#12 Scenario: Merry Christmas Gift
Sweat-soaked Santa outfit clung to her skin, and she desperately wanted to peel it off—but with Nam Siu standing right there, she hesitated.
Meanwhile, he stood completely naked, his cock dangling freely in front of her as he tilted his head.
"Hurry up and strip, Soyul. We gotta shower."
"T-together?"
"Yeah? Of course, we're a couple."
She felt the common sense she'd known about couples cracking, new ideas slipping into the fissures.
"I didn't know..."
Watching him speak as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she stripped off her Santa dress without a second thought. It was a one-piece, so it came off in a single motion.
She folded the damp, sweat-drenched fabric and set it aside, then followed him to the bathroom.
Splash.
"...The bathroom's cold."
It was obvious, but the room had been so toasty that the sudden chill caught her off guard.
Swish.
"Come here. It'll warm you up."
She took his outstretched hand and stepped close. He spread his arms with a grin and nodded, so she nestled softly into his embrace.
She felt his swinging cock brush her bare skin, but it wasn't disgusting. If anything, thinking about how it had just been inside her made it seem almost... cute.
"Toothbrush here."
"Thank you."
"Still talking so stiffly, huh."
"Sorry, it's a habit."
"It's fine," he said, patting her shoulder. They stood side by side in front of the mirror, toothbrushes in mouth.
Whoosh—!
With the warm cascade of water as background noise, they finished brushing.
Splish.
Their wet skin slapped together.
"Soyul, your tits are seriously pretty."
"Pardon?"
At his compliment, she stood still and glanced down. Her perky breasts were just the right size for one hand.
Pretty was the perfect word—more than big.
"Body lotion's right here. I'll wash you."
"I can do it myself..."
"Huh? Couples wash each other."
Another sliver of common sense etched itself into her mind.
Squish.
As he lathered the lotion into foam and wiped it over her body, she suddenly thought of her little siblings. It felt just like when she washed them.
"Spread your legs."
"...Okay."
The difference? Every time his warm hands grazed her sensitive spots, a tingle shot through her core.
He knelt, sliding his wrist between her thighs, rubbing front to back. Lewd stimulation hit her pussy and asshole.
"Hnngh...!"
"Done."
The moment her stifled moan escaped, he stood, leaving her exhaling a faint, heated breath of disappointment.
"Huu..."
"Soyul~ Come here~."
She approached, body thick with foam, and hugged him. As he embraced her and rubbed against her, she felt like a human towel.
"Let me wash you too. I'm good at it from doing my siblings."
No experience with grown-ups, but she was confident anyway. She pumped more body wash and stepped behind him as he gripped the sink.
Zing.
Like static in her hair, flashes of memories raced through her mind—as if she'd been in this bathroom, this situation before.
What was that...?
Memories of licking his asshole here flickered up, but she shoved them down.
Am I a pervert...?
She shook her head and knelt, rubbing his legs with both hands.
Thud.
Once his ankles were foamed, he spread his legs. Guessing his intent, she slipped her wrist between his thighs, just like he'd done to her.
"Ah..."
Her fingertips brushed his balls, and higher up, she felt his hardening cock.
"You doing it got me hard again."
"You don't have to say that."
"Got it."
She stifled a chuckle at his cute reaction, stood, and grabbed the showerhead.
"Turn around."
Like an obedient kid, he pivoted, and she rinsed him with warm water.
"Temperature okay?"
"Yeah, perfect."
"I wash my siblings a lot, so I'm good at this."
After rinsing off all the foam, they toweled each other dry. A tiny doubt crept in—was this really how first times went?
"But, oppa."
Out of the bathroom, she called to him.
"...?"
"Did you... do this with your ex-girlfriends too?"
Dread twisted in her gut, but curiosity won out.
"Hm? A little?"
"..."
His vague answer made her pout. He patted her ass and grinned awkwardly.
"I'll be twenty-eight next year~. Can't all be firsts~."
She knew, but it still stung.
"Then you should've come to me before your first girlfriend."
"...You'd have been a minor."
She knew that too, but wanted to whine anyway. Grabbing his hand, she looked up pleadingly.
