Ex-Girlfriend Seong Yujin Makes Her Entrance (1)
I suddenly recalled a bit of trauma from her.
She barely gave blowjobs, but that monster with the bob cut—Seong Yujin, two years older than me (26 now)—had kept me creampied all day back when I was 20.
"Hey, aren't you gonna greet your noona when she's saying hi? And who's the girl next to you? Your girlfriend? Must be tough."
Lee Jian tilted her head slightly.
"Hello."
Yujin waved her hand.
"Hey."
"We're meeting for the first time, so why the casual talk...? Oppa, who's this?"
Jian looked up at me from below, as if demanding an explanation.
It's not like that. She's rough on the outside, but warm on the inside, maybe?
Warm? Nah, more like surprisingly fragile?
"Hey! Han Seongtae, why're you quiet? You already forget this noona's face?"
She deliberately linked arms with me in front of Jian, like she was showing off. Suddenly, I had two girls hanging off my arms.
Her boyish vibe with that short black hair. White shirt tied up to show her navel, black tank top underneath, jeans, and sneakers.
She reeked of sporty energy.
She deliberately pressed in tight, squishing her chest against me.
Squish.
Yeah. That breast texture—the reason I started loving big tits.
Mouth like a sewer, but her tits and pussy were top-tier. That's Seong Yujin.
Yujin looked up at me, not Jian, as she spoke.
"I'm Seongtae's ex! Or should I say ex fuck buddy?"
"Ah, fuck! The more I hear, the more bullshit—fuck buddy my ass."
I finally opened my mouth.
But yeah, ex-girlfriend and fuck buddy fits.
"Ah, Oppa, you mean the one from when you were 20... the all-day creampie session in your old place...?"
"Yeah. No point hiding it now... that's her." I regretted spilling that this morning.
Speak of the devil, and she shall appear...
Of all things, the real tiger shows up.
"So what brings you here?"
"What, can't I just show up? Oh, wait—am I Conda? Or Big Dick guy?"
Fuck, anaconda.
"Forget anaconda bullshit. Yujin, you've graduated from that ages ago, haven't you? Why even go to school?"
"Dropped out, so there."
"Still haven't gotten your shit together, huh?"
Hard to believe a thick-headed chick like her made it into Korea University, but she was the cram-last-minute type.
While I was grinding away at studying, she'd lounge on the bed scrolling her phone, then pull an all-nighter for a lazy B or B+.
If that's a talent, it is.
"Think you're the only one? Hey, this noona's been around—no dick's matched yours. Right, Jian?"
"You still talk without a brain filter?"
Jian looked a little embarrassed.
"What, you two haven't done it yet? His is huge."
She flexed her arm like some Jang Seokhyeon in a skirt.
This noona loved soccer so much you'd swear she was a guy.
We locked eyes drunk at the department's first MT, started dating, and then the creampie hell began.
But seriously, how does she play soccer with tits like that?
"N-No... we've done it, Oppa and me."
"Told you, killer right? I taught her everything."
"Fuck, don't corrupt kids like that."
"Oppa... I'm fine..." Jian's voice cracked a little, teary-eyed.
"Hey, wasn't trying to make you cry... sorry."
"She started the shit-talking. Sigh, some people never change."
She flashed the hand signal only we knew: Wanna go a round tonight?
"Whatever. Jian, wanna head out first? Class is starting soon. Stay if you're okay with it. You saw—she's a bit off. I'll sort this quick and text you?"
"Yeah, Oppa. And my height's not short, okay? Empty-headed big-boob bitch?"
Jian fired back.
"What empty-headed big-boob? You're tiny."
"Don't call me short. And right now, I'm Seongtae Oppa's girlfriend. How great is that? Right?"
"Yup~" I bent down and kissed her.
"Gasp. Okay, fine. Cute couple."
She made a fake gagging gesture beside us.
First, get Jian outta here.
"Kbye. Jian, head to class first. I'll wrap this up and catch up. Love you~ I'll text."
"Yeah, Oppa. See ya later! Text me!"
Like she'd received orders, Jian headed into the building.
"What? Love you? Damn, your acting's improved, you perv."
"Hey, it's not acting. She does everything you never did."
"That shrimp handling your monster? She'd die. Gotta pamper the princess."
With that, she grabbed my cock through my sweatpants.
"Still rocking those weird pants, huh? And smokes. Told you to quit."
She sniffed my coat.
"Wanna smoke one? Over there?"
"Still on Reds? Harsh stuff."
"You on Marl?"
"Yeah."
Same as always.
We headed to the smoking area—green turf, wooden pillars, hazy with a few people's cig smoke.
Her cig tip already glowed red, smoke curling up.
Haaaaah.
Thick clouds dissipated.
I pulled one from my pack, flicked my lighter.
Click click click.
Of course, out of gas.
