The Darkroom
Suck—
Slurp—
The sound of wet, sticky things repeatedly meeting, parting, and entangling.
The darkroom, occupied only by Min Hayun and me, was filled with the sound of our lips and breaths mingling.
Amidst it all, the rustle of Min Hayun's shirt wrinkling. The sensation of her fingers tracing the shell of my ear.
"Haa..."
As if neither of us had any intention of pushing the other away, we busied ourselves burrowing deeper into an embrace that couldn't possibly get any closer.
It was as if we had frozen, becoming one. So still that even the motion-sensor light, which had timed out, failed to detect any movement.
"Phew, haa..."
For several minutes, we took turns sucking on each other's lips, drinking each other in.
Min Hayun was the first to gently push my shoulder back with her balled fist.
Instantly, the emergency stairwell flickered back to life with a bright pop.
"Haa... Our Yujun is so good at this...?"
Her face flushed crimson, Min Hayun smiled with glistening lips, her thumb caressing my cheek.
"......"
I had only acted out of sheer bewilderment, driven by male instinct, and because the pitch-black darkness left me with little choice.
Now that I was facing Min Hayun's face again, the memories of what we had just done were instantly washed over with intense embarrassment.
"So—"
"Our Yujun..."
Just as I was about to apologize and say I hadn't meant to do that, Min Hayun slid her thumb down from my cheek to my lips, as if telling me to be quiet.
"Now we have to do... the tongue thing...?"
"......?"
Once again, there was no time to answer. To be precise, I didn't have the presence of mind to do so.
With her tongue poking halfway out, Min Hayun leaned down and tilted her head toward me once more.
I need to stop this now.
I definitely thought that.
Slide—
Min Hayun's tongue slipped between my closed lips. It was a gentle, completely unforced, and non-aggressive movement.
Yet, for some reason, my lips parted again without the slightest resistance.
Gasp—
Suck, slurp—
The hot breath Min Hayun exhaled flooded my mouth. At the same time, my perception of temperature began to blur.
The chilly air of the stairwell brushed against my skin, while Min Hayun's feverish warmth pressed against my chest. And now, at my lips, something even hotter was making itself felt.
"........."
One of Min Hayun's arms, which had been wrapped around my neck, pulled away. Her hand lightly tapped my collarbone as it slid down, heading straight for my chest.
Slide, rub—
".........!"
Just like before, when she had looked at me with half-lidded eyes and caressed my face, Min Hayun slowly began to rub a certain spot on my chest with her thumb.
At the same time, her left arm, which had been clinging to me, dropped. Her hand wrapped around the back of mine, slowly pulling me toward her.
Squish.
A soft, yielding sensation filled my palm. Min Hayun pulled my hand and placed it over her breast. I tried to pull back with a bit of force, thinking of my bare minimum of decency, but...
"Touch me—"
Still pressing her lips to mine, Min Hayun whispered against my mouth, her lips moving subtly.
That single request rendered me utterly helpless.
In the end, our flesh met again, and my fingers curled instinctively. From then on, my body moved without any need for conscious thought.
Squeeze, squeeze—
As her crisp shirt wrinkled under my palm, the vivid sensation of Min Hayun's hidden breast was transmitted directly to my hand.
From the texture of her bra's lace to the unpadded, raw softness felt through the slightly rough fabric.
"Haa... Hngh..."
With every squeeze, Min Hayun's breathing grew shallower and faster.
She gripped my T-shirt with the hand that had been caressing my chest, while her other hand tangled in and messed up my hair.
Just then, with a light thud, Min Hayun gave her hips a subtle thrust.
"......!"
A sharp, electric jolt between my thighs snapped me back to reality.
"...Min Hayun, wait a second." Slide.
"Haa... Mmm... More..."
"...No. This isn't right."
I hurriedly tried to stand up, but Min Hayun leaned her full weight into me, sinking down even deeper.
"You can't go! You promised to stay still until I forgave you!"
"...I already apologized."
"No, you didn't! I haven't forgiven you yet. So, again—"
I pushed away Min Hayun's forehead as she leaned in with her lips puckered.
"Hey—! Who told you to treat your Noona so roughly!"
Thanks to her playful whining, the heavy, suffocating atmosphere lightened a bit.
"Hey, even so, this is..."
"Why are you acting like this now?! Don't tell me you're embarrassed—?"
Min Hayun suddenly wore a mischievous, sly grin.
"For someone who is, our Yujun was awfully active, wasn't he—?"
"......"
