Vampire Incident (7)
To me, the image of a room cafe was always that—a sanctuary for teenage rebellion. This place wasn't much different. Students in school uniforms were loitering around outside, acting way too grown-up for their age. Not that it mattered. Han Yeoreum's attention had already shifted inside.
The interior was a long hallway lined with small, enclosed rooms. "The atmosphere's kinda..." My enhanced hearing picked up suggestive sounds coming from every direction.
"Yeah, it is." Han Yeoreum's cheeks flushed slightly as she finally noticed too.
"Wanna leave?"
"Nah. We're already here. Might as well enjoy it." She slowly shook her head and lightly grabbed my sleeve.
We got assigned a room and stepped inside. There was a small mattress, a pillow, and a TV. Tissues and wet wipes too. The mattress was just big enough for two adults to barely lie down.
"This is way too obvious, isn't it?"
"I didn't know it was like this." Her expression was strangely subtle for someone saying that. ...Did she really not know?
"If you use it properly, it could be a decent date spot."
"True." The problem was the people using it, not the place itself.
"What do you want to eat?" I set down the shopping bag and asked her.
"Let's go together." We filled some bowls with drinks and simple snacks. Han Yeoreum headed over to a small popcorn machine, scooped a huge amount of caramel popcorn into a paper bag, and shook it at me.
"Isn't that too much?"
"I'm eating it all."
"Do whatever you want. You want cola?"
"Yeah."
We naturally split the tasks and gathered everything, even grabbing a lap blanket just in case. Like hyenas returning from a hunt, we carried our snacks back to the room.
What should we do? Once we were inside, I couldn't think of anything. I should've brought board games. Han Yeoreum was already leaning against the mattress, popping kernels one by one. I stretched out my legs and looked toward the TV with her. Naturally, I grabbed the remote and turned it on.
Then I realized something. This world wasn't the same as the reality I came from. The game didn't depict everything. It couldn't. The minor details were left as blank space. So what form did that "blank space" take when the game became reality? The answer was right in front of me.
"What the hell is this?" Han Yeoreum's eyes widened as she stared at the screen. The movies we'd seen in our old reality didn't exist here. The screen was filled with films I'd never seen before.
"So what do we do?"
"Let's just watch anything." We ended up picking what looked like a standard blockbuster. The movie was surprisingly normal—just a popcorn flick. The kind that could've existed in our old world too.
"I'm a little cold." Han Yeoreum had always run cold, and the AC was blasting. She pressed right up against me. On top of that, she was wearing the China dress we'd bought earlier—the one that showed off her chest and legs.
"I brought this just in case." I spread the lap blanket over her smooth thighs.
"As expected of Kim Mugong. Always prepared. I like that."
"Stop reading from a textbook."
"I meant it."
Han Yeoreum grinned and rested her head on my shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. Keep praising me."
"Don't wanna."
"I've got a question." She spoke while still watching the screen.
"What is it?"
"That... you said the synchronization was complete. Did you get any perks?" The question came out of nowhere. The fact that she was asking me this meant she'd gotten something too.
"Yeah. They unlocked the file function."
"Of course you'd get something like that."
"I didn't steal the Blood Sect Leader's opportunity for nothing. Be grateful. Have you ever used the file function while playing the game?"
"Hardly ever."
Figures. She never seemed interested in text-heavy file content.
"What did you get?"
"...Secret."
"Hey, you asked first."
"I'll tell you later. Later." She clamped her mouth shut, clearly not wanting to talk about it right now. Whatever it was.
We munched on snacks and popcorn in silence, watching the movie. Independent of the film, the scent of her hair and body kept drifting up, making my head feel hazy. My eyes were half-closed in a dreamy state when—
[Ahh...! Hah...!]
A sudden bed scene appeared with wild moans. Sleep vanished instantly. Typical Western movie. The moment you let your guard down, a sex scene pops up. It wasn't explicit, but given the location, it felt awkward. Han Yeoreum seemed to feel the same—she kept glancing around.
Actually, the bed scene wasn't the real issue. The sounds from the neighboring rooms had gotten even more explicit. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh and faint "haaah" moans. The rooms had some soundproofing, but with our enhanced senses from inner energy, it came through crystal clear—like a live broadcast. Combined with the movie, the embarrassment doubled.
Han Yeoreum had been fidgeting for a while when her hand suddenly slid up my thigh toward my crotch.
"What are you doing?"
"H-huh?" She jolted when she touched the thing standing at attention.
"Bad hand."
"I can touch it a little, can't I?"
"...Isn't that usually the guy's line?"
"I don't know."
