Not Premature, Right?
I wasn't premature, was I?
A memory flickered to life — the most explicit, filthy position I'd ever savored in a porn video.
The one where you pinned a woman's knees all the way back to the man's shoulders and just hammered down into her from above, rough and relentless.
That scene I'd watched so many times on that tiny smartphone screen, gripping my cock and thinking, if she spreads herself open like that, her pussy has to be on full display.
Well, since I'd already lost my mind, I figured I might as well try it for real. I grabbed Han Seoyeon's knees in both hands and shoved them hard up toward her chest.
"Hahh, ahn, ah… hah! Sunbae, you're too deep…!"
Her brash moans burst out, and with them her hips lifted completely off the bed — and through the gap, her blood-flushed, glistening entrance was bared entirely to me.
Every time my condom-covered cock, already smeared thick with come, plunged back in, I could see the red flesh of her insides dragging out along the shaft.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room in an unbroken rhythm.
Then I felt it — the inside of the condom swelling hot and heavy around me.
That unmistakable pressure of come bursting out and pooling inside the latex, sloshing against every thrust.
"H-hold on, pull out and change it. If it rips or overflows and gets anywhere, I'm fucked. I can't exactly walk into an ER to buy a morning-after pill. If it hits the news, my career's over."
"Okay…"
Had Han Seoyeon felt that same dread?
Even in the urgency of it all, her voice was calm.
Her idol survival instincts, it seemed, were still running even mid-pleasure.
Gritting my teeth, I stopped my hips.
And the instant I pulled out, Han Seoyeon's inner walls clenched down hard, almost unwillingly, dragging at the condom.
Thin strands of slick arousal stretched between us in a glistening line.
"Haah, go change it. Three more to go."
Still panting hard, legs splayed open, she looked down at me.
I took it as an order to start round two without so much as a breather.
"…Ha, seriously, you recover fast. Is that an idol thing or what? Sunbae, you're not premature, right?"
"I'm not! I'm just worked up, okay?"
While she muttered that under her breath, I tore the wrapper of a fresh condom open with my teeth.
At the same time — whether it was young stamina or sheer overload of pleasure — before the aftershocks of my climax had even faded, I felt the veins swelling along my shaft again, stiffening, refilling with blood.
It was strange. No — it was uncanny.
When I jerked off to porn, one finish meant the end. The moment I came, my cock would collapse, limp and useless, and no amount of stimulation could rouse it for a good while afterward. It just lay there like dead meat while I panted on my back. That was all it ever was.
But this was different.
It had been less than a minute since I'd emptied myself into that condom, and I was already unmistakably swelling hard again.
Han Seoyeon watched, eyes narrowing into a smile.
"Oh? Already hard again right after coming?"
"Shut up. Let me focus."
The second the new condom was on, I pushed back inside.
And sure enough — the passage, loosened from the first round, swallowed me easily.
"Ahhn. Hnngh. Harder… fuck me harder, sunbae!"
Han Seoyeon's legs wound around my waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her heels pressed hard into my ass, signaling deeper.
The force folded my upper body in half, my face dropping down toward hers — and maybe it was that angle, but every deep thrust made the small bulge in her lower belly visibly rise and fall.
"Look at your stomach. You can see my cock moving inside you."
"Nngh, shut up and just fuck me!"
"Fuck… I'm gonna come again…"
It didn't take long for me to finish a second time.
"Hnnang… it reaches all the way to my womb, it feels so good…!"
For the third round, she was the one who changed positions first.
She climbed on top of me and started moving her hips on her own.
Her pink hair swayed, damp with sweat, and her breasts bounced up and down.
Then, the fourth and final round.
Neither of us was sober with lust anymore — we were both utterly spent.
Even so, Han Seoyeon slid off me and lowered herself face-down onto the bed.
"…There's still one left."
Her hips were lifted slightly, offering herself.
"Hurry up and put it in from behind."
But having already wrung three loads out of me, my vision was flashing white and a ringing hum filled my ears.
My legs were trembling too badly to even stand properly.
And so, on that bed in my six-pyeong studio reeking of arousal and come, I simply collapsed face-first with a groan.
"What…? You're already all out of come?"
Grumbling in disappointment, she eventually settled down beside me too.
No — I'd expected her to be up in a second, gathering her clothes. But strangely, she showed no sign of moving.
Instead, like someone who couldn't quite let go of something that had ended, she pressed close against my side and did nothing but catch her ragged breath for a long while.
Then Han Seoyeon's fingertips began to drift lazily across my stomach, as if some lingering regret kept them there.
Once. Then again.
Trailing her fingers over my body for no real reason, she finally spoke, her face written over with dissatisfaction.
"What are you smiling at?"
"…Me?"
"Look at your face. You're grinning like an idiot."
Was I?
There was no mirror to check, but apparently the corners of my mouth had curled up in exhausted bliss on their own.
"I used to tell myself that even if I worked part-time jobs my whole life, someday landing even a small supporting role would make it a worthwhile life. That's how I got by."
At my quiet murmur, Han Seoyeon lifted her head slightly.
Her sweat-damp pink hair slid down onto my arm.
"A mere supporting role? With the acting chops I saw back in high school, you're leading-man material. Though your face is a bit plain, honestly. For a lead, it's a little…"
"Yeah, that's the problem."
Resting her chin on my chest, Han Seoyeon tapped my collarbone with a finger.
"So what, that's your life goal? Spending your whole life as nothing but a supporting actor? A man who satisfied me?"
Pfft. It was less mockery than resignation.
