Noona's Desires and Her Service
The moment I heard it, I had no choice but to dig deeper. She might not be able to hold back if I heard something stimulating? That wasn't important right now. As a guy, honestly, jerking off wasn't something shameful to admit out loud. Which man in the world doesn't do it? Especially with such a beautiful girlfriend, it was more than enough material to fantasize about.
But the noona I'd known since we were kids, the one who seemed the epitome of cool and aloof—my girlfriend—had done that while thinking of me? Sure, women have sexual urges too, and it's not weird for them to pleasure themselves sometimes. But hearing it straight from my girlfriend's mouth made all the difference.
Just like I had a second ago, she seemed to regret saying it and hung her head low. The faint glow from the smartphone below lit up her ears, bright red. I leaned in close to her face, pressing like an interrogator.
"Really? You've done it thinking about me?"
"...I don't know... Let's drop it..."
She turned her head away, not wanting me to see her face, trying to end the conversation. But I wouldn't let it go. I grabbed her arm and pulled her body toward me.
"Noona. Look at me."
"......"
"I want to talk face-to-face. Seriously."
"...Not now..."
"Come on."
It always worked on her. When I got firm, she slowly lifted her head. Her face was as red as her ears, flushed with embarrassment and shame, even a hint of pathos in her eyes. I cupped her cheeks with both hands to keep her from looking down again.
Just hold back from crossing that final line. With that resolve, I kept probing in a voice thick with excitement.
"How many times?"
"......"
"I really want to know. I want us to be totally honest with each other."
"But..."
"I do it almost every day. Especially after seeing you and coming home."
"......"
"You?"
I opened up first, trying to make her comfortable. Of course, there might be a difference in how burdensome it feels for guys versus girls. Foreheads touching, eyes locked up close, feeling each other's breath—I waited for her answer. My hands on her face stayed firm, signaling I wouldn't let go until she spoke.
Finally.
"...Me too."
"What?"
"...I do it... almost... every day..."
"...Every day?"
"......"
She nodded—a tiny one, since I was holding her.
Strangely, at that moment, my mind raced faster than ever. It'd been seven years since we started dating. She'd slept over at my house plenty of times, and though I hadn't meant to clock it, I had a rough idea of her shower routines. But sometimes—like when I stayed at her officetel, or that beach trip last time—her showers had run longer than usual. Memories flashed up.
So, maybe.
"Noona."
"...Yeah."
"That beach trip, you went straight to the bathroom when we got to your room."
"......"
"Did you do it then too?"
Her gaze, which had met mine, started flickering again. Tears welled in her eyes from the humiliation, her body trembling faintly. Seeing that, I gently pushed her back.
She flopped down softly. Our two-person sleeping bag was already spread out beneath us, and I laid her on the plush surface.
"Did you?"
I propped myself on my elbows beside her head, hovering over her, asking again as I looked down.
She nodded again, still avoiding my eyes. But I didn't let it slide this time.
"Say it. I want to hear your voice, Noona."
"......"
"Now."
"I... I did..."
"Good girl. You're so sweet, Langi Noona."
I stroked her cheek like giving a treat to a horse, then leaned down for a kiss on her lips.
"And... thinking back, it wasn't just once or twice. Pick one. That day you wore the bunny girl outfit."
"...!"
"Your shower took forever that night too, right? Did you do it then?"
"......"
"Answer me."
"I... did..."
"How? Thinking about me?"
"~~~~~!!"
Her stoic mask was shattered, replaced by a pitiful, teary-eyed expression. The peak of her shame made her voice crack, stirring my sadistic side. I really wanted to hear it—the secret moments from her daily life that I'd missed.
I waited silently, and she stammered it out.
"...Y-yeah... you..."
"Yeah?"
"...Kissing me... my breasts... and thighs..."
"I went all out on those, didn't I?"
"Remembering that..."
"You touched yourself thinking about my kisses?"
"......"
"Answer."
"...Yeah..."
"That's my girl. Good job."
"A-and..."
Eh? Twice?
I listened intently.
"When you... were asleep..."
"Yeah."
"...No, not that..."
"Tell me. I'm dying to know."
"......"
"You won't? But I want to hear it..."
".........Your sleeping face... I looked at it and..."
"And?"
