I Should Give Out Rice Cakes
Jomuljomul.
Out of nowhere, Areum was fondling my dick.
"...What are you doing?"
"Checking if mine's doing okay."
She wore a shameless expression, as if she were exercising an obvious right.
I struggled to calm my gradually stiffening cock as I spoke.
"I'm driving. It's dangerous."
"We're at a red light, so isn't it fine?"
"......."
"Should I jerk you off every time we stop at a light? Or a blowjob?"
"Hey, you crazy bitch. People can see!"
"The car's got tinted windows."
Well, it did.
"I've wanted to try stuff like this in a car. Ah, or do you want to touch me? Guys like touching girls' thighs when they're driving."
"What kind of stereotype is that? Haven't you been reading too much smut...?"
"Oh? You don't like it?"
"No. I fucking love it."
Maybe not every guy in the world, but I definitely did. I decided right then and there—I liked it.
But at that exact moment, the light changed.
Buuung.
"Too bad. Wait for the next light."
"...What is this, some kind of training?"
"Training? Heuheu. I like that. Wait, Kkang-cheol!"
Suddenly I felt like a dog.
And then at the next light.
Areum patted her thighs—tak, tak—and said.
"Good Kkang-cheol, touch!"
"Woof!"
I barked first. Because I really did want to touch them.
Deodeumdeodeum.
But it didn't feel like much. Areum seemed to share the same thought, her expression vague.
"Umm. It's not the feeling I imagined."
"Me neither."
"Ah, it must be because I'm wearing pants."
Areum was wearing baggy cotton pants today. Honestly, even groping her thighs, all I could feel was the soft fabric.
Areum clicked her tongue as if it were a waste.
"Should've worn a skirt. A hella-hot H-line miniskirt!"
"Whoa, crazy connoisseur."
That outfit definitely would've been maddeningly hot.
But I quickly came to my senses and shook my head.
"Nah, you can't wear a skirt for moving."
"Should've worn a skirt after all. You're moving most of the stuff anyway, Kkang-cheol!"
"This punk?"
Look at the nerve. Planning to work me like a slave.
'Well, I did plan on doing that from the start. It's not like she could carry much.'
How much could this tiny thing carry? At most a few small loads like herself. In short, me moving most of the luggage had been the predetermined outcome ever since I got the call.
But that was one thing.
Being annoyed was another.
When I glared at her in dissatisfaction, Areum avoided my eyes and giggled, showing she at least had some conscience.
"I'll buy you something tasty. Something expensive."
"I said I'm on a diet."
"Ah, stop losing weight! Gain some!"
"No! I'm definitely getting abs!"
I was going to take my shirt off and cosplay Zoro. I was definitely doing that concept profile shoot.
"Oh, abs... I might want to see those......."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I've never seen a six-pack in real life. Kinda curious."
"If you're curious, look at Seora noona's. That noona has abs."
"Huh? How do you know that?"
Ah. I slipped up.
Luckily, I had plenty of excuses.
"I get PT from Seora noona. That noona often wears tank tops and leggings at the gym."
"Ah-ha. Should I get PT from her too? To build stamina."
"Not a bad idea. You do need to build some stamina."
Areum's stamina was as frail as her small frame. Exercising would be good for her health too.
Areum twisted my pure intentions.
"What, you just want to have more sex, don't you? Ugh, pervert."
"Look who's calling who a pervert......."
While we talked, our destination was getting closer.
Then, when we hit a red light.
Suddenly, Areum unzipped my pants.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I said I'd jerk you off. Heut. You're already hard."
"That's because you kept fondling it. Ugh."
"Feel good? Want to touch my chest?"
"Yes."
"Ahaha. Instant answer."
If there's a guy who can refuse, let him come forward. It wasn't just any chest—it was a D-cup with a pretty shape.
Jumuljumul.
Jjomuljjomul.
I fondled Areum's chest; Areum fondled my cock. We groped each other.
Then when the light changed, we pulled our hands away for safety. I didn't want to cause an accident doing lewd stuff in the car and die.
And then at the next red light.
Jumuljumul.
Jjomuljjomul.
A frustrating, teasing caress continued. Actually, it was questionable whether to even call it a caress. We were just playing with each other's bodies like kids playing with slime.
'Ugh, I can't do anything proper while driving.'
Squeezing her chest over her clothes was the extent of it. Meanwhile, my dick was already hard to bursting.
Just then, Areum started moving her hand faster. It had been a handjob applied only intermittently at red lights, but the act had gone on for a while now, and my arousal had built up. I could feel the urge to cum rising, like I was about to blow any second.
"Ugh. S-stop. Are you trying to make me cum in here?"
"Your face looked so frustrated."
"No. Cleanup's a pain. Eurgh, I said stop?"
"Just cum. I'll handle the cleanup."
"How exactly do you plan to handle......."
Areum opened her mouth wide—Ah—and pointed a finger at it. Her eyes curved like crescent moons.
'There really is no one like this femme fatale. She looks so innocent.......'
She looked like an innocent puppy, but inside she was a fox with many tails. The guy classmates in our department would faint in shock if they knew.
Jjaljjaljjaljjaljjaljjal!
The hand stroking my dick sped up even more. The urge to ejaculate surged up rapidly, and my cock swelled.
"Ugh. Areum-ah, I think I'm gonna cum."
"Hawp! Jjuuuuup!"
Areum leaned her body toward me and took my dick in her mouth. She opened her small mouth as wide as possible, swallowed about half of it, and worked the base with her hand.
