And So I Took Yesol
After taking Yesol from behind, I pulled out, leaned my back against the wall, and gave myself a moment to rest.
Kissing Yesol as she pressed herself flush against me.
"Chuuup… mmph…"
Kneading her pudding-soft breasts.
Yesol's chest is nice too… but when it comes to tits, Lee Dami still wins. And Cheon Dohwa — personality aside — her breasts and ass are…
Even as I compared my girlfriend's body to other women's, a natural continuation from when we'd been going at it doggy-style, we had our pillow talk.
It started with Yesol's bold, direct questions.
"Oppa, how was the sex?"
"How was it?"
"Was it good? Doing it with me."
"It was good. So good I couldn't even speak. Look. I'm still hard."
"…Want to go again?"
"Let's rest a bit first. Kiss and talk. How about it?"
"Goo— ahng♡"
I squeezed.
"Oppa… you keep touching my chest… haah…"
"Ah, sorry. I just can't stop."
"…Do you like them that much? My breasts."
"Immensely. I want to do this forever."
"Then… touch them forever. They're yours for life, Oppa."
"Thank you. I love you, Yesol."
"I love you too… mmp… chuuup… mm… heut…♡ churreup…"
My pretty girlfriend pressed her soft body against me, craving kisses, draping her long legs over mine, telling me it was fine even when I kneaded her breasts and tugged her nipples — because they were Oppa's. Yesol kissed me while stroking my chest with her hands. This sticky, intimate time with a girlfriend who liked me — something I'd always wanted, even when I'd used busyness as an excuse.
Dami's the one who makes kissing hot. Yuna's cuter… though Yesol's better at sucking cock.
I kept having other thoughts, though.
How should I put it. The moment Yesol became my girlfriend — the moment the thought that she was mine settled in my head. The moment I took her as a lover. It became like this.
It wasn't that my feelings had cooled. I still liked Yesol, and I still wanted a sweet relationship with her going forward.
But.
What am I supposed to do when other women's pussies and breasts taste so good too.
What could I do. I had no intention of denying that I was trash.
As long as Yesol doesn't find out.
Besides, the intimacy and sex with my girlfriend — with my woman — felt so much better than before. That was also true.
"Mmph… haa… aheung…"
Yesol's face flushed with arousal under the hand kneading her breasts and the kisses. At this rate, she'd be the one begging for sex soon.
"Oh right — what time do you have to leave tomorrow?"
"Heuut… tomorrow… I can go whenever."
"You still have your general-ed exams left, right? Don't you need to study more?"
"I've done… aheung… enough. I won't let my grades drop just because I'm dating Oppa, so don't worry."
"Oh… that's cool."
"It's not that cool… aaang♡ if you pull like that…"
"Does it hurt? You don't like it?"
"I like… it. It feels good because Oppa's doing it… hikkeut…!"
"Can I do it harder?"
"Yes, yes…"
I tugged hard.
"Ahiit…! heuk…♡"
The thigh pressed against Yesol's pussy was getting soaked with her juices. With her face growing more lewd as I tormented her nipples, breathing harder and harder, Yesol finally—
"O-Oppa… aheung…"
"What?"
"More… do more."
"More what?"
"…S-sex… I want to have sex. With Oppa…"
Seeing Yesol's face flush red as she said she wanted to have sex, I couldn't help but smirk. Somehow, I felt at ease.
I'd figured it out. I didn't know why, but Yesol liked me more than I liked her. I'd noticed — and that gave me room to breathe.
"Then can you put a condom on me?"
"Okay…"
At my words, Yesol peeled herself off me and took out one of the condoms we'd set aside.
"Like this…?"
She knew the theory but had never handled one herself — she turned the condom over in her hands for a moment, then sat demurely beside me. And put the condom on my cock. Carefully, watching my face, as if worried it might squeeze too tight.
"Does it hurt at all?"
"It doesn't hurt. You're doing it right. You're doing great."
I stroked her hair as I praised her, and Yesol smiled happily. Once her small hands had sheathed me in the condom, I continued.
