Does the Gaze of Others Excite You?
"Get up. Let's move somewhere else."
I pulled her to her feet and picked up my own shirt.
"Heehee. Oppa's willy!"
Miho giggled at the bulge straining the front of my pants.
"Hey! Don't you dare call Oppa's thing a 'willy'! That's a word for little kids."
"Then what am I supposed to call it?"
"Cock."
"Co…ck…"
"Call it that from now on."
"Heeheehee. From now on? You think I'm going to keep seeing it?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
I hurriedly buttoned my shirt and shoved the tails roughly into my trousers before grabbing my suit jacket. Miho rose as well, smoothing her skirt and picking up her bralette.
"I should put this back on…"
I snatched the bralette from her hand and stuffed it into my jacket pocket.
"You don't need it. It's night—no one will know."
"But still…"
"Let's leave this off too. We worked up a sweat; we need to cool down."
I took her tweed jacket as well. She started to protest, then simply lowered her head and obeyed.
"Don't worry. Oppa will hold you so you won't get cold."
I slipped an arm around her shoulders, gentler this time.
When dealing with a woman you can never be only hard or only soft. People say women fall for bad boys, but if you're nothing but rough you're just an asshole. What matters is the balance—the push and pull. Command when you need to command, soothe when you need to soothe, be rough when roughness is called for and natural when natural feels right. That control of pace is everything.
The early-twenties boys Miho had met probably never managed it. Either pure roughness or pure softness. I had been the same in my twenties—naïve enough to believe that simply being nice would be enough. But age, and meeting Dong-min hyung, taught me that plenty of women carry a deep desire to submit. Even the strongest, wildest-looking woman often hides a craving to kneel and take orders.
Men are no different. Sometimes a man wants to submit to a woman stronger than himself. In the end, human beings feel the sharpest pleasure when they walk that tightrope between dominance and surrender.
With my arm still around her shoulders we stepped into the lobby. The music had been turned off. Dong-min hyung must have heard every one of Miho's moans, yet he showed nothing, calmly helping us settle the bill.
"Hyung, you sure? You're giving me way too big a discount."
"It's fine, you idiot. I'm only doing this because it's you. Take care, and stay in touch."
"Yeah, hyung. Thanks. I will."
"See you again, miss."
While Dong-min hyung and I talked across the counter, Miho stood a step behind. In the bright lobby her braless nipples and the full shape of her breasts stood out clearly. The tight black top left nothing to the imagination; the outlines of her nipples were impossible to miss. Dong-min hyung had definitely seen them. And Miho knew her nipples were showing.
We descended the stairs into a street lit as bright as day by the streetlamps. It wasn't quite weekend crowded, but plenty of people were still out and about.
"Whoa… fuck…"
I kept my arm around her shoulders, making her walk upright, and the low whistles of men smoking on the corner drifted over. Whether from the chilly night air or from knowing strangers were staring at her bare breasts under the thin fabric, Miho's nipples stood even harder than before.
Walking the street with a beauty like her pressed against me, braless, felt damn good.
"Looks like people can tell you're not wearing a bra."
"Oppa!"
She punched me lightly in the chest.
"Walk like you own it. You look incredibly sexy right now."
"I look sexy?"
"Yeah. You like being sexy, don't you?"
"Yeah… I do…"
"You're really sexy right now. Every guy on this street is staring at you. And every one of them is imagining you panting underneath him in bed."
"Ah…"
A soft little gasp escaped her, as if she were following that fantasy herself.
My guess had been right. Miho might lack experience, but she was naturally lewd.
"Here—walk over to that shop by yourself, then come back to me."
I stopped and gave her a gentle push between the shoulder blades. She hesitated, then took one tentative step after another. The distance was less than ten meters, yet with every step her stride grew more confident. I stood at ease and simply watched her from behind.
The click of her high heels, the way her lifted ass swayed with each step. It was a little on the small side, but the firm curve of it made me want to give it a sharp slap. And those long, slender legs—already long even without the heels, now stretched to absurd proportions by the stilettos.
She reached the shop front, turned, and walked back toward me. Without the bralette the deep plunge of her top showed less cleavage, but the volume of her breasts was undiminished. They bounced left and right with every step, straining the fabric as if they might tear free. Under the brighter lights the hard points of her nipples stood out unmistakably. When her eyes met mine she smiled and swept her hair over one shoulder.
