A Night Just for Us
After handling that important business in the bathroom and stepping out, it suddenly hit me that it was about time to wash up. I didn't want to go to bed right away, but showering too late at night would be a nuisance to the neighbors. I'd brought spare underwear from home, and for clothes, I could just wear the shorts and tee that nuna had prepared—no issues there.
I turned to nuna, who was sitting demurely on the bed in her bunny girl outfit. "Nuna, I'm gonna shower now. Can I use the towel in the closet?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be quick. Just wait a sec~"
"Gyeol."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna shower together?"
"No."
"……."
"……."
She'd suggested it so casually, but I shot it down immediately. No way could I go along with that. Just kissing and groping her chest a bit had my self-control hanging by a thread—what if we got naked together in the bath? That'd be straight-up asking for trouble.
Leaving nuna's pouty face behind, I grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom. Better to change in here to avoid another incident like that time with her naked body (?).
As I hurried through my shower, my mind wandered to the thought of nuna washing every inch of herself in this very bathroom every day. As an 18-year-old guy full of vigor—and one with a gorgeous girlfriend, no less—just being in my girlfriend's officetel bathroom was enough to get my blood pumping. Seeing my showerhead hanging right next to hers, the one she used, only made it worse. She'd said she'd bought mine when she got her toothbrush and cup. For a fleeting moment, I was tempted by that pink one that was clearly nuna's exclusive showerhead... but no, I told myself not to sink that low and stuck to mine.
"……."
...Should I just use nuna's?
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I shoved down that creeping perversion deep into my chest and finished up. When nuna went in after me, though, she took way longer than expected. It made sense that girls shower longer than guys, but even compared to nuna's usual time—which I knew well—it dragged on. Well, I'd taken extra care myself to not smell bad for her, so maybe she was doing the same.
Unfortunately, when she finally emerged, she wasn't in the bunny suit anymore. Instead, she wore short shorts and a white tee—still plenty cute, and I welcomed seeing these casual sides of her that she'd never shown before.
After I spent a solid 30 minutes lovingly blow-drying her long hair, we sat facing each other on the bed.
"Isn't the bed kinda small for two? I can sleep on the floor."
"No."
"Should we sleep together in the bed then?"
"Yeah."
*Mwah.*
Her firm insistence on sleeping together made me chuckle softly as I planted a kiss on her cheek. Pulling back, I gazed at her face from inches away—the one stripped of most makeup, with just some basic skincare lotion on. As I stared, she shyly averted her eyes, hiding behind her long hair.
"...Don't stare so much. My makeup's off."
"I've seen it before. And besides, you without makeup..."
I was about to say, you're just as pretty without it as with, when something flashed through my mind. It was that advice from the group chat when I'd spilled the tea at Seobin's place not long ago.
Thank goodness it came back to me before I finished the sentence. In that brief pause, I quickly rephrased. "Your makeup look is insanely pretty, but the no-makeup one is cute too. So don't hide."
"……."
I could see her ears turning red at my words. Looked like I'd chosen them well. Letting out a silent sigh of relief, I pressed her more.
"Not gonna show me your face? Lemme see that cute face~ You're so cute, nuna~"
"...Stop. Fine."
She couldn't handle the barrage of "cute," so she surrendered, turning back to me—fidgeting with her side hair the whole time with one hand.
But honestly, she was cute. To me, makeup or no, she was equally pretty and adorable. I'd just tweaked my words with her feelings in mind, per the advice.
"Nuna. C'mere, lemme hug you."
"Yeah…."
At my open arms, the shy nuna slipped right into them like she'd been waiting. I wrapped around her petite frame and gently eased us down onto the bed. To share this bed without drifting apart, cuddling like this was pretty much a must.
"Ah, should've turned off the light first. Nuna, hold on a sec…"
"No need."
I figured we'd just chat lying down till we dozed off anyway. But as I started to get up, nuna held me back. She reached over to the desk above the bed, grabbed her phone, and commanded it.
"Siri, lights off."
*Ding.*
"Whoa, first time seeing this! Your place has it set up?"
"I linked it but this is my first try."
"You don't use it normally? Seems super convenient."
"I like doing it myself."
With those words, the room went dark, leaving us cuddling on the bed in the shadowy officetel. We shifted to pull the blanket over us fully. Truly sharing one bed, one pillow, one blanket. I'd assumed two pillows, but this big one was apparently for both of us.
Under the covers, I held nuna close, stroking her hair and back as our lips met. Kissing was as natural as breathing now.
"Mmm… *smack*…"
"*Smooch*… Nuna, your lips are so red even without makeup. Thought you put something just on them."
"Dunno… mmph… *kiss*…"
Her strikingly red lips stood out even in the dark, so I teased a bit—but got shut down quick. She ignored words, surrendering her body and just pushing her lips forward. Like a duck, I thought. A ridiculously cute one, anyway.
"*Smooch*… *kiss*…"
As we traded affection, nuna's leg slipped between mine. She started rubbing her bare leg against my inner thigh, so I parted them a little—and she dove right in like she'd been waiting. Our bodies pressed tighter; her chest squished against mine, and my uncontrollable lower half ground into her stomach too.
"*Mmmph*… *smack*!"
Her kisses grew fiercer, sucking harder on my lips and tongue, then thrusting hers in. I welcomed it all, my hands wandering lower from her back—to her butt.
*Squeeze.*
I gripped that soft, squishy perfection over her shorts without hesitation—of course, minding my strength. And yeah, there was this weird sense of conquest. Knowing her butt was now fully mine to claim.
I'd touched it earlier, sure, but the position made it tricky then. I'd focused on her thighs. Now, finally, I could savor her plush rear to my heart's content. A little lower, and my fingers brushed the smooth thighs beyond her shorts.
"Haa…"
We paused the kiss, locking heated eyes and sharing breaths.
"Nuna."
"Yeah…."
"I love you."
"Love you too."
"How much?"
"A lot… ow, that hurts…"
"Ah, sorry. Gently?"
"…No. Just touch."
Her "I love you" must've made me squeeze unconsciously. She winced but took it in stride—so endearing.
"…You're super hard."
I swear she'd said something like this before. Now I was sure it referred exactly to my lower half.
"Can't help it, you know."
"Yeah… want me to help with…"
"Stop there. Helping once won't fix it."
"Really?"
"Duh. You're so pretty… Being with you keeps me like this all day."
Our talk veered into borderline R-rated territory—but surprisingly easy. Maybe all the skinship, or our long history making us comfy fast despite the short dating time. Being too casual wasn't ideal for couples, but we weren't your average pair.
"Guess it's unavoidable then."
"Yeah, unavoidable."
"Anything else I can do?"
"Hmm… nah. But can I keep groping your butt?"
"……."
*Mwah!*
She answered with a kiss first, then a small smile. "Yeah. It's fine."
"Thanks."
And we dove back into lip-locking. Our first night alone together deepened just like that.