Netorase Play (2)

I ended up coming back here again. Minjun oppa on his knees on the floor, tears streaming down his face as he clutched my feet. I couldn't bear to watch anymore—my heart hurt so much that I just gave in and said okay. Now I don't even know what's what anymore. My own efforts didn't work, counseling at the hospital didn't work. Is this really the only way...? I can't think of anything else.

"Come on in, it's been a while."

Hyeonwoo oppa greets me. Our eyes meet, and I flinch without meaning to. First time seeing Hyeonwoo oppa since that day. He's still so handsome, still so cool, but something feels different.

"…"

Hyeonwoo oppa sits on the sofa. I'd expected him to casually tell me to sit like always, but he says nothing. He just watches me. His changed vibe makes my body shrink back.

"You ghosted me on your own again?"

"Hic, y-yes…?"

"You get what you need and cut contact, then reach out when you need something again."

"Ah…"

"How do you think that makes me feel?"

Hyeonwoo oppa stares at me with a cold voice. The atmosphere has definitely shifted. It's a little scary, makes me tremble, words won't come out easily.

"Stand in front of me."

"Pardon? Uh, where…?"

"I said stand straight in front of me."

I flinch and stand in front of Hyeonwoo oppa. Him lounging on the sofa, me standing there like an idiot. Awkwardness floods in. I get that he's pissed, but what is this?

The heavy mood makes me fidget without thinking.

"Don't move. Stand straight."

Hyeonwoo oppa commands in a cold, icy tone. I quickly clench my fists and tense my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠legs. It reminds me of how he talks to Minjeong unnie. Exactly that voice and manner.

"So, what do you think? You come when you need me, toss me aside when you don't."

"Ah... I-I..."

"Not the first time, second time now—how shitty do you think that feels?"

I flinch and tremble again at the low curse. I look up at Hyeonwoo oppa in shock, then quickly drop my eyes. I can't meet his gaze. I shouldn't.

"What do you think?"

"S-sorry, oppa…"

"Sorry?"

"Ah, no! I'm sorry…!"

I fumble to correct myself, and Hyeonwoo oppa crosses his legs. Even that tiny movement makes me twitch like an idiot.

"T-the truth is, I was so shocked back then... and I felt so bad for Minjun oppa, so..."

"Do you really have anything to feel sorry for Minjun hyung about?"

"Pardon?"

"What did that Minjun hyung tell you to do today?"

"Ah…"

I shut my mouth like I'd swallowed honey. Hyeonwoo oppa knows, and so do I. My heart starts pounding.

"Can't hear you?"

"N-no...! He... said to come do it with you, oppa…"

"Do what?"

"T-that thing…"

"You already forgot? I told you not to say 'this' or 'that'—speak clearly."

I hadn't forgotten. He said when I talk like that, don't beat around the bush or stammer—say it straight. He hates vague words like 'this' or 'that'...

Hyeonwoo oppa watches me silently, tapping his crossed leg. I jolt at the small gesture and answer quickly.

"C-come... have sex with you, oppa…"

"Yeah, good girl."

"…"

"Minjun hyung wants you to fuck me, so what's there to feel sorry about to him?"

"B-but still…"

"So. Seoyeoni, why'd you come here today?"

My body freezes at Hyeonwoo oppa's question. I came because of his desperate plea, but... I don't know. I hate lying, hate the guilt, hate this weird anticipation. I just want to let it all go. Can't he just make me do it like last time...?

I don't get why he knows everything but still wants me to say it out loud. I just want to be dragged along helplessly, pretend I can't resist. That would be so much easier on my heart...

"Not answering?"

"I-I...! Came to do it with you... Ah, no, came to have sex with you, oppa…!"

"…"

"Minjun oppa begged me... since that's what you want, for your sake…"

I add in a trembling voice, and Hyeonwoo oppa looks at my face. Afraid our eyes might meet, I bow my head deeply.

"Good. But is that all? Nothing else?"

"…Nothing. That's everything."

I tightly hide the feelings buried deep inside. Saying it's for oppa with emphasis actually eases the guilt a bit.

Hyeonwoo oppa, who'd been watching me, finally speaks.

"I can tell just by looking. Take off your clothes."

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"Pardon…??"

"Take off your clothes. Everything, down to your ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠underwear."

"R-right now…? No, here…?"

"Ha. Is my instruction hard to understand? We'll start by fixing that habit of questioning me."

"N-no…!"

I look down at my trembling body. I'd imagined this nonstop since last night, but not like this. Better if oppa undressed me. Or even if I do it, changing in the bathroom and coming out would be way...

"Strip."

