16. She's Too Tempting: So Mature, Yet So Delicate
Harang nuna, who I'd always seen as so grown-up, showed a side that was far more girlish and fragile than I'd imagined. She pressed her forehead against mine and poured out her love, her possessiveness, her desire to own me—all in that one word, without holding anything back. But it wasn't clingy or sticky. It was just cute. Adorably lovable. I wanted to respond to that inner vulnerability she'd shown me.
I wanted her to know what I was thinking. So, without hesitation, I spoke up. I couldn't bear to let that smile on her face fade.
"Then you only look at me, nuna. Forever. Don't even glance at another guy. Not even in passing."
I meant it 75%, joking 25%. How could anyone go through life without ever looking at another man? I just wanted her to understand I felt the same intensity. Saying it out loud, I sounded like a super obsessive, annoying boyfriend.
"Yeah... Got it..."
She agreed, then pressed her lips back to mine, thrusting her tongue in hungrily. She must've liked my answer. And from then on...
"Smack... Hn... Chu..."
In the quiet of nuna's officetel, only the soft sounds of our kissing echoed. This was just our second deep kiss, so we fumbled around like we were studying, trying this and that—things I'd only imagined in my head before.
"Haa... Slurp... Mm..."
I sucked on her lips, shifting my head bit by bit to figure out the best angle to feel her more intensely. Meanwhile, my tongue explored everywhere: her lips, teeth, tongue, the roof of her mouth. She did the same, both of us probing like we were discovering each other's secrets, trying everything that came to mind.
"Chu, chu... Smack..."
She even pulled back briefly to leave traces on my cheeks and around my lips. I could feel her saliva dotted across my face. I returned the favor, and it tasted strangely intriguing. Probably her makeup.
We kissed endlessly like that. With Harang nuna straddling my lap, who knows how long we kept our lips locked and tongues entwined. I'd arrived when the afternoon sun was still high—no sign of sunset yet—so we had all the time in the world. We could've gone on forever.
But in the midst of that happy moment, an accident happened.
Swish, rustle...
I'd grabbed her cheeks, wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her close, but she'd clung just as tightly to my face and neck, inching forward bit by bit. Straddling my lap like that, she pressed in so close that it got harder to hold my upper body steady. But I didn't want to stop kissing, so I leaned back slowly, still glued to her.
Thud.
"Hmph..."
Even then, she wouldn't let go of me. She ended up on top, leaning down to kiss me.
Wait a second. Let's think about this. Harang nuna is the kind of stunning beauty who turns heads on the street, with a killer figure to boot. And she's my girlfriend. Right now, that perfect girlfriend is straddling me, kissing me passionately.
Could any guy's lower half stay unaffected? Answer: No.
Truth be told, the reaction had started the moment I stepped into her officetel—her scent was everywhere. The baggy man-to-man tee hid it before, but now that we were pressed together...
"...!!"
No matter how focused on the kiss, I couldn't ignore the pressure of her weight right there. Our fitted sweatpants didn't help; the sensation came through loud and clear.
But how was I supposed to bring it up? With my face still trapped in her hands, I screamed internally. I prayed she wouldn't notice, but my size was nothing to sneeze at.
"Smack... What's in your pocket...?"
She felt the hardness and strangeness too, pausing the kiss to lift her upper body and look down.
"......"
"......"
We both froze. We weren't kids; we knew what was what. At our age, it was obvious just by looking. I knew my own body without needing to see, and she'd probably never felt one before—just theoretical knowledge. Plus, she'd been so into the kiss.
Once she realized what the hardness was, she subtly shifted her hips back. Smoothly, naturally. But she didn't get off me. Her ears turned bright red as she looked down, hands pressing on my chest.
"...Gyeol."
She didn't sound mad. What was she thinking? I racked my brain at 200% capacity, but no answers. What should I say? No clue. Best to apologize, I figured.
"Sorry, nuna... haha..."
"Should I... help you...?"
Her words shut me up. Wait, nuna. Help how...?
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About ten minutes later, to ease the sticky tension, I washed my face and poured us fresh zero cola from the fridge before heading back to the bed. There sat nuna, staring silently like she was advertising her sulk.
Why? Because I'd turned down her offer to "help." Anyone hearing might think I'm nuts, but I bit my tongue and refused. We both knew exactly what she meant—the whole world did. But I couldn't go there.
"Nuna, nuna. Wanna watch a movie? Or look up that campsite for later?"
"......"
I sat beside her, suggesting brightly, but no reply. Just that half-lidded stare. I sighed inwardly. What could I do?
Bluntly, asking for "help" would've rocketed us straight to the endgame, no brakes. Sure, I wanted it with her—who wouldn't?—but Yeoreum nuna's warnings weighed on me.
Despite her combative tone, random unreasonable nagging, and meddling, I knew it all stemmed from care and worry. She was my guardian in our parents' absence, my mentor for big decisions—more than Mom and Dad sometimes. She'd told me to hold off till college a dozen times. Ignoring that felt wrong.
Plus, it could mess up things between her and Harang nuna too. I didn't want to see their cold war from before repeat.
And honestly, even if I pretended otherwise, we weren't ready. No condoms or anything essential. She probably didn't have any either. Probably.
Man, she looked cute even pouting.
"Lift your head a bit."
"No."
"Can't I get a kiss then?"
"......"
She'd been hugging her knees with her head on them, but at my words, she looked up.
Mwah.
I gave her a quick peck for being good, pulled her close by the shoulder, and soothed her gently.
"Nuna, let's take it slow, one step at a time. I've got so much I wanna do with you."
"...Okay."
"I'm super excited for couple outfits next week, y'know."
"......"
"How should we match? Summer's coming, so short-sleeve tees... or same-color shirts. You wear blouses and shirts a lot."
"Whatever."
"Hmm... but then Yeoreum nuna'd be left out. Maybe similar looks for all three? We've matched like that before."
"Same colors? Sounds good."
Her mood lifted fast. Good thing she didn't sulk long and acted mature. She probably guessed it was because of Yeoreum nuna—no other reason.
We chatted about couple looks for a while. She seemed to like that stuff, perfect for shifting gears. Midway through our fashion talk, she gave me a strange look and called my name.
"Gyeol."
"Yeah?"
"Any clothes you want me to wear?"
"Wear? Like what?"
Out of nowhere.
"You like manga, right?"
"Yeah?"
I read a ton—not just comics, but popular anime from YouTube or forums too. We'd even watched some together. But why bring it up now—
"You into cosplay and stuff?"
"......"
I doubted my ears. Cosplay from her mouth? Did I like it? Hell yeah... but honestly, I'd never thought about it much. If Harang nuna wore it, who'd say no? I hadn't sought it out, so no strong feelings.
As I pondered how to answer, she added,
"Like a nurse outfit or school uniform..."
"Love it. Totally. I wanna see that so bad!"
Harang nuna as a nurse? In a uniform? I can't handle it! Turns out, I might be a huge cosplay fan after all!