Chapter 8: The 0.1% Man and Woman
Junyoung's and Sera's breaths refused to settle for a long while. Harsh inhales, then exhales. Their chests heaved as if they'd just sprinted full-tilt. Sera was the same. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, unable to say a word for some time. She clung to him in a small, spoiled embrace.
"…."
"…."
"…cough."
Junyoung wanted to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, his voice cracked like a fool's.
"…Um."
So, as expected, it fell to Sera to break the ice.
"…That was my first time."
Even though it was obvious, the embarrassing topic made Junyoung's eyes widen.
"M-mine too…!"
He blurted out the same thing. But Sera burst into laughter. A very happy laugh.
"Ahaha, right?"
Junyoung's face flushed bright red again at her words.
"S-sorry… I… I was so clueless—"
His dick was still inside her, heaving with aftershocks. It was shrinking bit by bit now.
"…It felt good."
Junyoung stared at her blankly, speechless. Sera, still with her arms around his neck, beamed at him. Thanks to his hands supporting her thighs again, her body felt comfortably steady.
"Oh, but—"
"Eh…?"
Sera looked up at him again.
"We forgot to record it."
Oh crap. Junyoung hurriedly set Sera down. Her legs still wobbly, she gripped the railing, caught her breath, and stood on the stairs. Her legs, clad only in black stockings now, gleamed subtly under the fluorescent lights.
In the meantime, Junyoung pulled out his phone.
"P-please."
"Okay."
Sera nodded at his hesitant look.
"Hehe, you know best how to film it… considering your job."
A little joke referencing his work. Junyoung nodded with an embarrassed smile and turned on his phone. His hands trembled slightly.
The app opened to a familiar screen.
"…Whoa, 87%."
He snapped his mouth shut, as if the amazing sex they'd just had was all thanks to that number. Sera giggled from atop the stairs, but that only made it more embarrassing.
"Forget I said that…."
His face was still red, though a bit calmer now. Sera leaned on the railing with one hand, looking down at him.
"Ready?"
Junyoung glanced up and nodded. Sera quickly tidied her hair. Golden locks cascaded over her shoulders.
"……."
Junyoung's phone screen already had the camera on. Unaccustomed to filming someone's nudity, he aimed it at the floor.
"I'm good now."
"Y-yes… okay."
Soon, a soft ding echoed in the stairwell.
Sera, who prided herself on being more camera-savvy than most, still felt deeply embarrassed facing the lens with him watching. But this was something they had to do.
Sera fidgeted with her hands in front of her chest before sliding them lower to spread her pussy lips.
"Hng…."
In the cool emergency stairs, the outer lips had chilled and paled, but the warmth inside remained. Her face flushed hot as she reached deeper, pinching her flared inner labia with two fingers and spreading them wide for the lens.
Inside her hairless white pussy's pink depths, his semen lingered, not quite reaching her womb but trickling downward. Sera slipped her middle finger into the tight grip—clenching even at one finger—wetting it before pulling it out, coated thickly with their mixed fluids, and showing it off.
"Lee Junyoung-ssi’s… cum♡ I took it all so well…♡"
Ding—the app screen flipped automatically at the video.
But beyond the recording, the real erotic sight left Junyoung speechless, his erection returning. Seeing that, Sera stepped forward and took his hand in hers.
"Hey, Junyoung-ssi. Tonight… you busy?"
Junyoung blanked for a moment.
"…Huh?"
His stupid voice rose again. Sera averted her eyes briefly, ears turning red—hard to believe this was the same bold woman from moments ago in front of the lens.
"Oh, n-nothing, just…?"
Unable to finish properly, she mumbled it away. Junyoung stared blankly at her fidgeting.
"Oh… uh… yeah… I’m… off work now, nothing going on…?"
Perhaps the first flirt from a grown woman he'd ever received. As he fumbled for words, Sera lightly brushed her finger over the back of his hand.
"If… it’s okay with you."
She glanced up at him, then dropped her gaze again.
"Wanna come over to my place for dinner?"
Junyoung's eyes widened a bit.
"If it’s inconvenient, no worries, but I kinda avoid crowded places…."
