Why Can't I Be Greedy?
Jinhui's lips were trembling. A sound tried to escape, only to retreat back down her throat. Her hands rested loosely on the steering wheel as she glanced sideways. Her gaze wandered from the dashboard toward me, then drifted back down to her own lap.
Words refused to form in Jinhui's mouth. Her thoughts and emotions were still a tangled mess. She had poured her entire life into a single act of revenge, and after that thread finally snapped, she had never once confronted the feelings left behind. It had been safer to hide behind the word contract. As long as she could convince herself that her relationship with me was nothing more than a contract, she never had to look too closely at her own heart.
This feeling right now was a door Jinhui had to walk through on her own.
I didn't rush her. A horn blared behind us again, but I kept ignoring it.
Jinhui drew in a long, shaky breath and let it out. Her trembling lips finally parted.
"What the hell do you want from me?"
Her voice carried the weight of something long suppressed. Her eyes lifted and met mine directly.
"You already have a woman you love. There's someone who calls you and says your name and tells you she loves you."
A gaze full of jealousy and regret all at once.
"So what exactly am I to you…"
"I told you, you're not just a sex partner."
"Don't say that!"
Her voice cracked. Her fist slammed down on her own thigh.
"That's not what I mean… I don't want that."
Her breath hitched, then continued. Her head dropped, and her hair fell forward to cover her face.
"I just…"
Her voice grew smaller, almost inaudible.
"Why can't I be greedy?"
Those words filled the entire car. The woman who had staked her whole life on her little sister. The woman who had never once voiced her own feelings. For the first time, she was asking for something that belonged to her.
"I want to live my own life too. I want to belong to someone…"
The sentence broke off. She clenched her teeth, trying to swallow it back, but it wouldn't go down.
"But you've already gone to someone else! So what am I supposed to do?!"
When she lifted her head, Jinhui's eyes were burning red. Her powerless fist flew toward my chest. Thud. Thud. It felt less like a punch and more like an open palm. A pleading touch that wanted to be held even though it couldn't quite reach.
I caught her wrist and pulled her toward me. Jinhui's body tilted over the center console and collided with my chest. The seatbelt dug into her shoulder, but she made no attempt to pull away.
"Why not? You can be greedy."
Jinhui's body froze.
"How can you say that…"
Her voice shook. The hand clutching my shirt tightened.
"You can't do that to her."
She was talking about Ayeong. She hadn't even considered the idea of taking a man who already had a woman. She could call me trash all she wanted, but she couldn't stand the thought of becoming trash herself.
"What if I say it's okay?"
"…What?"
"What will you do if I say it's okay?"
Jinhui's head rose. The tip of her nose was red, and her parted lips wouldn't close. Her eyes trembled. She was trying to confirm whether she'd really heard what she thought she had.
"How…"
The words dissolved. Her voice had gone weak.
I simply smiled and said,
"Both of you are my women."
"You're really trash. Absolute trash…"
She muttered it like she was spitting the words out. It was an insult, but there was no strength behind it. She buried her forehead against my shirt and shook her head.
"And yet the one who wants to be held by this trash is you, isn't it?"
"…"
The silence stretched. The fingers gripping my shirt loosened, then tightened again.
"…You're right."
A small, half-muffled voice rose from where her face was pressed against my chest.
"I'm trash too."
An admission. The first emotion she had ever spoken aloud.
Horns blared repeatedly behind us. The sharp honks vibrated through the car. A vehicle in the next lane swerved past, the driver rolling down the window to shout.
"Hey! Move your damn car!"
Jinhui flinched and pulled away. She twisted back over the center console and pressed her back against the passenger seat. Her face had flushed bright crimson. Even the wetness at the corners of her eyes was now completely exposed.
I started the engine. The car rumbled to life. I shifted into gear and pulled forward. Another angry honk came from behind, but I no longer cared.
I glanced sideways. Jinhui had turned toward the window, wiping the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. The tips of her ears were still glowing red.
I drove straight to the front of Jinhui's one-room apartment and parked. The moment I killed the engine, Jinhui tilted her head in confusion.
"Why here?"
"We've never done it at your place, Teacher."
Jinhui threw her head back in disbelief.
"I seriously can't understand what's going on in that head of yours."
She got out of the car and started walking. I followed close behind her. While we waited for the elevator, Jinhui kept her eyes fixed on the wall and stayed silent. The flush on her ears still hadn't faded.
As she entered the passcode at the front door, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. Jinhui's back pressed against my chest. I could feel how stiff her shoulders had become under my hands.
I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered,
"You're going to move into our house soon anyway. So this is the last time we'll do it here."
Jinhui's hand froze on the digital lock.
"W-who said I was going?!"
She twisted around and shouted. Her voice was loud, but there was no real strength in her attempt to escape.
"Why not? Didn't we agree to live together?"
"N-no, that was…!"
"So you're saying you want to stay as my mistress?"
"You said it wasn't adultery!"
"Exactly. That's why you have to come as family."
Jinhui's mouth opened and closed repeatedly. Her face showed that her logic had completely short-circuited.
"Trash. Fucking trash."
She turned and pounded my chest with her fists. Thud. Thud. There was no real power behind the blows. She wasn't hitting me so much as venting her frustration.
I caught the arm swinging at me and pulled her into a tight embrace. Jinhui's body tilted and melted into my arms. Even as she grumbled, she didn't try to push me away. I opened the door with her still in my arms and stepped inside.
