Will You Play My First Love?
"Your voice is truly beautiful, Jihyun."
I cleared my throat under my breath, quietly winding up to unleash my creative genius. Sipping at her beer, Jihyun just giggled and giggled at my endless stream of compliments.
"Team Manager, come on, that's enough. Keep flattering me like that and even I'll start catching on that you're lying."
"Aw, if it were a lie I'd have quit after the first line. Why else would I keep this up? Honestly, with a voice like yours, Jihyun... I bet you'd sing that one song beautifully too..."
I let the last words trail off into my beer. And sure enough, Jihyun pounced on the bait.
"Which song?"
"Hm? Oh... nothing."
"Aww, come on~ which song?"
When I stalled, she fixed me with a look that said she'd die of curiosity if I didn't spill it. Heh heh. An old trick, maybe... but yes! Hook, line, and sinker!
Wearing the most sheepish expression I could manage, I said, "The theme song from Ghost."
"Ah... that one? But isn't that a man's song?"
"Normally, yes. But back in college, I once heard a woman sing it, and... it was so achingly beautiful. How should I put it... it was enough to make my very soul fall in love."
"Aha... so that's your play? Pretty juvenile for something you call 'creativity,' no? Kukuku."
The Genie had peeled back my intentions and was sneering at them.
Tch, shut it. Where women are concerned, juvenile is exactly what works.
"Kukuku. So the gynophobia vanishes with three women, and now you fancy yourself a doctor of romance? Well... fine. Go on, show me what you've got."
"Ahh... I see," Jihyun murmured, nodding as though that explained everything. Then a mischievous gleam crept into her eyes, and she leaned toward me again.
"Was she, by any chance... your first love, Team Manager?"
Yes! She'd swallowed the hook completely!
I forced a bittersweet smile and gave the smallest of nods.
"What kind of woman was she?" Jihyun asked, unable to hold back her curiosity.
"Hmm... would it be too cliché to say she had the face of an angel? That's how she looked to me, all the same. She was a wonderful person and... well, like every first love, it didn't end well."
I delivered it all with just the right expression of a man lost in a fond, painful memory — good enough that I might actually have had a future in acting.
Resting her chin on her hand, Jihyun gazed at me as though she understood every word of it.
"Well then... shall I sing it for you?"
"Hm? You, Jihyun?"
"Yes. For a Team Manager who can't forget his first love."
"Then... could I ask that much of you?"
I said it still playing the shy gentleman, and Eunmi soon had the remote in hand, searching for the song and punching in the reservation.
Before long the karaoke room lights dimmed, and the intro began to pour from the speakers.
As it played, Jihyun rose from her seat as if she had genuinely become a singer, took her place in front of the table, and began to sing.
"Here you go — for the Team Manager's first love."
With those words, her eyes on me, she lifted the first line of the song.
Good. For the moment, everything was flowing exactly as I'd planned. The real problem began now.
Praying my hypothesis would hold — that once Jihyun let herself drown in the mood, things would truly spiral beyond anyone's control — I quietly rose from my seat.
Then I moved in behind her where she stood before the table.
Standing at her back, I felt myself swallow, hard.
Because if... if my hypothesis was wrong, everything I was about to do would become outright molestation — nothing more, and nothing less.
Argh, whatever! If she cried assault, I'd just beg the Genie to wipe her memory, wouldn't I?
With my mind made up, I gently drew her into my arms from behind.
I slipped my arms under hers and locked them around her waist.
Jihyun faltered mid-song.
"Gayoon-sunbae... I love you..."
Just as I'd rehearsed it, I whispered quietly into her ear and buried my face in the nape of her neck.
It startled even me that Han Gayoon's name had slipped from my mouth again — but what mattered right now was devouring Jihyun.
Startled as she'd been by my sudden move, the words themselves loosened something in her, and she let me be.
Right now, Jihyun must believe I was mistaking her — singing this song before me — for my first love, Gayoon-noona.
Any ordinary woman, whatever the moment meant to her, would have shaken my hands off and told me to stop. But Jihyun, precisely as my hypothesis predicted, was constitutionally incapable of anything less than total emotional immersion.