"On my way... to the bathroom... y-your... underwear..."
Like a broken machine, she stuttered "y-your" over and over, then squeezed her eyes shut.
"I saw your underwear... so..."
"...Ah. And then?"
"I... picked it up..."
"Picked it up?"
"......Did it..."
"How? Sniffing it or something?"
"......"
"...For real?"
".........Yeah..."
"......"
She'd wrung out every last bit of strength to confess, now eyes shut tight, unable to face me. She didn't have the courage to look. And I? I was speechless at this parade of unimaginable confessions.
That day, that time—she'd said she'd wash my underwear for me, no problem. I remembered putting it in the laundry basket where she'd see it. Turns out she'd used it to get off before washing it?
"......"
Her unexpected lewdness caught me off guard—and turned me on. Not weird at all. Your crush's underwear right there in front of you? Of course you'd use it. If it were hers, I'd have pocketed it and gone to town multiple times. I wouldn't dig it out of the laundry, but still.
The noona trembling pitifully after spilling everything—she was so lovable, like I'd said a million times. And I had to amend my earlier resolve, just a bit.
"Noona."
"......"
"Thanks for being honest. I'm really happy. You did it because you like me that much, right?"
"...Yeah."
"Hey."
I'd keep my promise to Yeoreum noona. For all of us.
"I still want to honor my promise with Yeoreum noona."
"......"
"But besides that, I'll step up."
"...How...?"
I hadn't realized she'd been holding back this much. Even if she handled it alone, letting my girlfriend suffer solo wasn't boyfriend material. Honor the promise with Yeoreum noona and help Langi noona? Simple—I just had to hold out better.
No more lame excuses like "I might not be able to."
Her eyes opened, meeting mine. I echoed back what she'd once said to me.
"Noona."
"Yeah..."
"Want me... to help?"
"......"
Her eyes widened impossibly. She fidgeted with her lips for a moment, then confessed her true feelings.
"...Help me."
The second she said it, my body slid downward. Past the black t-shirt hugging her perky breasts, to the skin-tight gray dolphin pants outlining her hips. My hands gripped them and pulled down...
"Ha-ah..."
And just like that. The skinship I'd thought wouldn't advance until I was an adult took another step forward.
Me helping her, her helping me.
Early morning, when I woke up, my body and mind felt incredibly refreshed. And I figured Langi noona—already awake, nuzzling my arm with her face—felt the same.
We hadn't gone all the way, but if I'd known it'd feel this invigorating, I would've done it sooner. Regrets.
"Sleep well, Noona?"
"Yeah. You? Sleep more if you're tired."
"I'm up too. What time is it... Dawn. Wanna walk around? The air's gotta be amazing."
"Sure. Give me a sec."
Might be my imagination, but her words and actions felt even more tender. Subtle enough that others might say "Same as always," but I could tell.
She got out of the sleeping bag, tied her hair back, and threw on a shirt. Her top was set, but her bottom? Just a different pair of panties from yesterday. Seeing her round ass in those mint ones stirred me again, but she pulled on jeans, snapping me back.
Her gray dolphin pants and white panties from yesterday were ruined from our midnight service—sealed in a plastic bag in the tent corner.
"Let's go, Gyeol."
"Heading out... Whoa, this dawn vibe is insane!"
Unzipping the tent revealed dimness pierced by faint dawn light stretching to distant mountains. We stepped out hand in hand, strolling beneath.
We circled slowly, then stood side by side by the massive river we'd glimpsed from inside. I stroked her head as she leaned on my shoulder.
"Noona."
"Yeah."
"I'll work harder till next year. Study hard, and be good to you too."
"Just keep being you. Don't rush... I'll be right here."
"No overdoing it. Just... trying my best."
"Yeah... Fighting."
I kissed her, fueled by her cheer.
Now for morning ramen, pack up the tent we'd grown attached to overnight, and head home. This trip was short and simple due to minimal prep, but next time: more thorough, varied, longer, funner. Not just camping—our relationship too.
"Selfie here before food? I'll make it my profile pic."
"No makeup..."
"Okay, not profile—my phone wallpaper?"
"That works."
"Perfect! Say cheese—one, two!"
"Kimchi—"
It was all for that effort. Past second year, through third. Everything I'd done up to today, my twentieth birthday.