"The one who moved his lips first was Yujun. The one who stroked the back of my head first was Yujun. I only told you to stick your tongue out, but the one who initiated the tongue-tangling was also Yujun."
"K-Keep it down... What if someone hears you..."
Her words made my face, which was already burning, flush even hotter.
"And just now, you sucked my lips until they were swollen, sucked on my tongue without me even asking, panted when I touched your chest, and subtly wiggled your hips. Oh, and if we're keeping track, Yujun was the one who started playing with my ears first!"
"......"
"And when I asked you to touch my breasts, what was that? How did you know exactly where my nipples were and rub them so persistently like this, huh?!"
Min Hayun rattled it all off in a single breath, then leaned in again with a silly grin.
And looking down at me, she added:
"You liked it. Didn't you?"
"...Still, this isn't the way I pictured it."
"The way? Did you have some other fantasy? Rape play? Do you like choking and slapping? You should've just said so—"
"No. No matter how close we are as friends, doing this when we don't even have feelings for each other is just wrong."
"...What?"
I had framed it to align with her twisted common sense—implying that kissing between 'friends' was fine, but this was too much. But the moment those words left my mouth, the corners of Min Hayun's lips drooped.
"I mean, kissing between friends is... wait, is it not?"
"...Say that again."
A sudden realization hit me. Had I misunderstood the collapsed sexual values of this world? Jo Iseo and Min Hayun were similar, but in a way, they approached things differently.
"No feelings?"
But that wasn't the issue.
"...I'm not stupid. I don't mean to offend you, but I know you're just treating me like a kid."
"......"
Min Hayun, who had been glaring at me, suddenly cast her gaze downward.
"So... I don't know about you, but from my perspective, doing this kind of thing between friends is a bit..."
"It was my first kiss."
"...What?"
Min Hayun added, still staring at her fingertips:
"What we just did was my first kiss."
"No, but for a first kiss, you seemed..."
"I tried so hard not to make it obvious... If I knew you'd react like this, I would've just acted like a clumsy idiot."
With those words, Min Hayun slowly stood up from my lap.
"Feelings... I can't say I love you."
"See? That's why—"
"But that doesn't mean I hate you! I just don't know about those things! What am I supposed to do to 'like' someone? What am I supposed to think to be able to say I 'like' you...!"
Min Hayun's clenched fists trembled violently.
"Because you're a guy...! Of course you'd love sex...! So if I spread my legs first and work hard to make you feel good, then you'll like me!"
"What kind of logic is—"
She raised her voice even louder, not giving me a chance to speak.
"Once you like me first... and once I see how you change because of it... then I'll be able to tell if I like you or not...! That's why... that's why...!"
Min Hayun's eyes welled with tears again, even deeper than before. The emergency light glinted off the tears pooling beside her reddened nose.
Grab.
"...Huh...?"
I grabbed Hayun's wrist and pulled her toward me. Then, without a moment's hesitation, I laid her down.
Slipping my hand behind her back, I cradled the back of her head so her body wouldn't hit the sharp edges of the stairs.
"U-Uh...?"
Her wide, round eyes shook with confusion.
As her head tilted back toward the ceiling, a tear slid down and touched my fingertip, but there was no longer any need to feel sorry.
"The floor must be dirty. Shall we move somewhere else?"
I said, looking down at Hayun cradled in my arms. The location was far from ideal, after all.
"N-No... It's fine... Just..."
Since the least I could do at this moment was give her what she wanted, I gently lowered Hayun onto the floor at the bottom of the stairs.
Thud.
Once laid on the floor, Hayun immediately whipped her head to the side, avoiding my gaze.
"......"
I tried to cup her cheeks with one hand to turn her face back toward me, but...
"Mmph...!"
Hayun stubbornly resisted, tensing her neck and puckering her lips like a fish.
"............!"
Instead, my gaze and my hand drifted elsewhere.
As I lightly lifted her disheveled skirt, her panties came into view—soaked through, stained a deep, dark shade.
Squish—
"Hngh..."
The mere touch of my middle finger elicited a wet, squelching sound.
As I slid my finger upward, it came to a stop against a slight, shallow swelling.
"Hngh—!"
At the same time, Hayun let out a trembling moan.
"Hah...! Ah, nnh, ah—"
As I repeatedly pressed and rubbed my finger against her, Hayun curled her toes tightly.
Since keeping them on would only get in the way...
"W-Wait...!"
The moment I grabbed the waistband to pull her panties down, Hayun hurriedly caught my wrist.
"...Why? Are you embarrassed?"