And the proof: instead of pushing me away, she lowered her free hand — the one without the microphone — and began stroking mine, gently, exactly the way it happened in Ghost.
"Kukuku. The world truly is wide, and its people endlessly varied. Could you ever have imagined a woman like this existed?"
Kukuku. That's right — I couldn't agree with you more. Things were falling into place even more easily than I'd hoped.
I laced my left hand through Jihyun's left so that hers lay beneath mine, and rested our joined hands on the soft curve of her belly.
Jihyun was as slender as she looked; the dip of her waist and the flat of her stomach filled my palm completely.
My right hand stroked softly along her waist as I pressed my groin against her ass.
She was so petite that I had to spread my legs a little to line myself up with her hips; as I ground my crotch against that little behind, my cock slowly began to swell.
Whether Jihyun knew what I was doing or not, her eyes had fallen closed by now, and she sang on, drinking in my touch as though she really had become Gayoon-noona, my first love.
"Haah... sunbae... I love you..."
I buried my nose in her hair and whispered into her ear, sweet and secretive.
Did I truly love Gayoon-noona?
Maybe once. Not anymore. Even now, the mere thought of her set my hands and feet trembling, that day's fury and despair welling right back up.
But none of that mattered now.
Nam Jihyun!
Taming this woman came first. Making her moan beneath my cock — that was the one and only goal.
And for that, I would spill any sweet lie in the world.
"I love you... sunbae..."
And while my mouth worked the devil's whisper, my hand did not stop at her waist — it wandered upward, toward her chest.
Jihyun's breast settled perfectly into my palm.
Over her dress I caressed it, feather-soft, the way one might touch cotton candy — gently enough that she would only half notice.
"Haah......"
Mid-song, a breathy, nasal note began threading into Jihyun's voice.
She was drunk on the song, drunk on a past of mine she knew nothing about, drunk on what she'd watched Eunmi and me do earlier, and drunk now on my caress — and with every passing moment her reason was slipping a little further away.
My right hand stroking her breast, my left clasping her hand tight, my mouth murmuring the sweet nothings of a first love into her ear while my cock rubbed against her ass — this moment!
Before long, Jihyun would spread her legs for me too.
"Mmnh..."
With her moan, the microphone slipped loose from her fingers. Gradually, the music faded as well.
The song was over. But I didn't stop my caresses.
From beyond our door, the songs of neighboring rooms drifted in like noise.
My hands never stopped ravishing Jihyun.
Instead, I threw out even cruder words, putting more and more force into my touch.
"Jihyun... I've wanted to do this to you every time I looked at you. You know that? You're so damn attractive."
At some point I had stopped calling her Gayoon-noona and started calling her by her own name. But by then the border between reality and fantasy had already dissolved for Jihyun.
The breasts I could feel through her dress and bra were a fine size for such a delicate frame. She didn't have Eunmi's overwhelming abundance, but she was more than enough to please the eye.
Kneading her breast through the dress, I slowly worked my fingers into the loosened gap between the bra and her skin.
The hardened point of Jihyun's nipple met my fingertips.
I flicked the stiff little bud with the tip of my finger.
"Mmnh... ah... T-Team Manager..."
She pressed her body back into mine and called for me, desperate and wanting.
Ba-ba-ra-ra-bbaang-bbaang-bbaaang~~
But that was the end of it.
"Waah~ Did everyone have a wonderful time today? Thank you for visiting Just One Verse Karaoke!"
Our time had run out without my even noticing.
Damn it! If I'd known this would happen, I'd have extended the session when I had the chance!
The machine's blaring jingle seemed to pull Jihyun halfway back to her senses; she let out a ragged breath, opened her eyes, and looked around in a daze.
The haze in her eyes seemed, little by little, to be returning to reality.
Damn it...
Still, I couldn't let it end here!
"Jihyun, let's go!"
Gripping her left hand tight, scooping her handbag and my bag off the sofa, I strode out of the karaoke room with long, decisive steps.
I had to see this through to the end — before this hypnotic stroke of luck wore off.