How Will I Remember Miho?

"What are you doing? Suck it."

I slapped her ass, and her firm, springy cheeks bounced right back against my palm.

"Ah—!"

Joo-young took my cock into her mouth again and ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠started sucking like she meant it. I scooped the juices leaking from her pussy and drew them out. She was wet enough now.

I rolled a condom I'd left ready on the edge of the bed over my cock and pressed the tip against Joo-young's pussy as she lay face-down. Her big, plump ass spread her dark folds open, ready to take me.

It had been a while since I'd seen an ass this fine.

I gripped her hips and pulled her onto me.

"Aaaah… ah—!"

My thick head disappeared between her cheeks, and a moan tore out of her. She was plenty wet, but still not quite ready for my size; her face twisted.

"Aaaah… why are you so big, oppa? Aaaah… ah—…"

"I'll go slow."

"Ah… this might be the biggest thing I've taken in a while… aaaah…"

I left just the head inside her and lightly spanked her ass while I waited. Her walls fluttered and gradually reshaped themselves around me.

When I started to move, her pussy began to yield. I pushed deeper, little by little.

"Aaaah… ah… aaaah… ah! That feels good… you can go deeper now… aaaah… nnngh…"

Joo-young's face, buried in the sheets, flushed deeper red. When I was about two-thirds of the way in, she stretched her arms out and arched into a cat-like pose. Matching her hunger for more, I drove the rest of the way home in one thrust.

"Ah—! Aaaaah! That wasn't all the way?! Aaaaah! Ah, so deep!"

I held her hips and started rolling my own.

Deep. Deep. Shallow, shallow, shallow. Deep, then shallow again.

I kept changing the rhythm until unintelligible sounds poured from her mouth.

"Ah— ah—! Aaaah! Oppa!!! Ah, aaang! Wow, I… aaaaah! Ah— ah— so good… aaang, ah, hup!"

Her full ass chased my cock as if it refused to let go. Looking down at her glamorous back, I realized it was nothing like Miho's or A-young's. Those two were model-slim; this was lush, ripe flesh I hadn't tasted in a long time.

Every time my hips met hers, her ass rippled and bounced. Just as I'd expected—Joo-young was perfect for doggy style.

I reached under and cupped one heavy breast hanging under gravity's pull, found the nipple between my fingers, and kept thrusting.

"Hup— ah— aaaaah! Ah—! Aaaah… ah, oppa! Aaaaah… so good… so good… aaaaah…!"

"Hah… hah… You feel amazing from behind."

"Ah— ah—! I taste good, right? Every guy loves fucking me doggy. Aaaaah. Ah— ah—!"

She rolled her hips in time with mine. How many men had taken her like this? Her waist work was pure art.

Without pulling out, I rolled onto my back and brought her on top of me, still facing away. I dragged a pillow under my neck and watched her ride me from behind.

Spine straight, hands stroking her own breasts as she rose and fell—her back view was pure sex. Her reflection showed in the dark TV across the room. Eyes squeezed shut, bouncing up and down, tasting my cock with her pussy while she caressed herself—it was intoxicating.

After a long stretch of that, Joo-young reached back, planted her hands on the mattress, and leaned her spine against my chest. I bent my knees and lifted my hips to help her.

She watched my cock sliding in and out of her.

"Aaaaah ah—! Oppa, your cock is seriously huge… it looked big, but inside me it feels even bigger… aaaaah… ah… so long… ah, so good…"

"You like them big, huh?"

"Yeah… aaaaah, I love big ones. Love big cocks… Do you like me? Aaaaah. Ah—! Aaaaah!"

"You feel incredible. That ass of yours… ah…"

"Yeah, my ass is nice, right? Aaaaah, oppa… You're gonna keep seeing me, right? I want to keep eating your cock… ah— ah— aaaaah…"

I pulled out, laid her on her back, and climbed on ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠top in missionary. Grabbing her bouncing breasts, I kneaded them hard and picked up speed.

"Aaaaaah! Ah— ah— aaaaaah! So good…! Nnngh nnngh ah—! Oppa, cum! Cum!"

Watching her face twist with pleasure and her tits bounce every which way, I couldn't hold back any longer. I buried myself deep and emptied into the condom.

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"Haa… haa… haa… ah… that was good…"

When I pulled out, the condom was full of cum.

Suddenly I wondered whether Miho and I had ever used one. Today was her ovulation day…

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I left Joo-young sleeping and took a taxi home. On the way I kept almost calling Miho, then shoving the phone back into my pocket, then pulling it out again. I repeated the motion several times.

"Got someone waiting on a call?"

The driver had been watching me in the rearview mirror.

"No. Just… nothing."

I gave a bitter smile and put the phone away for good.

Yeah, my sex partner.

The words Miho had said to that man right before hanging up kept circling in my head. I rolled down the back window and breathed in the dawn air.

Sex partner.

That was exactly what we were. We had started that way from the beginning. When I arranged to meet her at Dong-min hyung's bar, my intentions had never been pure. After years apart, Miho had become an unrecognizably sexy woman, and choosing a private room bar had been deliberate—I wanted to sleep with her.

I knew she was quietly seducing me, and I enjoyed the game while wanting to hold her myself, so I played along willingly.

Even when I groped her under the pretense of a game and got her worked up, the idea of dating her never crossed my mind. It was just the thrill of spending one night with a flashy, sexy, easy woman after a long dry spell.

Agreeing to be sex partners afterward came from pride that I'd satisfied a beauty like her, plus the desire to keep her around a little longer and enjoy her more. Even when she slept with that thug Seok-gi, it hadn't bothered me. If anything, it fed a quiet arrogance: Without me, you'll never be satisfied.

So how had I ended up feeling this rotten?

Right now I hated the man who was with her so much I wanted him dead. I hated that Miho was with another man that much.

I hated that she had called me her sex partner.

And I hated myself—for hanging up that call and then fucking Joo-young anyway.

When bodies mix long enough, hearts follow. That's just human nature.

Dong-min hyung's words echoed in my mind.

Had Miho really taken root in my heart? She wasn't my first sex partner. Counting roughly, she was maybe the fourth or fifth. Sex partners were supposed to stay faithful only to each other's bodies—a mutual exchange of physical pleasure. That ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was the whole deal.

So how had Miho, unlike all the others, settled into my heart? I was confused myself.

Later on… how will I be remembered by you, oppa?

After the newlywed role-play, while we held each other face-to-face and savored the afterglow, Miho had asked me that.