The Man on the Phone, The Man on the Bed

"It's because of you, Sunbae."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ever since that day, I can't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stop thinking about it. The way I was in your arms… it just hits me out of nowhere. Any time. Suddenly."

Her hands clenched tight over her knees.

"I don't know what this is. I'm so confused."

The distance between them felt far smaller than it had been only moments before.

Taeseok looked down at her without a word. There was no surprise in his face, no fluster. Only a calm, almost leisurely expression, as if he had already known.

"…So. What do you want to do about it?"

The question was simple, but it pushed her somewhere she could not escape.

Mijin's breath hitched, shallow and unsteady. She opened her mouth, then stopped. Her eyes dropped to the floor, then lifted again. The hesitation was plain.

"Like that time… will you hold me? Just once more?"

The moment the words left her, she flushed and bowed her head.

Taeseok was silent for a beat. Then he answered in a low, even voice.

"Do you understand what you're asking me right now?"

"Yes…"

Mijin nodded.

"But here's the thing. Do you really think that if I hold you, your feelings will sort themselves out?"

"…I don't know. But… with my heart this tangled, I don't think I can do anything at all."

"And if you confirm it in a direction you didn't expect?"

"Either way, sorting it out matters more. Staying like this is the hardest thing to endure."

Taeseok studied her for a moment. Then, as if he had no choice, he took her hand.

The instant their palms met, Mijin felt again that strange sensation she had known the first time she held his hand.

And her mind was already translating that feeling into something simple: she liked Taeseok.

Slowly, he laid her down on the bed.

"Sunbae…"

He planted his hands on either side of her head and looked down at her from above.

"You're sure you won't regret this?"

"Yes… absolutely."

Mijin lifted both arms and wrapped them around his neck. Then she pulled, lightly but firmly, drawing his face down toward hers.

"It's strange. Just touching your body… I get weird."

She hesitated a moment, choosing her words, then went on.

"I… I think I like you, Sunbae."

Before the sentence even finished, Taeseok's mouth covered hers.

The pleasure that flooded through his kiss was something she had tasted once already—and yet it was something she could never grow used to. Her eyes flew wide, then fluttered shut.

She was a twenty-two-year-old college student. A girl, almost. Every place his fingertips found had a springy, clinging resilience that was nothing like the ripened bodies of Eunjeong or Eunsu.

Deepening the kiss, Taeseok slowly undid her blouse. Button by button, her skin came into view. White. So pale it looked as if it had barely ever known sunlight—thin enough that the faint blue of veins showed beneath her collarbone.

He swept his whole palm over that soft skin. Wherever his hand passed, Mijin's body trembled lightly beneath it. When he settled his hand over her bra, her breast pushed up elastically into his grip.

"Sunbae… haah…"

Her voice was already thick with heat.

Taeseok pressed his lips to the side of her neck and licked slowly upward. When the tip of his tongue brushed behind her ear, her hips lifted off the bed, giving the pleasure a shape. One hand kneaded her breast gently; a moment later his fingers slipped inside the bra and pinched her nipple.

"Hnnngh♡"

His other hand gathered her skirt and eased it up over her thighs. The fabric slid away to bare legs that still looked young—tender, soft. The center of her panties was already dark with wetness, as if announcing exactly how aroused she was.

So this is Jeonghun's girl…

Jeonghun—his friend, the one who always looked down on him, leaning on his family's background. The girl Jeonghun had cherished, the one he had boasted about loving, was under Taeseok's hands right now, open to his touch. The thought struck him hard and deep. Remembering that Jeonghun had offered Mijin up as a "trade" only sharpened the possessive hunger in him.

He hooked his fingers under the thin last barrier of her panties and drew them down—slowly, very slowly. Soft fabric whispered over the soft flesh of her thighs. Mijin tried to close her legs from sheer shame as her most private place was exposed, but Taeseok's hands gently parted her knees and held them open. The panties slipped past her ankles and came free.

"Haang… Sunbae… I…"

She couldn't finish. Her hands flew up to cover her face.

Pink flesh, soaked and glistening. Outer lips slightly swollen. Between them, clear wetness was already trickling out in thin threads.

"You're so pretty."

At his words she squeezed her eyes shut and clutched his shoulders hard. Her breath shook roughly.

Taeseok pushed his pants down and freed his cock, thick and fully hard. The moment the head touched the entrance of her pussy, her whole body arched up off the bed.

"Hnnngh~ Sunbae… slowly… please…"

"Mm. Tell me if it hurts."

His cock pushed into her, spreading the narrow entrance. The pressure of being filled so completely left her breathless with tension.

"Sunbae… haang… it's going in. So full… it's huge. Haaang~ Sunbae…"

Taeseok savored every reaction, teasing the head at her entrance—partly to toy with her, partly to give her body a little room to take him without force.

