Chapter 134 - #12 Scenario: Merry Christmas Gift
It was the kind of underwear that made her face flush just looking at it.
"Uh... um...."
Maeng Soyul wore a troubled expression as she lifted the lingerie with her fingertips.
A very thin mesh panty dangled before her eyes.
"And the size... looks small...."
She was petite, but this seemed even smaller.
"......"
Nam Siu, who had given her this as a gift, seemed so wicked. Did all men like stuff like this?
More importantly, did she have to wear it?
A flurry of thoughts raced through her mind.
"I... guess I have to, right...?"
He'd given it to her as a gift, so it felt wrong not to wear it and go out.
"Haa...."
With a soft sigh, she rose to her feet.
Thinking of all he'd done for her as her senior, she could at least wear this much.
She just couldn't stop her face from heating up with embarrassment.
"Auu...."
Even undressing took a lot of hesitation.
Rustle.
She stripped off her clothes, piling them on the bed, and began changing.
After removing the underwear she'd carefully chosen that morning and slipping into the mesh one, a prickly chill raised goosebumps on her skin.
"It... clings...."
The tight squeeze made her grab the panties and pull them out, then let go.
Smack.
The strap snapped back painfully, making her wince. Then she picked up the red Santa girl outfit laid out in front.
Rustle.
At least this was normal—thank goodness. The cotton fabric didn't irritate her skin much and was thick enough to feel like regular winter clothes.
Once fully dressed, the scent of new clothes wafted up.
"D-does it... suit me...?"
She put on the hat with its white pom-pom last, then cautiously opened the door.
"Sunbae...."
Her voice was too soft to hear.
"Oppa...?"
"Oh, you're out?"
Gathering her courage to call him "Oppa," he finally reacted.
"Hold on a sec. This is hot, so let it cool and then drink."
"Ah... okay."
As he approached to hand her the cup, he finally saw her outfit.
"Whoa! It really suits you, wow.... The size fits perfectly, good thing."
"Does it really suit me?"
"For real. Wow, you're so pretty?"
Hearing him call her pretty made her feel embarrassed, shy, and flustered, but a pleased smile crept onto her lips anyway.
She took the warm cup and headed to the full-length mirror in the living room.
The dress-like Santa girl outfit, flaring out at the sides, added an extra touch of cuteness.
"Can I take a photo?"
"A photo?"
He looked at her with expectant eyes.
"Sure."
She didn't want to disappoint him, so she nodded.
"Wait there, stand right here. Oh, put the cup down."
He grabbed his camera, looking as serious as a professional photographer, and started snapping away.
Click.
Click.
She'd hardly ever been photographed before, so she had no idea how to pose.
The shots came out awkward in pose and expression.
"Wanna see?"
He turned the camera to show her.
She scurried over and peered at the photos cautiously—they were painfully stiff.
"Ah... delete them, please."
"Why? You're pretty in them?"
"N-no, they look so weird...."
She looked like she hadn't done her makeup and came off plain.
"They're really pretty. Come here."
He set the camera down, pulled her close by the waist, and gave her a light kiss.
Mm.
Smack.
Their lips met, and they gazed into each other's eyes.
As if by some unspoken promise, smiles tugged at their lips.
Pfft.
Hee.
"You're too pretty? My Soyul."
"Thank you."
By then, his hand had slid down to her butt.
"Oppa?"
"Yeah? Oh... I'm a guy too, so seeing how pretty you are makes me suddenly wanna do it...."
"......Pardon?"
She didn't grasp what he meant.
"......?"
"......?"
They just stared at each other with wide eyes.
"Ah... right, it's your first time."
"......Pardon?"
Nam Siu scratched his forehead as realization dawned.
"You've got the gift on, so how about we make some pasta and eat?"
"Yes! Sounds good."
They pulled out the ingredients he'd bought and stood side by side in the kitchen.
She touched the marble countertop, admiring it.
"Soyul, just open the pasta there."
While the water boiled, she opened the pasta package and watched him.
"Oppa, you really know how to cook?"
"Huh? First time for me too, honestly I suck at cooking. I'm just doing it 'cause I wanna make it for you. Too much? Should we order in?"
Even if he wasn't great at it, the effort he put in for her sake was endearing.
She clasped her hands behind her back and shook her head.
"No, I like it. Need help with anything else?"
"Oh, then prep these."
She took the onion and bacon, her delicate hands chopping away on the cutting board.
Chop chop chop.
Even the quiet stillness felt exciting with her there.
This made it feel like they were a real married couple living together—nice.
Just being together felt comfortable and uplifting.
Looking at him felt reassuring, like they could dream of a future side by side.
It was a feeling she'd never known, making her heart flutter.
"All done here."
"Ah, thanks."
He added a bit of oil to the frying pan and sautéed the onion and bacon.
