Companion 5
After finishing my shower and feeling much lighter, I opened the door to my room—and froze right where I stood.
Nam Jin-ju was there.
“You’re back, Oppa?”
She sat demurely on my bed, smiling up at me as if she had been waiting the whole time. She looked freshly showered, dressed in clean training clothes, and a fragrant shampoo scent seemed to drift from her hair.
I stood there blankly, managing only a stupid “Uh… uh? Why are you here?” How she had gotten into my room, why she had come—my mind went completely white, empty of any thought.
She gave a small laugh at the sight of me. Then she slipped down from the bed and came toward me. Quietly, she closed the door behind my back. The soft click of the latch made my heart drop.
“Sit down first.”
She took my hand and led me to the bed. Her hand was small and warm. As if entranced, I followed where she guided me and sat on the edge of the mattress. She plopped down right beside me. The narrow bed tilted slightly under our combined weight, and our shoulders brushed.
The strange atmosphere of the past few days, the things that had happened at the breakfast table that morning—I could vaguely guess why Nam Jin-ju had come to my room. I asked her one last time, as if confirming it.
“Jin-ju… there’s still time, so… don’t rush. You can think it over more and come back later. You don’t have to force yourself. Really.”
But Nam Jin-ju only shook her head. She looked up at me steadily and spoke.
“Oppa and Yeong-ju Unni, do you know you say the exact same things? Yeong-ju Unni told me the same thing earlier. That I don’t have to force myself.”
She smiled brightly as she continued.
“I’m fine. Because I’m not forcing myself. Just… right now, I simply came to the room of the Oppa I like.”
With that, she stood, took hold of the hem of her training top, and slowly began to pull it upward.
I floundered in the face of this unreal situation. The more of her white skin was revealed, the more I fidgeted, not knowing where to put my eyes.
Once the top was completely off, leaving only a simple black bra, Nam Jin-ju looked at my panicking face and laughed playfully.
“Oppa, turn the lights off first~ It’s too bright. I’m embarrassed.”
At her words I sprang up almost like a coiled spring and hit the wall switch, killing the ceiling light. Only the soft glow from the small bedside lamp remained, illuminating the two of us.
When I turned back, Nam Jin-ju was already sitting on the bed again, removing her pants. She tossed the discarded top and bottoms onto the desk chair, draping them neatly.
And at last I properly faced her.
Nam Jin-ju, sitting demurely on my bed in nothing but her underwear. Under the gentle light, her bare white shoulders, her slender waist, and the curves that still held a touch of girlishness. A fresh, pure charm different from Yang Jin-ju or Yeong-ju.
I swallowed hard without meaning to. Her courage was shaking the last remaining thread of my reason.
I stared blankly at Nam Jin-ju sitting there in her underwear. Her very presence seemed to have changed every particle of air in the narrow room. Clinging to that final thread of reason, I asked her once more.
“Jin-ju… are you really okay? If you’re forcing yourself, even now…”
Instead of answering my worried words, Nam Jin-ju slowly nodded at me with an utterly firm expression. That small motion held all her courage and resolve. Any further questions would have been an insult to her sincerity.
With trembling hands I lifted her small body. She was far lighter and warmer than I had expected. As carefully as if handling a fragile glass ornament, I laid her down on the bed.
“Will you take the rest off for me?”
Then I began peeling away the last scraps of fabric still covering her, one by one.
Every time my fingertips brushed her soft skin, Jin-ju’s body gave a fine, shivering tremble.
A body that had only just shed its girlishness—fresh yet beautiful. Small but perky breasts, and a waist so slender it looked as if one hand could encircle it.
“You’re beautiful…”
“Oh, come on! You’re too much.”
I paused for a moment, taking the sight in, and Nam Jin-ju, embarrassed by my blatant gaze, flushed and lightly tugged the edge of the blanket over herself. The gesture was so lovely I smiled without realizing it.
I carefully leaned over her. Instead of claiming her lips, I left light kisses along her shoulders and collarbone.
“Heut…”
A small, ticklish moan slipped from her mouth. Finding her reaction adorable, I began leaving my marks all over her body. I took one of her small, perky breasts into my mouth and gently teased it with the tip of my tongue. Her body arched slightly as she clutched my hair.
