Irreversible (3) - Sleepless Night of Dread
I stayed up all night, eyes wide open. No word from Hyeonwoo, who wasn't picking up... and Seoyeoni's phone still turned off. He'd promised to send her home right away when I demanded it, but for some reason, he didn't keep his word. Worse, all contact had just... cut off.
Nausea surged up, and I clutched the toilet, retching. Then I called Hyeonwoo. Tried Seoyeoni too. Just the automated message that the power was off, and there I was, getting hard all alone. Like a pathetic loser, I jerked off, then buried my face in the pillow, clutching my limp dick. Eyes bloodshot, I checked my phone obsessively through the night, waiting for a sign.
They must've had too much to drink. Nothing happened—probably just passed out like last time. Phone's dead battery. Forgot to charge 'cause they crashed. She'll text as soon as she wakes up. Hyeonwoo's just teasing me. Knows I get off on this shit.
Self-delusions like that ate up the hours. One a.m., two, three... Even at dawn, no news from either of them, and the nausea hit again. My dick stiffened right back up. Drowning in that sick arousal, I jerked off like an idiot again. All night, just that loop.
In the end, Seoyeoni didn't come home last night. I stared blankly at the lightening window. What the hell should I do? What had I done?
We'd agreed: just until today. I'd made up my mind, but why did this have to happen today of all days... Rage boiled up at Hyeonwoo, impossible to swallow. He'd already crossed the line, but if nothing happened, I could forgive it. If nothing happened with Seoyeoni...
"…"
Forgive? Me forgiving Hyeonwoo? What a joke. Forgiveness changes nothing, and neither does refusing it. I don't have the guts to punch him or throw down. All I can do is spit some curses. And if he growls back that I'm going too far, I'd clam up like a coward. That's me.
We play at hyung and dongsaeng, but our "friendship" is totally in Hyeonwoo's hands. If he drops the casual banter, that's it. If he stops calling me hyung, poof—gone.
It never should've been Hyeonwoo. Someone I could control... Hell, I never should've started this at all.
Seoyeoni's the only one I can trust. If she'd draw the line, that'd be best. But memories of her fake excuses—and how hard they got me—kept flooding back. If she did it out of love for me... thinking it was for us... forcing herself to try...
Fuck. I'm such a loser. Should've just stuck to porn and fapping. Why the hell did I think I could pull this off in real life...
"Haa..."
Still, nothing's certain. It's all in my head. Maybe it's a huge nothingburger, leaving me this empty. Clinging to that desperate hope, I dialed Seoyeoni again.
"Hello?"
"Seoyeoni...!! What happened? Where are you right now???"
"Yeah... I'm at the front door. Heading up now."
Moments later, Seoyeoni shuffled in, looking utterly drained. I pulled her into a crushing hug. Her usual scent was gone, replaced by faint traces of Hyeonwoo's cologne—and something new I'd never smelled before punching through. What the...? Perfume? No way... body wash?
"O-oppa, can't... breathe..."
I scanned her frantically. No obvious changes. But even locking eyes with me, she seemed lost in thought, adrift somewhere else. Like she'd pulled an all-nighter?
Questions burned in my throat.
"What happened last night? Where were you all night?"
"...Hyeonwoo oppa's place."
"Oh... you stayed over?"
"Yeah, pretty much..."
She hesitated a split second, then smoothed her expression.
"Oppa, I'm beat... Can I crash a bit?"
"Crash...? Uh, y-yeah. Go ahead, lie down."
"Thanks."
She wobbled to the bed. A tiny grunt escaped as her thighs trembled. Thighs? Why...? My mind went blank.
"Oppa, hold me..."
Her dazed face reached for me. I snapped to, wrapping her up. She burrowed in, wriggling close.
"Y-you're really sleeping? Then at least wash up first..."
"Mmm. Washed already... it's fine..."
Her voice dripped exhaustion and sleep. The heavy body wash scent wasn't my imagination. What the hell did she do that made her shower? What kept her up all night? And those shaking thighs...?
She was out cold in seconds, breathing softly. I stared down at her, numb. My thoughts kept circling to the worst. I tried rationalizing, forcing optimism... but the nausea crashed in. I swallowed it down, over and over. My heart felt like it would burst.
"Oppa..."
Even after waking, Seoyeoni stayed blank for ages. Finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Am I... dirty?"
Tears choked her words.
"What? N-no... Dirty? Why would you be dirty, Seoyeoni?"