The sight was pure sex. Eyes and a smile that looked ready to devour a man, paired with the fresh, almost innocent face of a twenty-two-year-old. Two things that should never coexist lived side by side in Miho.
"Well?"
She stopped in front of me and asked.
"I should've taken a picture."
She burst out laughing.
"Did you feel the men staring?"
"Yeah. They all pretended not to look, but they were looking."
"You enjoy those eyes on you, don't you?"
"…Yeah. The first time I dressed sexy it felt so awkward, but now I like it."
"Was it because of your friends?"
We started walking again as we talked.
"Yeah. Once in-person classes started I got close with A-young and Ju-young. From the beginning their style was crazy. They went to vocational high schools, so they'd been partying hard since then."
She chattered on, spilling every detail the way only a girl in her early twenties can. In moments like this she looked exactly like a college freshman.
"So hanging out with them meant shopping for clothes together, buying makeup, going out… and I ended up dressing like this. And once I put the clothes on, I realized they looked good on me."
"Of course. You're sexy."
"Yeah. I didn't even know it, but I turned out to be really sexy. And if you want to get into clubs the basic dress code is already pretty revealing, so now everything I own is either this kind of outfit or sweatpants."
"And honestly—doesn't the gaze of others turn you on too?"
"…… Oppa, you know women way too well, don't you?"
"Hahaha. Everyone's like that. After I started working out and got a real job I only ever wear suits. It just makes me feel sexier and cooler somehow."
"Yeah, true. When I saw you again that day—after only ever seeing you in hoodies and sweatshirts—the suit looked so sexy. I think men in suits are just ridiculously hot."
"Suits look sexy on both men and women."
"Yeah, but everyone around me dresses more casually."
"Makes sense. College guys don't walk around in suits—it'd look weird."
"Yeah. And the amount of empty swagger they put on…"
"Take the swagger out of a guy in his twenties and what's left is a corpse."
"Right. So I'd think, maybe this one's different? Like Ju-young or A-young said, maybe he's okay? Then we'd sleep together and… ugh…"
"Why? Disappointed?"
"Yeah… I wanted something… you know… like in the movies… something sticky and…"
"Something dense? Intense?"
"Yes! I thought it would be like that… but they all just rushed to strip me, sucked and licked, shoved it in, and pounded…"
"No atmosphere, huh."
"Exactly! And the second I started to feel anything they'd switch positions, or flip me over even though it was embarrassing and hurt, and then it was just… over."
"Shame. You still haven't tasted the real thing…"
"So tonight… I'm kind of… looking forward to it…"
She finished speaking and shyly rested her head against my shoulder. I stroked the back of her hair.
"Still, our Miho… seems to have a real slutty streak."
"I don't know… Today just… matched everything I'd always imagined by myself…"
"You touched yourself while you imagined it?"
"Ugh… pervert…!"
She smacked my chest again. I ignored it and whispered against her ear.
"Did you rub your pussy with your own fingers while you fantasized, Miho?"
"Aing… Oppa, when you talk like that you really sound like a pervert."
She pouted in a nasal little whine.
"I'm nothing like the little boys you've met so far. I'll be rough and soft at the same time. Soft and rough. So get used to it."
"Ah…!"
The whisper against her ear drew a low gasp. Then she leaned up and whispered back into mine.
"I'm… getting wet again… down there…"
Miho truly had every natural gift needed to become a real gumiho. Instinctively she already knew how to drive a man insane. At this point I almost wondered if she was playing me. Could a woman this seductive still be an innocent who had never even tasted climax?
Yet somehow it made sense. Men must have taken one look at this side of her and assumed she was already a fully bloomed seductress. Especially guys in their early twenties—they would have lost their minds and charged straight in.
Those men would have enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Anyone would, given a beauty like this, a body like this, that much raw sex appeal. But they would have been so busy taking their own pleasure that they never led her into hers. True pleasure for both people only appears when the other person is drowning in it, unable to climb free. Early-twenties boys simply don't reach that far yet.
I would change her. Once she tasted real climax tonight, the pure girl she had been would be gone. Tonight was the night she transformed. Around my throbbing cock a strange, almost solemn sense of mission rose up and filled me.