“It tickles…”
I found her lips and shared a deep, soft kiss. After the long kiss ended, she suddenly pushed me away, slipped off the bed, and knelt in front of me.
“Wait a moment.”
“Jin-ju…?”
She looked up at me with a flushed face. Then, with clumsy but courageous hands, she wrapped around me.
I surrendered for a while to the ticklish pleasure of her small hands moving. Before I knew it her little lips parted, and a hot, soft sensation enveloped me.
“Ugh.”
She was clumsy. Whenever her teeth lightly grazed me she would flinch in surprise herself, and sometimes she would choke and cough as if she couldn’t breathe.
But the heart that wanted only to please me excited me more than any skill ever could. I gently stroked her hair and gave myself over to her awkward service. As the pleasure climbed higher, the thought that I could not pour everything into this pure girl made me gently stop her.
“Jin-ju, that’s enough now…”
Jin-ju looked up at me with a truly puzzled expression.
“Huh? I have to go all the way, don’t I?”
Her innocent question left me speechless for a moment. I tried to draw her back onto the bed.
“Come here, Jin-ju. Now…”
But she shook off my hand and shook her head.
“Just a moment! Not yet!”
She spoke firmly, like a student who had not yet finished an important assignment. Then she knelt in front of me again, looking up with a far bolder gaze than before.
“I’ll try one more time!”
She took me into her mouth once more. This time there was no hesitation.
I could no longer stop her. I surrendered completely to the clumsy yet utterly sincere pleasure she gave me.
Soon I cradled her head and, unable to hold back any longer, poured myself into her mouth.
Jin-ju’s eyes went round with surprise as she looked up at me. Then she closed them tightly, and the small gulping sound of her swallowing me rang out clearly in the quiet room.
That sound sent a fierce rush of excitement through me, as if every drop of blood in my body had reversed course.
Nam Jin-ju stayed like that for a moment, still holding me in her mouth while she caught her breath in short gasps. Her face was completely flushed, red as if it might burst.
She lightly rubbed her heated cheeks with the back of her hand, as if embarrassed.
Then, slowly, she pulled her mouth away. Her lips glistened wetly.
“Hwaa…”
I lifted her up, laid her down, spread her legs, and aligned my already burning self against her entrance.
“…Are you okay?”
When I asked, she only nodded, looking at me with tear-bright eyes that still held a trace of fear.
I entered her slowly. The pleasure that came with the resistance of that narrow, hot place made my whole body feel as if it were melting.
“Ah… uuh!”
A moan mixed with pain and pleasure burst from her lips. I stopped moving and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
A little later she wrapped her arms around my waist as if to say she was all right.
“…Please move.”
I carefully began to move my hips again. At first it was clumsy and awkward, but gradually we found each other’s rhythm and became one. Her inside was hot, and the way she tightened around me was pure ecstasy.
Rough breathing and the desperate voices calling each other’s names filled the narrow room. She was no longer shy.
“Ah… Oppa, more! Heuk! It feels good!”
Instead she craved me even more, offering me everything she was. I gripped her waist and pushed deeper.
Her body arched back as a sharp moan tore from her throat. The sight drove me wilder still, and I claimed her more fiercely.
After the storm had passed, I laid my exhausted body beside her. She rested her head on my arm, breathing hard. When I gently brushed her sweat-damp hair aside, she buried her face against my chest as if satisfied.
A moment of comfortable silence. Then she asked in a very small voice.
“Oppa… were you satisfied?”
At that pure question I chuckled and pulled her tightly into my arms.
“Of course.”
My answer seemed to put her at ease.
“I… think I was satisfied too….”
She said it, then seemed to grow embarrassed by her own words. She pulled the blanket up over her mouth so that only her eyes peeked out at me.
“…But even though I was satisfied… I want to do more.”
Her honest, bold confession. At that single sentence my body, which had been exhausted only moments before, began to respond again as if the fatigue had been a lie.
I felt myself growing hot and hard once more beneath the blanket.
“Huh?”
Her eyes went round as she felt the change in me. Carefully she slipped a hand under the covers and confirmed that I had grown large again.
“Oh! Oh? Wow!”
She let out genuine sounds of amazement. Then she poked her head out from under the blanket just a little and looked at me with a far more seductive, bolder gaze than before, whispering,
“Oppa, this… can we do it again?”
“As many times as you want!”