"Eut."
Ulkeok! Ulkeokulkeok! Byureureureureut!
"Oooop! Jjeup! Wupwup!"
I heard sounds of distress. But Areum didn't spit out my dick and kept shaking her hand. It was a hand motion intent on squeezing out every last drop of semen.
Kkulkak-kkulkak. Jjeup-jjeup. Kkulkak, Chureureup. Kkulkak. Jjuuuup~.
'Wow, crazy, she's swallowing while sucking. What kind of skill is this.'
She swallowed the gushing semen while sucking my dick and moving her hand at the same time. I was impressed. Areum's blowjob had reached a whole new realm.......
"Jjop."
"Eurgh."
"Heuheu. Was it good?"
"Yep......."
It was fucking great. Made me want to try car sex later, too.
"Let's try car sex later, too."
"...Crazy, I thought I was the one who said that."
"Huh?"
"I was thinking the exact same thing."
"What? Bbyahahahahah!"
It seemed like being glued together so much had made our thoughts start to resemble each other.
We arrived at Areum's place. It was a 15-minute walk from my place. Not too close, not too far.
Someone closer to me than that was.......
"I think Saebyeok Nuna's place is about 10 minutes from here."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yeah. I saw it when we had that department blind date before."
"Awesome. I should hang out with her when I'm bored. Do you know anyone else around?"
"Uh... not that I know of."
I swallowed the words that had almost come out of my mouth and mumbled vaguely. I also knew where Hana and Seora noona lived, but explaining how I knew was awkward.
I opened the trunk and picked up the luggage.
"Let's move this stuff quickly. The sun's going to set."
"Go, Kkangcheol-mon!"
"You move stuff too, you punk!"
"Nyeong......."
Naturally, the things Areum carried were small and light. How could I trust her with heavy luggage? It'd be a relief if she didn't trip and fall while carrying it.
I carried the stuff up to her place.
Areum's studio apartment was a two-room with a separate kitchen and living room. The kitchen wasn't that big, but one room was fairly spacious. The other room was very small, soundproofed just as Areum had previously mentioned.
"Oh, so this is the streaming room."
"Yeah. Tight, right?"
"Yeah."
It really was a space just big enough to stream in. It had probably originally been used as a storage room or a walk-in closet.
"You've already got a desk and computer set up? When did you do all this?"
"I ordered them as soon as I decided to move in and had them delivered early. Actually, I've been moved in for a few days now."
No wonder. I'd thought the move was a bit delayed for how quickly she said she'd looked into it, but she'd been setting things up beforehand.
"You should've asked me before buying the computer. Did you set it up properly?"
"I got one computer cheap from a friend—it was used. Can you check the setup for me later? I'm also thinking of getting a dual-PC setup."
"I'll need to check the audio setup, too. You don't use full tracking, right?"
Full tracking was a technology that maps the user's entire body movements onto a virtual avatar. Among virtual streamers, some only used their face and upper body, while others actively utilized full tracking. Those belonging to corporate groups sometimes produced content using motion capture with expensive equipment.
Areum's main content was gaming. There wasn't much occasion to use full tracking or motion capture.
But an answer different from what I'd thought came back.
"I don't need it right now, but I plan to try full tracking later."
"Yeah? I figured you wouldn't have much use for it while gaming."
"I feel like if I have it, I'll find uses for it. And virtual idols are trendy these days. I want to try it too."
"An idol...?"
"Not exactly that, but I want to at least try singing. Since I compose sometimes too."
"Ah. Now that you mention it, you said you were in a band in high school."
"Yeah. Though I didn't learn it professionally."
I'd heard she played piano as a hobby. And that she could handle the basics of most other instruments.
'She said she wanted to make a band animation during the idea meeting too, didn't she.'
I remembered her saying we should compose and play the music ourselves and insert it as a song.
"Areum, didn't you come to the wrong major? Seems like you should've gone to music school."
"Euek. No way."
It was an extremely repulsed reaction.
"The kids in music schools are monsters. And only a tiny fraction of them ever make it big. I felt that wall completely, you know?"
"I see. I don't really know the music side of things."
"You sing pretty well, though."
"That's just singing by feel."
Honestly, even if I'm praised for singing well, it's only by the standards of an ordinary person. I didn't know anything about vocalization or singing techniques.
"Let's stop chattering and finish moving the luggage."
"Go, Kkang-cheol— Ack!"
I gave her a honey chestnut (head flick).
"Cut that out and hurry up and haul the stuff. It's your stuff, you punk."
"Nyeeng......."
Areum's place was on the 3rd floor. Every extra trip up made it twice as exhausting as the last.
"Eugh. Finally got it all up here. I told you we should've called the others."
"I said nooo!"
"Why can't weee?"
The time spent moving wasn't long, but I was utterly exhausted. Phew, I'm beat. I was sprawled out flat on the floor when—
"Because if the others were here......."
Areum climbed on top of me.
"Heuheehee. You couldn't eat me up, Kkang-cheol."
"Hmm. Honestly, I figured as much."
I knew it would turn out like this. I'd been hoping for it, honestly.
Areum, sitting astride me, grinned and said.
"I just moved in, so I should hand out rice cakes*."
"I don't think those rice cakes are these rice cakes......." (*Tteok means both rice cake and sex/do it)
"What's this? Why are you so talkative? Don't you like tteok?"
"Of course I like it."
"Open your mouth. Tongue coming in."
Jjok. The kiss today was a bit sour and sweet.