"From now on, all your firsts are with me."
"Got it. Everything with you, Soyul. Okay?"
"Yeah. Good."
Now that they were dating, she let a bit of jealousy slip.
Dating unlocked more aegyo and jealousy than expected.
Just added the 'dating' setup, and it's this effective. Wild.
She'd pout and glare, but one grin from him and she'd smile back—like raising a cute kitten.
"Finish the movie, then dinner out?"
"Sounds good."
Pity about the Santa outfit, but it was too sweat-soaked. She hung it on the laundry rack's dryer and plopped naked on the sofa.
He grabbed Maeng Soyul's hand beside him and pulled the blanket over them. They watched the movie, sipping leftover wine, passing time ordinarily.
This really felt like being a couple.
"Ah~. Movie's over. Fun, right?"
"Yep."
Her eyes sparkled as she nodded.
"Focused this time, and it was super fun."
"Couldn't focus earlier? Why?"
"..."
"Me?"
He'd felt her gaze during the first movie and teased; nailed it.
"Aww~, so cute. Kissy on the cheek."
He offered his cheek; she gave a sassy side-eye but pecked it anyway.
"Time to head out. Sunset spot's pretty."
"Really?"
Already showered—just dress. "This for you, Soyul."
"..."
He dangled the discarded fishnet lingerie; she stared blankly.
"New undies—waste to wear once and toss."
"...Feels weird. Just this once."
She took them, blushing at the see-through mesh, slipped them on, then layered clothes over. Coat on, she fixed makeup in the full-length mirror.
Unfamiliar with it, she fiddled endlessly. Knowing it was to look good for him made it adorable.
That's the 'young girl' appeal.
His type? Peers over kids—two years younger ideal. But Maeng Soyul made him rethink.
"Ready?"
He finished dressing and joined her.
"Yep, all set."
Lips pursed, she finalized makeup and nodded. Her youth and flawless skin made light makeup glow.
"Glad I get to spend Christmas with you."
He sprinkled cringy sweet talk. Weird to outsiders, but honey to lovers.
"Hand."
Hand-in-hand in the elevator, out into the dimming sky.
Whoooosh.
Wind whipped through the apartment complex, brisk but walkable.
"Where we going?"
"Pretty place. Follow and see—reserved it."
"...Really?"
She gripped his hand tighter. Her tiny palm wriggled cutely inside.
Maeng Soyul.
"Seoul?"
She gawked at the bus sign.
"Yep. Christmas—gotta take you to Seoul."
"R-really?"
Entering Seoul, buildings towered, glittering unlike her rundown home.
To not get lost in the crowd, she clung to Nam Siu's hand, trotting quick steps.
"Elevator up."
He hit the top floor; she eyed him curiously.
"Where? Tell me?"
"You'll see when it opens."
Ding.
Doors parted to a bar-like space.
Slide.
Auto-door opened to a packed crowd.
"Reserved—Nam Siu, two."
He showed the booking on his phone; her heart sank a bit.
Probably brought exes here too. Then he whispered:
"First time for me too—super nervous. Didn't show?"
Her heaviness vanished.
"You didn't. Me neither?"
"Totally natural. No amateur vibes, us."
"Right. Hehe."
His tone cracked her up.
"But really, what's this place?"
"Rooftop lounge."
"...What's that?"
"Drink spot?"
Guided outside—to the roof.
"Wow..."
Couples clustered around a massive central tree, snapping pics. Then, like magic, snow fluttered from the sky.
"Pretty, huh?"
"Y-yeah... First time somewhere like this."
Unforgettable magic.
Crackle.
At their reserved seats, a fire-pit like a bonfire was set.
"...Fire on a roof okay?"
"Dunno."
Beer and snacks ordered, he pulled out his phone.
"Pic time."
"Okay...!"
Cheek-to-cheek, beaming into the camera. Genuine thanks welled for her first boyfriend.
"Thank you, oppa. For bringing me here... Everything's a first with you."
"Nah, thank you for coming with me."
She giggled behind her hand. Silently prayed this lasted forever.