A Twist Like This Is Always Welcome

The inner door opened.

Seo Eun-ha stood there. She wasn't wearing what she'd had on in the consultation room. A thin knit top, a coat, her hair let down — she'd gotten ready before coming. She went home and changed first. That wasn't the outfit of someone planning to refuse. It was even better than what I'd hoped for.

"You actually came."

"You called me here and now you're saying that? What does that make me?"

"I thought you'd turn me down."

"Did you want me to?"

"No. I wanted you to come."

Seo Eun-ha held up her phone.

"You sent Stage Four. Very precise."

"You saw it and still pressed accept?"

"Yes."

"We met for the first time today. If you want to leave, go now."

"Did you get scared after you sent it?"

"This isn't for me. It's the confirmation you need."

I didn't grab her. I had no intention of talking her into anything. If she hesitates here, I send her home. All I'd lose is two hundred cc of blood. What I wanted wasn't a woman who said no and had to be coaxed with words.

Seo Eun-ha slipped her phone into her bag.

"I'm not leaving."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. I said I'm not going."

"Then come in."

The Contract Room had a sofa, a bed, and a bathroom. The shop clearly had no interest in explaining what Stage Four meant out loud. They even prepared a bed. Had the shop known from the start which stage I'd choose?

Seo Eun-ha looked at the bed and asked, "The shop's being awfully honest."

"The contract was honest from the beginning."

"Have you always been this direct, Doctor?"

"I say what I want, right away."

"So you send Stage Four to a woman you've just met?"

"If I like someone, why should I wait a few more days?"

Seo Eun-ha took off her coat and laid it on the sofa.

Time appeared on the mirror.

"I can't see the time on my end."

"One hour and twelve minutes left."

"Shorter than I expected."

"Long enough to leave, if you want."

"You've been trying to send me away this whole time."

"It means I have no intention of holding you against your will."

Seo Eun-ha stepped closer, right up to me.

"I already said I'm staying."

"Does that mean you're willing to go all the way to Stage Four?"

"We'll have to try it and see."

A vague answer. The kind of thing people say when they get swept up in the moment and regret it later. I hate vague answers. Before we started, I wanted to hear it clearly from Eun-ha's own mouth.

"I don't start on an answer like that."

"You're pickier than I thought."

"Better than having someone change their story later."

"If I say stop, will you stop?"

"Immediately."

"And right now?"

There was only one thing left to confirm. Whether we were doing this or not.

"If you say you want it, we start."

Seo Eun-ha caught the shift in my speech.

"Oh my. Dropping the formalities all of a sudden?"

"Because I've decided you're mine."

"So every woman who walks in here becomes yours, Doctor?"

"I chose you, and you accepted. Until six in the morning, you're mine."

"You just decide that on your own?"

"If you don't like it, say so now."

I didn't touch her. The answer came first. Seo Eun-ha took hold of my tie.

"If I didn't like it, why would I grab this?"

"Say it out loud."

"I don't mind."

"Stage Four, too?"

A brief silence. If she dodges here, I send her home. No exceptions, no matter how much I liked her.

Seo Eun-ha looked me in the eyes and answered.

"Yeah. Let's do it."

That was enough. I pulled her in by the waist. There was no reason left to keep the formal speech. The relationship had changed from what it was when she'd been a patient.

"From now on, say what you want just like that."

"Is that an order?"

"Yeah."

Our lips met. Seo Eun-ha didn't let go of my tie. She didn't seem interested in keeping it short, either. The moment I pulled back, she followed right after. Once I got the answer out of her, she's the one who's more impatient. I liked that.

"No more checking?"

"I just heard you."

"What if I change my mind halfway?"

"Tell me. I'll stop right away."

"And if I don't?"

"Then we go all the way."

I put my hands on the hem of her knit top. This time she didn't stop me. She raised both arms first. Both arms up before she even said a word. That was Eun-ha's real answer.

"Want to take this to the bed?"

"You're asking that now?"

"Answer."

"Yeah. Let's go."

I scooped her up by the waist.

"Wait — I can walk, you know."

"I know."

"Then why are you carrying me?"

"Because I want to."

Three steps to the bed. The moment I set her down, she grabbed my shirt and pulled.

The mirror's frame lit up red.

Seo Eun-ha turned her head toward the mirror. I caught her chin and turned it back to me.

