Youngsun's First Lesson in Anilingus
Thwack. Thwack! Youngsun’s hooks slammed into the heavy bag. The sand-filled cylinder groaned and swayed with every impact. The gym owner clicked his tongue at the sheer weight behind the punches that seemed to pierce right through the 50kg mass.
"Hey, you really don't want to try out for the Olympics? You’re easily medal material for the women’s lightweight division."
"Forget it! How am I supposed to wait four years? It’s not like I’m some monk practicing wall-gazing meditation."
"Just put your name on the list, at least!"
Ignoring the owner’s suggestion, Youngsun lightened her footwork. She stepped back, then lunged forward, transferring her entire body weight into a perfect punch. The heavy bag reeled once more. She had been pounding the bag for an hour and a half since sending Kangmin and Yerim away. It was a workout volume that would have left a sturdy adult man exhausted and collapsed five times over, but it wasn't enough to settle the turmoil in Youngsun’s heart.
"Hey! Stop hitting it like a brute! You’re going to wreck your wrists!"
Only after the owner intervened did Youngsun stop her training. She downed a 1.5L bottle of water in one go and headed into the shower room. She stared intently at the full-length mirror by the entrance. Sweat poured off her like rain, soaking her sports bra. It had been a satisfying workout. She examined herself more closely, piece by piece. The boxing shorts. The muscles that tapered off as sleekly as a deer’s, the firm shoulders (she liked those, as broad shoulders made her waist look much slimmer). The C-cup breasts that she really wanted to just rip off because they were such a nuisance when exercising. Youngsun let out a deep sigh.
'Objectively speaking... it is a pretty body.'
Youngsun couldn't stop thinking about the underwear left behind in her room. First, the size and the material. Yerim, was it? The bra left behind by Kangmin’s cousin was completely different from her own. The cups, the design... A black silk lace bra. Compared to her own cotton underwear, which lacked even a hint of sexiness, she felt embarrassed. For someone like Youngsun, who struggled just to match the colors of her outfits, such lingerie was something she hadn't even considered. Would Kangmin like things like that, too? Of course, that was a secondary issue.
'Besides, why would she take off her underwear and leave it behind?'
It kept bothering her. She didn't want to ask directly, so she tried to keep it to herself, but keeping it inside only made it crawl around and torment her. Why on earth did Yerim take off her underwear? Even if you could argue she took off her bra because it was uncomfortable, her panties too? And then she slept in just leggings... What, what, what, what did they do in that room...? Could it be that she did something with her cousin...?
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Youngsun poured cold water over herself in the shower to shake off the agony. She washed her body clean with an all-in-one shampoo and body wash. Even then, the thoughts in her head wouldn't stop. She barely managed to calm her runaway mind.
'No, that’s impossible! From what I’ve seen, Kangmin is a decent guy! There’s no way he’d have that kind of relationship with his cousin!'
'Are you sure she’s his cousin?'
Huh? The "smart Youngsun" in her head whispered. This was the friend who appeared when she needed to dodge a punch or decide whether to take a southpaw or orthodox stance. Some called it intuition, others called it a gut feeling. That thought seized Youngsun. Even after returning home, it didn't leave her head. Youngsun flopped onto her pink canopy bed, staring at her phone, agonizing over what to say to Kangmin.
'Hey, is Yerim really your cousin?' Too direct.
'Yerim left her underwear behind.' What would she ask after that?
Youngsun pondered for a long time. What on earth should she text him?
While Youngsun was pounding the heavy bag, Kangmin, who had been enjoying a sticky tryst in the bathtub, came out and lay on the bed. Yerim seemed to have gotten over her sulking. It was Saturday and he was tired, so maybe he should sleep a bit more... Then he could have sex with Youngsun in his dreams, right? A question popped into his mind.
"Yerim, can you transform into Youngsun’s body?"
Yerim made a troubled expression. "Hmm... a new incarnation costs about 20 Aether."
Ack. 20 Aether? That meant 20 times having sex? Still, it wasn't impossible...
"After you transform, you have to turn back. You need a total of 40 Aether. It’s too extravagant to begin with! I’ve worked myself to the bone for 12 years to save up 20 Aether..."
Yerim seemed unable to understand why he would even worry about such things. But to him, it was magic that was easy to collect! "Can’t we just do it in the dream?"
"What is it... when we do it in the dream, it’s good, but I hate the empty feeling when I wake up."
It was true. The sensation of having done it remained clearly, but something crucial was missing. As if his soul wasn't being filled... He couldn't explain it in words. Yerim sighed too. It seemed to be a problem always raised by people who satisfied their sexual desires through dreams.
"There is a shape-shifting magic, but it takes 1000 Aether to learn. By Demon World standards, I’d have to work for about 600 years to earn that."
"By human world standards, wouldn't it take about 3 years, or maybe 1 year?"
"That’s a figure you can only reach if you do it three times a day. Are you hoping I go out and sleep with other men? I’d be happy if you could do it three times a day, Oppa."
