Bare Temptations and Burning Jealousy
I couldn't help but tremble slightly as I gripped my smartphone.
'Fuck. This is really fucked.'
An emergency siren blared wildly in my head.
What can I say? It was pure instinct.
Click. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Eunha stepped out amid a puff of steamy mist.
She'd thrown on a bathrobe haphazardly, towel-drying her wet hair while flashing a lazy smile.
"Whew, that feels refreshing. Honey, did you cum...?"
"E-Eunha. Take a look at this."
I rushed over to her, thrusting my trembling phone screen in her face.
"Huh? Why the fuss...?"
Eunha's expression froze solid the instant she glanced at the screen.
"...?"
Her pitch-black eyes rapidly scanned the message history.
"Haa..."
She dropped the towel to the floor with a thud, her face draining of color as she bit down hard on her lip.
"Dojin. You really... went and did something insane."
"I just said I watched the movie alone."
Eunha licked her lips and continued.
"I told you, right? After rejecting your confession, I spent a full five years suppressing my desire for you. You know the only reason I could do that?"
"What...?"
"Because I thought you were some emotionless blockhead with zero sex drive who didn't even glance at other girls for those five years!"
Was I...?
"But suddenly you go see an R-rated romance flick. Alone? You think your twenty-year-old self is gonna buy that straight up?"
"...?"
"Let's guess what's going through 'my' head right now... Maybe I'm suspicious? Like some other girl popped up out of nowhere like a ninja and stole you away?"
It kinda rang true. No, I shouldn't think like that.
I swallowed dryly and grabbed Eunha's shoulders.
"So... what do I do? What should I do right now?"
Eunha averted her gaze, mumbling evasively.
"I... I don't know...? I've never lost my mind to jealousy at twenty either."
I closed my eyes, then opened them again. Fine... in times like this, the direct approach is best.
I nodded calmly.
"Got it. I'll handle it."
"D-Do-jin?"
Ignoring her flustered call, I firmly pressed the call button on my phone.
The recipient? Obviously, Eunha Yoo.
Ring... ring...
The brief ringtone felt endlessly long.
What if she doesn't pick up? What if she bursts in here with a knife? Random thoughts swirled.
—...
Click. The call connected.
No response from the speaker.
I spoke first.
"Eunha."
—Who'd you watch it with?
"I watched it alone. For real."
—Liar.
"No lie. I swear."
A shallow breath came through the speaker at my reply.
Before Eunha could speak, I cut in.
"You popped into my head."
—...Huh?
Stifling silence again. Then I added,
"That R-rated romance. The one where the couple's madly in love, fucking like crazy. While watching... I couldn't stop thinking of you."
—D-Do-jin. What the hell...?
"I kept overlapping the female lead with you. That's why I went alone."
Eunha on the other end seemed to forget to breathe, locked in heavy silence.
Only the faint, quivering pants leaking through the speaker proved she hadn't hung up.
—Really...?
"Yeah. Really."
I answered without hesitation, then drove it home.
"I wanna try it like in the movie too."
—...!
"With you. Just like that."
This crossed a line, maybe... but didn't 'Eunha' say she liked being dominated?
No reply from Eunha again.
Of course, this silence wasn't cold rage.
If anything, heated breaths mixed with stifled moans faintly.
—Really...? With me, for real?
"Tomorrow. Let's go see that movie."
I hesitated, then added,
"At the theater. Where no one else knows. I'll do it exactly like in the film."
Eunha fell into deep silence again. I waited without pushing.
—...Okay.
Finally, her wet voice replied. Then the call cut off abruptly, like she was fleeing. I set the phone down on the table, panting roughly.
My back was soaked in cold sweat.
I turned, and there was Eunha—wide-eyed, staring intently, having crept up unnoticed.
Her face was flushed, hand clutching her bathrobe collar, trembling.
"How's that? Should work, right?"
I let out a relieved sigh, and she nodded like she was entranced.
Then, lips parting, she approached, arms wrapping around my neck.
"Haa... you're driving me crazy. Honey, why do you tempt me like this?"
"Huh...?"
"Come on, that's tempting me, isn't it?"
In the end... yeah. It had to go that way.
The next day.
I'd arrived back at that deserted outskirts movie theater with Eunha—the same one I'd come to yesterday with 'Eunha'.
"...?"
"...?"
A suffocating tension hung between us.
Eunha avoided my eyes, head bowed, constantly licking her dry lips.
Her outfit was bizarre.
A thick black long padding coat that reached her knees—overkill for spring weather.
I glanced around discreetly, then whispered in her ear.
"Like I said, you wore it?"
Right after hanging up yesterday, I'd sent her a follow-up message.
[Tomorrow, come out in just a long padding. Nothing underneath. No clothes at all. Not even panties.]
At my question, Eunha's face burned crimson as she scanned the lobby.
Confirming we were in a blind corner away from prying eyes, she gripped the zipper pull with shaking hands.
Ziiiip—
The zipper, fastened to her neck, slid down slowly. Very slowly.
"...!"
I couldn't help sucking in a breath at the sight.
Through the parted padding...
Inside that dark curtain: Eunha's stark naked body, pure white and utterly bare.
Her heavy, luscious breasts sagging naturally under gravity, yet still so full and tempting.
Nipples stiff from the cold air.
Smooth belly leading to a flat navel, and between her thighs—a hairless, sleek slit.
"Haa... ha... total perv...♡"
What drew my eyes most was her pussy's state.
Not just from the hot air trapped inside the padding.
Walking here completely naked under it must've filled her with extreme shame and arousal.
Clear, sticky fluids already trailed down her inner thighs, glistening all the way to her knees.
"Good girl."
I stroked her trembling hair as I spoke.
"I said I wanted to try it like the movie. You can look forward to it."
Eunha nodded, eyes brimming with tears.
"Yeah..."
With that, she yanked the zipper back up, hiding her nakedness again. We headed to the counter.
I showed my phone screen for the online tickets.
"Checking reservation number. Theater 5, tickets here..."
The clerk droned mechanically, then looked up at me—and froze.
"Yes, customer Dojin Lee, Eunha Yoo... uh?"
His words cut off.
His gaze flicked to my face, then to Eunha beside me.
Then back to me—his eyes shaking like there was an earthquake.
I flinched too upon recognizing him.
'No way...'
This was the exact clerk who'd issued tickets yesterday afternoon.
When I'd come with 'Eunha' to the R-rated screening.
His eyes darted between us in confusion.
From his perspective, it must've been like this:
Yesterday: Guy shows up with a mature, sexy bob-cut woman for an R-rated flick.
Today: Same guy with a younger-looking, long-haired version in a bulky padding—for another R-rated flick?
I flinched hard.
'He can't possibly recognize...?'
If so, to him I'd look like a psycho dating sisters or something.
I cleared my throat awkwardly, grabbed Eunha's hand, and hurried into the theater.