Dancing with Joo-young, Miho's Jealousy
It was a Friday night in the middle of summer, and downtown was overflowing with people. With the university district already on break, the streets were packed solid. Aside from the masks, it felt like the nights before the pandemic had returned. Leaving the car at home had been a smart call—if I hadn't, I would have spent forever hunting for a parking spot myself.
"Hey, you made it?"
When I climbed up to Dong-min hyung's place right at the mouth of the club alley, Jang Dong-min greeted me from behind the counter.
"Business good?"
"Practically peak season. Once vacation hit, the rooms have been packed solid since early evening."
"You still managed to free one up for us, though?"
"Yeah, and I threw in the full service package. Damn, though—those girls are something else."
That morning Miho had said she was going drinking with A-young and Joo-young and asked me to reserve a room at Dong-min hyung's place. So I'd called him and asked him to hold one. I'd been resting at home when Miho phoned and told me to come out too.
"The girls look pretty hot, huh?"
I lowered my voice and said it to Dong-min hyung.
"Holy shit… all three of them are unreal. Looks like you're gonna have a wild night. Hey, but…"
Dong-min hyung dropped his voice as well and motioned me closer. When I stepped up beside him he spoke quietly into my ear.
"One of them's your sex partner, right? And the other one's someone I know?"
He must have remembered A-young from that night in Kim Sa-jang's room.
"Yeah, that's right. The one you saw at Kim Sa-jang's… good memory."
"I knew it! Ha! I saw that perfectly!"
Dong-min hyung looked genuinely excited. Then he lowered his voice again so only I could hear.
"I went a few times without you last time and Yu-mi came in. Got me thinking about the old days, figured I might as well become hole-brothers with you, so I chose her once."
"No way—hyung?!"
"Yep. You know I like the tall, slender ones. Never expected to run into her here again… she looked a little surprised to see me too… I just pretended not to know her."
"Hahaha. Been a while since we shared one! Reminds me of the old days."
Dong-min hyung and I looked at each other and laughed. Back then we'd hit the establishments together and passed the same girls around more times than I could count, rating them afterward and having a blast. Thanks to Yu-mi—no, A-young—those memories came flooding back.
"Lucky bastard. These days you're getting fresh ones for free every day."
"What's this? The great Jang Dong-min is jealous of me?"
"Ugh… this shop is the real enemy, I swear. Hey, set me up sometime."
"Haha, alright. I'll try to get you some action. Which room?"
"One floor up, room twelve."
"Thanks."
I waved to Dong-min hyung and climbed the stairs. When I reached room twelve, Miho, A-young, and Joo-young were already having a blast.
"Waaah~~ Oppa's here~~~"
The three of them had been belting songs into the karaoke machine; the moment they saw me they all rushed to greet me at once. Their faces were flushed bright red—clearly they'd already put away a lot of alcohol.
All three were dressed sexily as usual. Miho wore a green mini dress with sheer panels over the shoulders and collarbones. A-young had on a tight striped mini dress that clung to every curve. Joo-young wore a black mini dress with a deep V-neck that plunged between her breasts; the inside was nude-toned while the outside was decorated with black mesh and floral patterns, so at a glance it looked like she was wearing a fishnet dress.
Every one of them looked sexy, but Joo-young stood out the most. The sheer optical illusion combined with her glamorous figure set the imagination racing.
"Oppa, drinks! Drinks!"
They didn't even give me time to sit before they filled a glass and shoved it into my hands.
We spent about two hours tearing it up at Dong-min hyung's place. Early-twenties stamina really was something else—those girls never seemed to tire.
The second we left Dong-min's Pub they dragged me straight to the club. A-young seemed to know the club promoter; after they laughed and chatted for a bit, the four of us walked right in without waiting.
It had been a while since I'd been to a club, so just watching was fun enough.
The three women parked me at a standing table and headed off to the stage to dance by themselves. I stood on the second-floor stairs with a beer in hand, watching the crowd move on the floor below.
The three of them on stage immediately stole every eye in the room. Plenty of other women were dressed just as sexily, but the sudden appearance of three explosive sex bombs was impossible to ignore. From above I could see men gradually clustering around them.
Hadn't Miho said it had been a little over a month since her last club night? She was clearly thrilled to be back, grinding against the men who approached and dancing with abandon.
After a while Miho left the floor and climbed the stairs toward me. I could feel every male gaze tracking the sway of her hips as she came up.
"Oppa, you're not dancing?"
She had to shout into my ear over the pounding music.
"You have fun."
I shouted back into hers.
"Come dance with us! Hurry!"
Her rough tug finally pulled me onto the stage. The moment I arrived, A-young and Joo-young cheered and the three of them began dancing with me in the center. Being surrounded by the hips and breasts of three sexy beauties felt incredible.
We danced for a long stretch before Joo-young pressed her body flush against mine. I took her waist and danced with her. When my eyes met Miho's, she was glaring at me. Her lower lip was clenched tight—clearly pissed that I was grinding with Joo-young.
I shrugged as if to say there was nothing I could do and mouthed Enjoy yourself at her. Sulking, Miho turned her back on me and kept dancing. Men began gathering around her one by one. As if to show off, she pressed herself tightly against them, her short skirt fluttering every time she shook her hips.
"Why didn't you contact me?"
A-young had already vanished into the crowd. As we danced, Miho and the rest of us drifted farther apart. I shouted into Joo-young's ear. We had ended up at the edge of the stage, a spot the flashy lights barely reached.
"I was a little worried about Miho noticing. Why? Were you waiting for my call?"
She draped an arm over my shoulder, still dancing, and spoke into my ear.
"No, not exactly. Just thought it was strange—you swaggered off with my number and then radio silence."
"But here we are dancing together, aren't we?"
She locked her arms around my neck and pressed her chest hard against me. Joo-young's large breasts flattened between us, the deep V-neck letting her cleavage spill into view.
I glanced around; Miho was nowhere in sight. The hand that had been on Joo-young's waist slid slowly downward until it rested on her ass. She kept dancing, looking straight into my face as if she had no idea where my hand was.
I gripped both cheeks firmly.
Joo-young's ass was lush. I kept kneading the chewy, sticky-rice-cake firmness of it, pulling her body tighter against mine. I cupped her cheeks and lifted them. Her ass was as full and springy as her wide hips, pure pleasure to squeeze. The lift rivaled Miho's—no, the elasticity was actually better. Compared to Miho's somewhat narrow hips, Joo-young's were broad and clearly trained; the bounce was outstanding.
"You work out? The firmness is crazy."
"I do pole dance. Nice and springy, right?"
"I knew it! Completely different!"
Her ass really was solid. It filled my palms like dense, bouncy jelly.
"Pole dancing… bet you're a monster in bed too. Guys must die for it."
"Heh. Curious?"
"Yeah, a little. Wonder what it'd be like."
Over the deafening music we shouted into each other's ears. After that, talking was pointless—bodies spoke better.
I spent a long time massaging her ass while we danced before we finally returned to the second-floor standing area. I scanned the stage; neither A-young nor Miho was anywhere to be seen.
I opened my phone. KakaoTalk messages from Miho were waiting.
The last message was a selfie of her pressed cheek-to-cheek with some man. Shot in the dark club, so the details were hard to make out, but the guy had a pretty handsome face, and the hand resting on Miho's shoulder looked like it was cupping her breast.