Two Bitches (1)
Minjun oppa was waiting for me with bloodshot eyes. He looked so expectant, but I was just too exhausted to do anything. I gave him a kiss and passed out.
How long had I slept? A insistent kiss roused my groggy body. I stroked his swollen cock, sucking it diligently. At the same time, I told him about what happened with Hyeonwoo oppa. Of course, I didn't tell him everything. Swallowing Hyeonwoo oppa's cock whole. The pile of cum-filled condoms. The bath afterward. He would definitely get excited, but I decided to hold off on those for now. It was just too hard to say them out loud.
Even stories of ordinary sex get him going. As I took him inside me and kissed him, I recounted my sex with Hyeonwoo oppa. It had become so routine now. And right now, as he listened intently to my story, shaking his hips, his reactions were growing more intense bit by bit.
"You did it one more time with Hyeonwoo oppa like that…!"
"Ugh, ungh."
"At the end, even he seemed to be holding back… I came, but he just kept going…"
Oppa sped up his thrusts. Every time I spoke, he let out ragged breaths and pounded harder. Without me even trying, he got aroused just from my words. I kept taking him as I wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. Seeing him love it made me happy too. His excitement fueled mine. The feeling of him trying so hard for me was amazing.
It was good… definitely good… but that was all. Honestly, it hurt a little. I liked the roughness and the force up to a point, but with oppa, it felt awkward and painful. Hyeonwoo oppa was much stronger… He thrust way harder when he entered me, so I couldn't figure out where the difference came from. Still, I couldn't let it show. He was trying so hard—sweating, arms trembling—I couldn't say it hurt.
There was a faint pleasure, enough to endure. Feeling that subtle pleasure mixed with a stinging pain, I hugged him tight.
"Even after checkout time passed, you wouldn't finish… The front desk called?"
"Unh, uungh…!"
"I-I answered it, but you just kept going deep… Even while I was talking…"
The word deep hooked Minjun oppa again. Every time I said deep, hard, intense—anything like that—he twitched. Like he was trying to prove something to me, he moved his hips harder, deeper.
I didn't want to compare… Comparing was really bad, but I couldn't help comparing Hyeonwoo oppa and him. It was still fresh since I'd been with Hyeonwoo oppa until this morning. And thinking back on it for oppa's sake made it even more vivid. I didn't want to, but the comparisons were inevitable.
Oppa couldn't last till the end. He grunted, struggling, but he just flailed around at the entrance. The sense of being filled was the same. Unlike Hyeonwoo oppa, who filled me so completely it took my breath away, oppa couldn't give me that. It felt lacking, empty. The only similarity was hardness… but even that fell short. He didn't fill me up to begin with, so it all faded.
My mind kept wandering. I wanted to focus only on oppa, but stray thoughts kept creeping in.
"Ugh, Seoyeoni…"
Minjun oppa panted harder, moaning. I could sense instinctively that the end was near. I snapped back and locked eyes with him. It probably wouldn't happen today either. I'd felt it once or twice before… but it had been a while since I last came with oppa.
"S-Seoyeoni! I'm gonna cum…?"
"Mhm, do it."
Tension flooded his body, and the thing inside me twitched. Short and thin, it spasmed, spurting something out. Even the finale was compared. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop.
"Ugh, ungh…!"
Still… this moment was the best. The pleasure deepened a bit, that frustrating almost-there feeling. Looking up at him, I clenched hard down there, trying to cum too.
"Haa…"
Soon enough, he collapsed on me like his strength had drained away. Nothing like Hyeonwoo oppa, who throbbed for ages—the time and volume were worlds apart. Is that all…? The thought circled my mind. I patted his back soothingly and swallowed it down.
"Wait…! I'll wipe you down there—it's so wet…"
"…Mhm."
I couldn't cum properly with oppa anymore. The constant comparisons. And getting embarrassingly soaked. This was another change from sex with Hyeonwoo oppa. Oppa came back with a damp towel, gently cleaning me up. It still felt insufficient, like it didn't want to end, leaking more. I bit my lower lip, trying to calm my body, staying still.
"Hoo…"
Oppa let out a satisfied sigh and hugged me tight. Stroking me as he caught his breath, he must've enjoyed it. Yeah… that was fine. If oppa was satisfied, I was happy. Of course, purely in terms of physical, sexual pleasure, it was lacking. Severely so. But with oppa, I got emotional fulfillment. Knowing he was pleased. That he got excited holding me. That he showered me with love. Hugging like this made me happy. With oppa, this was enough. I think this is what matters most. We love each other.
