An Appetite in the Dark
"S-Seongha, we're in a pu—ugh!?"
"Shh… it's a public place, Oppa. Keep your voice down."
As Seongha silently took hold of my crotch over my pants and began rubbing, the mouth I'd opened in panic to protest closed all on its own.
Then she raised her index finger to her lips, and while continuing to stroke me, she slid her fingers around my shaft in one deft motion, warning me with a low chuckle.
Seongha turned her eyes back to the screen as if nothing at all were happening — but in an instant, her hand had slipped beneath my pants and wrapped around my hardened length.
She hadn't even looked down. Without fumbling, without a single wasted motion, her fingers found me and gripped, and watching that hand move with such practiced ease was like watching some other living creature at work.
Sliick… sliick…
Her rough-yet-soft woman's hand began at the crown and worked its way down the risen length of my cock, stroking it up and down with a slow, luxurious rhythm.
Astonishingly, something slick and sticky began to seep from her palm as she rubbed me, coating the entire length of my shaft in it.
It felt like love lube — the low, wet squelching of skin on skin faded into a pleasant frictionlessness, and the pleasure climbed higher and higher.
"Hah… nnngh…!"
I bit down on my lip, swallowing the moans that threatened to spill out of me on their own, desperately trying to stay quiet.
Fortunately, no one was sitting in the back row behind us, and the theater itself had thundered into an action sequence — the noise easily smothering the sounds of the handjob I was receiving.
Questions did arise — why she would suddenly do something like this outside the safety of home — but deep down, the thrill of possibly being caught in a public place sent a delicious shiver through me.
I could have stopped her if I'd truly wanted to. The reason I didn't was rooted in exactly that kind of pleasure.
"Oppa, doesn't this movie feel kind of familiar? It's like… the story of the two of us, isn't it?"
Seongha rolled her eyes toward me and asked in a low voice, but those eyes still glowed a vivid red in the darkness.
The smile curling her lips was brimming with a mischievousness she didn't even bother to hide, but I was in no state to answer or rebel — all I could do was clutch the armrests and endure the pleasure.
Sliick, sliick…
Her hand moved faster and faster, and the pressure of her grip around me grew stronger with it.
"Hah! Hah… mmh!?"
As the cresting wave of climax pushed my voice higher against my own will, Seongha used her free hand to turn my face toward hers and suddenly pressed her lips to mine.
Chuuup… chuuup, chup, chup… chup, chup…
Her tongue slipped between my parted lips, exploring my mouth with a careful yet fervent intensity — all to keep me as silent as possible.
When she finally drew her lips slowly away, her beautiful face was close enough that I could see it in perfect detail even in the dark.
For a moment she wore a look of almost wistful regret; then, with the blank, expressionless mask unique to monsters, she stared at my face as if observing a specimen — and quietly smiled.
"…I like that expression. The finest of meals. Your face, soaked in pleasure, is truly the highest delicacy."
I had no idea what kind of face I was making, but watching Seongha's faint smile begin to bloom, I could tell at least one thing clearly: she was satisfied.
"By the way, Oppa… I'm starting to… I want to drink something now… think something's coming out?"
Sliick, sliick…
"It's c-coming…!?"
Squeeze.
As her hand accelerated again and I felt something surge toward my urethra, Seongha — no, the monster — hastily ducked her head and swallowed me to the very root.
With her head buried between my legs, she greedily devoured what burst out of me, and even as she swallowed, she increased the pressure in her mouth, sucking me down like a straw.
That wonderful suction, and the sensation of her outstretched tongue lapping up everything that poured from the tip — it felt so good that the sounds threatened to erupt from my throat all over again.
"Hngk! Hnnnghhh——! Hngk…!"
But the moans that tried to tear free only became a low echo inside me, for the monster clamped her hand over my mouth — a sound no one heard, ringing out for no one.
For a long while, I could neither scream nor move, simply flailing in a sea of pleasure as the monster milked me without mercy.
Even after my orgasm had clearly ended, the monster kept my length cradled in her mouth, sucking and sucking as if demanding more.
Under that relentless insistence, precum along with the semen began to dribble out of me, and her waiting tongue darted up to lick it away the instant it appeared.
For an unmeasurable span of time, all I could do was tremble in the dark, staring helplessly at the back of the monster's head as it lay buried in my lap.
At last the monster slowly raised her head, and an unfamiliar slickness dripped down onto my thighs, drop by drop. With a face drenched in euphoria, she wiped the saliva trailing from her lips with her tongue.
