The Obscene and Unspeakable Secret of Youngsun

But no matter how I looked at it, my tastes weren't exactly something I could reveal to others. I answered that I didn't have any.

"How boring."

She sighed, looking genuinely disappointed that I didn't have a fetish. No, why would you even want to know!

"You have such a good personality, too. You don't have dirty thoughts, and you even care enough to tell me not to hit the boss. You seem like the type who lives life getting the short end of the stick."

Well, I suppose so.

We continued making such trivial small talk as we headed toward her studio apartment. When she unlocked the door and we stepped inside, I was stunned by the atmosphere of the room.

"What? Why?"

Unlike her usual easygoing demeanor, the room was neatly organized in a monochromatic color scheme. In particular, the 12kg dumbbells, kettlebells, and pull-up bar—it felt less like a room for a woman in her twenties and more like the quarters of a special forces soldier. I didn't think even a military barracks would have such sharp, precise angles.

As I looked around, I discovered something that didn't fit in.

Youngsun seemed embarrassed by the bed and scratched her head. "My dad bought it for me in middle school, hoping I'd become a bit more ladylike. Doesn't look like it had any effect, does it?"

Short hair, no makeup, and her skincare routine was just an all-in-one lotion. Plus, she could fold most men in one go with a single body blow. I realized he must have bought it hoping she'd live a more feminine life.

"Hey, stop staring. Just pick out some clothes."

She opened the closet door on the wall. It was filled with neatly folded workout clothes. "I don't really wear tight leggings. I was actually going to throw away the ones that show off the Y-zone. I only wore them once, so it's fine if you take them."

Youngsun had a decent set of hips, though not quite as much as Yerim's. But if they were tight on her, what would they look like on Yerim? I secretly gulped and packed them into her duffel bag one by one. Then came the pink and mint-colored dolphin shorts, various t-shirts from athletic meets, and a few crop tops. While I looked away, she quickly shoved something wrapped in plastic into the bag. It was probably underwear. I was moved by her thoughtfulness...!

"Phew. I'm exhausted."

After finishing the clothes, she brushed her bangs back and pulled out a beer. She gave me a can, too, and started chugging hers. But the atmosphere felt strange. What was this? Why did she keep looking at me? Could it be... did she want to do something with me? Bringing me to her studio apartment had felt a bit suspicious, but between the scuffle with the boss earlier and the way she was taking care of me, had she fallen for me?

The towel she lent me, the kindness she was showing... could it be? As I glanced at her, she suddenly sat down right next to me.

"Hey, if a girl gives you clothes, you have to return the favor."

"A favor? Like what?"

Then, suddenly, Youngsun grabbed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my neck and kissed me. It wasn't rough like her usual image; it was soft, just like when I was with Yerim. She nibbled on my lips here and there, and her tongue slipped inside to entwine with mine. She kept her eyes tightly shut, as if she were shy. Oh, was it like that? Like those old commercials that say you have to kiss before you start dating...

We kissed for quite a long time. I worried about where to put my hands, so I hugged her neck and waist. The bare skin exposed at her waist felt slightly cool. How long had we been stuck like that? Youngsun stopped the kiss and pulled away.

Tsk, the same result again. No matter how long we kissed or how much I imagined having sex, she didn't get wet. Youngsun pulled back, disappointed. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"That's enough. I gave you the clothes, so go home now."

I asked her, worried. "Noona, is something wrong?"

She had suddenly hugged and kissed me, only to kick me out saying it was nothing. It was clearly strange, but she shook her head. "No. Nothing at all. This is enough. If you go around telling people about this, you're dead, got it?"

She raised her fist, but I kept watching her face until I put my shoes on at the entrance. Even right before closing the door, I shouted, "Noona, if you really have something on your mind, call me!"

Left alone, Youngsun let out a deep sigh. "I should take a shower."

After her shower, she lay alone on her bed and sighed again. 'Stopping me from hitting the boss... Kangmin must have a kind and gentle personality, too. Sigh, it was a bust this time as well.'

She put on her underwear, lay on her side, and hugged a long body pillow. She pressed the pillow against her clitoris and squeezed it firmly with both legs. 'When I'm alone, I get so wet...'