As I clicked futilely,
"No lighter?"
I nodded.
"Still a scatterbrain, huh? Smart guy, but always drop the ball on dumb shit."
I stuck the cig in my mouth,
Click whoosh.
She leaned in naturally and lit it for me.
Fwoooo.
I exhaled smoke.
Can't overstate how she got me into smokes... first loves do that, right?
She stood naturally beside me.
Then, out of nowhere,
"Hey, you still piss everywhere when you're drunk? That's a habit, y'know."
Cough cough.
I choked on the smoke in disbelief.
"What the hell, suddenly?"
"Fair. That long hose full up, I'd wanna piss too. Dick's so damn long."
The guys in the smoking area flinched.
"Fuck, why say that with people around?"
"What's the big deal?"
"Hey, Yujin, it's the opposite. Girls have short urethras, get desperate faster."
"Pfft, figures from a physics major—no comebacks."
Couldn't let that slide.
"And for someone like that, you remember it all? Miss my dick that much?"
"Well..."
"And do something about those tits ready to burst out. Guys stare 'cause you flaunt 'em."
"True... but no one's biting lately."
"What?"
"Y'know... turns out no one's matched your... that."
Fuck...
Wait, am I in a good spot here? Might not even need hypnosis.
I knew, but tested anyway.
"Matched what?"
"....."
Whoosh.
Her cheeks flushed faint as the cig cherry.
Yeah. That twist charm... bob cut, soccer-playing, tits flopping, arm-in-arm with dudes no biggie, but melts at weird spots like a real girl.
I exhaled smoke and said,
"Anyway... meeting that girl later."
"But after me, won't you miss this? Hers looked flat."
She jiggled her chest up and down with her hands.
"Ahem... yeah, kinda. But she's cute. Smart too, unlike you."
Plus Seoyeon... I'm trash. Threesomes baseline now.
Way past trash already.
"Hey, we're not dating anymore—shouldn't you call me noona in public? I'm two years older!"
"Noona my ass. You begged for dirty talk... what was it? 'Slut' or shit? Wanted to call me oppa too."
"~That was when we dated. Different now."
"Say oppa. Like old times."
She put a hand to her lips.
"O... Oppa?"
Pfft, you actually did it.
"What? Lol, fun? Want me to?"
"Nah, gross."
Hahaha.
Our dizzying convo cleared the smoking booth like we owned it—people stubbed out and bailed.
Tsss.
Always like this.
Growling at each other by day, perfect fit by night...
"Hey, and now I can do it with my mouth too... Seongtae Oppa?"
"Crazy... you?"
"Well, yours is so huge, I was young then, tried other guys—they all fit easy."
"Yeah?"
"Yours hits the throat. Wanted to, but scary. You pound, don't get it—feels like organs shifting for girls."
"Ha! Saying that now. Told you I got a girlfriend."
"So?"
"What?"
"Girlfriend or not, doesn't stop throat-fucks with me."
"Your mouth..."
Nah, fair—4P yesterday...
Officially girlfriend... but throat-onahole yesterday.
"Hey, that secluded campus spot—outdoor fuck back then, remember?"
"Course. Fuck, that recent?"
"I'll jerk you. Noona throats once too."
"You gonna throat? Passing dogs'd laugh."
She said,
"Heard the rumor—Han Seongtae's shrunk?"
"What? Who said my dick shriveled, that bitch! Let's go. Hahaha."
Hahahaha kekeke hahaha.
We cracked up over old memories. Line from that old movie at a room cafe.
I'd loved classics since kid days; she'd tease hugging me: "Creepy old-man flicks?" Memories bloomed.
Yujin spat.
"You're doing it anyway, bitch. Ptui."
"Y'know only Koreans spit like that? Be discreet."
Me saying that after indoor smoking?
"What's it matter? No one's around. Keep it our secret—back then we swapped cig-tasting spit like candy."
Getting dragged into her pace. Creampie machine.
But her sucking... can't pass that up.
Blame her for my throat fetish... didn't swallow, so I feed Seoyeon more.
Victim then, not now. Hypnosis if needed.
"Not the me from back then."
"Huh?"
"Grown up now. Not that pushover 20-year-old."
"That girl that good?"
"Not her..."
No, don't name Jian. Complicate shit.
"Not her?"
"Whatever. Why's almighty Seong Yujin so thirsty? Lead on."
"Ooh, got some balls now? Noona almost fell again."
"Shut up, creampie machine."
"Don't call me that. Anaconda! Horse cock!"
"Y'know that's a compliment for guys? Show me that legendary technique."
Broke days, we headed to our old outdoor spot.
Arms wide, she said,
"Ah~ wanna fuck."
Passersby stared.
"Hey, tone it..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
Your blunt, no-fucks-given vibe—that's what I loved.
That's the you I fell for.