Tell Me I'm Better
I wanted to do it well.
My cock began to swell again beneath the trail of her fingers, straining as if it might burst. At last Jieun, looking as though she had steeled herself, lowered her head still further and parted her lips.
She took the tip carefully into her mouth. Her teeth grazed it now and then, or the timing slipped, so that saliva spilled from the corner of her lips—every awkward tell of a complete novice. Yet it was not rough skill that stirred the sadistic hunger buried deep inside me; it was the sight of this pretty twenty-year-old trying so desperately, so entirely obedient to my authority.
Jieun squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden fullness in her mouth, then cracked them open again to steal a glance at my face. She pulled away for a moment, lips glistening with spit as she worked them, and whispered in a voice that barely carried.
“……Is this how you do it? I really want to do it right…….”
“Haa…… Jieun, take it slow. You’re already pretty enough, and you’re doing just fine.”
My low, gentle praise seemed to embolden her. With flushed cheeks she bobbed her head more eagerly, tongue working. Her clumsy efforts soon had me hard and thick again, but I wiped the saliva and precum from the corners of her mouth, gathered her slender shoulders in my arms, and eased us both down onto the bed at an angle.
In the room still thick with the strange excitement and shock of a first time, we lay for a while without speaking, skin against skin, sharing warmth. My large hand slowly stroked the smooth line of her back and the narrow curve of her waist. Jieun nuzzled her young face against my broad chest, soaking in the quiet sense of being claimed.
“Jieun, does it still hurt a lot?”
I brushed her hair back tenderly as I asked. She burrowed deeper into my arms and murmured.
“It’s settled a little compared to before…… but it still aches, and everything down there feels heavy and uncomfortable. Even so…… when you hold me like this, I can stand it.”
Like a child who had always craved a father’s kindness, she wrapped both arms tightly around my waist, as if even the pain itself could be repaid inside my embrace. Object relations had settled perfectly into her unconscious. I patted her back while, in my mind, I began calculating the next move in this strangely twisted relationship. Uncomfortable as it was to bring up, I needed to draw a clear line where Nayeon was concerned.
“Jieun…… for now, should we keep this a secret from Nayeon?”
At my low, serious suggestion she blinked quietly. After a brief silence the corners of her mouth lifted and she nodded hard.
“Yes, that’s fine…… for the time being.”
Something complicated flickered behind her eyes. She rested her fingers on my chest and tickled lightly, then asked as if it were nothing.
“……How long have you been with Nayeon?”
“Not long. It just happened.”
My flat answer made her freeze; she bit her lip. Hurt, bitterness, and a strange sense of betrayal toward her best friend tangled across her face.
“Nayeon never really talks about her private stuff. I thought she told me everything with no secrets…….”
She trailed off, voice soft and empty, gaze dropping. The discovery that the friend she trusted most had hidden something so huge and intimate clearly shook her.
“Because of COVID her parents’ business went under and money’s been tight at home. She shared all that pain with me, told me everything about her boyfriend without holding back…… yet she left you out completely and hid it.”
The sadness at the end of her words quickly darkened into fierce rivalry and possessiveness. The fact that Nayeon had kept me secret only fed the daddy issues and the hunger that had been sleeping inside Jieun. The tenderness and security Nayeon had enjoyed—she wanted to seize them for herself, to hold them and shake them. That blind craving filled her eyes.
She threw both arms around my neck and pressed her whole body against me. Any fleeting guilt over betraying her best friend had already been crushed beneath the unchecked lack and the need to monopolize. With her face flushed she leaned to my ear and whispered in a low, aching voice.
“I want to do everything too. Everything Nayeon did with you—I want to do it all……. So tell me everything you do with her. I don’t want to lose to Nayeon.”
“Won’t that make you jealous?”
My low, teasing question made her shake her head roughly and bury herself deeper in my arms.
“I just want to make you feel good. I won’t get jealous.”
“Even if I sleep with Nayeon?”
She swallowed hard at the relentless question, then rushed on in a pleading tone, as if afraid of losing me.
“……It’ll feel weird, but if you like it there’s nothing I can do about it. Just…… tell me I tasted better than her. Okay?”
She panted and pressed her face into the side of my neck, clinging. The breath against my skin was scorching.
“Uncle, hurry…… tell me I was better than Nayeon. Or teach me and I’ll get really good at it. I’ll learn everything you tell me to…… so please…… make me completely yours.”
We’ve only known each other this long and she’s already this desperate for me? Is she really that quick to fall, or is the starvation for affection so severe that even a little warmth makes her throw her whole soul at it?
Watching this twenty-year-old freshman charge at me like a car with no brakes, trying to fill the emptiness inside her, I saw the faces of a few other girls I had known before. Sadistic conquest mixed with a strange pity in my chest. This fragile creature who had never received real love, crumbling so easily under an adult’s kindness, was trembling completely in the palm of my hand.
I gathered her slender back firmly in my large hands, as if even that precarious obsession were welcome, and spoke low and gentle.
“All right. Absolute secret from Nayeon. Don’t say a word.”
It was the perfect pact—born of the cunning rivalry that sought to soothe the hurt Nayeon had caused by claiming me instead, and of the unstable desire to monopolize me completely and fill the hollow space in her heart. With it I now held absolute justification and control, both relationships and both sets of feelings resting neatly in the palm of my hand.
By the time thick darkness had settled beyond the window and our stomachs had begun to growl, we pulled on clothes in a rough sort of way and got out of bed. We reheated the delivery food that had been left untouched on the table and the leftover chicken from the night before, and made a late dinner of it.
With the tension gone, Jieun returned to her usual bright, lively freshman self as if the tears had never happened, feeding me bites and humming under her breath. After we finished eating we went back to bed, pulled a single blanket over ourselves, and lay side by side.
She used my arm as a pillow and kept tickling my chest with her fingers while we watched a variety show on the laptop and laughed at the small things. From the outside it looked no different from any peaceful, warm evening between a close father and daughter—or any ordinary, affectionate couple.
The quiet was broken by the sharp vibration of a smartphone. The name that lit up the screen was “Nayeon.” Jieun’s hand, which had been absently stroking my thigh, went still. She lifted her head and checked my expression. I looked from the phone to her and back. She gave a small nod with a complicated look in her eyes—an unspoken signal that it was all right to answer. I put the phone to my ear and Nayeon’s fresh voice came through.
“Uncle, what were you doing?”
“Just resting at home. What about you today?”
I listened calmly while she chattered about her day. After a while her voice dropped a notch and she carefully got to the point.
“I start a part-time job next week. And…… on the weekend I was going to see my boyfriend…….”
There was clear hesitation in her tone, as if she were asking permission. Because Jieun was right beside me, listening intently, I deliberately lowered my voice and answered with deliberate indifference.
“See him and do what?”
“Just…… we planned to watch a movie.”
“Only a movie and then stop? Anything else?”
“……I don’t know.”
Her words trailed off. Beside me Jieun’s eyes sparkled as she followed every word of the conversation in real time, clearly fascinated.
“All right. We’ll talk about that later.”
I was about to end the call when Nayeon added with a shy little laugh,
“But even if I see my boyfriend nothing’s going to happen. I’m about to get my period, so I can’t do that.”
In that instant Jieun’s eyes went round. Watching her best friend casually tell a man about her menstrual cycle without any filter, her expression said, She really tells him everything, doesn’t she? Looking at her startled face, a mischievous urge rose in me—I wanted to see her reaction even more clearly.