Stay Still
I stayed perfectly still.
The sweltering late-June afternoon baked the asphalt as I finally met Na-yeon again. I pulled up near our meeting spot and waited a moment. From far off, she approached, mask firmly in place, eyes scanning everything around her. Her simple white T-shirt and near-black skirt looked plain, yet that very simplicity only made her fresh eighteen-year-old freshness stand out even more.
I stepped out of the car and walked toward her. She lifted her gaze, offered a slightly awkward smile. Her face after a week apart looked a little gaunt, probably from the exhaustion of exam week, with faint dark circles beneath her eyes.
“How have you been? You look tired, maybe because of the exams.”
“Ah… yes. Did you take care of yourself, too?”
The conversation felt a little awkward after so long.
“Yeah… What do you want to eat?”
“My stomach isn’t too hungry, so maybe we can just grab a sandwich or something?”
We hurried inside the nearest café to escape the sun. The place was quiet since pandemic rules were still strict. We claimed a corner table, removed our masks, and ordered iced Americano and a sandwich. Once the boyish face hidden behind the mask was fully revealed, a strange tension immediately settled between us again.
“What are you going to do during the break? Any plans?”
“I’m going back to my parents’ house in Seoul and helping out at my aunt’s shop for a bit. Maybe even visiting some friends for a short trip… What about you? No special plans?”
“I’m not sure yet. I have a few business trips coming up, at least.”
Na-yeon crunched her sandwich while pulling a laptop from her bag. The bag she’d been clutching all morning, face twisted in distress over some strange window that had appeared, now also held a perfectly intact iPad for online lectures. I could see through her flimsy excuse to meet me, but I still gave her a gentle smile and pretended to check the laptop.
“It looks worse than I expected. Precision tests and system removal will take a while.”
I casually opened and closed various program windows while we ate our sandwiches and coffee, stalling for time. Eventually, I looked at her with a serious expression and made my next suggestion.
“If we stay here, you won’t be able to study for Monday’s exam. Like last time, how about we go to a quiet place where no one will notice? You can finish studying comfortably, and I’ll take care of everything from the side. Nothing bad will happen, so don’t worry.”
It was a ridiculous suggestion, but she had the same intention, I suspected. Na-yeon hesitated for a moment, then finally accepted my caring pretense. We left the café and drove again, turning the wheel toward a quiet hotel room on the outskirts where the eyes of others were completely blocked.
The room was cool with the air conditioner’s gentle breeze. Inside the silence that cut off all outside noise, Na-yeon climbed onto the bed, lay face-down, and turned on the iPad. Dense major-text files filled the screen, and she moved her pencil, trying desperately to concentrate.
I set up the laptop on the desk, opened a completely unnecessary command-shell window, and executed the inspection program. Once I confirmed the English text scrolling regularly across the screen, I pulled my chair over to the edge of the bed.
“There are so many things to memorize. Understand?”
With casual words, I leaned in close to her. Between the narrowing space, the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the peach-candy perfume drifted up, tickling my nose. Her fresh scent almost made my head spin, but I still wore the smile of a father, gently stroked her hair, and pretended to watch the screen over her shoulder.
“Stay still. You’ll be tired.”
At my words, she turned her head to look at me. Naturally, I reached out and gripped her slender ankle resting on the bed’s edge. Her body jolted at the sudden contact and stiffened with tension.
“Ah… Mister?”
“I’ve been sitting the whole time studying. I’ll rub your legs a little to help.”
I started pressing from her ankle up her calf with steady force. At first she was startled, but the careful loosening of her muscles felt surprisingly refreshing. Soon her tension melted, and her eyes returned to the iPad screen.
I slowly worked the knot out of her calf muscle, then gently pressed down again to her ankle, stretching each toe individually in a soothing massage. My expression stayed completely calm, but my excitement rose as my hands moved higher. When I brushed the soft skin behind her knee, a soft whine slipped from her lips. I walked the fine line between massage and skin contact, extending my hand along the soft inner thigh.
Teasing, kneading, hovering on the edge—my palm savored the elasticity of her thigh and pushed upward. Na-yeon’s hand holding the pencil trembled as she struggled to focus on studying. Finally, my fingertips brushed the panty line hidden beneath her thin skirt. Slowly following the smooth curve of that line, the atmosphere in the room thickened, as if it were about to explode.