Sera let go of his hand and gripped the railing awkwardly. As his reply dragged, no woman eager to treat him to something delicious would ever hesitate like this—she’d never made an offer like it before.
With her looks and charm, she must get hit on, flirted with, confessed to constantly.
"It’s not far."
She added softly.
"…I have a car too."
Junyoung's mind went blank for a split second. In less than a second, filthy fantasies filled his head: ravishing her in the car.
"A car…."
"Yeah."
Sera nodded, brushing her hair behind her ear. The well-groomed golden strands shimmered softly under the fluorescents.
"…Ah."
Junyoung's throat bobbed heavily. Sera released the railing and stepped down one stair. Her stocking-clad leg planted obediently. Now looking up at him with pitiful, round kitten eyes, he had no chance of resisting.
Bank PIN? Organs? None of it mattered.
"Y-yes, such an honor to be invited… no, a blessing. Uh, what do you say? Thank you…."
His head spun.
"Mhm, glad~"
Genuinely pleased and pure-hearted, she hugged his chest tight. The afterthought had come from fearing she might never see him again—she wanted more of him now. Exchanging numbers hadn’t even crossed her mind, but luckily, this secured him firmer.
Sera buried her face in his chest, nuzzling happily, reveling in the thrilled mood.
"Junyoung-ssi, let’s go—tell me if there’s anything you can’t eat."
Even post-sex with her clinging, Junyoung couldn’t believe it—his arms hovered awkwardly in the air.
"I-I’m fine… I eat everything… no allergies, organs healthy too."
His mouth ran on autopilot, but his mind raced.
Can I hug her back?
Finally, very cautiously and awkwardly, his hands encircled her back lightly. Sera nuzzled harder, delighted.
"Hee…."
She rubbed her cheek once, twice.
Soon, they dressed in their scattered clothes and pushed open the stair door. A short corridor with emergency lights led to the elevator down to the underground parking.
Ding—the doors opened.
They stepped in; the doors closed, bringing brief silence. Junyoung stood staring at the wall, while Sera peeked at him from the side. His face was still red. Had been since earlier.
She found it cutely endearing, her lips curving up.
The doors to the underground lot opened, and Sera led the way.
"This way."
Junyoung followed. And a thought struck him.
No way, Yoon Sera-ssi. Could she be that… Yoon Sera?
Even he, uninterested in celebs or influencers, had likely heard of that face and name. At first sight, he'd thought her an angel descended to earth—but really? The famous Contribution Goddess?
A few seconds of walking side-by-side under the lot lights, and Sera stopped at a car. A sleek, low-slung blue sports car.
Junyoung let out a small gasp.
"…Wow."
Even if she chose car over house, a civil servant's salary couldn't buy this in a lifetime.
Sera raised her key fob and hit the button—beep—doors unlocked.
"Junyoung-ssi."
She smiled.
"Hop in."
Junyoung nodded blankly. At this point, he could've called her noona.
"Ah, yes. Excuse me."
The fool who'd skipped her profile brushed off his shoes carefully and slid in. The premium leather seat cradled him softly.
…Whoa.
Amazed by the fantastic ride, he gently pulled the door shut. Sera was already in the passenger seat. A sweet, soft vanilla scent—like her—wafted subtly.
She gazed at him smiling, then leaned over before words could form, buckling his seatbelt for him.
"Always wanted to try this, hehe."
Junyoung had held his breath since she crossed his body.
"…Ah. Thank you."
Her neckline was right there; a glance down showed her smooth collarbone.
She tugged the belt once more casually, fixed it, and settled back.
Then, smiling, she said,
"A lot happened to you today, huh, Junyoung-ssi? But you're off work and got everything done right—so while I kidnap you, just think about what we'll eat."
Encouragement from Sera, who saw no worries on his naturally aggrieved face.
The engine rumbled low, and the blue sports car glided quietly forward. As they exited the lot via the ramp, Junyoung chatted a bit, then stared blankly out the window. He was just marveling at riding in this car with a woman named Yoon Sera—something he'd never dream of in a lifetime.