#70. Sleep Talking
#70. Sleep Talking
Ah. I came out all sloppy without knowing a guest was coming.
Late at night.
Inside my studio apartment after taking a taxi, the bachelor stench was overwhelming.
"Ah. That's why I told you not to come."
I didn't always want to show my girlfriend only my cool side, but at least this overly realistic look was a bit much.
"Taxi fare's a waste, isn't it?"
The cola you threw away wasn't a waste?
Na-eun, who came into the house, kicked off her shoes like it was her own place and slipped right in.
"My legs are still kinda sticky, so I'll wash up first."
Na-eun bolted straight into the bathroom.
Ah... I wanted to wash up right away too.
The popcorn crumbs still stuck in my underwear were seriously bothering me.
While Na-eun was washing, I dumped all the clothes I'd been wearing into the laundry basket.
Changed into a comfy T-shirt and pajama pants, I waited for her to come out.
"Oppa."
Na-eun called me from inside the bathroom.
"Yeah."
"Got a spare toothbrush by any chance?"
"Hold on."
Toothbrush... toothbrush... Did I have a spare... me...
Oh. The one I got as a bank giveaway last time was still there.
"Opening the door a sec."
I cracked the door just enough to fit my hand and handed her a new toothbrush.
"Thanks."
As expected of a girl, Na-eun occupied the bathroom for a good while.
I was sitting at the computer reading comments on the latest update of [I Imprisoned Her.], when our girlfriend called out to me desperately again, needing something else.
"Oppa~"
"What now."
"Lend me some clothes to change into."
...Clothes to change into?
In my solo bachelor pad, there was no way I had anything in her size.
At least if we went to my parents' house, there'd be some old kid clothes left.
"Nope."
"Just give me any T-shirt. That'll do."
"Wait a sec."
I did have a plain white tee with no patterns.
"Here."
I knocked on the door and handed over the white tee, and Na-eun's soft hand snatched it like an eagle grabbing prey.
Not long after, Na-eun came out wearing my T-shirt with a refreshed look.
"Ah~ Feels cool~"
Her hair still damp, not fully dry.
Na-eun came out with her hair tied up in a towel bun.
"What's with the towel."
First time seeing that in a home, not even at a sauna.
"Just feels right?"
Na-eun grinned bashfully.
...She's pretty.
Even without makeup, Na-eun's bare face was way prettier than the caked-up faces of girls from other departments.
"Oppa, go wash up quick!"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Right. Before you go in, where's the hairdryer?"
I grabbed the dryer from the bookshelf and handed it to Na-eun, then headed into the bathroom.
Two toothbrushes in a guy's solo pad.
It might be nothing if you think about it, but my heart was pounding for some reason.
Felt like we were suddenly living together in this place that was always just me.
I quickly cleaned my most-wanted-to-wash lower half first, then shampooed my hair.
Whiiiing.
Na-eun was still drying her hair, the dryer roaring loudly outside the door.
But I gave her the T-shirt she asked for...
As far as I knew, Na-eun hadn't worn underwear today.
So... down there... what's...
Nothing...?
Thinking about Na-eun wearing nothing under my baggy T-shirt that didn't fit her made my lower half twitch up again.
To get more specific, a dress shirt is classic in these situations, but a girlfriend wearing her boyfriend's clothes is a fantasy for a lot of guys.
And I often had the heroines in [I Imprisoned Her.] wear Lee Jin-seong's clothes too.
Clothes soaked in Lee Jin-seong's scent were the ultimate fuel and fave item for them.
Ah. The deeper I dove into those thoughts, the more my lower half refused to listen.
We already did it once, Junior-kun.
Let's call it a day.
I didn't wanna sweat buckets again right after showering and have to wash up again.
In the end, I sat on the toilet waiting for the erection to go down, spending way longer in the bathroom than usual.
I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out, and Na-eun had fallen asleep in the meantime.
...Turning on the dryer now would definitely wake her.
