Changes (2)

"Nngh, oppa... go slow... you don't have to thrust so hard."

Seoyeoni wiped the sweat from my forehead. She smiled prettily and patted my back reassuringly. I knew she was beautiful. I knew her smile was full of affection. But seeing her look so relaxed made me anxious. Her face was just a little flushed, no heavy panting, no sense that she was losing her mind. It made me more and more desperate. I wouldn't last much longer... I needed her to cum quick...

"Oh yeah, Hyeonwoo oppa said we should meet early tomorrow."

"Hahk, hahk... e-early?"

"Yeah, he said he booked something... I don't know what it is though."

"Th-then... it's a date...?"

"Hng...! A date...? No way! What kind of date..."

Gritting my teeth against the surging jealousy, I thrust into her even harder. Meeting early and going out... that was a date. Especially since he'd gone and booked something.

"B-but oppa...! Be gentle with me..."

She was straining so hard her waist cramped up, grabbing my arm. I wanted to make her feel it quick, but it wasn't working.

"S-sorry... wanna try from behind? On your stomach?"

"Huh? No, you'd get tired... I'll do it on top."

I'd been thinking of trying her favorite doggy style again... but before I could stop her, Seoyeoni climbed on top of me. Of course, this was amazing too, but unlike other positions, it didn't feel like I was doing it. It felt like Seoyeoni was shaking her hips and taking care of everything herself. Still, her moans shifted in a intriguing way.

"Ugh, you like this better these days?"

"Nngh...! I love this..."

Seoyeoni placed her hands on my stomach and started moving her hips. Rubbing back and forth like she was grinding. Drawing small circles. Squeezing my cock tight as she found her favorite spot and rubbed against it. She'd gotten so much better, even without practicing with me. You could tell at a glance. Was she doing this a lot with Hyeonwoo...? Of course... what else would it be. A sharp pain stabbed my chest, but I held it back and lifted my hips to help. Just a little deeper inside...

"G-good...! Oppa, keep doing that..."

She bore down hard, pressing and grinding her hips. My butt and waist went numb, but I had to endure.

"Where are you going with Hyeonwoo...?"

"Hah... ngh! Gangnam...!"

"All the way to Gangnam...? What are you doing there?"

"I-I don't know! No idea...!"

She shook her head side to side, shaking her hips even faster. Not near Hyeonwoo's place in the busy district, but Gangnam... definitely a date.

"Hah, ngh! Hnngh...! Ngh...!"

Before I knew it, Seoyeoni was completely lost in sex with me. Eyes closed, breasts bouncing as she focused on her hips. It was weird how missionary hadn't worked like this, but now it did. Seeing her feel it so well made me happy. I decided to set the jealousy aside for now. I wanted to make her cum for sure.

"Heut, it feels good... oppa's feels so good...!"

Pride swelled through my whole body. She was drunk on my cock, saying it felt good. I thrust up to match her rhythm. Seoyeoni threw her head back, trembling. But her hips didn't stop.

"O-oppa, that's good...! Keep doing it li—like... hn...? Kyaa!"

-Spurt! Spurt!

What...? Did she just use formal speech with me? A strange sense of dissonance flashed through, but it vanished in the love juices she squirted out. The pleasant wetness sprinkled across my stomach.

"Urk."

"Heuk, heuuu..."

I came watching her go, but the timing felt off somehow. Like she hadn't noticed my orgasm... She squirted a few more times and slowly collapsed.

"Oppa... I came..."

The loosened Seoyeoni hugged me tight. My self-esteem surged, tingling down my back. That weird dissonance was forgotten in the pride of success.

"Seoyeoni... isn't that skirt too short?"

"Huh? Doesn't it look cute?"

"No, it does, but..."

Before I could even sit up, Seoyeoni was getting ready to go out. She'd showered, gotten dressed, done her makeup pretty. As she stood and brushed off her skirt, I realized how short it was.

"Your panties are gonna show..."

"Panties? Psh, no way~ They won't show!"

She spun around in front of the mirror. Tugged at the hem and pounced into my arms.

"What? You don't like it? Should I change?"

She said that, but her eyes said she didn't want to. Probably dressed to Hyeonwoo's taste... Seeing her exposed pale thighs twisted my gut. Now I noticed—she'd curled her hair too.

"What about your hair...?"

"Oh! I tried curling it—how's it look?"