Then the boiled noodles and cream—perfect cream pasta.
"We got parsley earlier, right? Hand that too."
"Yep."
He plated the freshly made pasta nicely and headed to the living room.
"I'll grab the wine too."
"Okay."
Pasta that looked delicious and a bottle of wine on the living room table. He drew the curtains.
With the mood lighting on, even though it was lunchtime, it felt like a serene evening.
"Mm, you like old movies?"
"Pardon? Oh, yes."
She knew next to nothing about movies, so she just nodded.
They watched the gentle film together, taking bites of pasta amicably.
Slurp.... Oh? Tastes better than I thought?
Slurp... Yeah.
Glug glug.
He poured wine into their glasses.
Clink.
They met eyes, clinked glasses lightly, and took a sip—the astringent yet sweet taste coated her tongue.
"How's the wine?"
"Mm... not sure. First time trying wine.... You?"
"Honestly, I don't know much either. Bought it just to have with you."
Pfft.
His words made her laugh. She got nervous every time they met too, but seeing him now, he was just like her.
Clink.
They kept clinking and sipping wine.
"Wanna lean?"
He sat comfortably on the sofa, arm raised. Without anyone teaching her, she instinctively nestled into his embrace.
The winter romance movie on TV sweetened the mood even more.
His hand draped over her shoulder.
Stroke.
Leaning into Nam Siu's chest, she reached up and took his hand.
"The outfit's pretty."
Thinking he meant the movie's heroine, she nodded.
"No, you, Soyul."
"Me?"
"Yeah, I thought the clothes were pretty, but it's you who's pretty."
Maeng Soyul pouted and lifted her head.
"Sunbae."
"Yeah?"
"You compliment so smoothly?"
A hint of sulkiness—not quite jealousy, but close. Had he said the same to those women he'd met before?
"I'm saying you're pretty. Guess the girls I met before weren't much, trying to get to you."
"......Pfft~."
She pursed her lips like it was a lie, but hearing it still made her feel great.
Clink.
Another sip of wine.
The sweet aroma lingering in her mouth gently intoxicated her.
Her body warmed softly.
The fiddling of their intertwined fingers, the warmth radiating from his embrace—it all made her heart race.
Clink.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the TV as she sipped wine, but their fingers kept playing endlessly.
Her heart pounded, and thinking they might do it tonight made her down there grow wet.
The thought of maybe having her first time kept her from focusing on the movie.
Stroke.
His movement startled Maeng Soyul, and she blurted out,
"W-why?"
"Huh? Just pouring more wine."
"Ah."
Nam Siu grinned at her reaction and leaned in closer.
"Why? Were you hoping for something?"
"N-no, not at all."
She averted her eyes from his near gaze.
"Soyul, look at me~."
"......"
She slowly turned to meet his eyes.
The moment their gazes locked, his lips covered her shy little ones, as if he'd been waiting.
Mush.
He loomed over Maeng Soyul as she lay back on the sofa.
He brushed her bangs aside, kissed her forehead, and stroked her cheek.
"Soyul, what about me made you confess?"
"......Dunno."
"That's kinda hurtful."
"......Just liked you."
It was too embarrassing to get specific.
"What do you like about me, Oppa?"
"Huh? Tell you everything? One day wouldn't be enough."
He grinned slyly, kissed her forehead again, and whispered in an embarrassingly sweet voice and breath.
"Love kissing your forehead like this, and here, your nose."
He kissed the bridge of her nose, then moved to her cheek.
"These little cheeks are so cute. Lips too, smack."
"......"
After their lips met, he went for her ear.
"Ha-ut."
His breath on her ear made her heated body leak a moan.
"Ha-eung...."
"Whoa... Soyul, you're so sexy?"
"N-no, I'm not."
She hadn't expected "sexy" to sound so sexy itself.
What if he heard her pounding heartbeat?
His hand lifted her chin gently, then his lips brushed her nape lightly.
"Ha-eung...."
Maeng Soyul's body trembled finely. Not knowing where to put her small hands, she just clenched them in the air.
"Your neck's pretty too. My girlfriend has no ugly spots."
"......That's not true......"
"To me, you're prettier than anyone? Here, here."
Seeing his playful face as he touched her, she smiled back soon enough.
She was starting to vaguely understand what it meant to be loved.
"Ha-ut?!"
In that instant, his thick, rough manly hand slipped between her thighs, lifting her skirt.
"Oppa......"
"Yeah?"
"......"
Her lips pursed shyly before she ventured,
"This is my first time......"
"......"
His silence made her look up.
"I really am a virgin."
"Y-yeah. I'm your first, huh.... I'll cherish you more."
"......For real?"
"Of course~. Thanks for giving me your first. You trust Oppa, right?"
Maeng Soyul nodded. She felt she could trust him all the way.