Promise (2)
“What are you looking at, Oppa?”
Miho’s eyes, as she settled back into her seat, were slightly unfocused from the alcohol. With her thick mascara and eyeliner winging her eyes up sharply, she looked like a cat in heat. Leaning back against the sofa cushions, her posture put those long, slender legs stretching out from under her tulip skirt on full, dizzying display. Her breasts were something else, but it was impossible not to stare even harder at those legs.
“Hmm? Ah… no, you’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I’m drunk. Hehehehe. If I drink any more I might just pass out. Stopping here!”
“Alright, stop drinking. I’ll finish what’s left.”
I laughed and drained my glass. She had been leaning back against the sofa, but now she leaned her upper body forward toward the table again, watching me.
“Oppa, did you miss me?”
“Huh?”
“I missed you…”
What the hell was this all of a sudden?
There had been that whole runaway episode, but Miho and I had only known each other for three months total. It had been a fleeting connection, and back then she was still a teenage girl, so I had been extremely careful around her. That was exactly why, when she called saying she had run away from home, I immediately contacted a female junior and handed Miho off to her. The penalties under the child and youth protection laws were no joke.
“I’ve liked you ever since the first time I saw you…”
Drunk, she started rambling without any real structure. In short, to a seventeen-year-old girl’s eyes, the twenty-seven-year-old college student who had suddenly appeared in front of her had been more than enough to become an object of longing. It definitely hadn’t been first love or anything like that.
Longing and curiosity toward someone who seemed more mature than herself.
And stories from my college days—especially the ones about dating—when she had been so quiet that I had somehow ended up doing all the talking myself. Those were the things that had made her teenage self look at me with longing and curiosity.
“But Oppa, were all those college stories real?”
“Huh? Which ones?”
“You know… the stories you told me about college and your language study abroad… were those all true?”
As if I would remember whatever nonsense I had been spouting five years ago.
“Beats me. I don’t really remember what I told you. How’s college these days? Fun?”
“Mm… when I first started, everything suddenly went online because of COVID, so it didn’t even feel like I was a real college student… and with no festivals or MTs it was kind of disappointing… but once in-person classes started again I made friends and it’s gotten fun.”
“Those friends from last time—are they college friends?”
“Yes. Same major.”
“Ah, the flight attendant department?”
“Oh~~ so you checked out my Instagram a little?”
She said it teasingly.
With her arms resting on her crossed legs and her chin propped in her hands, she was lightly swinging the high heel dangling from her toes. Somehow, even through that pose, I could feel that she was nervous.
It was definitely a sexy look. Those long, slender legs wrapped in nude stockings stretching out from under the short skirt. Legs that were long and straight, perfectly proportioned for her roughly 165-centimeter height. The way she was dangling the high heel from her toes and swinging her foot was clearly meant to seduce me.
But something about the stiffness in her waist and the tips of her fingers told me she was tense. Like this was the first time she had ever tried to seduce a man.
“How could I not look?”
“How was it?”
“You looked like a total Instagram celebrity.”
“What about the photos?”
“Hmm? Which ones?”
“I mean… did they… turn you on… or anything like that…”
That subtle tension I had been feeling. So that was it? Despite her appearance, she seemed afraid of speaking too directly. Was she still just a kid after all?
She was dressed up like a mature woman, but she was still only twenty-two.
Time to push a little harder.
“Did they make you horny?”
“Ah, Oppa!”
She jumped at my words.
“What? Did I surprise you? I’m the one who’s surprised. Anyone would be shocked—and horny—seeing a little kid suddenly show up as a sexy woman.”
“Ugh… you sound like a pervert.”
She waved her hands dismissively, but she didn’t seem offended.
“Pervert, my ass… all men are like that. They just pretend not to be. Don’t you like it when people notice your good points, Miho?”
“Well… the attention is nice, yeah.”
“Whether it’s a man or a woman, being bold and not holding back is a good thing.”
“A-young and Joo-young say the same thing. That this time of life only comes once, so you have to enjoy it hot and heavy.”
“Who are they?”
“Ah, the friends who were with me last time you met me. My best friends.”
