The Favor (2)
"Hng... Oppa~."
Seoyeon melted into my arms with a completely blissed-out face. She nuzzled her cheek against my chest. Buried her nose in my neck and sniffed deeply. She squeezed me tight and peppered kisses all over. Every glance, every little gesture, every movement dripped with affection. Her lovable aegyo filled me with pride and pure happiness.
Seoyeon kept grumbling the whole way home—what kind of oppa acts like that? It wasn't the reaction I'd expected or imagined, but damn, it turned me on in its own way. Hyeonwoo was superior to me in every damn way. Looks, build, even his voice was better. And yet Seoyeon acted like I was the only one for her. What had I done to deserve this kind of love...? Unintentionally, I'd reconfirmed her feelings all over again. I was so happy—what the hell was I missing? Why beg Hyeonwoo for that favor? Maybe my self-esteem as a man was just too damn low. If she kept loving me like this, saying I was the best, I could handle anything from here on out. Dates? Whatever. Netorare? That bullshit request felt pointless now.
Still, one thing nagged at me. What the hell was that thrill in the bathroom? I'd been shocked at how hard it hit me. Guess I had that kink after all. Ha... screw it. I'll just jerk it to porn. Trying to feed my gross urges like that? Even desperate, I must've lost my mind for a sec.
"Oppa, oppa, whatcha thinking about?"
Lost in my head, Seoyeon poked my cheek.
Right. Forget that filthy crap and focus on her. I was too busy admiring how gorgeous she was.
"Nothing. You, Seoyeon? What're you thinking?"
"Me? Oppa thoughts!"
She giggled with that cute aegyo, then slyly groped my dick. She fiddled with my soft, squishy little thing like it was adorable.
"Oppa, got something I'm curious about."
"What?"
"When do you get excited? I mean, I know, but... it's confusing."
She asked super carefully. My ego boost from her, the netorare urges—everything swirled up, but honesty? Tough.
"Just... when I'm tired, it doesn't work great. I'm always excited around you. You're so pretty."
"Hmm... tired a lot?"
"Dunno..."
That "a lot" stung like a thorn. Truth was, I hadn't been that tired.
"Ah, no...! Won't say that stuff."
I clammed up, and she rushed to add,
"Anyway, tired's bad. Wanna try gym with me? Not fun, but doable!"
"..."
"Thought exercise might help... no, it'd be nice together..."
Her trailing voice and wary eyes were heartbreaking. I fixed my face quick and hugged her tight.
"Should we?"
"What? Gym? Yay!! So bored anyway! Muscle couple time! Stamina boost!"
"Yeah, I'll start next month."
"Kyaa~ Love it!!"
She lit up, then got cautious again. Soft throat-clear.
"Ahem. And the tiredness thing..."
"Yeah."
"If too tired, we skip. No pressure lately, right...?"
"...Let go of a lot."
"Yup yup! Don't think it."
Short pause, then her fingers fidgeted on my chest.
"So... from now on, only when you want??"
"Just when I want?"
"Yeah. Thought about it...? Feels right!"
"...When you want?"
"I'll standby! Ready when you are!"
Face flushed shy.
"So I go when I want, you wait?"
"Wait? It's standby!"
She hehe'd cutely.
"Good, right?!"
Ha... she'd agonized too. Gym, her cute fix. Me chasing weirdo shit like a moron... Hers was way cuter. Tease-worthy.
"So you're always open for business?"
"Hey...! What talk? Open what!"
"That's the vibe."
"Different! Just a tiny bit... What! Weird suddenly?"
She nibbled my shoulder—no teasing. Her cuteness got me going.
"Want it now? Ready?"
"Eung? Now...?"
Eyes wide shocked.
"What...? Why so sudden?"
"Dunno, horny?"
"Just came, how...? Wow, magic!"
Even good times took an hour or two post-cum. Surprised me too. She poked in awe.
"Wanna again~?"
"Yeah. Do."
"Kay, ready...! No bad words, oppa."
Playful glare, but voice thrilled. Dick hard for no reason, her excited. Felt good, not deadly. Confidence up. Netorare bullshit unnecessary.
"Dunno. Not into me, or crazy about you, hyung?"
Hyeonwoo swung his leg, whiny.
"Iron wall vibe. First smiled nice, end? Sulky no smile. Damn."
First-time baffled look. Said no interest, but failure bruised ego. I asked, it flopped—odd victory. Maybe wanted this. Desperation mixed excitement, mistaken? Porn hot, real? Insane. Yeah, not that gross. Date with Hyeonwoo? Mad.
"Ha. Seoyeon say much?"
"Nah... not really."
Once, no more plans. Good result. Momentary madness, skip telling.
"...Hyung. Teasing me?"
"What? How?"
"Weird. You push girlfriend meet, she's wall."
"..."
"No deets."
Arms crossed, leg swing. His misread, but guilty twinge. His view? Fair.
"Toyed me on purpose?"
"Hey. No."
Throat clear, casual tone.
"Jokes limited. Drag Seoyeon in? Nah."
"...Yeah."
"Agonized to ask. Not that."
He uncrossed, ruffled hair.
"Ha. Sorry hyung. First time shit..."
"No. My weird ask."
"True, that teary beg no act..."
Recalled my near-sob. Sigh, face rub.
"Hate toy feel. Couple plaything? Not you blame..."
"..."
Hyung guilt. Apologize, forget, erase favor—then,
"Hyung. I'll do proper."
"What? Proper what...?"
"Seduce Seoyeon. Real."
"..."
Proper? Speechless.
"You begged hard, one-shot end? No."
"Ah... Hyeonwoo."
"Better you too? Proper."
Emphasized proper. Proper how? Method? Gross thrill up spine.
"How...?"
"Dunno. No threesome. Awkward, fake."
"..."
Say stop, no need—mouth stuck. Bathroom rush. Her and him. Cafe laughs, restaurant hahas. Crazy. But... her "weird oppa" grumble, tight hug only me. Okay...? Her rejection boosts ego again. Not bad. Fantasize dirty, she runs badmouthing him, ego fill. Sorry Hyeonwoo, solid. He'll quit. Apologize, meal.
"Hyung, solo meet? Hobbies, likes, spots?"
Her new gym flashed. Prettier for me, last week... Brain sharp now.
"...Seoyeon gyms lately."
"Gym? Where?"
"Big one station."
"Mine front?"
"Yeah... yours."
Officetel there. Meaningless, heart pounds.
"Sweet."
"..."
"Tell gym times. Proper this time."
Proper... What hoping? Nausea, silent nod.