The End of a Casual Affair
Today, just like always, I met up with Miyu. Maybe it’s because we’ve been seeing each other so often lately, but I feel like I see her face more than I see my own mother’s.
"...Have you lost weight lately?" she asked, throwing a sudden, strange question my way. Her gaze wasn't just curious; it held a hint of something she found displeasing.
"Do I look like I have?"
"Yeah. Is it because we're meeting too often?"
"No, I'm fine. ...Probably."
She was right, though. We had been meeting way too much lately. Since her place was closer than I thought, I’d been asking to see her every chance I got. As a result, I’d dropped three kilograms. I wondered if she was doing okay, considering how much we’d been going at it every time we met.
"You aren't seeing anyone else besides me, are you?"
"No... no, I'm not."
It seemed I’d caught her eye. I was seeing someone else occasionally—not as much as Miyu, but still. And every time we met, I was the one being drained dry.
"Hey, don't lie. I can see it all, you know? You're seeing others, aren't you?"
"...Yeah. Sorry. If you don't like it, I'll stop."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"...Pfft. I'm just kidding. It's not like we're actually dating anyway."
"...Is that so?"
"But I do feel a little jealous."
"I still see you more than anyone else."
To begin with, the other woman lived in Busan, so we had very little time to meet. Plus, her sex drive was almost terrifyingly high.
"Then I'll let it slide."
"So you're the type who only sees one person, huh?"
"Well... I suppose. Are you the type who keeps multiple women around?"
"Not really... it just sort of happened..."
I had tried to meet other people after that, but for some reason, I just kept falling into a swamp of scammers and bots. I decided to be grateful for the two real people I was currently in contact with. It seemed there were plenty of people who couldn't even manage to meet one person properly.
"Haa..."
"Miyu, you're so tight."
"...Do it harder. From behind."
"I'll... I'll give it my best shot."
Miyu’s pussy was tighter than usual. Thrusting hard, I felt like I was going to finish at any second.
"Ah, ugh...!"
I was moving so hard that waves were rippling across her buttocks. If I slowed down even a little, she’d slap my thighs to make me move faster.
"Harder..."
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..."
"Haaah?!"
Instead of thrusting harder, I chose to slap her harder. Just as she always did, she let out trembling moans, her hips shaking.
"Ah, it hurts..."
"What do you mean it hurts?"
"Hiiit...!"
Her hips trembled again. I could clearly feel her inner walls writhing and tightening around me.
"Ugh, hnn, haa, hnnng...!"
Our physical chemistry was just too perfect. Honestly, I felt like I could see her for a long time. Maybe, if we kept meeting like this, I could officially—
"Hiiik...!"
"Haa..."
As if to cut off my thoughts, my semen poured out in a rush. I finished, continuing to feel the elasticity of her firm buttocks.
"I'm tired..."
"Are you going to sleep?"
"Yeah. Give me your arm for a pillow."
"Here."
Her light head rested on my arm. Then, she turned her head, and our lips met.
"Oh."
"What? Do you hate it?"
"No... I was just surprised."
I locked eyes with Miyu, and a silence began to flow between us. We’d been having sex every time we met for a year now, but seeing her like this, my heart fluttered anew. Why was I so nervous? We were just meeting to have sex. We only added "dates" because just having sex felt a bit lacking.
Before I knew it, she had taken up such a large part of my daily life.
"Miyu?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you one thing?"
"What is it?"
"Um..."
"Well? Don't stall, just say it."
"...What are we?"
I never thought I’d be the one to say those words. Once I said them, I felt sorry for her. She might have had the same intentions as me. I felt like I was being unnecessarily serious.
"...Is that what you're curious about?"
"If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."
The fact that she didn't answer immediately and just brushed it off meant we were just a casual fling after all. It was already clear, so what was I expecting? I was such a fool.
"...Just friends who sleep together? A relationship we turn to when we're feeling empty?"
"...I see."
I suppose it was impossible for a relationship that started with "let's have sex" to develop into something serious. These feelings were probably just temporary. I was just afraid that one day, she might suddenly disappear.
"I have something to tell you, too."
"What is it?"
"I'm heading down next week."
"Heading down?"
"Yeah."
"...Where to?"
"Where do you think? Busan."
And as the realization hit that that day was coming sooner than I thought, my heart grew anxious for no reason.
"Haa... haa..."
"Ugh..."
"..."
"You're cumming a bit late today, aren't you?"
"I guess I've been training."
"What are you talking about? You've always finished quickly."
"Sometimes that happens."
I changed my clothes and got ready to leave. In the past, I felt like we’d roll around for over an hour, but these days, it’s just: insert, cum, and done. I thought it would last a little longer today, though. This pussy of hers just wouldn't stop tightening.
"...What's with that underwear?"
"What about it?"
"Just... it looks sexy."
"What? You're hard again?"
"I guess so."
"Good. Honestly, I wasn't satisfied."
"Really...? Sorry."
My cock reacted to the sexy lingerie that showed off her nipples. I hadn't noticed when I first walked in, but now that it was over, I could see everything.
"Should I have worn this more often?"
"Yeah, you should have."
Still wearing only her underwear, Miyu started sucking my cock again. Maybe it was because she looked different than usual, but I regained my full condition in an instant.
"Do that thing. The one where you squeeze it between your breasts."
"Like this?"
"Yeah."
