Tears and the Devil's Whisper
Thump, thump…
When the beautiful woman on the bed—her bare skin glinting through a sheer silhouette of clothing—patted the space beside her and invited me to lie down, I felt my heartbeat climbing entirely against my will.
And then there was that gentle voice of hers, warm in a way I had always longed for, stirring my emotions in more ways than one. As if drawn by an invisible thread, I walked over slowly with a trembling heart and lay down with my back to her. Surely Sung-ha had intended for me to lie facing her, but if I had done that, I felt my heart might simply burst.
"Oppa, why are you turned away like that?"
Slide.
Sung-ha whispered into my ear and pulled me into an embrace from behind. The scent of a woman—an unfamiliar, pleasant perfume neither bold nor faint—and skin softer than any man's fused into one and set my senses alight.
Thump! Thump!…
"Hah, nn…"
My heartbeat rose to the point where I worried it might be audible from outside, and a faint but scorching breath spilled from my lips. Let me say it again: I had never been any good around women. Sung-ha was my first girlfriend, but since we'd never even properly held hands, that about summed it up.
"Oppa."
At that sticky, tender voice, I imagined the unknown world about to unfold before me and felt myself slowly stiffening.
"I'm sorry."
"…Huh?"
But Sung-ha's next words swept cleanly past my lewd imaginings, as if mocking them.
"What… do you mean…?"
Confronted with an apology I'd never seen coming, I had no retort—I simply turned over to face her. With our faces close enough to feel each other's breath, Sung-ha was as beautiful as ever, but the expression she wore was brimming with sorrow. Even if it was an act, it looked as genuine and natural as the real thing.
"It's been hard on you, hasn't it? The way I neglected you… calling myself your girlfriend while all I did was use you… I'm sorry."
I didn't know what to say. I understood what the monster before me—what Sung-ha—was trying to say, and what she meant by it. But… but…
The dam of emotion I'd spent a whole year forcing down crackled and surged, and I felt something rising up inside me.
"Everything was my fault. You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, you're the victim here."
"…Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"
The hot something welling up in my chest climbed into my throat, and my voice shook.
"I wanted to apologize. Sincerely."
"Is that… an apology from you as yourself? Or… an apology from Sung-ha?"
"They're the same. Both of them."
"…Hhk… khh…!"
At that single sentence, the tears I'd been holding back burst out before I could stop them.
A whole year. All that time I'd loved her alone, taking wound after wound in silence from a girlfriend who existed in name only and never once repaid me. Of course, that was because I'd played the fool and devoted myself of my own accord, so if I judged it coldly, I didn't entirely have the right to complain.
And still… and still… I had wanted, just a little—even just a little—to have that devotion and one-sided love acknowledged. That wasn't such a greedy thing to ask… was it?
I'd left my hometown and family behind for Seoul, and she was the only person I had a relationship that even resembled a real one. Wanting that much from her couldn't be wrong.
"Khh! Khhhuuk…! Uhh-hh…!"
Once the flood broke, there was no holding it back. My chest ached as if it would tear open, and yet at the same time it felt cleansing, like something long lodged inside was finally coming loose—and I cried, and cried, and cried.
"I love you."
Sung-ha didn't scold me as I clutched my chest and sobbed like a child. She simply wrapped me gently in her arms and stroked my hair. I love you—even if it was a lie, it was the one words I had truly wanted, and she murmured it over me like a lullaby, soothing me.
How long did I cry? It was only after weeping long enough for the tears to dry at the corners of my eyes that I finally stopped, somewhat calm again.
"Done crying?"
"…Yeah."
Embarrassment came flooding in a beat too late, and with it my reason returned—and I realized that at some point I'd ended up buried in Sung-ha's chest, sobbing into it. The moment I registered that I was pressed against a woman's breast—still an overpowering stimulus to a virgin like me—I felt the dead thing down there slowly begin to grow.
"Oppa."
"Y-yeah?"
"Something's touching my thigh… do you know what it is?"
She knew perfectly well what it was and asked anyway, the tease.
"I-I don't know…"
I fumbled out an evasion in my panic, and immediately felt like an idiot for it.
"Really?"
Squeeze.
Sung-ha pressed my head down, burying me deeper into her chest, and whispered thickly through a giggling laugh. "You really don't know? Because I think I do… what it is that's touching my thigh. And why you're so worked up, Oppa."
It was a temptation like a demon's, and I wanted to surrender my body to it without a single thought—but something about it didn't match the Sung-ha I knew, and my mind snapped alert.
"You're… doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Do you hate it?"
The monster shot the question straight back in her original, deadpan tone—so instantly it raised the hairs on my neck.
