55. Their Plan
Watching Yeongho's uncertain expression, Suhee nearly burst out laughing herself.
She could tell his head was full of dirty thoughts, but the way he hesitated the moment she offered even the slightest pushback was hilarious.
Trashy, sure—but somehow not completely trash?
After that, Suhee and Heeju, having gotten a taste for it, took turns teasing him whenever they caught his eye. Every time Yeongho came near, they would lean into him just enough, brush against him as if by accident, or boldly touch him with their hands. And when he finally couldn't take it and reached back, they would offer those little half-refusals—just enough to keep him dangling.
God, I'm going crazy. What is with these two?
They were clearly flirting, yet every time things edged toward something decisive they shoved him off again, and the push-and-pull only made Yeongho hungrier.
"All right, then—you've got free time for whatever's left of the lesson."
It was only a one-day class anyway; there was no real way to teach advanced technique. Basic balance work and thrashing around in the water was about the extent of it. While Yeongho had been locked in that little war of nerves with Suhee and Heeju, the lesson proper had wrapped up, and free practice was all that remained.
His last job was to watch over the students as they tried standing up on their boards in the shallows and mimed the motions of surfing. And free time, conveniently enough, was also when skinship got a whole lot easier to pull off out in the open.
Yeongho glanced toward Suhee and Heeju again. Things were still ambiguous—but what really mattered was tonight. Somehow he had to arrange an after-party, or at least lock down a promise to meet them at whatever drinking spot opened up after dark.
"Yo, Yeongho. How'd it go?"
"Huh? Oh—hyung. Uh…"
Seungun had come over. His own group of students looked about finished too. He tugged Yeongho a short distance away and spoke fast.
"Well? I'm asking how it went. My side was a total dead end."
"Tsk… It's kind of up in the air…"
Under Seungun's prodding, Yeongho laid out everything so far. Subtle touching had been baseline with both of them, so reading the results alone made the outlook pretty clear.
"Yeah? Then isn't that a yes?"
"But something about it feels a little…"
"Come on, is this your first time? Just ask them out for drinks later. Hurry up."
"Ugh…"
At Seungun's nagging, Yeongho reluctantly started back toward the students. He didn't want to walk away empty-handed either. Still—how was he supposed to read those two? They didn't exactly feel like easy marks. He'd thought maybe Suhee's overwhelming looks were throwing him off, but there was something about her that felt hard to approach casually. Easy and loose on the surface, and somehow difficult underneath. That was attractive in its own way, sure. The problem was that "not easy" part.
"Suhee. He's coming."
"Yeah? Want to do the talking this time?"
"Should I?"
Watching Yeongho and Seungun huddle and whisper, the two women put their heads together. Their goal wasn't all that different from the guys' anyway, so this time they decided to throw them a bone. Those dark tans and solid-looking bodies had been pretty easy on the eyes.
"Um, Teacher?"
"Ah—yes."
The second Heeju raised her hand and called, Yeongho hurried over like he'd been waiting for it.
Splash.
Shallow seawater slapped and kicked up droplets around his legs.
"Could you maybe hold me steady? I want to practice, but I'm scared."
"Of course. I'll help you."
"You'll have to hold on tight, okay?"
"Don't worry."
Heeju deliberately asked him to grip her hard. Yeongho beamed and closed the distance. From farther out, color rose in Seungun's face as he watched.
"What part's giving you trouble?"
"When I try to push up from lying down, I feel like I'm going to flip over…"
"All right, then let me give you a hand."
Yeongho locked his hands firmly around Heeju's waist as she lay prone on the surfboard. The waist in his grip felt pliant and almost breakable. It was nothing like a man's body—soft, feminine, and the sensation rolled through him. Every time Heeju shifted, that wave of movement traveled straight into his palms.
"Ah—hold me."
"I've got you. Want to try standing?"
His hands clenched at the ambiguous line between her hips and waist.
"Nngh… aah… ah."
As if she'd been waiting for it, Heeju let out a soft little sound that was almost a moan.
Fuck, that is seriously hot. She's not bad either.
Not quite Suhee's level, but still plenty good, Yeongho thought, pressing himself closer. Heeju's swaying had dropped his hands low enough that he was practically holding her ass—and this time she didn't push him off.
"Tighter. I feel like I'm going to fall."
"You're doing great. Easy now…"
Trying to steady her constant rocking, the two of them stuck so close that anyone watching would have found it a little embarrassing.
"Heeju, look—they're overthinking it."
Cleanup after the lesson. Whatever opening Heeju had given them seemed to have landed; Yeongho and Seungun kept circling Suhee and Heeju like men with something they urgently needed to say. Even while sorting the gear other students were returning, they kept glancing over, clearly anxious the two women might simply leave.