"Look at me."

"Something just appeared—"

"Look at me."

Seo Eun-ha wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Are we really starting now?"

"Yeah."

"Is one hour going to be enough?"

Was that a challenge? Fine. I'd make her find out for herself. Whether one hour is short or long — I'll ask her again when we're done.

"Try it once first, then ask."

I pulled her waist in hard. The second our lips met, we both opened our mouths, tongues sliding together, confirming that every last bit of preparation was finished.

The remaining time showed on the mirror.

I slid my hands under her knit top. Pushing the bothersome scrap of fabric up, I revealed the pale skin rising and falling with her quickening breath. Under the light, her skin was flawless — clean, soft, without a single blemish. Without hesitation I shoved her bra up as well, and the firmness of her breasts filled my palms.

A B-cup. My favorite size. Even her body matches my taste exactly.

At the clinic, I'd looked at her face first. Now I wanted to know the woman herself — Eun-ha.

I cupped both breasts and began to lick, circling my tongue in slow, deliberate strokes. At first I moved gently, carefully. Her body trembled with every pass of my tongue, and her hips started to rock to the same rhythm.

"Ah… ah… ah…"

"Nnh… mm… mm…"

She let out small, soft moans. That delicate voice, so well-matched to her pretty face, made my heart pound harder. I started running a few tests, searching for her sensitive spots. My tongue tip had been lightly circling one small, pink nipple — then I caught it gently between my front teeth and pressed.

"Ha… ah… Doctor…"

"Does it hurt, Eun-ha?"

"Ah… no. It's fine. It feels good. You can bite harder."

"Hnh…"

"Good. Got it…"

Good. Eun-ha responded to this kind of stimulation. When it feels good, she says so. At least in front of me, she was a woman who didn't hide what she wanted. Watching her reaction, I increased the pressure a little. Just enough to sting. From here on, I had to be careful — bite any harder and women with sensitive nipples would scream or bruise.

"Hnh…"

"Haa… Oppa… it feels so good. Ah… more, more…"

I'd found one of Eun-ha's sexual preferences. Despite that pure, innocent face, she was a woman who didn't hide the kind of stimulation she craved. I raised the intensity another notch. Bit down harder on her nipple — hard enough that if it were a finger, she'd say ow.

"Hah… Oppa… Oppa…"

"Hhk… ah…. Oppa…"

"Hnh… I— I like it."

Just from playing with her nipples, she was already coming apart in high, broken moans — and she'd started calling me Oppa.

"You like that?"

"Anh… Oppa… it feels so good…. Do more…. Eun-ha likes it so much…"

"Mmnh…"

"Got it."

The more she took in pain and pleasure together, the harder my own body responded. I slipped my middle finger lightly against her pussy. Before I even got a single knuckle in, a considerable amount of wetness was already spilling out. It kept flowing, enough to soak her thighs. Her face looked pure, but her body was honest. A twist like this? I'll take it any day.

I rolled onto my side next to her. With my left hand I parted the slick wetness and stroked her clit; with my mouth I sucked on her nipple; with two fingers of my right hand I gently pushed into her mouth and drew them back out.

"Eumm… hnh…"

"Squelch, slick…"

"Aang… ah…"

"Ah-hnh… ah…"

The wet sounds of my fingers working her pussy mixed with her ragged breathing, filling the room. The moment I started touching her properly, Eun-ha was already racing toward climax.

I moved back on top of her. I rolled both nipples between my fingertips and pushed my face between her thighs. My tongue tip dragged past her inner thighs and onto her pussy, licking her open with wet, thorough strokes.

"Sss…"

"Slurp, suck…"

"Hnh… ah. Oppa… Oppa…"

"Ah… it feels so good… Eun-ha's pussy feels so good…"

"Huuuh…"

Those pure, elegant lips had just said the word pussy about herself. That alone nearly drove me out of my mind. Eun-ha had already dropped her reason and was calling my name over and over. In the consultation room she was testing me. Now she was the one calling for me first.

"Nngh-ah…!"

"Do-kyung Oppa… put it in…"

"I want Oppa's cock inside me."

I wasn't going to give it to her that easily. When I went back to licking and biting her nipples, she grabbed my head with both hands, lifted her face, and started working her tongue against the shell of my ear and my earlobe.

