#69. Detachable
#69. Detachable
Popcorn...
Had I ever craved popcorn this badly in my life?
Accepting Oppa's urging, I started pulling his pants down to his thighs just like that.
If anyone in the seats right in front of us suddenly stood up and turned their head our way, they might even catch a glimpse of the tip of Oppa's glans.
This was all just a safety measure to prevent accidents, after all.
First, I picked up the popcorn that had slipped inside Oppa's underwear with my mouth.
I could feel the sweet caramel scent spreading in my mouth.
My mouth was still full of popcorn crumbs that hadn't gone down my throat yet.
But this would make for a pretty good sauce in its own way.
I shoved Oppa's dick straight into my mouth, grains and all.
Wouldn't it feel like some kind of scrub soap?
The more I rolled my tongue around, the more I could feel Oppa's lower half twitching harder than usual.
I felt proud.
These primal reactions proved I was an outstanding woman better than a hundred words of praise saying I was doing well.
"Puha."
When I pulled Oppa's thing out of my mouth for a moment, his now even bigger cock glistened under the screen's light.
The shaft, slathered in saliva, had popcorn kernels stuck here and there.
If there are this many crumbs left, it's gonna feel sticky later...
Oppa, who'd endured the discomfort and devoted himself for my sake.
Wasn't this love?
How many guys out there would stuff popcorn in their underwear for their girlfriend?
With a satisfaction that filled my heart endlessly, I rubbed my cheek against Oppa's dick.
My makeup might smudge a bit, but who cared about that.
"Na-eun-ah."
Oppa's twisted smile.
"Who said to take a break."
With those words, Oppa grabbed the back of my neck and shoved his dick right back into my mouth.
Uweop.
As expected, Oppa's fully erect cock was no easy opponent.
It was so huge it was hard to breathe properly.
Even as my breathing got tougher and tougher, the thrill of the situation was intense.
What if the lights suddenly came on and the movie stopped right here?
The floor covered in cola and popcorn guts, and a girlfriend diligently sucking her boyfriend's cock.
If someone snapped a quick photo, this would be social suicide beyond some eat-and-dump obsessed chick.
It might even make the 9 o'clock news.
Then the two of us would be ruined for good.
We'd never get a proper resume into a company, and we probably couldn't even visit family for the holidays.
But on the flip side, wouldn't our bond grow even tighter?
Like two people stranded on a deserted island, relying on each other and living a life of love.
Oppa's big hand gripped my hair and forced me to swallow his cock down to the root.
My head felt starved of oxygen.
Dry heaves started rising from my throat.
Sensing I was suffering, Oppa let go of his hand.
"Haa... haa..."
When I pulled the dick out of my mouth, my tear glands were wet, blurring my vision.
"Han Na-eun."
"...Yes?"
"Clean it properly."
Oppa looked down at me with an irritated expression.
"You left the popcorn such a mess—how are we supposed to come back to the theater like this?"
Why is he so...
Why is he so...
Like Lee Jin-seong?
Oppa's expression and tone right now felt just like Lee Jin-seong had jumped straight out of the novel into reality.
Thump thump.
My heart started pounding like I'd just run a 100-meter dash.
Cleaning... I need to clean fast...
I didn't fully get what Oppa meant by "cleaning."
Did he mean suck up the popcorn dust still in his underwear?
Or lick off the kernels stuck to his dick again?
With no time to waste, I buried my face in Oppa's underwear first.
Determined not to leave a single crumb, I licked his underwear frantically.
From the inside of his thighs to under his balls—anywhere my mouth and tongue could reach, I shoved the crumbs into my mouth.
Then I lifted my head to check Oppa's reaction.
"...Better."
Oppa didn't give me any warm words like 'Good job' or 'You did well.'
A lukewarm expression.
"Now that. Swallow it all. Na-eun-ah."
Since we were still in the theater, Oppa just whispered to me in a low voice.
Popcorn.
It was definitely sweet and tasty food, but the stuff I had in my mouth right now tasted a little different.
It felt like it had picked up a slightly musky flavor from rolling around inside Oppa's underwear.
I worked my mouth around and stuck out my tongue to show him I'd excellently completed his mission.