"You really want this, right?"

"Yes!!! Sunbae… please… put it in."

"I'm putting it in for real now."

"Haang… yes… Sunbae… come in. Please…"

His heat parted her soft flesh and drove deeper. He didn't stop; he kept pushing.

"I can't believe it… it feels like it's never going to end."

Her thighs trembled; her legs fell open wider on their own. The moment his cock filled her tight, hot pussy completely, her walls clenched hard around him in resistance. Mijin's pussy was narrow and sensitive—but inside she was astonishingly hot and wet.

Taeseok gripped her waist firmly, buried himself to the root, and held still. Looking down at her face, he whispered low.

"Feel it… this is what you wanted to confirm, isn't it?"

Mijin nodded, breathing hard and shallow.

"Yes, Sunbae… and… I already know. I like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it so much… I think I'm going crazy…"

Her voice was completely soaked in the pleasure he was giving her.

"The person I like is you, Sunbae. I… I can leave Jeonghun now."

Watching her like that, Taeseok smiled in quiet satisfaction. He put his lips right against her ear and whispered, deliberately slow, teasing.

"Now that you've confirmed it… should I pull out? Or… leave it in for one minute like last time?"

Mijin's body shuddered hard.

"You're really awful!!!"

She locked her arms around his neck and almost begged.

"Sunbae… why are you doing this to me… I… I'm really going to lose my mind…"

Taeseok eased the head of his cock almost free of her entrance.

"Sunbae… don't pull out. Really… aaang~"

He pushed back in and laughed under his breath, playful.

"Alright. This is what you want, right?"

Then he began ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to move his hips in earnest—smooth yet strong, and perfectly rhythmic. Skills he had learned from more mature women, he now used on a girl barely into her twenties.

"Aaaang…!"

Mijin's back arched like a drawn bow; a sharp cry tore out of her.

"Sunbae… I… I like it so much. So much. I must be crazy. I've never felt anything like this."

Taeseok locked both hands on her waist and drove into her from the start with a rough, rapid pace.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Every time his pelvis slammed against her soft ass, her whole body jolted and rolled.

"Haang…! Sunbae… a little gentler…! Aaa…! It's too deep…! I… I'm really… going to go crazy…!"

He bit her ear and worked his hips harder. Each deep stroke, her pussy gripped him tight and greedy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her own hips, trying to take him even deeper.

"Sunbae…! More…! I… want your… I want to be completely… your woman…!"

Her moans grew lewd and desperate. Her body had surrendered entirely to his rhythm, shaking hard with every thrust.

In that moment—

Vibration.

Mijin's phone, left on the bedside table, began to buzz. At first both of them ignored it. The call ended, then the phone vibrated again almost at once.

"Who is it…?"

Taeseok asked between rough breaths.

Mijin buried her face against his neck and answered in a pleading voice.

"I don't know… probably… Jeonghun Oppa…? Don't worry about it… I'll call him back later…"

"It bothers me."

Taeseok slowly pulled his cock out of her. The moment that thick length left her pussy, Mijin jerked her hips and let out a small cry.

"Haang…! No… don't pull out… aaang~!"

She tightened her legs around his waist, trying not to let him go. But he unhooked her legs, leaned over the side of the bed, and took the still-vibrating phone out of her bag.

The name on the screen was Jeonghun.

Taeseok stared down at it for a long time. The phone rang again.

This bastard's pretty possessive too, huh?

He huffed a quiet laugh and wrapped one hand around his own cock, still gleaming with the wetness that had spilled from her.

Mijin lay with her legs still open, breathing hard, unable to close them properly. Her pussy twitched as if missing him, thin white strands of fluid still dripping from her.

"Answer it… looks like he'll keep calling…"

"Haang… looking like this… how am I supposed to answer the phone."

"I can't focus. It bothers me too much."

He pressed the call button on the vibrating phone, switched it to speaker, and set it on the pillow right beside her face.

Mijin's eyes flew wide in shock. She shook her head urgently—but it was already too late.

Jeonghun's voice filled the room.

Mijin flinched and curled in on herself for a second—but Taeseok gripped her thighs hard and forced her legs wider. His fingers ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠began to rub slowly at her entrance. She bit down on her lip and forced her voice into something that sounded almost normal.

"Sorry… Oppa… I… wasn't feeling well… I fell asleep…"

The moment she spoke, Taeseok's fingers pressed hard against her clit. Her hips jerked; a tiny moan slipped from her throat.

"Haang~"

She clapped a hand over her mouth at once, but it was too late.

Taeseok's thumb worked busily over her clit.

"If you let on how much you like it… he'll hear."

Mijin looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to stop—Sunbae… don't… please…—while she answered into the phone.

"I'm just… tired… maybe because I'm lying down. But… what's up?"

Jeonghun's bright, excited voice came through the speaker.