The Tempter and the One Who Endures
I know full well when Na-eun Jeong is blatantly seducing me.
I figure there's no way I couldn't notice, unless I was some kind of eunuch.
She's coming at me even more defenselessly and boldly than she did last time at the manga cafe, pressing right up against me.
She's ramping up the skinship to levels that could almost be called daring, and her aegyo is cranked up higher too.
It's too much to chalk up just to us being lovers now—these touches scream intent.
I have no choice but to notice. If you don't, you're impotent. That's my conclusion.
That's why I lightly pressed my lips to hers, meaning for her to cool it.
To put it a bit cruelly, there was a "be satisfied with this much" vibe mixed in.
But Na-eun doesn't get it. She doubles down instead. That's just who Na-eun Jeong is.
When did I figure that out?
It was when I put the manga volume I'd finished back on the shelf and returned.
"Oppa."
"Yeah, Na-eun?"
"...If it's okay, can I turn the pages this time?"
"You wanna?"
I handed her the manga I'd brought.
Na-eun took it and patted the spot next to her invitingly.
I meekly sat down beside her.
Then she grinned brightly and slowly leaned toward me.
I figured she'd just rest her head on my shoulder while we read. Pretty complacent assumption.
But that was really, really naive.
"Excuse me."
"Huh?"
Na-eun stood up from her seat and came right in front of me...
Plop!
...and sat down in my lap.
"...Na-eun?"
She didn't answer, just spoke to me.
"...If you're there, your head'll block the manga with my hair."
I couldn't deny it, so I leaned forward and rested my face on her shoulder.
Na-eun grinned again and said,
"Okay then... I'll turn the pages."
Her voice had this sultry edge that left me dazed without realizing it.
I knew she had this charm, but not to this degree.
She probably knows it too—what her appeal is.
Seeing her wield it like this, "fox" really suits her.
But I don't hate it or find it off-putting.
Girls think guys hate it when women talk dirty or flirt suggestively, but honestly? No.
Men are horny creatures by nature—why would we hate a woman showing it? We love it. Love it.
Especially if she's your girlfriend? A super pretty one? We'd lose our minds.
I made a vow. A rock-solid one.
Today, I'd stay sharp, not touch a drop of booze, avoid anything that could cloud my judgment.
If I slipped, I was 200% sure: tomorrow would start with Na-eun beside me. In a motel, no less.
That thought snapped me alert.
Get a grip, Seonwoo Lee. For real.
Or Seung-min Jeong will beat your ass.
I kept reading from behind her—not quite a back hug, not fully detached either, this awkward in-between pose.
Lucky? After sitting in my lap, Na-eun read purely, no ulterior motives.
Thanks to that, I could focus on the manga and steady my mind.
Very lucky.
Though every time she shifted or did something distracting, I'd jolt unnecessarily—but it's manageable.
That's what I was thinking when Na-eun spoke up.
"Oppa."
"Yeah, Na-eun?"
"...Can I lean on you a bit more?"
"Uh...?"
"It's kinda uncomfortable..."
'If it's uncomfortable, why not just sit separately?' nearly slipped out, but I couldn't say it. It was her aegyo, after all.
I didn't want to reject her affection over formality. But...
...a guy's physiology doesn't always get the memo. If she got closer, embarrassing things could happen.
My head spun. Reject her aegyo to avoid embarrassment, or accept it risks be damned?
Which was wiser?
I pondered, but Na-eun wasn't giving me time.
She stood casually, strode over, and...
"Excuse me."
Pressed her back right against me.
Her small, soft body hit mine, and my first thought: Stay sharp, for real.
Na-eun was warm. Obviously—the room's boiler was on.
But that warmth carried her scent to me.
Sweet, intoxicating.
Driving me mad. My hard-won focus blurred.
Still, I held back. Tried to, anyway.
Recited forgotten military oaths, the national anthem start to finish—anything to calm down.
But did Na-eun sense my desperation? She started tormenting me more.
Rub... rub...
Grinding her body against mine.
Cutely, yet lewdly.
Then whispered in that sugary voice,
"Oppa... if it's okay... hug me? From behind... tight..."
"...Huh?"
"Hug me, please..."
Her plea was basically "let go of reason with your own hands."
Should I listen? No, don't—really don't.
I knew, so I racked my brain for a refusal.
But my body was brutally honest.
Squeeze.
My arms wrapped around her shoulders.
"Heehee..."
Her little laugh oddly cleared my head a bit.
If I wanted more sweet, proud romance with this adorable, pretty girl...
...I had to endure. Somehow.
I know Seonwoo oppa's trying hard.
I can feel him holding back for me, for us.
But I ignored it, tempting him with everything I had.
Begging him to touch me more, come closer, show me his desire.
Yet oppa stayed firm.
I know—this had become a battle between us.
Me seducing, him resisting.
I started innocently, just wanting a back hug, but soon it was outright temptation.
No regrets, though.
Because it's Seonwoo oppa.
Even if he snapped and dragged me to a motel—which he never would—I'd be fine with it.
I've dreamed of these days, waited forever for moments sharing love with him.
Anything with oppa is good—even crossing that adult line.
With that mindset, I tempted him full throttle.
Subtly grinding, pitching my voice sultry, pressing closer into his embrace...
Still, he never laid a further hand on me.
Only those arms holding me.
It fired me up more. Time to push harder—then.
Squeeze— Jolt!
Something poked my back.
I know what it is. Conceptually. But feeling it...
...terror hit instantly.
My reason, lost in his love, sharpened; I suddenly realized what I'd done.
What now? How, how do I fix this...?
What if oppa sees me weird? Hates me?
What if he pounces, loses control, crosses that line?
Scared, trembling—then oppa spoke softly.
"...Sorry, I'll back off."
He apologized and pulled away cleanly. Like it was all for me.
"Oppa...?"
"......"
His face was beet red.
Then I got it. He'd been desperately holding back—not pushing me away because he hated it, but for me.
Seeing that, I said what I needed to.
"...Sorry. I won't do it again."
"......Yeah."
Oppa nodded slowly.
I never knew a nod could feel so solid, make me fall deeper in love.
Oppa, sorry—for being so clumsy.
Oppa, thank you—for loving and accepting a mess like me.