Do You Still Love Me?
“Miho!”
The moment I saw her crouched in front of our apartment door, something tight and raw rose in my chest. The second she looked up and caught my face stepping out of the elevator, her own crumpled into tears.
I pulled her into my arms hard.
“Hic… sob… Oppa… sob…”
She must have been feeling the same thing, because the instant she was against me she broke into full, open weeping. Hearing her cry made my own eyes burn. I swallowed the sob that wanted to escape and held her tighter still.
Miho locked her arms around my waist, buried her face in my chest, and just kept crying.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Those were the only words that would come.
“Waaah… Oppa… Oppa… waaah…”
Her tears went on for a long time.
“Hic… sob… You bastard! Did it feel good? Did it feel good, huh? Waaah… hic…”
She pounded her fists against my chest while she shouted. I had nothing to say, so I simply held her tighter. She cried harder and wrapped herself around me again.
I cupped her cheeks and made her look at me. Fat tears had smeared her mascara everywhere. She stared up at me with eyes full of water. Even like that—mascara running—she looked unbearably pretty, unbearably lovable.
I brought my mouth to hers.
She closed her eyes, forced the sobs down, and kissed me back.
We stood there in front of the door for a long time, mouths joined, as if time itself had stopped.
“Did it feel good, ditching me to fuck Juyeong? Did it feel good?!”
The second our lips parted she was hitting my chest again, furious.
“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”
At that she started crying once more and clung to my waist and back. I held her gently in return.
“Oppa… I think… I love you… Oppa… I love you…”
Her tear-soaked confession.
My heart was no different.
“Miho… I love you too…”
She stopped crying and looked up at my face again. I met her eyes with complete seriousness. She stared into them for a long moment; fresh tears welled up.
“You bastard! You’re so mean! You’re really mean! Waaah…”
She threw her arms around me and sobbed all over again.
I felt sorry for her. And she was so pretty, so lovable it hurt.
However we had started, everything was clear now. We were no longer just sex partners. It wasn’t only each other’s bodies we loved—
we loved each other’s hearts.
Without either of us noticing, we had come to occupy huge spaces inside one another.
I couldn’t say exactly when it began,
but we
were in love.
I kissed her again while punching in the door code. I got it wrong several times and had to re-enter it, but I never took my mouth from hers. If I stopped kissing her she might leave; I couldn’t bear to lose the Miho standing right in front of me.
Even after I finally got the door open and we stepped inside, we stayed in the entryway, still kissing. The motion-sensor light came on as if blessing us.
I left her lips and licked the side of her neck.
“Haa… mmh…”
She reached down, cupped the hard bulge in my pants, and stroked the back of my neck at the same time. I slid my hands behind her and drew the zipper of her dress all the way down. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but high heels and a pair of nubre bras, her pale body completely bare.
I bent and took one breast into my mouth.
“Hah… hah… I haven’t showered… ah… that guy… that guy sucked on my tits… hngh…”
“It’s okay. Because it’s you, it’s okay.”
“Hnnngh…”
At my answer she fisted her hands in my hair and moaned. Leaning back against the glass shoe cabinet, she kept making soft, heated sounds under my hands and mouth.
“Hah… hah… I slept with another man—doesn’t that make me dirty? Do you still love me?”
“I’m the same. It’s still okay. I love you, Miho.”
“Ah—ah… Oppa… I love you… ah…”
I sucked on her full breasts while my hand slipped between her legs to her pussy. She was already wet, slickness seeping out. Her body had grown so used to mine that a few touches and the stroke of my tongue were enough to set her on fire.
“You’ve been going without panties this whole time?”
“Yeah… haa… whenever I meet you I never wear any… haa… haa…”
She had remembered our promise. That made her even more lovable.
“So that guy knew too?”
“Haa… haa… yeah…”
She was soaked; no more preparation was needed. I shoved my pants down, turned her around, and had her brace her hands against the shoe cabinet. Miho pushed her ass back, ready to take my cock.
“Haa… haa… did you put your cock in Juyeong?”
“Yeah. With a condom.”
“Haa… haa… put it in me already… hurry… I’ll wash her smell off with my pussy… haa…”
I eased my cock into her slowly. Her pussy was hot and soft, wrapping around me. Her back arched like a bow as she took me; the mirror showed her flushed face. Standing unsteadily on her high heels, legs spread, feeling my cock—she looked obscene. Obscene and beautiful, my lover.
“Ah… aaaah, still… Oppa’s cock is… hah… the best… aaaah, I love it…”
“Ah… me too… I love your pussy, Miho…”
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
My cock drove into her, pushing out wet sounds and more of her juices. In the mirror her full breasts swayed. The narrow waist that fit perfectly in both my hands and the round curve of her ass formed a dazzling S-line.
“Oppa… haa haa… ah… Oppa, I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry I slept with another man… ah—aaaah…!”
“Huff… huff… it’s okay… it’s okay, Miho. I love you.”
She groped back, grabbed my hair, and pulled me down to her. We kissed while I kneaded her breasts and kept thrusting. Her soft, heavy tits spilled and rebounded in my palms. They felt better than A-young’s surgically enhanced ones, better even than Juyeong’s much larger ones.
“Hah! Aaaah! Why am I so slutty? I’m so fucking slutty! Aaaah, it feels good… ah—aah!”
Seeing herself in the mirror made her whole body shudder. Her pussy clamped down harder around my cock.
“Huff… huff… you are slutty, Miho… and I love that… your body is sexy, your face is sexy… even your pussy is sexy…”
“Oppa… you like that I’m slutty? You like me even though I slept with another guy and came for him?”
“Huff! You came for him today?!”
“Aaaah! Yes! I came! I came for someone who isn’t you! I’m sorry, Oppa… aaaah, Oppa…! Harder… fuck me harder… I want to come on your cock! Aaaaah!”
She had come for another man. The words sent a fresh rush of heat through me and lit a competitive fire. I seized both her arms and drove into her faster. Her moans grew louder; she was racing toward a bigger climax.
“Aaaah! Ah—aah! Aaaah! Hnngh—hwaaah! Aaaah! Mommy! Mommy! Ah! Hnnngh!”
Her whole body flushed as the peak hit. The hard pounding pushed me over the edge too.
“Ah, Miho! Oppa’s gonna come! I’m coming in your pussy!”
“Yes! Come in my pussy… fill my pussy with your cum! Fill me up with Oppa’s cock juice! Aaaaah!”
I yanked her back against my hips until I was buried to the root and poured my semen into her. She trembled all over as she came. Her legs gave out and she sank to the floor right there. My cock slipped free; the cum that spilled from her pussy dripped onto the entryway tiles.
I lifted her and kissed her again. She wound her arms and legs around me and kissed back. She was light as a feather; I carried her deeper into the apartment while we kept kissing. I had already come twice today and my cock still refused to die.
I laid her on the bed, kissed her, fondled her breasts again, and sucked her pink nipples. Even after the shattering orgasm she began to respond once more to my hands and mouth.
“You really came with that guy?”
“Yeah… haa… I came… I’m sorry, Oppa… I came for someone who isn’t you…”
“No, it’s okay. I’m okay. You did well.”
“What about you? How was it with Juyeong?”
“I came too.”
“Haa… did you come in her pussy?”
“I was wearing a condom.”
I kneaded one breast and sucked the other while we talked. Guilt seemed to wash over her; she covered her face with both hands.
“I’m sorry, Oppa… haa… hic… I just did it bare… hic… I was so out of it I just… did it…”
“It’s okay, Miho. How was it? Tell me.”
I stroked the soft skin near her pussy as I spoke. My reaction seemed to give her courage; she opened her mouth.