#68. Popcorn
#68. Popcorn
Somehow, through some sniffling and tears, I grudgingly decided to watch this children's movie.
[Fruits Adventure]
But this... why... is it fucking so fun?
Didn't expect a thing since it's for toddlers, but that Peach.
The Peach character really grew on me big time.
Her design is kinda cute too... slurp...
As expected from her looks, they got a voice actress who nails that seductive, melting voice.
Ah. But that dick-shaped Watermelon is hitting on Peach.
No way in hell, Watermelon.
Don't keep pushing with that trash face!
People gotta know their place.
Or not. They're fruits in the movie, right?
Anyway, oblivious to his place, Watermelon kept yapping at Peach without a clue.
I was totally immersed, thinking even the kids watching this would be like, "Wahh. Get that Watermelon away," when...
"Oppa, give me some cola."
Na-eun whispered softly right in my ear.
Oh yeah, we'd agreed to share it, but she'd stuck it on my side.
They say even these little actions are what make up love or whatever.
I thought I should be more careful next time, but my eyes were glued to the screen.
That... that... big and magnificent Banana guy...!
It was right then, as I was watching intently to see if he'd end up with Peach.
The disposable cup hit the floor, ice spilling everywhere.
I turned my head, and Na-eun next to me had apparently spilled it right on her stockings.
This is bad... I knew it shouldn't happen, but the first thought that hit me was...
'Fuck! I only got two sips in!'
That shit cost 3500 won, and I barely had two gulps!
Sure, you could say I'm loaded so why be stingy, but even with good cash flow, chugging cola at 1700 won a sip ain't free...
"Oppa."
Na-eun looked up at me with a super flustered face.
Yeah... she's my girlfriend...
If it was a guy, I'd have cussed him out on the spot, but I nodded like it was no big deal and whispered to her softly.
"I'll grab some tissue and clean the floor, so you go to the bathroom and wash up. That'd be best."
Pretty gentlemanly response, right?
"Oppa. But I'm super sticky right now, so can you grab some wet wipes from my bag?"
Oh. Do girls always carry wet wipes in their bags?
I don't even have tissues on me.
I picked up her bag from the seat in front and pulled out the wet wipes as she directed.
"Here."
Instead of just taking the few sheets I handed her, she started lifting her skirt.
I couldn't yell out loud in case someone saw, so I just stared with eyes popped wide.
"Hey...! Hey...! Han Na-eun...! What the hell are you doing?"
"Ah... well..."
Inside her skirt, on her stockings, there was a clear wet line dividing the soaked part from the dry.
"If I leave it like this, it'll get on my skirt too, so Oppa, can you help me take them off quick?"
Sure enough, the cola was steadily expanding its territory up the stockings.
Is this okay?
Taking off her soaked stockings didn't seem too hard.
But those convos we had at the manga cafe kept replaying vividly in my head.
[No panties under there today?]
Joke or for real?
"Oppa. My arm hurts. Hurry."
Na-eun kept holding up her skirt without a hint of shame.
Luckily, the people in front were too engrossed in the movie.
"Ah. Got it."
Pushed by her urgent voice, I had no choice but to slip my hand under her skirt.
Felt the stocking's waistband.
My heart was pounding.
This is just accident cleanup.
This is just accident cleanup.
Like a cop rushing to a car crash scene, I squeezed my eyes shut and yanked the stockings down in one go.
Na-eun lifted her butt a bit, so they came off super easy.
Once I pulled them down to her calves, she kicked off her shoes and ditched the stockings completely.
She used her foot to wipe the cola off the floor with the still-not-fully-soaked stockings, then turned to look at me.
"Oppa. Now wipe me down with the wet wipes."
"...Can't you do it yourself?"
"If Oppa hadn't dragged his feet, it would've been fine, but now my thighs feel sticky too."
...Blaming me now?
I didn't even hesitate for 30 seconds.
"Got it."
Na-eun lifted her calf a bit to make it easier for me to wipe.
I hunched over and scrubbed her calf clean with the wet wipe.
Na-eun's calf.
Definitely on the slim, dry side, but not like chopsticks.
'Cause her hips and thighs that followed were pretty substantial.
Kinda like Kang Suyeon from [I Imprisoned Her]...
