Sorry for Making You Wait
“Sorry for making you wait so long.”
“No, it’s fine…”
When Minji opened the bathroom door and stepped out, Hyunwoo was sitting motionless at the edge of the bed. It was as if time had frozen the instant she left the room. He was still wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist. Minji herself had only a single bath towel wrapped around her bare body.
“Minji…”
Hyunwoo’s eyes widened the moment he saw her like that.
“Don’t stare so hard.”
A little embarrassed but pretending otherwise, Minji sat down right beside him. Their bare skin was now so close they could almost brush. Even then, Hyunwoo made no move to touch her.
“What’s wrong? Is a married woman like me not to your taste?”
“No! I’m really… happy. It’s just… I keep wondering if this is truly okay.”
“What’s the point of asking now? If you don’t dislike it…”
“If it’s really all right, then…”
Hyunwoo’s gaze had already locked onto the valley of her breasts. Even beneath the towel, her D-cup chest created a deep, inviting cleavage. He stared, transfixed, as though trying to peer straight through to the hidden skin beneath.
Minji had already decided to allow everything, yet Hyunwoo remained hesitant. In the end, she had to urge him forward.
“Hyunwoo, do you want to look that badly?”
“Huh? Ah, yes…”
Flustered at being caught, Hyunwoo quickly tried to play it off.
“If you want to see it so much, you can take the towel off yourself.”
“Really? Is that… truly okay? You mean it?”
Still hesitating, Hyunwoo looked at her. Minji met his eyes and gave a soft, encouraging nod.
“Excuse me, then…”
His face a mixture of joy and nerves, Hyunwoo reached for her towel. But he grasped only the very edge with his fingertips, as though afraid to touch her bare skin.
“Why are you hesitating so much?”
His awkward fumbling struck Minji as both cute and comical.
“It feels like… I shouldn’t touch…”
As expected, he was still holding back.
“We’re going to be touching a lot more than this from now on. What’s there to hesitate about?”
“I suppose you’re right…”
When he finally applied a little strength, the loosely draped towel slid smoothly down. As it pooled at her knees, Minji’s full, heavy breasts spilled free into the open air.
“Haa…!”
A sharp intake of breath escaped Hyunwoo. He stared at her chest as if he had uncovered some priceless treasure, unable to look away.
But he did nothing more than stare.
“Are you just going to keep looking?”
“Ah, yes… I mean, no, that’s not…”
At her prompting, he finally gathered his courage. His trembling hand rose toward her breast—only to freeze again just before making contact. Minji’s patience ran out. She leaned forward slightly, pressing the soft warmth of her breast into his palm.
Hyunwoo flinched, but the plush, heated sensation seemed to freeze him in place. He couldn’t pull his hand away.
“How does it feel?”
“Uh…”
Hyunwoo’s hand and eyes remained glued to her chest.
“Minji’s breasts… they’re so warm… and soft… yet there’s this springy resistance against my palm… ah… the way they fill my hand perfectly… it’s incredible. The best.”
“They’re not that special.”
She wasn’t displeased by the praise, but she figured it was simply the awe of a man seeing a real woman’s breasts for the first time. Still, the heated look in his eyes told her exactly how thrilled he was.
“Um… may I look a little closer?”
“Just looking?”
“Then…”
At her seductive tone, Hyunwoo’s face drew nearer to her chest. His hot breath brushed her skin, and after a moment’s hesitation, his lips settled gently over her nipple.
“Hngh…!”
It was barely a graze, yet a small moan slipped from Minji’s throat. Part of her had calculated that the sound would please him.
“Minji…”
Hyunwoo jerked his head up, checking to see if she minded. In answer, she offered a gentle smile and a silent nod, reassuring him that he could continue.
Chup.
Now that he had permission, Hyunwoo took her nipple into his mouth without hesitation and sucked. A soft, wet sound filled the room. His free hand moved to her other breast, gently caressing and teasing that nipple as well.
Even with his clumsy technique, Minji’s nipples quickly stiffened, rising into sharp, eager points that seemed to beg for stronger stimulation.
“Minji’s breasts… taste so good.”
“Do they?”
She had no way of knowing herself. Besides, Jaeho had never once said anything like that to her.
“Yes. If they’re this delicious… I could do this forever.”
Slurp. Suck.
Without waiting for her reply, Hyunwoo buried his face between her breasts again, lavishing attention on her nipples. Obscene, wet sounds echoed between them.
“Mmmh… wait… just a second…”
Minji finally stopped him.
“Yes? But now…”
Hyunwoo obediently pulled back, though disappointment was written all over his face. Of course, she had no intention of stopping here.
“In this position…”
She was still perched at the edge of the bed; it would be awkward for him to move freely. When he drew back, Minji slid further onto the mattress, lay down on her back, and—feeling a surge of shyness—pulled the towel up to cover her chest again. She knew it wouldn’t stay there long.
“Is this all right?”
Once she had settled into a receptive position, Hyunwoo knelt between her spread legs. The motion caused his own towel to slip off completely, and his already rock-hard erection rose imposingly, thick and flushed.
“Haa…”
Minji’s gaze was drawn to it before she could stop herself. Hyunwoo’s cock was clearly much thicker and longer than Jaeho’s. It looked powerfully rigid. So even that differed according to build. For a moment she was captivated by its overwhelming size.
Before she could fully process her surprise, Hyunwoo moved over her. The towel covering her chest was swept aside in an instant.
“Minji…!”
He buried his face in her breasts once more. Chup. Slurp. Wet sounds filled the air as he sucked frantically at each nipple in turn.