Guess the long outing tired her out too.
Pondering what to do with my hair, I vigorously toweled it dry.
No way to dry it perfectly, but this should be fine to just crash.
I applied lotion to my face, turned off the computer, and got ready to lie down.
Last time I just slept on the floor, but not tonight.
We've shared the bed a few times already.
The only issue was Na-eun playing Moses—lying right in the middle of my bed with a happy expression.
Uuum...
Ah, whatever!
Deciding I didn't wanna sleep on the floor, I carefully started nudging Na-eun to the side.
Luckily, she wasn't that heavy.
Still, no full space for me, so I had to lie down diagonally, facing her.
You look comfy, HNE Author-nim.
Yeah... whatever, it happens.
Suddenly remembered sleeping in a tent during military training.
Slept super cramped and uncomfortable back then too.
Better than...
At least no stinky senior snoring next to me.
I poked Na-eun's cheek with my finger.
She slightly furrowed her brow.
Oh right.
So, is Na-eun really wearing nothing down there right now?
I know touching someone sleeping without permission is a crime...
I slyly slipped my hand under the blanket and placed it on Na-eun's smooth thigh.
Slowly higher, deeper into the valley...
And sure enough.
Ah. Stood up again.
A heavy sensation on my stomach.
What's this.
With eyes still heavy, I looked down.
An arm. A pretty thick guy's arm.
I turned my head, and there was my boyfriend, Lee Min-ho, staring my way while drrr, snoring.
Was he super tired yesterday?
He doesn't usually snore.
Thinking about it, I must've fallen asleep waiting for oppa's shower last night.
I was grinning thinking about reading volume 2 while waiting, but when did I conk out.
Sunday mornings were always happy yet bittersweet.
That sweet idleness mixed with the despair of knowing tomorrow morning won't be like this.
But with oppa right next to me, I felt like I could start the day super happy.
I turned to check the clock: 11:30.
About time to wake him.
I was gonna shake him, but feeling playful, I pulled up the oppa's T-shirt I was wearing.
Then I slightly shifted the path of oppa's arm on my belly.
Oh! Perfect!
Oppa's big hand landed right on my soft breast.
I thought about putting his other hand on my pussy, but the angle wasn't working.
Forcing his body now would totally blow my cover.
No choice, this'll do...!
"Haa... haaang...! Ah...! Oppa... not there...!"
Even during actual sex, I don't moan this much.
I started waking oppa with sounds even more exaggerated than porn.
"So sensitive...! Haaaang there!"
As I went wild next to him first thing in the morning, oppa slowly opened his eyes.
"Too rough! Oppa."
That's when it happened.
His hand, actually on my breast, squeezed hard enough to hurt—kwaak.
I'd been overacting, but getting the real deal threw me off, and my voice cut out.
"...Oppa?"
I called softly to check if he was awake, but his response was enough to shock me speechless.
"...This fucking mamatong's tiny as shit."
...Sleep-talking?
Or talking to me?
I knew what mamatong meant.
You see it sometimes in the manga I reference a lot.
Mamatong. Means tits, right.
But... after groping my tits, he says they're fucking tiny...?
Suddenly mentally shattered, I naturally looked down at my chest.
...No. They're not that small.
Sure, compared to the inhuman proportions in erotic illustrations or sexy art, they're way smaller, but I always thought they were pretty good realistically.
70C is solid by Korean women standards...!
My mood tanked hard, so I shoved oppa's arm off and started shaking his chest.
"Hey. Lee Min-ho. Say it again. What'd you say!"
"Uuuuaaaang"
Every shake made the still-groggy oppa make weird noises.
"What about my mamatong!"
What a shitty boyfriend.
Ungrateful after I let him suck on them, harboring thoughts like that?!
"Oppa. Spill it. What do you think of my tits."
Oppa looked at me with bleary eyes and muttered something incomprehensible again.
"No matter how much you squeeze, no milk comes out."
...Make it come out?