"Oppa. No dirty thoughts."
Na-eun warned me as she lifted her other leg.
"...You stop that. Pervert."
Her legs smelled sweetly of cola.
I knew exactly how sticky and gross it feels to spill soda on your body, so I scrubbed every nook and cranny as best I could.
"Toes are fine without wiping, right?"
"...Oppa wants to touch?"
Na-eun looked down at me with a shady expression.
"No cola there."
"You can touch if you want..."
Feet. Toes.
I've seen readers with that fetish before, but sadly, I'm not deep into that kink.
Of course, I'd milked plenty of chapters out of it in my novel as material.
"Nah. Any sticky spots left?"
Thinking I'd wiped her down enough, I went to grab the stockings she'd bought earlier in the day to hand back.
"...Oppa didn't wipe inside."
Did it get that far in?
"Which side?"
"Bend down a bit more."
Following her direction, I hunched so low I was almost hidden by the seat in front.
Dark theater.
Her skirt's hidden secret started revealing itself in the flickering light from the screen.
And there it was.
Her secret valley, with zero safety barriers.
"...Na-eun. You."
I was straightening up to grab the stockings right then when.
Na-eun stopped me by pressing my head down hard.
"Why aren't you wiping?"
Her whiny voice.
I wanted to scream, "Why the fuck are you walking around without panties, you psycho?!" but this is a theater.
No yelling allowed, and especially not about her going commando.
Forced by her grip, I ended up face-to-face with her privates.
Every time the screen lit up bright, the white curve of her ass under the skirt tormented my patience mercilessly.
"...Oppa."
Na-eun, who'd been just pressing with brute force, now gently stroked my hair.
"I'm worried I'll dirty the seat from now on, so..."
The spot I'd shaved once still had some prickly pubes growing back.
"Oppa, clean it up nicely."
And with that, she pulled my head deep into her skirt.
My nose rubbed right against her pussy.
Sweet cola scent from her thighs.
Thump thump.
[I Imprisoned Her] had theater scenes too.
Of course, no lame details like spilling cola or wiping calves with wet wipes.
Since it was a novel, the theater was empty, and Lee Jin-seong spat shameful lines at the heroines in his ruthless, cynical voice.
In the latest theater episode, he threatened to dump her if she couldn't turn him on more than the adult flick...
So Yoo Soyeon covered Lee Jin-seong's eyes with her tiny hands in the theater and shook her hips like mad, begging him to feel only her body.
In the pitch-black darkness.
Yoo Soyeon endlessly swore obedience to Lee Jin-seong.
And now.
Her pussy, spewing hot heat right in front of me...
I started licking it deliciously.
Once I actually started licking Na-eun's there.
Her body trembled like an aspen leaf.
But now that I'd started, I had no intention of stopping.
Just a few audience members anyway.
Even with CCTV, it'd look like I was just giving my girlfriend a knee-pillow-ish thing.
But reality was...
Jjwap jjwwap.
Na-eun's pussy was already leaking naughty fluids that'd dirty the seat.
We'd already spilled cola; no way we could mess up the seat inside too.
I stuck out my tongue straight and attacked fiercely between her labia.
A little "hic" sound came from above.
Na-eun was probably stifling moans with her hand over her mouth.
I rubbed her swollen clit hard with my nose tip and slurped up her pussy juice with a smack.
A bit bitter, but the thrill I felt right now made even that taste sweet.
Thinking I'd enjoyed enough, I lifted my face out from under her skirt.
I straightened up and looked at Na-eun—yep, her face was...
Sweat beads dotting her forehead.
Slightly flushed cheeks.
She was covering her mouth with one hand like someone watching a horror flick.
"...Na-eun."
"Haa... Yes... Oppa..."
"Wanna eat popcorn?"
"Huh?"
She tilted her head, thinking it didn't fit the mood.
For her who still didn't get it, I kindly demonstrated the next move.
I undid my pants button and shoved a handful of popcorn right into my panties.
Crumbs trickled in beside my already pretty swollen dick.
"Asking once more. Wanna eat popcorn?"
Na-eun's face turned the same shade as the Peach character on screen...
"...Refills too?"
Next date, maybe we hold hands and check into a mental hospital. Us.