So the two sexy girls who had been with Miho last time were named A-young and Joo-young. Was this why people said friends were so important? Those friends must have been the ones who turned that pure girl into someone this sexy. Being in the flight attendant department, they probably had a lot of friends who were into looks and loved dressing up.
“Then… Oppa also…”
“Hmm? What?”
I had a pretty good idea what she was about to say, but I wanted to hear it from her own mouth.
“What? Me what?”
“…… Oppa also… looking at my… photos…”
“Looking at the photos?”
“…… Did it… turn you on?”
Whether it was the alcohol or the word “horny,” her face had gone red. Good feeling. Should I push a little further?
“Ah, of course it did. Even now—damn, with the real thing from those hot photos sitting right in front of me, I don’t even know where to look.”
“Tch! So that’s why you were staring at my chest earlier?”
“Hey, when something that impressive shows up right in front of your eyes, how are you supposed to not look? I’m not a eunuch.”
“Ahahaha. Eunuch! Hahaha.”
My words must have cracked her up; she burst into full laughter, clapping her hands.
“Women knooow~ when men are looking. I’ve known this whole time that you’ve been staring at my legs under the table.”
“Is that so? Then from now on I’ll just stare openly?”
At my reply she dissolved into giggles again. Hadn’t someone said that when a man and woman start trading sexual jokes over drinks, the odds of them ending up in bed together are over ninety percent? She had been the one to start the dirty jokes. The vibe was good.
“Well… seeing Oppa in a suit is kind of turning me on a little too? Hahahaha.”
I had come straight from work, so I was still in my suit. I could have gone home and changed before coming, but I had no idea what kind of clothes would look right next to a girl in her early twenties, so I had just loosened my tie and come as I was. A suit always upgraded a guy’s looks anyway.
“Oh~ so you like suits, Miho?”
“A man in a suit is sexy, you know. And Oppa, your body looks pretty good too.”
Even if it was Miho saying it, I was pretty confident about my body. Thanks to playing basketball as a hobby since elementary school, I had never been called short anywhere, and I had been working out steadily since my job-hunting days to keep myself in shape, so I prided myself on having no extra fat.
“Got any concept you want? I’ll do it for you. Sitting here with a sexy beauty like you, that much service is the least I should offer.”
“Hmm… then take off the jacket, roll up the shirt sleeves, and undo one more button?”
“Easy enough.”
“Oh~ veins on the forearms!”
“Want to touch?”
At my words she reached out and ran her hand over my forearm. Her palm was damp—maybe from sweat. She was trying hard to act casual, but she still seemed nervous.
“Then you have to grant me one wish too, right?”
“Eh? What’s that. You said that since you’re with a sexy beauty you should grant one request to keep things balanced.”
“Exactly. You asked me to take off the jacket, roll up the sleeves, and undo one more button. That’s three requests. Now it’s three to one, so I get to ask for one more, don’t I?”
“Ahahahaha. What kind of logic is that.”
She laughed brightly at my ridiculous reasoning and lightly slapped my forearm with her palm.
“So what’s your wish? I’ll hear it and then decide.”
“You take off your jacket too.”
“Ehh… is that all? Fine.”
She slipped off her white tweed jacket and set it down beside her seat. As she did, the full curve of her side breast came into view. Those assertive breasts of hers were straining against the black ribbed T-shirt as if they might push right through it. Were they really natural? If they were, then having that big a chest on such a slim body was basically a miracle.
“Whoa, they’re huge!”
“Ah, what the hell, you pervert old man!”
When I clapped and laughed, she seemed to realize I was talking about her chest and covered them while laughing. She didn’t look upset.
“No padding or surgery, right?”
“Oppa, you’re being completely blunt.”
There was no malice or hostility in her tone.
“This is what they call experience. The unfiltered side only mature men can pull off.”
“No padding or anything—they just volume up really well. I’ve never had work done on my body.”
Miho seemed proud of her chest; she thrust it out fully as she spoke. She had naturally slipped into half-banmal. Her guard was down. But something decisive was still missing. We had gotten right up to the edge of the line. To step on it or cross it, though, I still needed one decisive push.