My cock was squeezed between her breasts. The overwhelming destructive power of her chest tightened around me from both sides. She’d done it before, but for some reason, the unique outfit made me even more excited. If I’d known, I would have kept asking for it.
"Haa..."
"Does it feel good...? It looks even bigger than before."
"Yeah, it feels good. Aren't you sucking better than usual, too?"
"Who knows? Seeing you enjoy it makes me want to suck more."
"Whatever."
Miyu’s intense breast-play. Thanks to her, my glans swelled up to the point where I felt like I could cum at any moment.
"I want to put it in again."
"Okay."
She climbed on top of me and pulled her panties aside. Since the panties were made of a sheer material, I could see her pussy clearly.
"Oh, right. The condom."
"Pfft. Just take a pill."
"Are you on your period?"
"No, it's just... today is the last time."
"..."
Was this a final service? I was a little surprised when I heard it, but I couldn't show it. We were just sex partners; if I got serious, it would turn into a weird relationship. Though, it felt like it was already too late for that.
"But why are you leaving?"
"Oh... my mom is getting remarried. She's clearing out the house in Busan, so I have to go help."
"I could come visit sometimes."
"Forget it. I'm not doing this anymore."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe... because we only ever have sex...?"
"Should we have dated instead of just having sex?"
"I don't know. Ugh..."
She started to moan. I’d heard it earlier, but once the switch was flipped, her voice became so erotic. The thought that I had to let a woman like this go made me feel a sense of loss.
"You like this, don't you?"
"I don't... knooow..."
Today, we faced each other, and I thrust down from above. I thought it might hurt a little, but she said she liked the sensation. She had such strange fetishes. Though, I guess I did too.
"Turn around."
Her buttocks were as voluptuous as her breasts. Honestly, the reason I first wanted to do it with her was after seeing her ass. It was so big and firm that I really wanted to smack it.
"See how hard I'm working."
"I can't help it when it feels this good."
"Ugh...!"
As I swayed my hips endlessly, the signal started to rise. It didn't feel like long since I’d finished... wait, it had already been 30 minutes. I could finish without needing an extension.
"I'm really cumming inside."
"Yeah. Fill me up."
"Don't go sending me photos of two lines later."
"It's... fine. I'm going to... block you... ah!"
"Ugh!"
My semen poured out in a rush. It felt so good, probably because we didn't use protection. It wasn't her period, so there was no strange smell—just the scent of sex lingering in the air.
"Haa... ugh."
"Whew..."
When I pulled out, my semen leaked out of her pussy with a wet sound. If I’d known it would be like this... no. She was leaving now; it would be troublesome if I held onto any regrets. We were just a relationship of mixing bodies.
"I need to wash up again."
"Want to wash together?"
"You're being clingy today, aren't you?"
"Because I'm sad it's over."
"You should have been better to me normally."
"What? I was good to you."
"You should have been better so I wouldn't be sad."
"..."
After we finished showering and stepped outside, the sun was beginning to set.
"Ugh..."
"...Are we doing this outside?"
"It's the last time."
"...Goodbye."
"Yeah. I'm going to block your number, so you block me too."
"Why?"
"I'm not using the app anymore. You were enough to satisfy me."
"...Should I quit too?"
"Why? You have someone else you're seeing besides me, don't you?"
"...I don't know. It's just... I feel like I'll regret it."
"Regret what?"
"I thought I'd keep seeing you like this, but now we're breaking up. It's the same thing."
"Aha... because you think that person will leave too?"
"...Yeah."
She was really leaving so suddenly. If I hadn't asked that question, she probably would have disappeared without a word. Or, knowing her personality, maybe she would have notified me. Either way, if I kept living like this, I felt like I’d hit that same wall again. And when that time came, I felt like I’d regret it so much I’d never be able to turn back.
"Miyu."
"Yeah?"
I grabbed the hand of the woman who was just about to leave. The atmosphere that had been so heated in the motel just moments ago seemed to have cooled down; her hand was cold.
"O-oh, no... just... make sure to take your medicine."
"I know~ Don't worry, I won't let it cause any trouble for you."
"No, that's not it... I really have something to say."
"What is it?"
"...Tell me your name."
"My name?"
"Yeah. I never knew it all this time."
Since it was the end, I wanted to know. We weren't going to see each other anymore anyway. I was just asking because I was curious.
"Oh... um... you didn't know?"
"Of course I didn't."
"I think it's better if you don't know. Even if you knew, we wouldn't be able to meet anyway."
"...Is that so?"
"Yeah. I don't... want to leave any lingering regrets."
"If that's what you want, then..."
"Then, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
That was how I parted ways with Miyu—the woman who took my first time, and whom I had grown to like.
"My, what a surprise! You said you were coming down first."
"Just... I missed you."
I hadn't come down to find Miyu, but I had come to Busan. I was here to end my relationship with her, too.
"Why? Did you get dumped?"
"...How did you know?"
"It was written all over your face that you got dumped, wasn't it?"
"...Are you my mom?"
"I am your mom, aren't I?"
"I guess so."
The car that was driving me stopped. It was a walking path at a fairly high elevation with no one around. It was a place where the sea breeze blew fiercely.
"Should your Junsu-noona comfort you?"
"...Yes."
Her hand climbed onto my thigh. A relationship that would end today anyway. Since this was the end, I decided to accept it. I would take it, once and for all.