knitted.
Ayoung settled forward naturally. But her knuckles on her lap had gone pale, fingers tense.
She'd figured out the woman in back was the teacher I'd mentioned before.
"I told the mart I'm quitting."
Ayoung spoke first, voice calm. "Not much time left anyway, right?"
"Yeah."
In the mirror, Jinhee's stare bored into the back of Ayoung's head. Auntie quitting the mart. Jinhee's lips twitched, but no sound came.
Ayoung leaned toward me slightly, hand on my arm, lips brushing my cheek. "Thanks."
"For what."
A sharp, choked breath from behind—like inhaling and catching in her throat. In the mirror, Jinhee's eyes widened, mouth half-open, frozen as she watched Ayoung's lips leave my cheek. My eyes met hers in the mirror; she whipped her head to the window.
Ayoung heard it too. Her gaze flicked to the mirror, then casually out her window. The hand from my arm dropped, gripping her dress fabric over her thigh. Her earlobe flushed.
I loved Ayoung stirring jealousy like that. Smiling, I shifted into gear and pulled out. Silence blanketed the car again. Gazes ping-ponged—from Ayoung's headrest to my profile, back to the window.
She'd been told there was another woman, but it turned out to be a student she taught's mom—and now she squirmed, terrified her secret fuck with me might slip.
"So why's the teacher here?"
Ayoung's voice, calm as she faced forward. But it felt deliberate, poking at Jinhee.
"Dropping her after class."
"Class..."
Ayoung rolled the word in her mouth. Lips moved silently once more. She didn't look at me or out the window. Her fingers slowly brushed back a stray lock by her ear. Dissatisfied expression.
She'd said she'd accept a harem, but faced with it right here, this was her face. A new side of her.
In the back, Jinhee clamped her mouth shut. The woman who stiffened up against me couldn't even meet Ayoung's eyes. Pretending to look out, her fingers pressed hard into her knee over her skirt.
I pulled up near Jinhee's officetel. She scrambled out of the cramped back, bowing hastily to Ayoung. "Drive safe."
"You too."
Ayoung's voice was gentle, smile in place—but it didn't reach her eyes. Jinhee glanced at me. "Thanks for the ride."
"Was on my way."
She nodded once and turned, hurrying into the building. Her silhouette flashed in the entry light, then vanished.
I closed the door and drove off. Ayoung readjusted her seatbelt. "Staying over tonight, right?"
No answer. I glanced over—Ayoung facing the window, lips different from usual. Lower one slightly tucked in, bitten.
"Wanna go home?"
I couldn't help laughing.
"...D-don't laugh."
"Are you sulking?"
"N-no..."
Her head turned more, neck flushing too.
"Then why the kiss? You never do that usually."
I tapped my cheek teasingly. Her shoulders jerked, face blazing.
"Th-that was..."
"Hate me picking up another woman that much?"
Her head drooped. Interlocked fingers clenched on her lap, then slowly released.
"...Sorry."
Soft voice.
"Sorry."
She looked up at my echo.
"For springing her on you without warning."
"No. You... we had a deal."
"Still, I wanted to tell you."
"..."
"That you're first, Auntie."
Her earlobes to cheeks exploded red. Head dropped again, hands covering her face. Crimson skin peeked through her fingers.
The car quieted. Only her ragged breaths leaked from behind her palms.
"You're the one at fault here... so grant me one wish?"
She lowered her hands, eyes lifting. Still red, but something firm in them. She frowned slightly. "Already making demands?"
"No, not... not like that."
Her flustered voice hurried. Hand waved in the air. "J-just one thing."
"What."
Ayoung met my eyes straight. Lips twitched once, a shaky breath swallowed, then words came. "Don't call me Auntie... call me by my name."
"Your name?"
"Y-yeah."
Simple request. But to her, it was everything. Not "Woochan's friend's mom," but Ayoung—a person with a name. Proof of our bond.
I smiled. "Ayoung."
"...Ah."
Her breath caught, eyes widening then slowly welling up. On the verge of tears, yet lips curving—a look beyond words.
"So, what now? Home? Or drop you off?"
"...N-no."
She shook her head shyly. "To our place..."
Our place. Ayoung's "our" was now mine. Sulking about going home, but one name and she melts.
I drove to the garage, parked. We rode the elevator side by side; she sidled up, shoulder to mine, breast pressing my arm. Upward gaze flushed.
I pointed to the ceiling corner. CCTV.
"Oh..."
She jolted away, head down. Earlobes ripe red.
Ding. Doors opened; we walked to the entrance. Door unlocked, and the second we stepped in, Ayoung hugged my back. Arms around my waist, forehead buried in my shirt, whispering. "Say my name."
I turned, embracing her. Tipped her chin, eyes locking. "Ayoung."
Her lips rose to mine. Tongues met—hers pushing in first, wrapping mine, gulping saliva echoing in the narrow entry.
Sucking lips, teeth nipping lower one—breaths grew rough. Couldn't wait. Kiss unbroken, I hiked her dress skirt to her waist. Hand slipping into panties, her breath hitched at my nose even before fingers touched. Inner thighs already slick. Soaked long ago.
Turned her around. Back to my chest. Hands on entry wall, I gripped her waist, arching her ass out. Pulled panties down over exposed cheeks. Frees my cock, presses tip to her drenched slit.
Schlup.
Thrust in—pussy walls swallowed my glans, gripping tight and chewy.
"Haah...!"
"Hah..."
I draped over her back, pinning her flat against the floor almost, hips starting to move. Chup, chup. Sticky walls clung, refusing to let go. Sucked on pull-out, dragged deep on thrust.
Lips to her ear. "Ayoung."
Shudder. Whisper made her insides clench hard once. Squeezing my cock, her legs quivered.
"Extra excited today."
No reply. Just fingers slipping on the wall, elbows buckling, shoulders slumped against it, panting.
Chup, chup, chup. Quickened rhythm, tongue flicking her earlobe. Teeth tugging lightly—goosebumps rose on her neck. Shifted angle, glans grinding her deepest spot.
"Heut...! Haah...!"
Knees buckled, legs weakening. Held her waist up, unrelenting.
"Like it, Ayoung?"
Called again. Each time, insides went wild, contractions nonstop. Orgasms stacking.
Chup-chup-chup. "Heut... Heut...! Ah..."
Mindless cries. Slipping hand grasped air. I seized those fingers tight.
Climax surged from below. Pressed glans firm against her cervix, whispering. "Filling you fresh today too."
"D-do it... like that."
Begging. Voice squeezed between gasps.
Plunged deep, hips still. Buuuk, buk. Erupted at her core. Heat spreading up my shaft. Her walls pulsed, accepting cum like a heartbeat.
Waist spasmed, but she didn't release my hand.
"Haaah... Ah."
Weak breath leaked out. Legs gave; she staggered back into my chest. Sweat-slick nape, her rough breaths slowly calming.
"...So happy..."
Her soft murmur drew a smile from me.