"Want to climb on top? Grab Oppa's cock and put it in yourself."
"Me on top of Oppa?"
"Yeah. If you get on top, we can hold each other and kiss while we do it. How about it?"
"I like that. I like it a lot."
At the mention of kissing while doing it, Yesol eagerly rose.
"Mm…"
Spreading her legs to straddle me, she honestly spread her pussy lips wide open herself. In that position, she took hold of my cock and slowly lowered her hips to align it with her entrance. I watched with satisfaction as my girlfriend spread her own pussy and tried to take my cock inside — this lewd scene.
And then.
"Aheut…! heuk…"
The moment my cock touched her hole, she started letting out lewd moans. She seemed a little nervous about putting it in herself for the first time, but Yesol knew well that when my cock entered her pussy, there was only pleasure, not pain.
"Ogeuuuuuut♡"
In one go, she dropped her hips and took my cock all the way in. Swallowed the entire shaft with her pussy. But she hadn't expected this position to go deeper — to stab her womb harder — and the moment she sat down, her eyes rolled back and she convulsed. Her pink lips parted wide, tongue lolling out in a vulgar, lewd expression.
I watched that for a moment, then spread my arms wide once Yesol started to come back to her senses.
And then.
"O…ppa…♡"
Yesol threw herself into me as if she'd been waiting. She nestled right into my arms. Holding her tightly, gently stroking the head and back of the girlfriend who'd turned me on from every angle, I apologized to her.
"I'm sorry, Yesol."
"Haah… for what…?"
"I don't think I can hold back."
"……?"
"You're so lewd and pretty… I think we're going to go all night. Sorry in advance. I'm not letting you sleep tonight."
"……Heuheung♡"
Of course I wasn't actually sorry. It was a playful line, and when Yesol heard it, she made a cute little snort.
"I'm not… letting Oppa sleep either. Until tomorrow morning."
She declared. That she wouldn't let me sleep.
And then.
"Haum… mmph… chuuuup…"
She wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me deeply. As if entrusting everything else to me, she focused only on the kiss, her dazzling tongue ransacking the inside of my mouth.
There was only one thing I needed to do here.
"Heut! eung… mm…"
I planted my palm firmly on Yesol's ass — and freely pounded my woman's pussy.
It wasn't even midnight yet. Our first time(?), from this moment on, was just beginning.
A man who'd been working part-time at the neighborhood convenience store for about a year. Myeong Jaehun seethed with a sense of betrayal.
Fuck… I can't believe he has a girlfriend like that…
About the master of the place just one alley over from the convenience store — a Hapkido dojo that had recently become a self-defense gym. He didn't know the name. But the guy came to the convenience store often during Jaehun's night shifts, so he remembered the face. He came frequently, and with that massive build and the black dobok he often wore, he was hard to forget.
He looked a bit rough, so at first Jaehun had been a little scared just facing him at the register — but the gym master spoke surprisingly softly and kindly, nothing like his appearance. Plus, the way he showed up every day in his dobok, working hard, overlapped with Jaehun's own situation of juggling certification studies and convenience store shifts — so he'd come to look on him rather favorably.
And then.
"What kind of beer do you like?"
"Anything's fine for me. Is there something you like, Oppa?"
"I just go for something ordinary? Like Cass."
"Then let's drink that."
Black hair somewhere between a short cut and a bob. The kind of woman who, if he'd passed her on the street, would have made him think holy shit she's gorgeous… while also feeling a little intimidated by her sharp, haughty look — but who melted into eye-smiles whenever she looked at the gym master beside her. Her body was slender, but the breasts swelling under her tank top made it impossible not to stare. The pale legs and lines revealed beneath her denim skirt were also insanely good.
There was a woman like that. In nearly a year, he'd never seen a woman standing next to that gym master — and not only was she pretty enough to slap any celebrity across the face, she was looking at the gym master with eyes full of goodwill and affection.
Whoa, fuck… how does a guy like that get a woman like her… is it because he's built?
