Honest Conversation
Right after Na-eun and I had spent that intimate time together, we didn't say a word to each other.
Neither of us could bring ourselves to speak first. It was only natural. After all, we'd just... well, Na-eun had crossed that adult line.
All I could do was wipe away the traces I'd left behind.
Even as I did, Na-eun lay there panting roughly, just staring up at me.
Her eyes, glistening with moisture—what could I possibly say? I was still pondering that when...
"…Oppa."
Na-eun called out to me first.
"…Yeah, Na-eun?"
"…Could you maybe hold me?"
At her request for a hug, I pulled her right into my arms. And not just that—I propped her head on my arm too.
Normally, I'd have slipped my arm under the pillow for comfort, to avoid it going numb.
But this time, I held her directly against me. I wanted her to feel my warmth.
-Squeeze
Na-eun, nestled in my embrace, soon started rubbing her cheek against me.
Her tiny, nuzzling motions were utterly adorable.
"…You okay?"
"Yeah… I'm fine…."
Na-eun nodded faintly, burrowing even deeper into my chest before whispering softly while clinging tight.
"…Sorry, Oppa."
"For what?"
"For… using casual speech… and swearing…."
Her words brought back the Na-eun from moments ago.
Why don't you pounce already, you limp-dicked loser…? Or something like that?
It had been so out of left field that it was still fresh in my mind.
"Pfft… hahaha…"
"Wh-what… are you laughing at…?!"
"…Nothing, you're just too cute."
"Ughhh…."
Na-eun pouted in annoyance, then started swinging her little fists at me from within my arms.
Thump thump—adorably light taps, of course.
-Pat pat
I stroked her hair, and she instantly calmed down. The spicy little punches stopped pelting my chest—clear proof.
"You hated it that much? That I didn't do anything?"
"Of course I did… I was waiting so expectantly…."
Her admission of anticipation made me feel unexpectedly guilty.
I apologized to her sincerely, pouring my feelings into the words.
"Sorry. I should've realized."
"…It's not something you should apologize for. You're the normal one here."
If we're splitting hairs, sure. I'm way closer to normal in this scenario.
Right? Even with lovers, waking someone up from sleep for that would be over the line.
No one but a sex maniac would do it.
Plus, Na-eun had never done it before. It was her first time.
For someone like that, saying "Wake up. Let's do it" while they're asleep? Total nuisance.
That's why I'd held back too. But apparently, Na-eun had been the one eager for it.
With the tension eased and a bit of lingering frustration, I decided to turn the tables and tease her this time.
"You were expecting it so much, yet you slept like a log?"
Th-that's…! It was because the buffet we went to with Oppa was so good, I overate…! And I was exhausted today anyway…!"
"Sure, sure, whatever you say~ my perverted little Na-eun~"
"Ughhhh…!"
Na-eun was fuming, grinding her teeth, when I heard the most lovable sound.
-Grrrrumble
A fresh, tangy stomach growl.
For the record, it wasn't mine.
The culprit—the adorably endearing girl right in front of me—flushed beet red and buried her face in my chest.
"Ughhh… I'm hungry now… You take responsibility…."
Her words demolished my defenses, and laughter burst out.
"Kkh… Got it. Want me to order some chicken?"
"Chicken… yes please…."
"Alright, on it."
I stroked Na-eun's head as she hid her face in my chest, reaching for my phone.
It was 1 a.m., so most chicken places were closed, but being in the city—and the capital region—meant a few were still open.
I ordered a chicken from one.
"Na-eun, boneless or bone-in?"
"Boneless…"
"Got it, boneless. Half-and-half flavors."
Just what she wanted.
Order placed, I set the phone by the bed and whispered to her as I held her close.
"How's your body feeling?"
"My body…?"
"Yeah, anywhere sore?"
-Shake shake
Na-eun shook her head, looking up at me.
"…It felt amazing."
Her words melted away the last bits of tension in my body.
This might sound weird, but it was completely her first time today.
For her sake, I'd reined in most of my usual urges, prioritizing her comfort.
In other words, I'd teased her just enough to get her heated up—perfect for a beginner.
I figured once she got more used to it with me, I could get bolder.
I was curious about her reactions then—and yeah, a little turned on too.
But for now, no way. Considering Na-eun's limited stamina, round two was out of the question.
I stroked her as I asked again.
"Did I fix anything up right?"
-Shake shake
Na-eun shook her head once more, then…
-Bonk!
…bopped my chest with her forehead.
"Ow."
"Why do you keep bringing that up… It's embarrassing…"
Her voice, thick with shame, was cute, but I realized I'd been inconsiderate again.
"Sorry, but I have to check."
"Why…?"
"So next time, I can make it even better and happier for you."
"Eek…."
Na-eun shuddered at my words, like she was trembling from embarrassment. Adorably so.
I stroked her again as we waited for the chicken.
At the same time, I realized that even the mature-seeming Na-eun was still just a kid.
Yeah, she is a kid. Four years younger than me.
So I need to take better care of her, look after her properly.
That realization hit me anew.
Lying in Oppa Seonwoo's arms, I replayed what had just happened.
There had been some pain, but it vanished in an instant. What lingered in my body was a mix of shame, joy, lust, desire… all tangled together.
In the end, it boiled down to happiness. Pure bliss at finally becoming one with Oppa Seonwoo.
Happiness that the man I love had united with me, gotten excited for me, aroused me, and we'd reached our peaks together.
But talking with Oppa afterward made me realize something.
Even in that happiness, he'd been considerate of me—and he was already thinking of adjusting his actions.
That's why I wondered.
What would Oppa be like without that consideration?
What if he fully surrendered to his instincts?
The thought… excited me. A little—no, a lot.
I think I'd like that Oppa too. Maybe even more.
Instead of his usual gentle, cool self, an Oppa who just craved me—he'd be dangerously hot.
Lost in those pervy thoughts I could never voice to him, Oppa suddenly got up and started dressing.
"Oppa?"
"Gonna grab the chicken real quick."
"Oh… okay…."
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and headed out.
God, even going to pick up chicken looks cool on him?
My heart pounded as I waited, and he was back soon enough.
In his hands: chicken, cola, and two paper cups.
"Chicken time~"
"Yes…!"
I sat up and munched on the chicken he'd brought.
Man, I was starving.
Thinking back, he'd asked at dinner if I wanted more. He'd probably anticipated this.
Embarrassing. He'd been thinking of me even then.
And that glimpse into his heart… If he'd expected us to get frisky and get hungry after, it meant he'd been looking forward to it too.
"I really… love you, Oppa."
"Out of nowhere?"
"Not out of nowhere. Just… because."
I grinned bashfully, finished the delicious chicken, and brushed our teeth together in the bathroom.
Oppa had dressed to go out, but I'd stripped down.
A bit shy about my reflection, I avoided the mirror—and Oppa kindly looked away too.
How good can one guy be?
Seeing such a perfect gentleman made me, paradoxically, want to provoke him. Specifically, go another round.
I never knew I had such a strong sex drive, but Oppa's too damn attractive—I can't help it.
So…
"Oppa…."
"Yeah?"
"I… wanna do it one more time."
…That's what I said after brushing and heading back to bed.
And boy, was that a massive miscalculation on my part.
"Oppa, Oppa, stop, stooop…."
When I came to, my whole body felt limp, strength utterly drained.
I need to start working out.
If I want to keep up with Oppa's stamina.