"I-I'm not... embarrassed...! It's just..."
She stammered her reply, then quickly turned her head away again as if realizing we were looking each other in the eye.
"......!"
Taking that as her sign of readiness, I pulled her panties down.
A thick, sticky thread of clear arousal stretched from her core to the descending fabric, finally snapping and dripping away when the panties reached her mid-thighs.
"Hey... Yujun..."
Hayun wiggled her small feet, lifting them slightly to help me pull the underwear off. As soon as I draped them over the handrail, she called my name in a trembling voice.
"Yeah. Go ahead."
I wondered if she was going to say she was scared, or ask me to be gentle.
"Is my... pussy... ugly...?"
I couldn't believe she was asking me this of all things.
The answer she wanted was obvious, but there was no need to lie anyway.
"No."
"T-Then...? Is it pretty...?"
"Yeah."
"More than Jo Iseo's...?"
Just how many lifetimes of grudges did these two share? I wondered if that really mattered at a time like this.
"How would I know? I told you, nothing happened between me and Iseo."
"............Really...?"
Instead of answering verbally, I nodded at Hayun, who finally managed to look at me.
Slide—
At that, Hayun slowly parted her legs, which had been bent at the knees to shield her center.
"D-Don't stare too much..."
Beneath her hands lay a hairless, smooth, and adorable W-shaped mound of flesh.
Squirt—
"Ah..."
A tiny twitch. Even before I touched her, a clear fluid welled up and seeped from the thread-like slit.
"S-Sorry..."
I didn't know what she was apologizing for, but I traced my finger upward along the path of her glistening arousal.
"Ah...!"
When my finger, tracing up from her perineum, stopped between the parted folds, the wet slit naturally swallowed the tip of my middle finger halfway.
Squish—
"Hnghhhh...!!"
"Are you okay?"
I hadn't intended to rush. I had only applied a tiny bit of pressure.
Yet, as if Hayun's body was sucking me in, my finger slid all the way inside her.
"Y-Yes. I think... it feels good..."
Along with her reply, the tight pressure clamping down on my finger relaxed slightly.
Squish, squelch—
"Hngh..."
As I slowly drew my finger halfway out, Hayun let out a soft moan, seemingly adjusting to the sensation.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—
"Ah, nnh, ah—"
Fearing I might hurt her, I began to finger her at a slow, gentle pace.
As the ribbed walls of her vagina rubbed against my probing finger, Hayun whimpered in rhythm with my movements.
Watching Hayun shake her head side to side with her eyes squeezed shut, I raised my free left hand.
After wetting the tip of my thumb in her slick folds, I brought it toward her small, swollen clitoris. Tap—
"———!!"
The instant my thumb made contact, Hayun arched her hips high. She bit her lower lip, seemingly trying to stifle her cries.
"Th-There, not there...! Clit, no...!"
"You don't like it?"
At her protest, I quickly pulled my hand away.
"N-No... I said it wrong... It felt a bit weird... but I didn't say I hated it—"
Yet, even as she spoke, she kept arching her hips, trying to press her body back against my retreated hand.
"Ah——?!?!"
Seeing her reaction, I began to rub her clitoris again. Watching her response change so drastically, I sped up.
"It feels so good there...! Ah, hngh, ah...!"
Hayun's walls clamped down tighter and tighter around my finger.
Contrary to her words of pleasure, her internal muscles kept trying to push my finger out. By now, just keeping it inside was enough to stimulate her.
Splat, squish, squish—
"A-Already...? It's only a finger...!"
Before I knew it, even the hem of the skirt trapped beneath her hips was soaked with her juices.
The wet, splashing fluids were now splattering past my palm and onto my forearm.
"I-I'm gonna cum...! Really...!"
Her voice gasped for air. Her head thrashed back. Hayun's hips bucked high off the ground.
"My lower belly... it's so tight with juices...! I want to cum... Hayun wants to cum now...!"
Watching Hayun shudder and twitch, I curled my finger deep inside her. I began to rub against her swollen upper wall.
"I shouldn't...! Hayun is supposed to make Yujun feel good...!!"
Hayun shook her head frantically and grabbed my arm. Her nails dug into my skin, but I had no intention of stopping.
"S-Stop...! I can't just cum by myself...! Please...!"
"It's okay."
"N-No way...! Stop... stop...!"
I wanted to make Hayun feel even better.
Because she had bared her difficult, honest feelings to me. Because I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could be as honest with myself as she was.
I really intended to.
Creeeak.
Until Iseo opened the door.
"...What are you two doing?"