First Date with Yerim
"Ugh—what time is it?" I checked the clock. It was six in the morning. I’d fallen asleep the moment I got home, so I woke up feeling incredibly refreshed. Even the cooing of the turtledoves outside sounded pleasant. Thinking about last night made me even more excited.
"Yuda-nuna, at least she was willing to give me a blowjob and a rimjob." She struggled with the actual sex part, though. Maybe as time goes on, I’ll be able to have sex with her in reality, not just in my dreams? Just like how Yerim-nuna reached out because she was desperate. Still, I felt a bit bummed that things ended so awkwardly in my dream last night without me finishing.
I peeked under the blanket at Charles, who was still fast asleep. She was still out cold. Thankfully, the skin that had turned red from the tattoo had calmed down quite a bit. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Wow, she’s seriously sexy, though..." I couldn't take my eyes off the tattoo. The garter belt tattoo revealed beneath her dolphin shorts made my cock go rock hard. The black lace and roses wrapping around her thighs were so erotic. I wanted to have sex with her right now. I wanted to strip off just the dolphin shorts, pull up her t-shirt to show off the ribbon tattoo, and fuck her ass hard while she had her legs up. I hadn't looked up any magic for anal sex yet, so would that be difficult? If anal was out of the question, regular sex would be fine too!
I debated whether or not to wake Charles up. "No, let's take some photos first." I learned this back in the reserve forces: if you take pictures, they come in handy for a lot of things. They’re great for showing off, and they’re great for reminiscing later. The red marks left on her thighs like this would only last for a moment. I had to capture them in a photo.
I covered only her stomach with the blanket and snapped a few pictures. She was cute and sexy enough to be the main profile picture on Pornhub. The way she was sleeping so soundly, so defenseless, was adorable. The tattoo really stood out, too. Hmm, I guess this is enough. Now, time for some... morning sex...
I was about to turn off my phone when I noticed a KakaoTalk message that had come in overnight. It was from Yerim-nuna. I opened the chat to check it.
Ugh. We meet twice a week... today is Sunday, the last day, so I knew Yerim-nuna would reach out. But the message came in at five in the morning. How desperate for sex was this woman to be up so early?
I was debating how to respond when Yerim-nuna sent another message.
Aaaah! She messaged me the second the '1' disappeared! I was startled and hurriedly replied.
She must have been staring at her phone the whole time.
She sent a white heart instead of a red one. I guess she’s shy because we aren't officially boyfriend and girlfriend. She has a cute side, but the fact that she’d been up since five in the morning clutching her phone was terrifying. I put the phone down, trembling with fear.
"So... I can't do it with Charles...?" Seeing Charles sleeping so peacefully, I felt so disappointed. Damn it... I wanted to have sex with tattooed Charles... I felt sullen. It felt like having a delicious nine-course meal right in front of me only to have it snatched away. You might say, "You lived as a virgin for over twenty years, you greedy bastard," but anyone would complain if they went from three meals a day to one. However, if I let my lust take over and had sex with Charles now, I had no idea how Yerim-nuna would react. She might actually try to crush my balls.
"I, I just have to endure it." Damn it! Instead, I’m going to torment Yerim-nuna to death! She likes it the more I torment her anyway! I gritted my teeth and reviewed the play I had planned for Yerim-nuna. I wasn't going to stop even if she cried her eyes out. I thought about telling her what clothes to wear, but I decided to just trust her sense of style. But I didn't even need to see it—it would definitely be leggings and a crop top. It’s revealing, sure, but it lacks any element of surprise...
I sent another message to Yerim-nuna.
If it was Yerim-nuna, she was probably clutching her crotch after reading that. I sighed and muttered to myself, "Just you wait... I’m going to turn you into a complete mess today..."
Charles was a lost cause. I could have sex when I got back at night, but I had a feeling I’d be squeezed dry to the last drop by Yerim-nuna today. I forgot about Charles and organized the things I wanted to do with Yerim-nuna. Just thinking about the play I wanted to do and the places I wanted to go made my cock stand up. I imagined Yerim-nuna crying, her face contorted, succumbing to my threats that I’d never see her again. I’d do it much more intensely and roughly than I did with the succubus...
"Oppa, are you awake-?" I told Charles, who had barely opened her eyes, that I was going to meet Yerim-nuna today, fed her breakfast, and put her back to sleep. She whined about wanting to have sex with me, but I barely managed to soothe her by telling her to hold it in.