At that exact moment, her smartphone on the bed began vibrating loudly, shattering the silence. Na-yeon’s eyes, unable to focus, shook as she checked the caller ID. I whispered low beside her ear, as if my lips were about to touch it.
“It’s fine. I’ll stay quiet. Just pick up. Pretend you’re studying in your apartment.”
Hesitating, she finally pressed the call button.
“Yes… I’m studying. Uh, in my room. I had a simple lunch earlier.”
The voice on the speaker was barely audible, but it was a man’s, and the tone clearly belonged to a boyfriend. Her voice, lying to the man in front of me by calling him “room,” trembled slightly.
Through the phone, the man said he would come pick her up tomorrow Sunday. The selfish attitude of a man telling a girl—about to take her last exam—how he planned to use her precious time for his own desires instead of studying made my anger surge. In that instant, black and sticky jealousy and a driving desire erupted from the deepest part of my chest.
Whether the call continued or not, my hand that had been resting on her panty line simply grabbed both ends of the fabric and yanked it tight to the center. The thin cloth tightened, exposing the unprotected white flesh of her buttocks. When I roughly squeezed the firm cheeks,
“Hmph… ugh!”
At the sudden stimulation, Na-yeon coughed like she had sand in her throat. I deliberately pressed my face into the crotch of her panties while she lay face-down, tracing the protruding, finely split seam with rough fingertips. Horrified, Na-yeon turned her head to look at me, but I stared straight into her eyes and pressed deep into that already burning place.
“Eh… no… maybe my throat is blocked, that’s why I have sand.”
Suppressing the scream she was about to release, she forced out a voice for the man on the phone. Looking at the expression mixing shame and pleasure, I fearlessly shoved my fingers roughly inside the tightly stretched white panty.
“Ah!”
Na-yeon swallowed her short cry and thrashed to pull away. She could not make a loud sound or move carelessly while still on the phone. With tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, she shook her head and begged not to be touched, but I glared at her like a hungry predator driven by jealousy. My fingers mercilessly rummaged through her already soaked secret passage.
“Tomorrow… after you finish studying… then… uhm…”
Na-yeon bit her lower lip, suppressing a moan. When I curled my fingers and stabbed her most sensitive spot over and over, the hot wet place squeezed my fingers tightly. Her pleading expression—eyes full of tears, begging me to stop—was unbearably stimulating.
I deliberately pushed my fingers deeper, using her scream as fuel. Pinning her waist as she desperately resisted, I used my other hand to grab both sides of her panties and yank them down completely.
“Kyaaah!”
Instantly, the smartphone slipped from Na-yeon’s hand onto the bed. Caught off guard by the shock of her entire lower body fully exposed while face-down, she desperately grabbed the phone again.
“Sorry… my foot got caught on the charger cord and the phone fell. I really need to focus on studying now. I’ll call you later.”
She hung up and ran, then lay face-down on the bed, panting roughly. The moment the call ended, Na-yeon’s lips were still open as if about to protest to me. Without giving her even a single excuse or complaint, I lunged forward and buried my face between her buttocks. Piercing the cool air-conditioner air, the thick, hot scent emanating from the deepest part of her body numbed my brain. I greedily licked her wet flesh like an animal.
“Ah… Mister! Wait, haa!”
Na-yeon’s protest quickly turned into a long, drawn-out moan. My tongue, heated by jealousy, shook her reason to the core and dove in. I gripped her butt cheeks with both hands and attacked her relentlessly. It no longer mattered whether she did well on the exam the day after tomorrow. Right now, the only thing that mattered was making her howl while feeling nothing but me.
Na-yeon’s waist arched like a bow, clutching the bedsheet tightly. Her protesting hand wandered blindly, now tangled in my hair. My animalistic hunger left its mark on her white skin.
Her insides, pushed to the limit, convulsed and tried to push my tongue away, only to pull it back deeper. I did not stop. The jealousy that had burned from the phone call had evolved from simple lust into a driving desire. Her short cries and rough breathing mixed with the air conditioner and filled the room.
That man on the phone would never know what his woman was being subjected to right now, and what expression she was breaking in.