She averted her eyes and shot me a sideways glance. So that's how it was. I draped an arm over her shoulder and slipped my hand inside her bra, cupping her breast. The soft, full sensation filled my palm. I reached deeper and gently pinched the nipple that had started to peek out.
"...Be gentle." Instead of refusing, she bumped her head against my chest and said that. Her other hand, the one she'd pulled back, was now creeping toward my fully erect length. She stroked slowly from my thigh up to my groin. Even through the clothes, the stimulation was intense. It was getting harder to hold back.
Truthfully, I'd already been halfway there since we entered. The suppressed moans echoing from every direction, Han Yeoreum's defenseless outfit—everything was stirring my instincts.
Just like mine had hardened, her nipple was growing firmer too. That contrast between the soft flesh and the hard tip was surprisingly addictive.
"...Take it off." She suddenly whispered in a small voice. She'd tried slipping her hand into my pants but gave up and just demanded I remove them instead.
"Isn't this a bit much? Are you serious?"
"Shut up and hurry."
She grabbed my waistband with surprising force. As I'd felt before, her strength was no joke. If I didn't comply, she'd probably strip me by force. So I obediently pulled down both my pants and underwear at once.
"Oh..." Her gaze locked onto my cock, which was standing tall like it might burst.
"You told me to take it off. Why are you acting like you've never seen it?" I grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned it roughly.
"It's my first time seeing it this close." She poked the tip with her finger. Her eyes were wide with curiosity, which made me feel a bit mischievous.
"Am I the only one taking stuff off?"
"...It's embarrassing."
"You think I'm not embarrassed? Whatever. Then use your hand."
I'd almost said "use your mouth," but held back. It felt like too much to ask from someone who'd been a virgin until recently.
"My hand?" She tilted her head, clearly clueless. In the end, I had to demonstrate. Her cold hand touched my burning shaft.
"Like this?" She wrapped her palm around it and started moving up and down. She was trying hard, but it was clumsy.
"A little firmer." I placed my hand over hers and guided her more carefully.
"Does this feel good?" She looked at me curiously.
"It's similar to jerking off, but better." Because it was someone else's hand. But with all the blood rushing to my head, instinct was starting to take over. This wasn't what I'd planned.
"Something's coming out. Is this precum?" She stopped moving and stared blankly at her fingers. Clear fluid glistened on her fingertips.
"Cowper's fluid. Didn't you learn this in health class?"
"So this is what it is..." She brought her finger to her mouth and licked it lightly. "Doesn't taste like much. Maybe a bit better than semen?"
"...Why would you eat that?"
"I was curious." She'd eaten semen before too. She had a lot of curiosity.
"Alright, should we stop now?" Leaving the place smelling like sex didn't feel right either. Han Yeoreum stared at my cock in silence for a moment, then suddenly pulled off her panties and hooked them on one leg.
"...Huh?" Before I could react, she climbed on top of me. Our eyes met at a distance where our noses almost touched. Her hot, excited breath brushed my face.
"I don't want to stop." She parted her lips, clearly refusing. From her pale neck down to her visible cleavage and collarbones, to the panties soaked with transparent fluid between her thighs, to her aroused expression—every single thing was visually overwhelming.
"Haa... haa..." Naturally, she started rocking her hips. She pressed my erect cock against her entrance and rubbed it without inserting. Even without penetration, the soft, warm sensation on the tip sent intense pleasure surging through me. Schlick, schlick. My shaft slid between her slick, plump folds, moving dangerously close to slipping in.
"Mmph...!" Worried a moan might escape, Han Yeoreum bit her lip and wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. I hugged her slim waist and buried my face in her chest. The sweet, feminine scent unique to girls hit my nose. I knew we shouldn't go all the way here, but resisting the urge was getting difficult.
"Mm... feels good..." She whispered right into my ear, her voice barely audible.
"Haa... ngh...!" Suddenly, she stopped moving her hips. My heartbeat pounded louder than ever.
"...I can't hold back. I want to put it in." She positioned my cock at her tight entrance and slowly lowered herself.
"Mmph...! It hurts a little." Pop— Like the last thread snapping. Ignoring the slight resistance, Han Yeoreum pressed her hips down firmly. Her hot inner walls squirmed and squeezed my tip. Because it was our first time doing it raw, I could feel every bump and ridge of her vaginal walls clearly.
"...No condom?" I asked, barely holding back the urge to thrust wildly from the tight grip and intense suction. This position was far more stimulating than missionary in every way.
"Haa... it's fine... I... got a perk."
"Why are you bringing that up now...?"
"Body manipulation... I can control ovulation too... haah...!" Her answer succeeded in stripping away the last of my rationality.