As long as I feel his love in sex, physical pleasure doesn't matter. It can be a little lacking.
"Seoyeoni… Mmph…?"
I kissed him. Pouring my heart into it, rolling my tongue soft and tender. He'd once asked me not to kiss during sex. Now I got why. It felt like we were truly connected. This… you have to do it with someone you love.
Pulling back, I wiped the corner of his mouth, and a sudden question popped up.
"Oppa, how much does this take up in our relationship?"
"What do you mean…?"
"This. What we just did."
"The kiss?"
"No, sex…"
He looked surprised, pondering. Looking up at him, I realized it wasn't really a question for him—it was something I wanted to say. To him. And to myself.
"I think it's less than 1%."
"Huh…?"
"It's just… it has nothing to do with loving each other."
Minjun oppa stared blankly. It felt like a vow to myself. But it's true. Even if it feels lacking, it doesn't affect our love. I love oppa, so it doesn't matter if I don't feel it. I didn't fall for him because of sex to begin with. Sure, he showed me my first time. Taught me what sex was, that it was something pleasurable for lovers… but now, it doesn't matter. Loving each other is way more important.
"…"
Whether he understood my heart or not, down there still squirmed, feeling insufficient. I squeezed that silly thing tight and hugged oppa.
Sex is less than 1% in our relationship. As long as I feel loved and can love him back, I don't need more. I'm happy right now. Nothing's missing, nothing lacking. I burrowed into his arms, repeating it to myself over and over.
I swallowed hard and tore my gaze from the mirror. It'll be fine, right…? It was the lingerie Hyeonwoo oppa picked for me. He said it'd suit me perfectly, and sure enough, here it was. There should be fabric covering where it touches, but there's none. Barely any cloth at all. Just straps. The matching bra was the same… It barely covered the essentials, top and bottom. It wasn't made for function—just to show off to a man.
"Haa."
Still, today… I put on the dress and cardigan I'd coordinated last night and left the house. Nearly two weeks had passed since that day. I hadn't seen Hyeonwoo oppa at all. He canceled our evening plans, saying he was busy, even the nights I'd sleep over. He didn't call me out separately either. I casually asked Minjun oppa, but he just brushed it off, making me feel like I was the weird one. Time just slipped by.
In that time, my period started and ended. I wondered if it was because of that, so I hinted it was over, but no response. Then last night. He suddenly messaged asking if tomorrow worked, to come over and stay two nights. I was so excited I barely slept. Honestly… super honestly, it had been rough.
Not seeing Hyeonwoo oppa meant more time with Minjun oppa naturally. Talking, walking, doing chores together. Outings, movies, good food—from morning to night with him was great. All good, except one thing. Since that hotel day, I hadn't cum even once. We had sex plenty, of course. Oppa wanted it even more than usual, so almost every day except my period. Even days where we did it multiple times all day long. But I never came. Not even close—just foreplay and done. I wondered if this was what pent-up frustration felt like. I'd felt it before when oppa struggled, but not this bad.
It popped up first thing waking. Eating, showering, cleaning—sudden urges in daily life. On dates, talking with oppa, even right after sex with him. No relief, so I tried porn and masturbating for the first time. Even alone after parting with oppa. Sex or masturbation whenever, but it was useless. No matter how many times, the frustration didn't ease—it just built up. That itchy, deep-in-my-gut tickle. Desperate to release but couldn't. I was going insane. Honestly, it was torture. I resented Hyeonwoo oppa for no reason, even Minjun oppa.
"…"
But now it's fine. I'll forgive him. All the hardship and agony would melt away. Standing in front of Hyeonwoo oppa's place, I checked the mirror one last time. I'd fixed my makeup several times on the way, but I reapplied tint anyway. Fussed with my hair, straightened my clothes meticulously. I look pretty. Not totally my style, but enough for Hyeonwoo oppa to like.
Heart pounding with excitement, I pressed the doorbell.
*ding-dong*
It was a place I'd been many times, but today my heart raced extra. And two nights… How much would we do? Hope there're enough condoms? Stupid thoughts as I waited, heart thumping, for him to open.
Finally, a click, and the door swung open.
"Huh…?"
"You're here?"
I wanted to jump into his arms yelling Oppa!… but the one who opened the door was Minjeong unnie.