"No… it's not that… it's just… it doesn't feel like something Sung-ha would do."
Flick.
From within the chest I was buried in, I lifted only my eyes to steal a glance at her—and met a gaze as expressionless as if it had all been a lie.
"That's wrong. Sung-ha has seduced other men in exactly this way before."
"Wha— really…?"
"I don't know how you think of Sung-ha, but she was far more lewd and shameless in her couplings than you imagine. I wouldn't mind telling you about it, but there's a good chance it would disappoint you. Do you want to hear?"
"No…"
"Then you'd rather not know?"
"D-don't ask the person herself about that kind of thing…"
Slide.
"The answer to my earlier question… the correct answer is your cock, Oppa."
Whether she'd taken my flustered reply as a yes, Sung-ha returned to her original tone of voice, slid her hand down before I noticed, and began to caress my length.
"Oppa's cock is so big… so manly…"
Slide, slide…
Sung-ha gently stroked my hardened length through my pants, back and forth, whispering into my ear the whole time.
"Nnh…"
That honeyed voice was about to scatter my mind entirely. I had felt Sung-ha's touch yesterday too, but that had been over in an instant, leaving room for nothing but pleasure—an exception. At its core, that had been a monster's predation, an act far removed from anything like lovers' sex or an exchange of feeling.
"Does it feel good? Oppa… you like my hands, don't you? A woman's hands are so much softer than a man's, you know…"
Slide, slide…
She rubbed the head, then sometimes trailed a finger slowly along the swollen base beneath, toying with me like a plaything as she touched me from every angle.
"Haa… haa… nnh!"
When my breathing grew ragged, Sung-ha slipped her hand inside my pants and took hold of me in earnest, kneading and stroking.
Grab.
"Wh-what—?"
At the same moment, her other hand caught mine and guided it until I was gripping her breast.
"How is it? Soft, right? Nice and supple? What's it like, touching a woman's chest for the first time?"
Just as she said, the breast I'd ended up kneading entirely against my will was soft and pliant, almost addictive—the kind of thing you couldn't stop touching.
Dazed by the string of firsts and the dizzy rush of excitement, I hadn't been watching her face. And there, on Sung-ha's face, was a sadistic smile.
"Answer."
"Nnh!?"
When I hemmed and hawed instead of speaking, Sung-ha squeezed my cock hard for an instant.
"Answer me, Oppa. I… I think I might get hurt, okay?"
This time she put on an openly wounded look and pouted. But her hand kept working my length without missing a beat, holding my pleasure hostage as she pressed me again and again for an answer.
"It… it feels good…"
"Feels good? Right? I like yours too, Oppa—big and hard. It's exactly the kind of cock I love."
Only then did Sung-ha's face brighten, pleased with my answer.
Slide.
As Sung-ha drew down one of her camisole straps, the woman's breast that had been hidden beneath the fabric was bared without a scrap covering it. Perhaps because it was Sung-ha, the first real breast I'd ever seen outside of video had not a single blemish on that skin, and her nipple was a pale pink.
"Knead it however you like. Touch it until you're sick of it. I'll wait as long as it takes, until you've had your fill. I've known all along, by the way—every lewd look you've ever given my chest."
Sung-ha smiled softly. She neither indulged nor pitied my every fumbling first; she simply, warmly, accepted all of it. Emboldened by that, I was able to explore the body of a woman for the first time in my life, touching her here and there without reservation.
"Mm, there. Want to suck on my nipple?"
"C-can I?"
"Any time. My chest is yours alone, Oppa."
I'd been fondling her breasts for a while, trembling with excitement, and at that final declaration—marking me as hers so clearly—something switched on inside me, and I began to suck at Sung-ha's nipple.
Suck… suck!
"You're like a baby…… haa… mm, Oppa, there… a little harder there…"
For the first time, Sung-ha's voice took on heat as if she herself were aroused, and a duty rose in me as a man—I had to excite this woman—and I ravaged her chest without a clear thought in my head. When I considered that she was getting worked up over nothing more than my clumsy fondling and sucking, a sense of conquest and pride welled up in me too.
Sung-ha seized my hair, her voice climbing with excitement—and then, abruptly, she pulled away from me.
"That's far enough… Oppa… you're about to come out, aren't you?"
"Ah…"
Only then did I realize, too late, that something inside my length—still swaying in her grip—was slowly rising, trying to surge upward.
"Not yet, Oppa. Your seed—"
Chu.
"Nnh!"
Facing me, Sung-ha leaned in, sealed her lips around the rim of my ear, and whispered into it, sticky and slow, as if driving the words straight into my brain.
"You have to come inside my pussy. Because your cum, Oppa… is a precious meal to me, you see."