"Good job. Thirsty?"
Oppa reached out and picked a pubic hair off my mouth.
...So sweet.
"It's dry."
I'd scarfed down all that popcorn without any drink, so yeah, my throat was parched.
"Can't leave any behind?"
Of course not, Oppa.
Why would I waste it when I love it so much?
Bending over so deep my back nearly folded, I took Oppa's dick into my mouth.
The bulging veins here and there signaled he wasn't far from cumming.
Oppa shook my head around like it was a masturbation toy.
And soon enough.
"Uuweop!"
A super warm liquid flooded my mouth.
A massive load.
If I'd let my guard down even a little, I wouldn't have been able to hold all of Oppa's cum in my mouth.
I stayed still until the twitching of his dick stopped, waiting for him to finish.
Sensing it would spill the second I opened my mouth, I clamped my lips shut right as I pulled out the cock.
Oppa slumped in his seat, looking satisfied with his orgasm.
"...Swallow."
At Oppa's one word, I gulped down the cum into my throat.
The thick, sticky liquid slid down.
No need for protein shakes from now on.
Even though it was clearly winter, sweat beaded on our foreheads inside the theater.
With the drinks gone, there was no need to lower the middle armrest.
I casually leaned my head on Oppa's shoulder like nothing had happened.
"...Oppa."
"...What."
I'd called his name out of pure happiness.
But Oppa's response sounded kinda drained.
"Fun movie?"
"...Dunno. Lost track from the middle because of you."
...Well, true—he'd been way too into that kiddie movie, even by my standards.
"You were really watching that?"
"Yeah. Shut down your horny demon and watch again—you'll say it's fun for sure."
Jeez. I couldn't help but snort in disbelief.
"Then let's come back to see it again later."
"You're banned from popcorn. And cola. In theaters from now on."
"Why popcorn? I didn't even play with it."
You're the one who stuffed it in your underwear and made me eat it.
"Dunno. Banned anyway. No eating in movie theaters."
Minho Oppa was making weird date rules with a total post-nut clarity face.
"Oppa. But if no outside food, doesn't that mean you gotta leave this behind too if you wanna watch movies with me?"
I poked with my finger at the spot where I figured Oppa's dick was.
"Ah. That's detachable."
...Oppa. Is your dick just like a fuzzy hat clipped onto a parka or something?
"Then doesn't that make me totally banned from entry?"
I pressed my chest even closer to Oppa's arm as I asked.
Oppa looked down at me with an annoyed face.
I just clung even tighter to his arm to smooth over the awkwardness.
"...From next time, wear a chastity belt to the theater."
...Looks like my boyfriend wasn't all there either.
In the end, unable to follow the movie, we didn't stick it out to the finish and headed out.
"...Underwear's soaked."
Oppa's undies apparently still had my saliva undried.
"What if you didn't wear any, like me?"
Lee Min-ho looked at me with a dumb blink.
Then, like he'd given up, he broke into a big smile.
"Wow! That's a way!"
...Cute.
Once outside, the wind was chillier than expected.
Fallen leaves were piling up thick on the ground already.
The year's really ending, huh.
"How you getting home?"
"You?"
"Me? I'll..."
Oppa pulled out his phone and seemed to search something.
"Just gonna cab it. There's a bus, but it's a long detour."
"Yeah? Then I'll take that too, whatever."
"...Aren't we going different ways?"
"I'm going to your place?"
"Why?"
Why's he acting so sulky for real.
Isn't sleeping with me great?
"I wanna sleep over at your house tonight."
I thought normal guys lose their minds when their girlfriend says she'll stay over...
Why's my erotic novelist Oppa so passive?
No wait—considering what we just did in the theater, he's not just active, he's downright destructive...
From observing Oppa for a good while now.
He definitely had a switch inside.
He seemed like your average college kid chasing normalcy most times, but the moment you flipped Oppa's switch somehow.
He showed sides endlessly close to my ideal type.
"...My bed's small."
"I'll just ride on top. Problem solved."
Ignoring Oppa as he lightly smacked his forehead, I waved down a taxi.
"To Huin-dong, please!"
Tonight's a deep sleep reservation. Heh.