"No! Don't... just stay like this... Don't look at my face..."
I tried to see her, startled, but she gripped my arm tight.
"But it's true. I am dirty."
"No, you're not! Why say weird shit like that? Never. You've never been dirty."
She burst into sobs. My chest soaked with her tears. Seoyeoni crying, asking if she's filthy... That question, one I'd never heard from her, twisted my heart like a vise. Every word, every move chipped away at my "maybe not" hopes.
I crushed her to me, barely stifling dry heaves.
"Seoyeoni..."
She flinched in my arms. I wanted to see her face, but she hid.
"You're all I have, oppa..."
"I know. I know."
I wanted to believe it was an act for me, but it didn't feel scripted. Doubt hardened into certainty. Lies don't run this deep. She wouldn't fake it this hard.
"You really don't think I'm dirty?"
"...Never. Absolutely not."
"But even now... sob, even now..."
"…"
"I really... I really..."
Choking sobs cut her off. She burrowed deeper, banging her head against me. I soothed her to stop, but she wouldn't.
What were you gonna say? What are you thinking of right now...?
"Oppa..."
After an eternity of self-loathing, she called out, resolute.
"I want to do it."
"Huh...?"
"I want to. With you, oppa."
She wiped her tears, tugging my arm.
"D-do it...?"
"Yeah. You can do it, right, oppa?"
She yanked off my pants and underwear. My dick sprang out; she gripped it, stroking the leaking precum like it was a relief. Then she hugged me fierce.
"S-Seoyeoni..."
"I'm okay, so do it. Whatever you want, as rough as you like."
"…"
"Should we skip this too? You like it raw, right?"
Desperation laced her voice.
"J-just like this...?"
"Yeah. I'm fine..."
She spread her legs wide, lifting her hips invitingly. My throat burned; I swallowed hard. Slowly, I pushed into her twitching pussy.
"Ah..."
Not the familiar grip. A spine-chilling new sensation—like nothing I'd felt before. Sure, it clenched tight right after, kneading my dick... but that split-second told the truth. It wasn't parting tight walls. It was too easy... no resistance, just...
"G-good... Deeper, all the way."
"A-all the way?"
"Mmm..."
Her legs hooked my waist, yanking me in. Gritting my teeth, I thrust with all I had.
"Hng... A bit more, just a little more..."
"S-Seoyeoni, I..."
Even straining full-out, her legs crushed me closer, my back aching. I hesitated, pained; she stared blankly up, then fixed her face quick.
"O-oppa... Then move? You can go harder today..."
I slammed in hard enough to make her pale tits jiggle. Pulled back as she twitched. Slammed again. Was I too rough...?
"Haa, haa..."
Only my panting filled the quiet room. She just gazed up, eyes pleading.
"Hng...! J-just a bit more..."
"Urk."
"Good... Harder, please..."
I was at my limit—couldn't go more—but she begged for it, voice desperate, pussy clenching rhythmic, legs pulling vicious. The pistoning, the squeeze—it built fast.
"Urk, gonna cum..."
"C-cumming...? No! Don't cum...!"
Shocked, she released her legs. I yanked out, clenching my abs hard. On the edge, my dick spasmed wildly.
"Y-you okay...? Didn't cum, right?"
"Urk, yeah..."
"If it's too much... Want me on top?"
I nodded dumbly. She straddled me, grabbing my dick obscenely. Lined it up, sank down slow. I'd never seen her this forward—no, desperate. Like she was praying for something.
"Haa... Oppa..."
A sigh-like moan this time. She pressed down hard, grinding deep.
"Good... Keep going like this..."
She rocked tentative at first, watching me. Then faster, wilder. The lewd motion surged the urge again.
"Urk, Seoyeoni..."
"Hng, urgh, oppa don't cum...? Hold it..."
"I-I..."
She twisted side-to-side, bucked front-back, milking me frantic. No holding back. I clenched desperate, but the pleasure overwhelmed.
"N-no, can't... Gonna cum...?"
"Heut...? No! O-oppa! Wait...!"
She felt it too—pushed my chest, pulled off. Too late.
"Urk, ugh."
My dick spurted into empty air. Thick white ropes splattered just before her spread pussy. Pitiful somehow. Seoyeoni stared down, dazed. Watched the cum pool on my stomach, then bowed her head.
"…"
She collapsed beside me, crumbling like a puppet cut loose.