The one-room apartment was tiny. One bed, one desk. I squeezed between them and led Jinhui toward the bed. Even while she squirmed in my arms, her feet followed obediently.
I laid Jinhui down on the edge of the bed. When I reached for the buttons of her shirt, she looked up at me and said,
"…Can't we shower first?"
She tugged lightly at her own collar and sniffed. An embarrassed expression spread across her face. We'd been running around from the columbarium to the hospital all day, so it must have been bothering her.
"Why? Are you shy?"
"N-no, it's not that…"
"We did it at school all the time."
Jinhui's eyes narrowed.
"That was then and this is now!"
Her voice rose, then her gaze darted to the side. She had just admitted the difference out loud. Back then it had been a contract. Now she was here because she wanted to be.
"Just hurry up and take it off."
She turned her head away as she spoke. The blush on her face had spread all the way down her neck.
I unbuttoned her blouse from the top. With every button that came undone, Jinhui's breathing grew shallower. I unzipped her skirt, peeled off her stockings along with it, and tossed them to the floor. Her collarbones, revealed beneath her bra, rose and fell with each breath.
I brought my lips to Jinhui's. The moment they touched, her breathing stopped.
"Hngh…"
A short sound slipped out. The surprise lasted only a second. Jinhui's hands rose and wrapped around the back of my neck. She pulled me in with real force. Her tongue pushed forward. The once-clumsy movements had changed. They were softer now, slower, carefully exploring my mouth.
Chuu.
Our lips parted. A long string of saliva stretched between us before breaking. Jinhui's eyes were half-glazed. Her wet lips remained slightly open. Her heated breath brushed against my chin.
"For a teacher, you're awfully turned on."
When I whispered, fire flashed in Jinhui's eyes, but her arms stayed locked around my neck.
"…Whose fault is that?"
She grumbled, her gaze sliding away again, but her hands didn't let go.
Her breasts were smaller than Ayeong's but beautifully shaped. I cupped them with both hands, then slowly released them. The soft flesh pushed back against my palms. Her nipples stood firm at the peaks.
I caught one lightly between my lips, just enough for my teeth to graze it.
"Hng…"
Jinhui's breath caught. I slowly circled the edge of her nipple with my tongue, teasing it, then bit down gently.
"Haa…"
Jinhui's legs began to twist together. The insides of her thighs rubbed against each other. She didn't ask for anything with her mouth, but her body was already begging. Her lower belly pressed against my hardened cock. Every time I nudged her stomach with it, she clung to me even tighter, completely lost.
The woman who used to snap at me, glare at me, and call me trash. That same woman was now pleading with her entire body to be held.
I pulled my mouth from her breast, sat back against the bed, and leaned into the headboard.
"W-what are you doing?"
Jinhui looked up at me, flushed and trembling.
"I've been driving all day. I'm tired."
"…What?"
"We went pretty far, you know."
Jinhui's gaze dropped lower. When she saw my cock standing proudly between my legs, the corner of her mouth twisted.
"For someone who's tired, that thing looks perfectly fine."
"My back hurts from driving so long."
I pretended to rub my waist and leaned back, closing my eyes. I heard Jinhui sigh. It was a long, slow breath.
"…Fine."
I felt her crawling closer on her knees. Jinhui's hand slipped between my thighs and wrapped around my cock. The moment her fingers closed around it, heat flooded through me.
Her breath touched the tip first, then her lips enveloped the head. She took me into her mouth, sucking gently as her tongue moved in slow circles.
Shluurp.
Her tongue slid from the base all the way up the shaft. Each time it reached the tip, her lips made wet kissing sounds. When I opened my eyes, Jinhui's hair was spilling across my thighs.
She looked up at me. Our eyes met. The moment she saw me smiling, her face crumpled.
"It smells."
She spat the words out, then took me back into her mouth. For someone complaining about the smell, she refused to let go. She was like a prickly cat that still ended up curling up beside you.
I gave the ass of the woman bent over in front of me a light smack.
Slap.
"Hya!"
Her head snapped up. Her glare was sharp, but she couldn't take back the sound that had escaped her lips. Her ass jiggled elastically as it settled back into place.
"Turn your hips this way."
Jinhui's eyes narrowed. She clearly understood what I meant. Her lips twitched, but no refusal came.
When I lay back fully, Jinhui climbed on top of me. Her legs settled on either side of my face as her mouth once again took my cock.
Shluurp. Slurp.
While Jinhui sucked me, I stared at the tightly closed slit right in front of my eyes. I spread it open with my fingers, revealing the glistening pink flesh inside. She was already soaked.
I brought my tongue to her.
Jinhui's thighs twitched. A breathy moan escaped around my cock. I slowly ran my tongue along her slit. The movement of her tongue around my shaft grew sloppy.
I pressed my tongue firmly against her swollen clit, then gently sucked it between my lips.
"Hngh… haa…"
Jinhui's waist trembled. Her mouth slipped off my cock for a moment before she took it back in. She was desperately trying to hold on, focusing everything on pleasuring me.
"If you come before me, I'll punish you."
"N-nonsense… ugh…"
Her protest was cut short. The inner walls of her pussy contracted rapidly, and her thighs clamped around my head. Her back arched like a bow, and my cock slipped from her mouth.
"Aaaahng…!"
Her juices flowed down between her thighs and soaked my chin. Jinhui's body trembled gently on top of me. Rough, panting breaths escaped her.
"What the hell. I haven't even come yet."
Jinhui couldn't answer. She buried her face in my groin, gasping for air. The cheek pressed against my thigh was burning hot.