Time passed, and it was ten minutes before nine in the morning. There was a bustling noise outside the window. "Hm, is she here?" I heard the screech of a bike stopping. She must have ridden a bike. There were skid marks on the asphalt. That woman really is crazy about working out. She didn't stop there; I heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming up. It looked like she was carrying her bike up to my place. When I opened the door, I came face-to-face with her as she was locking her bike to the railing.
"This bike cost over three million won. It’d be a problem if it got stolen." Ah. I see. I checked her outfit as she spoke. A thin windbreaker she usually wears, five-inch bike shorts that go down to her knees, and a sports bra. It’s revealing, sure, but it just gives off the vibe of a healthy, athletic woman—it doesn't make you think, 'Ah, how fresh!' I was a bit disappointed. But Yerim-nuna, oblivious to my feelings, just looked at me with sparkling, excited eyes.
"You're all ready, right? Should we go to my place right away? Or, are you going to... do it in front of Charles?" She blushed and tried to peek inside the door. She really only has dirty things on her mind! But I had to stop somewhere else today. I had a lot of preparations to make for the play I had in mind.
"Nuna, shall we go shopping together?"
"E, eh?" Yerim-nuna stuttered when I suddenly grabbed her hand. She’s usually crying while getting fucked in the ass, yet she’s shy about something as simple as holding hands.
"We're stopping by the shopping district today."
"R, really?" She blushed, embarrassed by our tightly clasped hands, and her fingers twitched. I didn't let go on purpose. I held her hand at the bus stop, held it on the bus, and held it when we got off. Yerim-nuna’s chatter dropped off sharply. She couldn't even focus on my questions and started talking about other things. To think she’d become this docile just from holding hands. It was fun and cute. Still, seeing as she kept holding on when she could have pulled her hand away whenever she wanted, she seemed to be enjoying the situation itself.
As we walked through the shopping district after getting off, Yerim-nuna muttered quietly, "Holding hands, it’s strangely embarrassing. I’ve never held a man’s hand other than my dad’s. I’ve grabbed men by the collar or done cheek clinches while doing jiu-jitsu, but..."
...Let's pretend I didn't hear the last part. When I didn't answer, Yerim-nuna glanced at a motel on the side of the road and asked me, "Are we not doing it right away?"
Ah, Nuna! Come on! I ignored her and led her by the hand to a boutique in the street. I was going to make her wear clothes she’d never worn before! Last time, she wore that beige ribbed dress, the shoulder-baring version that covered her knees, right? But today, I planned to buy her something much more revealing. I went into a store and picked out an outfit that would look good on her. Yerim-nuna hesitated when she saw the dress I picked.
"W, wait a second. Isn't this too short? And dresses don't really suit me..."
"No. This suits you, Nuna. You have an amazing body from all that working out. It’s a waste not to show it off."
"No... but still, this..." She looked at the dress on the hanger, hesitating. Damn. I leaned in close to her and whispered, "You said you’d do anything, Yerim-nuna. You have to do as I say when it comes to what you wear, too."
At that, she blushed and glared at me before snatching the clothes and heading into the fitting room. It took much longer than it usually takes me to change. It’s a dress, so it should be much faster to put on, so why was she taking so long? It’s not like she didn't know how to put it on. After a long time, Yerim-nuna opened the door and peeked her face out. She was stuttering again.
"You, don't tease me... If you tease me, I won't let you off..."
"I'm not teasing you-" I held my breath when I saw Yerim-nuna come out. First of all, I liked the sleeveless cut that showed off her entire armpit. It’d be a waste not to show off those slim, concave armpits. And because I deliberately picked a size smaller, her chest, ab lines, the mound of her mons, and her hip lines were exposed quite blatantly. Conscious of where my eyes were scanning, she tugged at the dress, trying to pull the clinging fabric away as much as possible. But as she pulled the dress to hide her mons, the underwear lines around her hips became prominent. They were really thin, though. Was she wearing a thong?
Seeing my expression, Yerim-nuna blushed deeply and shouted silently, 'Hey, don't stare so blatantly! It's embarrassing! Are you happy making me wear something like this?'
A navy H-line dress. If I hadn't picked it out, it would never have entered her wardrobe in her entire life. It was even short, so careless Yerim-nuna would definitely expose her underwear while walking up the stairs. I was a bit disappointed that the ribbed beige dress she wore during our first time together went down to her knees. What a waste it would be not to show off those sturdy, beautifully tanned thighs! I especially loved how embarrassed she was, to the point of sweating. I was very satisfied.