I Deserve a Creampie
Could the things Noona had told me really be true?
Of course I wanted to believe every word out of her mouth.
But what if the past she had described was nothing more than a story she had spun to tug at my sympathy?
Even the phone call she had dismissed as a voice-phishing scam might have been a lie.
I can’t keep thinking like this.
Whether lovers or a married couple, every relationship rests on trust. And right now, inside my heart, Noona was losing that trust.
The most important kind of trust between a man and a woman—the trust of love itself.
I needed to know the truth: whether the things she had said were real, whether she truly loved me.
If I went on living without knowing, I would start doubting even the smallest things from now on.
Not just Noona—I might end up doubting the other women as well.
How could I get the real truth out of her mouth?
“Haa…”
“Hm? Something on your mind?”
“Nah, just a bunch of random thoughts.”
Honestly, I didn’t know the first thing about digging out someone’s secrets.
All I knew was the method I had always used—pulling Noona into a tight embrace and whispering love into her ear.
Hiding the turmoil inside me, I met her eyes. My gaze slid naturally past her face and down to her sweat-dried breasts.
…They really were huge.
The moment I saw those heavy mammaries, the urge to touch them hit me so hard I simply did.
—Squish!
Soft. Plump. The heat that had been swirling in my head went pleasantly fuzzy.
As I kneaded her breasts, my cock twitched and began to rise again; Noona watched it and gave a playful little laugh.
“Like them?”
She deliberately rubbed those full breasts against my arm. Her warm body heat and the lush give of her flesh stroked my forearm.
“Oh my… Sihyuk.”
She whispered sweetly against my ear.
“You want to have sex again?”
Her eyes were already smoldering.
“I’m fine with as many rounds as you want…”
Noona took my hand and guided it between her legs. The instant my fingers brushed her pussy, a slick drop of fluid welled out.
“Nnngh…”
That tiny moan made my cock even harder. The shaft that had just finished cumming showed no sign of fatigue.
A mere one or two ejaculations barely registered with me.
“I was planning to stop here for the day, but looks like that’s not happening. Present your pussy.”
“Yes♡”
Iseol-noona spread her legs wide with a blissful expression.
Her tight little hole fluttered open, ready to receive me.
Faced with that obedient bitch-in-heat look, I pushed straight in without any further foreplay.
That night.
Iseol stepped out of the shower. Steam still curled from the bathroom doorway as she walked out, toweling the water from her damp hair with a thin cloth.
All she wore was a white shirt and a pair of black lace panties.
The neat, gentle face she showed at the academy was gone; a cold air clung to her features now.
Yet she was not expressionless. Under the dim light, the deep furrow of worry carved between her brows made that clear.
She sat at the desk and stared at the laptop screen. The open file was titled “Kim Sihyuk Observation Report,” and beneath that heading stretched nothing but a long blank field.
Target: Kim Sihyuk (ID: M-017)
Observation Content:
[Empty field]
She still had not written a single line of observation. The report was due by midnight, yet the fingers resting on the keyboard refused to move.
She was torn. Where exactly should she begin, and how much should she put down?
Sihyuk had noticed something. Of that she was almost certain.
When she had brushed off the earlier phone call from the “Survivor” as ordinary voice phishing, he had not fully believed her.
He had done a decent job of acting as if nothing were wrong, but to eyes trained by professional fieldwork, a civilian’s clumsy performance was transparent.
Besides, when you shared a bed and bodies with a woman, even the faintest shift in her expression or the tremor of her heartbeat became impossible to hide.
And yet… even knowing she had lied, Sihyuk had not pushed her away.
Why?
He had whispered that he loved her and then fucked her more passionately than ever before.
Could he be using a honey-trap of his own, trying to coax the truth out of her?
Would an ordinary college student steel himself for something like that? She could not be sure.
And her heart moved independently of rational judgment.
It leaned toward the sweet hope that Sihyuk truly loved her, that even while he doubted her he still could not bring himself to cast her aside.