"Hey. You go this time."
"Me?"
"Yeah. If you ask, Suhee, they'll fold instantly."
"Hmm…"
"Hurry. You'd be disappointed otherwise, right?"
"Well… yeah, kind of."
The two men had peeled their wetsuits halfway down while packing up equipment, and their muscled frames were definitely worth a look. The deep tans didn't hurt either.
Suhee, wetsuit off and left in nothing but her soaked rash guard, walked over to them.
"Um, where should I put this?"
Holding out a wetsuit still dripping water, she spoke—and both men's eyes snapped to her and stuck.
The wet rash guard. It clung to her body like a second skin. Fabric that tight should have shown even a slight belly if there'd been one; there wasn't. Pretty, full breasts that made a man swallow hard, a narrow waist, wide hips, and long, straight legs—the curves they made stole every coherent thought.
"Excuse me?"
"Ah—yes."
"H-here, give it to me."
The men, who'd been staring blankly at Suhee's wet body, finally snapped back at the sound of her voice. Seungun took the wetsuit from her and snuck another look.
"Oh, and I wanted to ask something."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Are there any good restaurants or fun places nearby? We're heading back tomorrow, so…"
The second Seungun heard that, he jabbed Yeongho in the ribs with his elbow. Opportunity knocking—grab it. Yeongho had already been thinking the same thing. This was basically the last chance, and it had rolled right up to them. No way he was letting it go.
"Oh, we know the area cold. We live here, after all."
"Really? Could you recommend a few places?"
"Hmm… Actually, why don't you wait a bit and come with us? We can grab dinner and, you know…"
"Would that be all right? I don't want to put you out…"
Seungun jumped in at once.
"Put us out? We'd love it."
A little too much of the truth had slipped out, but Suhee decided to pretend she hadn't noticed.
"Then—would it be okay if my friend and I tagged along?"
"Of course."
"Absolutely."
Somewhere in the back of their minds they thought things were going almost too smoothly, but Yeongho and Seungun had no room left to find it strange. They didn't want to find it strange. The moment they'd seen Suhee's body in that clinging wet rash guard, normal thinking had shut off; they were running on pure lust.
"Hyung. You know, right?"
"Know what."
"That one's mine."
Yeongho tipped his chin toward Suhee.
"Tch…"
"Hey, we promised."
"Fine, fine. Whatever."
It stung, but Seungun decided to swallow it for now. As long as the night went well, who cared.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The two men led Suhee and Heeju into a club where the bass shook the floor. They'd lured plenty of women before, and a place this chaotic was always best. The deafening music meant you had to sit pressed close and whisper just to talk—another plus.
"Wow, they even have spots like this out here."
"Right?"
"Of course. This place is the hottest thing going right now."
Suhee and Heeju followed the excited men inside. They'd changed into something bold, and every male gaze in the club swung toward them.
"Dude. We are closing this. No excuses."
"Obviously. Holy shit, look at them."
Under the dark club lights they looked even more unreal. Part of Yeongho wanted to skip straight to a motel, but he figured they should get a little drunk first and put in a word with a staffer he knew.
Yeongho sat beside Suhee; Seungun beside Heeju. Yeongho's eyes drifted lower.
Gulp.
He hadn't touched a drop yet and his throat already burned. Right there, close enough to touch—the line of Suhee's cleavage through that daring top, thighs that looked ready to burst the fabric. And how could skin smell that sweet?
Feeling Yeongho's gaze rake over every inch of her, Suhee rested one hand on his knee as if she weren't even thinking about it.
Yeah. This is happening.
That little move sent Yeongho's mood soaring. The certainty that he was about to fuck this woman had his cock already starting to stir. The wetsuit had hidden everything, but now even a slight swell would show—and if it did, he had no intention of hiding it. He was quietly confident about his size, and years as a surf instructor had left him just as sure about his body. At this distance, success felt guaranteed.
"All right—cheers. Really glad we ran into each other like this."
The four of them split the bottle of whiskey the staffer brought over and lightly clinked glasses.
"Nngh…"
"You drunk, Suhee?"
"N-no."
Her words already going soft, Suhee leaned lightly into Yeongho. The heavy weight of her breasts pressed and shifted against him. It was deliberate. She was nowhere near drunk enough for this—but neither man had the presence of mind left to notice.
"Oh, really?"
Heeju, too, with her speech a little loose, was practically draped over Seungun as they talked. Two women each pressing in with their bodies, letting themselves look undone—Yeongho and Seungun had nothing left to hold them back.