With curls in her straight hair, she looked more mature. Sexy, a bit erotic... I liked her straight hair. I preferred flowy, innocent styles over short, clingy clothes like this. She knew that, of course, and dressed that way for me. Or at least, until Hyeonwoo. Now she dolled up like this sometimes. To his taste, not mine...

"O-of course it's pretty..."

"Really? Good~"

My stomach churned, but I said it was pretty. It was, objectively. Just not my taste. Still... it was a date with Hyeonwoo, not me, so it fit. She'd prepped since early morning; no point complaining now.

"When do you have to leave?"

"Hmm, time to head out!"

"Then when will you be back...?"

I pressed down my swelling cock and asked the most important question.

"Meeting early, so probably end early too?"

"Ah..."

"I'll come back early today!"

Seoyeoni smiled brightly. My nausea eased a bit.

"Dinner time...?"

"Hmm~ Probably?"

"Wanna eat together then? I'll make pasta—been a while!"

"Pasta~? Meat sauce?"

I nodded, and excited Seoyeoni clapped.

"Yay, love it!! Oppa hasn't made pasta in forever~!"

"Sound good?"

"Yeah!! Got it, I'll be back for dinner!"

Dates were tough, but ending the night with her wasn't bad. I could endure the day. She glanced at the clock, hugged me tight, and gave a deep kiss.

"Hehe, oppa, your lips got my tint on them. Looks cute?"

She wiped my lips, smiling like "don't worry too much." Her pretty eyes reflected me. I could tell from her gaze. She loved me. Hyeonwoo's taste or mine—didn't matter. The important thing... was she was matching my pace right now.

I'd been worrying she'd be too late when the call came. Clutching my pounding heart, I forced myself to sound casual, like it was no big deal. What else could I say? Pasta was obviously off. I wrapped the prepped ingredients in plastic and shoved them away. The fancy plates I'd set out in excitement went back in the cupboard. Expectations high meant disappointment hit hard. No appetite, so I scarfed instant ramen. Tossed the pathetic trash aside and flopped onto the bed.

"Haa..."

Already nine... Seoyeoni wouldn't be back for at least twelve hours. Could I sleep tonight? My heart was racing; probably not. This waiting was always the worst. Especially today. Unilaterally canceled dinner plans, then suddenly "sleeping over." No contact since. Alone in the dark room, I lay like an idiot, letting my imagination run wild. What had they done today? What were they doing now? Pretty late, so maybe home already. Or since it was a date, maybe a hotel... They'd shower first, probably. Maybe together right now—giggling, playfully rubbing bodies... then sudden arousal as Hyeonwoo groped her pussy. Seoyeoni shy but grabbing his cock. Silently caressing until tumbling to bed...

I pictured it and sighed deeply. At least she hadn't taken anything from the box, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠probably vanilla ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sex. Was that my consolation...? My engorged cock twitched pathetically. Begging for touch in the air.

"..."

I considered jerking but stopped. Saving it for when she got back. Still, things were going well lately. She even squirted for me. Not just Hyeonwoo—I could make her cum too. One regret: she only came in that one position. Not missionary, side, or doggy. Only when she was on top in cowgirl. She'd insisted on top before too. I'd tried hard, but failed. Anyway, we'd broken the dam once—potential was there. Confidence grew, greed too. I wanted to try her favorite doggy next. Sounded dumb, but I searched "how to sex good," "doggy style tips," "make woman cum." Tons of stuff. Yeah... better than jerking and staring blankly. For her and me. I wasn't born like Hyeonwoo; had to work for it.

-Bzzz.

I was scrolling pussy teasing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guides when my phone buzzed. A photo from Hyeonwoo. No message, just the pic. What...? My heart pounded at the unexpected text. Trembling, I opened ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it.

"Ah...?"

My heart dropped. Like a hammer to the head. It was a pussy pic. Close-up filling the screen. Creamy white fluids smeared everywhere. The hole gaped wide, proof it'd just had a cock inside. But I wasn't stunned by the lewdness. I couldn't believe it—rubbed my eyes, looked again. Adjusted position, zoomed in. Pretty pink shape. Faint little mole on the inner thigh by the pussy. No matter how I looked...

It was Seoyeoni's pussy, no doubt. I'd recognize it anywhere...

"..."

No hair. Completely shaved smooth. Bare white where there should be some.