There was a slight difference. Youngsun was imagining Kangmin tying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her hands with a towel. She shouted at the Kangmin in her imagination who had bound her arms, "No, I hate it, don't do it—!"

"Why? You like this, don't you, Noona?"

Kangmin laughed slyly and tied her hands once more. The version of her in her imagination couldn't escape the restraints. But in reality, her hand reached for the massage lotion on the nightstand next to the bed. It was lotion for muscle massages, but it had been a long time since Youngsun used it for that purpose. She had already taken care of the preparation with the bidet while showering. She put on a latex glove and applied a bit of massage gel to the fingertips. Then, she gently caressed her own anus.

"No, Kangmin... it's not like that..."

She turned her head and tried desperately to deny it, but the Kangmin in her mind was already reading her thoughts through and through.

"You were excited when you grabbed my cock today, weren't you, Noona? You were thinking about how nice it would be if something this thick fucked your asshole, right?"

As Kangmin said the word "asshole," her pussy tightened intensely. She was already flooding.

"Stop! Stop it! I... I've never done it before...! But to start with the ass, that's crazy!"

What woman in the world would do anal sex before ever having vaginal sex? She tried to say she wanted to have regular sex first, but Kangmin shook his head. "You have something else you really want to do, so why do you keep lying?"

Then, Kangmin leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"You perverted bitch."

She hadn't even imagined putting it in her ass yet, but at the part where Kangmin berated her, her fingers were already violently poking at her anal opening, sending Youngsun to a climax. She buried her face in the body pillow and screamed silently. Sparks seemed to fly in her head, and then all the strength drained from her body.

"Haa... haa..."

Youngsun sighed. It felt good, but masturbating with the face of someone she knew felt uneasy. It was an imagination that would never come true anyway. She should have imagined a fit, fictional fitness trainer instead. This was all because of her damn brother.

Youngsun cursed her older brother. She had shared a computer with him when she was in school. One day, she was bored and digging through the computer when she found a folder that was suspiciously large. It was full of porn. Among them were files her brother had moved to a different folder because they weren't his taste. They were hardcore non-mosaic enema, anal, and sadistic SM series filmed in Japan. Watching the videos made her feel strange. Her lower body would itch, and she'd feel a thrilling sensation in her stomach. After that, the related videos kept increasing. Every time, she would secretly copy them to her PMP, and in the back of the classroom, she would pretend to study while standing at a stand-up desk, watching hardcore humiliation-restraint-anal videos—it was so exciting that her lower body would be soaking wet.

She knew well that it wasn't normal. She tried to fix it after that, but with regular porn, her lower body would be as dry as a desert. Instead, the acts slowly escalated. Tying her wrists with a towel and fixing them to the bed, masturbating her clitoris with one hand. Putting both hands under a pillow and pressing down with her head so she couldn't move, rubbing her crotch against a body pillow in a cowgirl position, and so on.

After entering college, she would sometimes drink and try kissing men, wondering if she could satisfy her desires, but she failed every time. All the men she met were afraid to treat Youngsun roughly. And Youngsun was too embarrassed to death to say her tastes out loud. As a result, she would always try to have a relationship, but because she was bone-dry, she kept failing.

'Who on earth can I tell about such a perverted fetish!'

During the company dinner earlier, she had glanced at Kangmin while drinking. They were quite close, and his face and body weren't bad. He was diligent and rarely late. Could he have an interest in SM or anal? But the response she got was lukewarm.

'What a waste... having such a thick cock...'

Youngsun moved her hand, gauging the size of the cock she had touched during the day. Her face turned red again. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠If something like that entered her ass... and while berating her as a pervert, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠too.

'Should I try finding a partner on Twitter?'

She briefly checked out some accounts on an anonymous account she'd made without posting anything, but hardcore sex with someone who might have an STD... no matter how she thought about it, it was scary. She looked through the timeline and put her phone down. Someone who would date her sweetly during the day, but then ravage her messily at night no matter how much she cried out. And safely, too. It would be hard to find someone like that on Twitter...

Youngsun sighed and buried her face in the pillow. Sleepiness washed over her. Youngsun slowly drifted off to sleep.