“Mmm…”
He simply sucked with pure enthusiasm, showing no particular skill. Yet under his clumsy tongue and lips, her nipples had grown fully erect, standing proud and sensitive.
“Minji’s breasts are so delicious… I could do this all night, but…”
“Mmm… that’s fine. But…”
She didn’t mind the continued attention to her chest, but she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just this.
“If it’s okay…”
Hyunwoo lowered his mouth to her breast again. Meanwhile, Minji subtly shifted her legs, guiding his thigh to settle naturally between them. His burning erection brushed teasingly against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. He clearly felt it too.
“Minji, this part too…”
Though reluctant to leave her breasts, he lifted his upper body and shifted his gaze lower. It seemed he wanted to explore more before moving to penetration. Minji didn’t mind.
“It’s your first time, right? It’s not a very pretty place… so don’t be too disappointed.”
“No, that’s not…”
Since she offered no resistance, Hyunwoo positioned himself fully between her legs. Now he could gaze at her most intimate area without restraint.
She had worried he might be let down at the sight, but his eyes shone with pure curiosity and arousal.
“This is… Minji’s…”
“Mmm…”
When his inexperienced fingers brushed her soft folds, a small moan escaped her. The touch itself wasn’t intensely pleasurable yet, but it stirred a deep sense of anticipation.
“Here… it is…”
His fingers fumbled, searching. At last they found her slick entrance. With a wet sound, one thick finger slowly pushed inside.
“Hngh…!”
Even his finger felt noticeably thicker and harder than Jaeho’s.
“It’s… so warm and soft inside… like it’s gently sucking on my finger. And… you’re incredibly wet?”
“That’s… because I just bathed.”
Her body was already burning with expectation, but she wasn’t ready to admit it outright.
“I see…”
She couldn’t tell whether he believed her or saw through the excuse. Still, Hyunwoo continued moving his finger slowly. He seemed unsure where to touch, yet by pure chance his thick digit found the exact spot where she was most sensitive and stroked it perfectly, as though his finger had been made to fit her.
“Ha…!”
The involuntary cry didn’t escape his notice.
“Minji, are you okay?”
“That’s… never mind that. Are you really satisfied with just your fingers?”
She dodged the question and urged him toward his true goal.
“Ah, yes. Is it all right now?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Understood.”
With her permission, Hyunwoo suddenly climbed off the bed and began rummaging through his bag. He had apparently forgotten to take out a condom and leave it ready on the bedside table.
“Sorry.”
When he returned, a condom was properly fitted over his erection. Even in his nervousness, he was carefully honoring the promise he had made with Jaeho.
Minji raised her knees slightly and spread her legs, preparing to accept him.
“Good…”
Hyunwoo’s hips lowered until their bodies pressed together. His rigid length rubbed against her mound. Anticipating penetration, Minji unconsciously tensed her lower belly.
But instead of pushing inside, he simply rubbed the tip against her slick folds, teasing her entrance. Wondering if he was doing it on purpose, she glanced at his face. He didn’t look composed enough for deliberate teasing—he simply looked anxious. It seemed he didn’t even know where to aim. He kept rubbing the condom-covered head against her groin without making progress.
He doesn’t need to rush like this.
The thought had barely crossed her mind when her worry proved true.
“Ah,” Hyunwoo let out a short groan and froze.
“Ugh,” right after, his cock twitched hard. Through the condom she felt the sudden hot rush of his release.
He had come before even entering her.
“I’m sorry, Minji… I already… finished…”
Hyunwoo looked utterly crushed. He removed the condom, tied it off, tossed it into the trash, then slumped down beside the bed with his shoulders drooping.
“After coming all this way… I’m so sorry.”
He was so dejected that instead of encouraging him, she worried she might only push him deeper into despair. He had clearly come with strong determination. She couldn’t send him home like this.
“What are you talking about? You’re young. These things happen.”
“Even so… at least I’m older than you, Minji.”
It was true—Hyunwoo was older than her.
“What does that matter right now?”
This time Minji spread his legs and knelt between them. She had already prepared a wet tissue.
“I’ll clean you up nicely and get you going again.”
She wiped away every trace with careful strokes. She considered adding more caresses, but the simple friction of the tissue was enough—his cock was already hardening again.
Up close, it really was noticeably thicker and longer than Jaeho’s, with exceptional rigidity.
“Just a little more.”
Though it was already plenty hard, Minji leaned forward and brought her face close. Chup. She pressed her lips to the base and flicked her tongue across it. Slurp. Lick. She worked her way up toward the head, making wet kissing sounds, her tongue writhing like a living thing.
“Hyu-Hyunwoo… ngh,”
Realizing what she intended, Hyunwoo grabbed her shoulders and pulled her face away from his cock.
“Why? Did you not like it?”
She had planned to pleasure him thoroughly with her mouth, so his interruption confused her.
“No, it’s just… it feels too good. I was afraid I’d come again right away…”
He seemed worried about finishing in her mouth. Minji had taken Jaeho’s release before and didn’t mind, but if it prevented them from reaching their main goal, that would be a problem.
“Then this time I’ll take the lead.”
She took out a fresh condom, placed it over him, and rolled it down carefully but firmly with her hand.
“Ready?”
This time there could be no mistake. Minji straddled his hips, kneeling above him. She grasped his cock, aligned it, and slowly lowered herself. The head brushed teasingly against her entrance.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
“What’s the point of asking now? Or have you lost interest?”
“No! I’m really happy!”
“Then… Hyunwoo’s first time…”
Minji sank down in one smooth motion. Sluuurp! With a wet, obscene sound, his thick length drove deep inside her, filling the deepest, most secret place Jaeho had never been able to reach.