The supporting role I'd clawed and scraped for and never once obtained came out of a top idol's mouth as 'nothing but.'
Even with our bodies tangled together like this, the distance between us would never close — and the cold, bitter unfairness of that fact stung more than it should have.
So, half out of a need to vent that spite somehow, I slid my hand downward.
"Nngh. What are you…"
Han Seoyeon's hips twitched at the touch between her legs.
Three rounds of sex had left her skin so sensitive that it clung, slick and responsive, to my fingertips.
"Still, thanks to you I feel a little compensated. I don't know how that sounds."
"Compensated?"
Han Seoyeon gave a snort.
But when my thick fingers brushed over her swollen bud, her sentence broke off and started again.
"Hnn… well, I mean. I did come to you for my own satisfaction, so. A win-win, I guess?"
"…So you'll come again?"
Only after the words had left my mouth did I realize what I'd just asked.
Why had I asked that?
Was I hoping she'd say yes? Or was I afraid she'd say tonight was the end of it?
I couldn't tell myself.
I only knew that Han Seoyeon's short silence before answering felt inexplicably unsettling.
Soon, she lifted my damp fingers to her lips and licked them clean.
"Of course."
Her voice was perfectly composed.
"Why wouldn't I? Your cock is pretty useful, sunbae."
It was, apparently, high praise.
And the way Han Seoyeon's narrowed eyes curved playfully was beautiful too.
So if I thought only about what we had now, I should have been grinning ear to ear.
My former hoobae, a top idol, and I could keep sleeping together.
What red-blooded male in possession of a cock would possibly object?
And yet, in a corner of my chest where the pleasure had already swept through and faded, something sank hollow.
Because for a brief moment, I'd let myself mistake it for being wanted as a man.
"So next time, keep doing your job as my safe, reliable dildo. Got it?"
After all, my own excitement just now was more than a little laughable.
Just as expected, Han Seoyeon didn't leave until late into the night, and once she'd grabbed her clothes and gone, all that remained in my cramped studio was a strange mingling of sweat and perfume.
I needed to wash.
At the very least, I needed to change the bed sheets.
I was pretty sure I'd thought all of that… and then did none of it.
No — saying I'd fallen asleep would be wrong. Passed out was more accurate.
A guy who'd never even had his first experience firing off three loads in a single night — waking up fresh and tidying the blankets would have been the stranger outcome.
And the bill for it came due, precisely, the next morning.
"I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!"
I scrambled to jam my work sneakers onto my feet, bowing over and over.
"Tch. You're telling me the client's late because of your ass, so whatever they chew us out for is on you!"
"I'm sorry. I slept through my alarm…"
"Save it. Get in! We've got no time!"
Bang! The door of the moving truck slammed shut.
Panting hard, I crammed myself into the passenger seat.
I checked the clock — we were already nearly twenty minutes past the scheduled departure.
I'd almost been cut from the crew before I could even collect my day's pay.
Still, maybe because I worked twice as hard to make up for the lateness, the crew leader's glares had softened considerably by late morning.
When the others carried one box, I carried two.
Where they waited for the elevator, I took the stairs at a run.
Before anyone could even tell me to, I was already sprinting back to the truck for the next load.
The problem was that a body running on no sleep since the night before couldn't quite keep up with that pace.
"Hey, pace yourself. You're gonna collapse."
Coming from the crew leader who'd spent the morning chewing me out about responsibility, that said everything.
"I'm fine. I can handle it."
"Handle what? You look like a corpse."
By the time I'd gritted and grunted my way through every last piece of furniture, the sun was already sinking.
But here was the good news.
"Here. Today's pay. I threw in an extra ten thousand, so buy yourself a decent dinner and go sleep. But if you're late again tomorrow, you're done for real."
Far from being fired, I'd actually been paid extra.
So, exactly as the crew leader said, I stuffed a steaming bowl of gukbap into my stomach and dragged myself home.
No — the moment I opened the door, my face scrunched up.
"Ah, fuck. That smell…!"
The windows had been shut all day, and every trace of last night was still hanging in the air.
Sweat and perfume tangled together into some indescribable, nauseating stench.
And this was already the worst studio in the world for ventilation…
My body felt heavy enough to drop right there, but I'd sooner sleep on the floor than leave those sheets unwashed.
But just as I'd bundled the bed sheets under my arm and was heading for the bathroom—
Ding-dong. The doorbell rang.
"…Who is it?"
No answer.
What the hell. I asked again, but the hallway stayed just as silent.
Typical of the cheap-rent-only dump I'd moved into, there wasn't even a peephole camera at the front door.
And yet I walked to the door anyway, because—
Could it be Han Seoyeon?
It would be a lie to say I didn't hope so.
Maybe she'd left something behind after all of last night. Or maybe she'd come back for another round.
I ran a hand through my messy hair for no reason and opened the door.
Click.
"Seoyeon?"
And then I froze solid.
It wasn't Han Seoyeon.
Instead, standing in front of my door was a woman in a black cap pulled down low like a bucket hat.
Half her face was hidden under the brim, and at first I couldn't tell who she was at all.
But the moment she saw me, her brows knitted together.
"Why the hell did you take so long to open? It's night, and a grown man's scared to answer his own door?"
"…Sorry, what?"
Who talks like this to a total stranger?
"Wh-who are…"
"You don't know me?"
Cutting me off, the woman lifted the brim of her cap slightly.
"Han Seoyeon told me. That you slept together, sunbae."
For a moment, I had no words.
Because her face — again — was one I knew far too well.