"Kufu… delicious, delicious, delicious, so delicious… Ah… how happy I am."
After savoring the aftermath for a while with that blissful, glazed expression, the monster suddenly seemed to remember something and drew a handkerchief from her bag, carefully cleaning me with it.
"I'm sorry, Oppa. I'll wipe you right up."
The handkerchief was some kind of silk, I think — its soft, downy texture was unlike anything I'd felt before, and it felt wonderful as it gently swept away the mess clinging to my cock. Then, suddenly, her hand stopped.
As my spent, limp length began to stir back to life under her ministrations, she cautiously lifted her eyes to me and murmured:
"…Oppa, just one more time…"
"No!"
At my sharp refusal in a low, firm voice, the monster-turned-Seongha gazed at me with longing eyes, finished wiping me down meticulously, and then the two of us returned to watching the movie as if nothing had happened.
I don't know how Seongha fared, but after such an intense climax, I found it hard to focus on the film at all.
The middle of the movie had been… interrupted, so to speak, so I was coming in partway through the final act without fully grasping the plot — but the last exchange between the hero and the parasites that had invaded Earth was burned into my memory.
"We only wanted to live. We only dreamed of the kind of happiness you humans speak of."
After the parasite's plea, the hero who had cut them down without pause answers:
"Whatever form you take, I have no pity for creatures who survive and seek happiness by trampling others!"
In the end, the parasites that had invaded Earth were wiped out entirely, human society returned to normal, and the film closed on a happy ending.
It was a predictable conclusion — but for me, it carried a weight of meaning I couldn't ignore, and it left me with a strange feeling in my chest.
At the same time, I was curious how Seongha had reacted, so I stole a sideways glance — only to find her gazing at the scrolling end credits with a perfectly blank face.
Seongha — the monster — what could she have been thinking as she watched the final moments of that film?
I'd prided myself lately on being able to read the monster's heart a little. But this time, I couldn't read it at all.
"That was fun."
The monster said it in a matter-of-fact voice as we stepped out of the theater.
"Oh, uh, yeah? Haha… though it did leave me with a weird feeling."
I answered with an awkward laugh, and the monster looped her arm through mine as she continued.
"Knowing that someday, we might go extinct just like the ending of that movie… it made it fun."
At that heavy remark, my face froze solid in an instant, and I had no idea how I was supposed to respond.
The monster glanced at me, and whether she'd read the worry and tangle of emotions on my face or not, she smiled gently and soothed me.
"There's no need to worry, Hyun-ok. Even if every other one of my kind dies, I will never die. I'll be by your side for the rest of your life."
"Hmm… right."
When I answered with a sheepish smile, the monster returned a warm one — then abruptly came to a halt, her expression turning grave.
"…What is it?"
The shift in her atmosphere frightened me a little, and I asked carefully. The monster released my arm and began rummaging through her handbag.
"Oppa, I just remembered somewhere I need to be. I'm sorry, but could you head home first?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, sure… okay."
"Thank you, Oppa. I'll be back soon. And take this with you."
She pulled out the strange doll she had once given me as a gift and held it out. I blinked a few times, then carefully accepted it.
"Is something… wrong?"
When I asked, sensing that something was off, the monster answered with Seongha's smile.
"Nope~ nothing at all. I just… remembered something I'd forgotten, that's all."
"Something you'd forgotten?"
I was still puzzled, but some instinct told me I shouldn't press her any further.
"I'm sorry, Oppa."
"Don't apologize — it's nothing worth bowing your head over. It sounds urgent, so go on. I'll head straight home."
"Yes, thank you. Then… I'll be going."
She bowed her head deeply, and I flustered, waving my hands in protest, but the monster could not quite hide the apology that lingered on her face.
Then she bowed once more and turned to go, and watching her retreating figure, a question that had just occurred to me would not stay unasked.
"Ah — can I ask you one thing?"
"Mm? What is it?"
The monster stopped mid-step and turned her head.
"Back there in the theater — why did you do that? Did you suddenly get hungry or something?"
Whether it was a question she'd never anticipated, or whether even she couldn't understand her own behavior, she blinked rapidly, thinking hard for a long moment before answering slowly.
"…I just… being in the theater with you, Oppa…"
When she looked at me again, her eyes had flushed a vivid red, and she grinned.
"I got turned on."
It made no sense, not when I remembered the monster once saying she had no sexual desire at all.
And yet — just as I was being shaped by her influence, perhaps she, too, was being influenced by me. The thought drifted hazily into my mind.
Watching the monster's back as she walked away, I stood there in a daze, thinking exactly that.