He gave up and raised his hands. For now, he’d be satisfied with having sex with Youngsun in his dreams! "Please do a good job acting again today."
"Hmm, strictly speaking, I’m not the one acting directly. How should I explain this? Ah, it’s a difficult problem, like explaining how to swim with words..."
He lay flat, waiting to fall asleep, listening to Yerim’s explanation. Yerim wasn't acting directly in the dream?
"You accepted Oppa’s confession in the dream last time. It’s true that I’m acting, but how should I put it? It’s automatic, I guess? It’s like my body moves on its own according to Oppa’s memories or my own. How should I explain this? Ah, Oppa, you’re nodding off."
Ah, he was falling asleep... Kangmin seemed to have fallen asleep. Yerim also lay down, using Kangmin’s pillow. Just then, ring-ring-ring, the phone rang. He was sleeping, and now he was awake—damn it! Kangmin woke up and answered the phone. It was Youngsun.
"Hey, do you want to come to my place with Yerim right now? I have something to talk about."
Right now? He had no choice. He got up reluctantly. "Okay. I’ll be there."
He arrived at Youngsun’s house with Yerim. A drinking table was set up. Soju and pork belly. Yerim started drinking excitedly by herself, then went into the room where she had slept last night. Only Youngsun and he remained, and they drank a lot. Then Youngsun opened her mouth.
"Um... Yerim, you know. Is she really your cousin?"
Suddenly, goosebumps rose on his back. How should he answer? Should he insist she was? Or should he answer honestly? He chose to deflect with a question. "Why do you ask that?"
"You slept with Yerim yesterday, didn't you?"
Re-raise. He had raised the stakes in poker, but she had come back with an even larger amount. He closed his eyes, feeling dizzy. There was no way out here. He had no choice but to surrender cleanly.
"I did. She’s not my cousin, she’s my fuck buddy. So, what are you going to do? I’m sorry I lied."
Youngsun didn't speak for a while. She just sipped her drink. Then, her face turned bright red and she opened her mouth.
"Can’t you have sex with me, too?" She added, watching his reaction. "...I’ll do anything."
He stood up as if bewitched. He took Youngsun’s hand and walked to the pink canopy bed. Both of them took off all their clothes... Something was strange. He retraced his steps. He tried hard to remember the beginning of the drinking party. How did he get to Youngsun’s house? He couldn't remember if he walked or took a kick-scooter. What clothes did he choose to wear? He couldn't remember. What did he explain to Yerim? He didn't seem to have explained anything, so why was she lying in that room? How did he get in when Youngsun hadn't even opened the door? Damn it, this is a dream!
He was startled and snapped to his senses. The intro was disgustingly realistic! Especially the part where he woke up after the phone call! If he hadn't noticed that the middle parts were missing, he would have been completely fooled. Now he felt he roughly understood the principle of how this dream worked. It read his and Yerim’s memories to build a set. And they moved within it as they usually did. Like coming here after getting the call. Then, suddenly, something that couldn't happen occurred. Like the part where she asked, "Did you sleep with Yerim?" They were swept up in the situation like a small boat caught in a current. If he hadn't come to his senses, he would have naturally had sex with Youngsun without even knowing it was a dream.
'This is exactly like Inception!'
Until you realize it’s a dream, you have no choice but to act as usual. Because there’s no way to know it’s a dream. You have to realize it’s an illusion to act as you please. 'But why do I keep realizing this is a dream?' Kangmin scratched his head. Regardless, what did it matter? He should just enjoy what he wanted to do with Youngsun. It was a dream anyway, so why not go a little wild?
Ever since he received it from Yerim, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He looked it up on the internet, and it was that thing his ex-girlfriend used to do that made him go crazy thinking about it every night. The thing his current girlfriend said was insane and that she would never do even if she died...
"Noona, do you know what a rimjob is?"
Youngsun in the dream stared at him blankly. "Rimjob? What’s that?"
Ah, would she not know if he said it like that? "Do you know what it is if I call it anilingus?"
"Wh-what?"
Youngsun’s face turned bright red. The word itself was disgustingly vulgar to begin with. Combining anus + cunnilingus to make anilingus... Even someone who knew nothing would know it wasn't a good word. But Youngsun didn't seem to have a clue what it was. Hmm, did he have no choice but to teach her with his body first?
"Noona, you said you’d do anything, right? For starters, for 5 minutes, you can’t move no matter what I do, okay?"
"W-wait a minute..."
"Come on, Noona. Let’s make a promise first."
He held out his finger and forced her to make a pinky swear. Youngsun, who had made the pinky swear in a daze, looked at him with a face mixed with anticipation and fear. Then, he should start the education. It was a dream anyway, so what did it matter! No matter how harshly he treated Youngsun here, it would have zero impact on the real Youngsun. It was the same as having sex with her in his imagination! Although there was a difference in that it was a realistic imagination!