He was jealous. Myeong Jaehun was insanely jealous of that gym master. At the same time, the sense of kinship he'd felt toward him twisted into betrayal. He'd thought they were comrades, both pouring everything they had into surviving this cold reality day by day — but that gym master had been living in rose-tinted happiness all along. He was so jealous he could kill him.
But he spun his happy little rationalizations.
She's probably just a female friend. Or a relative… maybe a college underclassman or something.
In a way it made sense. No matter how he looked at it, the woman's level was way too high. It felt more like some other relationship than dating, and he comforted himself that way.
However.
"Welcome…?"
"Yes."
A little later, the woman came back into the convenience store alone. The moment she entered, she headed without hesitation for the display of various products. Up to that point, Myeong Jaehun hadn't thought much of it.
Did she forget to buy something?
That was all he figured, and his heart just raced at getting to see that woman again.
Her face is already fucking gorgeous, but her body is seriously… insane.
It barely seemed real. That face, that slim waist, and those big breasts attached to it. Still, he couldn't stare openly, so he kept glancing while pretending to check the POS machine — and she approached him. With a cold face that showed none of the eye-smiles she'd been giving the gym master moments before.
She set it on the counter. A large-size condom from a Japanese brand.
"……"
"How much is it?"
Some people might be embarrassed buying something like this, but she didn't care one bit about Myeong Jaehun's existence — she just held her Samsung Pay up to the reader and asked the price.
"Sev… seventeen thousand won…"
He rang her up with trembling hands. His insides were a mess. A sense of loss welled up. She was a woman who'd never had anything to do with him, but just the fact that this pretty woman right in front of him was in that kind of relationship with another man made him feel like he'd lost something that was his.
And worse.
A woman like this is fucking… coming in to buy condoms so she can have sex with that gym master, you piece of shit!
Whether the guy had sent her to buy them or she was buying them of her own will, either way he was just insanely jealous.
"Your… purchase is complete."
"Thank you for your hard work."
He watched with a hollow ache as the woman he'd never even hold hands with in his lifetime walked casually out of the convenience store. Even so, up to this point — he was jealous, but he could have just let it go with an ah, that sucks.
However.
A few hours later.
"Welcome…………?"
"Yep. Hello."
They came back. The gym master and that woman, arm in arm like a happy couple, walked into the convenience store where he worked. The gym master in shorts and a single T-shirt, the woman in the same denim skirt and tank top with a shirt draped over, same as before. But somehow the woman's face was flushed red. She looked a little dazed, and there was something lewd about her… so sultry that his cock reacted the moment he saw her.
Myeong Jaehun stopped what he was doing and pricked up his ears. Curious about what the two of them were talking about.
"Aren't you buying too many?"
"We're not only using them today. And you know, right? You're not sleeping tonight."
"…Hmph. Neither are you, Oppa."
"We're staying up all night together. Let's see, this and… should we get some drinks too? You're not much for alcohol."
"Then just one Powerade, please. A small one."
"Okay. And… ah! Should we get one of those too?"
"That?"
"Your panties. You're not wearing any right n—"
"Shh… it's fine. I can just wash the ones I came in."
"Wash them? Well, if you wash them now they might be dry by tomorrow lunch."
"I can wash them tomorrow when I wake up, along with everything else."
"Won't that be too late?"
"I can just stay at Oppa's place until late. Is that not okay? Do you have reservations at the gym or something…?"
"No, nothing. Let's stay together all day tomorrow."
Since they were the only customers, when he focused he could hear their conversation perfectly. Myeong Jaehun regretted it. He should have just not listened, fuck. It was miserable — and yet his cock got hard.
If she lifts that skirt, no panties… fuck, no panties? Please, I want to see so fucking bad…!
He screamed that inside, but of course he'd never get to see under there in his entire life.
"Please ring us up."
"……Yes."
That big gym master would clearly go home, strip off that woman's skirt, and pound her like a dog. How pretty must that woman's naked body be, her pussy. How good must sex with a woman like that feel. As a virgin, he couldn't even imagine it.
And Myeong Jaehun was just… so incredibly jealous.