“Haa…”
Iseol let out a short breath and finally began to type.
Target: Kim Sihyuk (ID: M-017)
Observation Content: No abnormalities. Subject currently regards the “Survivor’s” phone call as a simple voice-phishing scam. Libido remains excessively high relative to ordinary males; no atypical behaviors such as female avoidance observed to date. Strong tendency to seize initiative during intercourse, apparently linked to preference for missionary position. Continuous observation and data collection planned. Deep emotional bond has already been established with the subject; marriage is highly probable.
The finished report was encrypted and transmitted somewhere far away.
In the end she had left out the single most important fact: that Sihyuk had begun to suspect something.
“It’ll… be fine.”
Judging by his behavior so far, Sihyuk might have sensed that something was off, yet he still had not grasped even the outline of the truth.
More than anything, he wanted a stable home. If things simply continued as they were, he would eventually set aside those dangerous doubts and choose the happiness right in front of him.
Sihyuk would follow his vigorous lust, make love with many women, father children, and become an ordinary, good father.
“A family…”
Iseol closed the laptop and looked at the two picture frames on the desk.
The left frame held a childhood photo of herself with the kindly smiling female director of the orphanage.
The orphanage story she had told Sihyuk had not been a lie. She really had lived her entire life having completely forgotten the happiness and comfort of being held by someone.
Until the moment she accepted this mission, she had never once imagined she could be shaken by such emotional currents.
But from the first instant Sihyuk had held her… she had been helplessly shaken.
Iseol’s gaze slowly moved to the right-hand frame.
Inside it was a photo of Sihyuk and herself together. It had been taken after a particularly fierce round of sex; she had fallen into deep sleep with her head on his arm.
He had secretly snapped it because she looked cute. The girl in the picture wore an expression of pure, peaceful happiness.
“Heh…”
Looking at that photo, Iseol found herself smiling faintly.
In truth, there was still one more thing she was hiding from Sihyuk.
She did not merely love him. She loved him a great, great deal.
He was the first man who had ever loved her as a woman, the first man she had ever shared her body with, and the man who, even while suspecting her lies, had ultimately refused to push her away.
“I’m such an idiot.”
Love.
Now that she was living that trite, overused word for herself, she finally understood how terrifying its power could be.
She had once sneered at women who ruined everything for a man. She had been certain she would never become one of them.
But now she understood those women. No—she more than understood them; she empathized completely.
She wanted to stay in Sihyuk’s arms for even one second longer. She wanted to marry him and wear his ring. Just imagining waking up in the morning with Sihyuk holding her made her so happy she did not know what to do with herself.
If she could only bear his child, she would gladly give her life. She wanted to do anything for him, tell him anything.
But… she could not.
The best outcome this world could offer was for him to live an ordinary, happy life without ever knowing the truth.
She never wanted to lose him.
She now had a new goal that went beyond the mission itself.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life by his side, loved by him.
Even if the foundation of that world was one enormous lie.
“For making me write a false report, I really deserve a creampie.”
Iseol rose from her chair and stepped out onto the balcony. The cold night air cooled her flushed cheeks.
Her gaze locked onto a window of a house not far away—the house where Sihyuk lived.
She had deliberately taken a place nearby in order to watch him; now, simply seeing the light in that window warmed her chest.
Iseol habitually pulled out a cigarette and reached for her Zippo lighter. Then she remembered something Sihyuk had said not long ago—that he had smelled cigarette smoke on her.
“…He said smoking’s bad for pregnant women.”
Sihyuk had never directly ordered her to quit, yet she wanted to hide from him the fact that she was a smoker.
And if, in the not-so-distant future, she truly married him and bore his child, smoking could harm the baby.
Her eyes drifted to the cold can of beer sitting on the desk.
From today on, she decided, she would quit both alcohol and cigarettes.
Unable to smoke, Iseol grew restless; after a moment’s thought she headed into the bedroom.
Tonight she would just have to masturbate.