"Ah…… ah…"

A moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. It tickled a little, but it felt so good it sent shivers down my spine. The wet sound of her tongue against my ear only wound me up tighter.

I stopped touching her, laid her deeper into the bed, and brought my cock — hard and swollen — close to her mouth. She understood immediately. Both hands gripped my thighs as she began to suck me gently, bobbing her head up and down.

"Hnh, hnh…"

"Slurp, suck…"

Every time she glanced up while sucking me and our eyes met, that hazy look in hers was unbearably sexy. In front of me, even that haughty face of hers couldn't hold out for long. I liked that about her.

I sat across her chest, fed my cock into her mouth, and leaned back at an angle while one hand worked her pussy hard enough to make wet, filthy sounds. Then I pulled myself free of her lips and climbed over her body. Her eyes, fever-bright, stared up at me without blinking.

"Put it in, Oppa… I want it."

"I want it… put it in…"

"Huuuh…"

"Say it belongs to me right now."

"Right now, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Eun-ha's pussy is Oppa's."

She was begging me to put it in. That voice snapped the last of my restraint. No reason to wait any longer. Eun-ha grabbed my shoulders and pulled herself closer.

"Squelch, squelch…"

"Ugh, it feels… so good. So full…"

"Nnh… nngh…"

"Ah… ahk… haa… hhk… hhk…"

"Oppa's so big… ha-euh…"

"Nngh…"

"Slick, slick…"

"Haang…"

Eun-ha locked both legs around my hips and cried out in something close to a scream. The wetness spilling out of her, the rough breathing, the slap of skin on skin — all of it filled the room. I drove my hips like a man possessed. She lifted her ass to meet every thrust, taking me deeper. We licked the sweat off each other, crushed our mouths together, and raced toward the peak. When her walls clenched past their limit, I poured everything into her deepest place.

"Eun-ha, I'm gonna come."

"Ah-hnh…"

"Yeah, Oppa. Come inside me."

"Ah… uh… uhk…"

"Haaang…"

"Huh… ah… ang…"

The moment the hot liquid surged deep and filled her, Eun-ha locked her arms around my neck hard enough to break it and screamed herself hoarse.

"Oppa… ah… ah… ahk…"

"Ha-euuh…"

As our heartbeats gradually settled, I slowly eased myself off her body. Our skin peeled apart with a sticky sound. As if we'd agreed on it beforehand, we lay on opposite sides of the bed and worked on catching our breath.

She asked if one hour would be enough. That question ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠still hadn't been answered. Eun-ha seemed to be thinking the same thing — the moment I reached for my shirt, she caught my hand first.

The mirror's frame returned to white.

Forty-three minutes. More than enough for another round. The problem was that Eun-ha didn't look like a woman who'd settle for a glass of water and call it a night.

I picked up the shirt that had fallen beside the bed. Seo Eun-ha stretched out an arm and caught the edge of it.

"Oppa, where are you going?"

"To get some water."

"I thought you were looking for your clothes the second we finished."

"Forty-three minutes left."

"You're checking the time again."

"If I don't, we'll run over."

I cracked open a bottle of water and held it out.

"Want some?"

"You're nice at times like this."

"Is giving water to a thirsty person really that kind?"

"At the hospital you kept using formal speech the whole time."

"You were a patient then."

"And now?"

"My woman."

"Until when?"

"Until six in the morning."

Seo Eun-ha stopped mid-sip and set the bottle down.

"Oppa, when the contract ends, do I go back to being a patient?"

"If we meet at the hospital."

"And if we meet outside the hospital?"

"We'll figure that out when we get there."

Seo Eun-ha still wouldn't let go of my shirt.

"That's a more decent answer than I expected."

"What kind of answer were you hoping for?"

"I thought you'd say we were strangers once the contract was over."

"Why would I pretend today never happened?"

"So that means you want to see me again?"

"Right now the first thing on my mind is that I want a shower."

I pointed toward the bathroom.

"You go first."

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"Alone?"

"If you say you want to go together, we go together."

"You really make me say everything out loud."

"I told you — say what you want, clearly."

Seo Eun-ha climbed down from the bed.

"I want to go with Oppa."

"Keep saying it like that from now on."

"Okay, Oppa."

I opened the bathroom door.