Hyeonwoo oppa commands in a low, quiet voice. My hand moves to my clothes without thinking. What is this...? He's not yelling or forcing me, but it feels like I'm being crushed. Overwhelmed by his low voice, cold tone, heavy atmosphere.

"Hic…"

With shaking hands, I undress. Hyeonwoo oppa's gaze pierces me in my underwear. I'm going crazy... If only he'd tell me how to do it, but he just watches silently.

I stand there clueless, then fold my clothes neatly on the floor since I have to do something.

"…"

I stand back up hesitantly, and our eyes meet. He gives a small chin gesture, like finish stripping.

"O-oppa…"

No answer. He just watches, but it feels like a whip cracking. With trembling hands, I reach for my bra clasp.

A cool sense of release as the bra snaps off and falls. My breasts are fully exposed in front of Hyeonwoo oppa.

"Don't cover them."

Overwhelmed by shame, I try to cover up, but he stops me. My hands wander with nowhere to go, finally clenching at my panty sides. Weirdly, my nipples harden stiffly. He must see it clearly... The humiliation swells even more. I tense my toes, grip my hands tighter. But there's still the big one left. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sneak a glance at Hyeonwoo oppa, but he's expressionless. No mercy for hesitation. I feel like I just need to strip fast.

"Hic... Uh, ngh…? Kyaa!"

Pulling down my panties, a silver thread stretches from inside. I snap it in shock, but Hyeonwoo oppa saw everything.

"O-oppa…! This is…"

"Finish stripping and stand straight."

Calm as if he'd expected it. I check inside my panties—they're soaked and stained. No idea when it happened. I quickly hide it in my bra cup and wobble back in front of Hyeonwoo oppa.

His gaze stabs every naked inch of me. So humiliating, so embarrassing... but strangely, my lower belly pulls tight. Down there throbs too. Just like when I'm aroused.

"Turn around."

After staring long, Hyeonwoo oppa gives another shameful order. Turning my back makes it worse. Not knowing where he's looking sends prickles everywhere. At the same time, something ticklish inside my thighs. Like something dripping down...

"Ah…!"

Too shocked, I wipe it with my palm. Slick fluid coats my hand.

"Even more than I thought."

"N-no, this is…"

"Come here."

He pats his thigh like sit.

"Heut…? Mmph…"

Suppressing my shame, I climb onto oppa's lap, and he kisses me. He grabs my shoulders; I freeze briefly, then melt away sweetly. Shame and humiliation dissolve in that sweet kiss.

"Spread your legs."

Between kisses, his low, thick voice slips in. He kisses so well. My mind blanks, and I just obey whatever Hyeonwoo oppa says.

"Yeah, heut…? Hic! Chup... Chuuurp…"

I spread my legs slightly, and a big hand dives into my soaked folds. Thick, large fingers instantly find the good spot and rub. Circling, grinding lightly. Pressing firmly now and then. He knows a woman's body too well. Focus on the kiss, and ecstasy rises from below. Distracted down there, he rolls his tongue to pull me back into the kiss. Sometimes both at once... His skilled kisses and caresses make my head spin. Same kisses and touches as before, but why so different? My deep belly aches from the pull. Wet, lewd squelches start below.

"Heut... O-oppa…"

Silver threads stretch and snap between Hyeonwoo oppa and me. Shame and humiliation long forgotten. With a dazed face, half-lidded eyes, I gaze at Hyeonwoo oppa. I feel like an idiot. My empty head fills only with the desire to do it.

"You like me fingering your pussy? Want to fuck too?"

I nod eagerly up at Hyeonwoo oppa. Yeah, I want to. It's been so long since that day—I held back too much. I want to feel it again like then.

"Call Minjun hyung first."

"C-call…?"

"Tell him you're about to do it. You're doing this for Minjun hyung, right, Seoyeoni?"

"Ah…"

Mention of Minjun oppa snaps me back a bit. I'd slightly forgotten it was for him.

"Right?"

"Y-yes…! Y-yeah! I'm doing it for oppa…"

"So call him first. Make him happy since it's for him. He'll love it."

Is that so...? My head won't turn properly. Honestly, I still don't fully get what parts turn Minjun oppa on beyond netorase.

"Th-then what do I say…?"

"Tell him you're about to fuck me. Then hang up. That'll be enough—Minjun hyung will handle the rest."

"…"

Hyeonwoo oppa dials Minjun oppa. Like he'd been waiting, it connects before even one ring. I snatch the phone in surprise.

Hyeonwoo oppa abruptly hangs up and tosses my phone aside.

"Good girl. Shall we go?"

It cut off too suddenly... Uh... but I did tell him I arrived safely... I follow Hyeonwoo oppa into the bedroom.