You Really Love Kissing, Don't You, Senior?

Just because someone has no experience doesn't mean they're pure.

Park Eunseo alone was proof of that.

Even before she got involved with me, she'd been walking around stuffed full of every filthy fantasy imaginable.

But Chu Yeonju…

She was the complete opposite of Park Eunseo. She genuinely struck me as pure.

Holding hands, hugging, kissing, caressing, having sex — she seemed like the kind of person who believed you only did those things with someone you were dating, or someone you loved.

That pure.

"…It's still a little chilly."

"It is, isn't it. Aren't you cold, Senior?"

"I'm fine. I run hot, so this cool air actually feels perfect."

The moment I showed her even that tiny scrap of concern, Chu Yeonju beamed like it made her happy.

And that wasn't all.

"What about you, Jichan-ssi? Aren't you cold? It looks like you're only wearing a shirt."

"Ah… yeah, I am feeling a little chilly."

She didn't forget to worry about the late-March evening cold either.

And once I admitted I was cold — just like she'd been fretting over — the concern poured out of her.

"Then we should hurry inside…"

"No, it's fine. I finally get to spend time with you, Senior. I can tough it out."

"……"

"…Ah, I didn't mean it like that."

"Like that?"

"Like Humin would mean it."

I flipped her worry into a laugh just by dropping Park Humin's name.

It worked pretty well.

The anxious look she'd been giving me cracked into a small pfft of laughter.

Then something seemed to occur to her. Her eyes went wide and she turned her head away for a moment.

When that pretty face came back around to me—

"…Jichan-ssi."

"Yeah?"

"Then… would you at least hold my hand? My hands are warm."

Chu Yeonju casually, carefully, asked if I wanted to hold her hand.

"I-I'm not meaning it the way Humin-ssi would either. It's just… just, you said you were cold, so I thought maybe warming your hands up a little would help…"

She was so pure that her intentions were completely transparent.

I didn't answer. I just took one of her hands.

That was probably exactly what she'd wanted.

But even with her hand in mine, her expression didn't brighten. If anything, it dimmed a little.

The reason was…

"You're right. Your hands are really warm, Senior."

"Are they?"

"Yeah. I get cold easily, so… I think about this sometimes."

"About what?"

"I've never had a girlfriend in the winter. So I wonder what it would feel like, holding a warm girlfriend's hand when it's cold out."

"……"

She wanted to kiss me.

But kissing was something you only did with someone you loved.

And she wasn't allowed to date me.

She didn't know why she wasn't allowed. Or rather, she couldn't bring herself to think about it.

She just knew that was how it had to be.

In that case, all I had to do was adjust our "relationship" just enough for her to break through that contradiction.

A relationship where we couldn't date, but we liked each other enough that affectionate sex was still on the table.

Just that much distance.

"What about you, Senior?"

"Ah… me… well, I've never had a boyfriend, so I wouldn't know."

"Why not?"

"Even if you ask me why…"

"Someone like you, Senior — I can't imagine guys would just leave you alone."

I leaned in a little, then deliberately took a step back.

"Mmm… I don't really know. Maybe I'm just boring?"

Yeah… I didn't think that was it.

No matter how dull someone's words and actions were, a pretty face made people laugh on their own.

So why hadn't the men who'd faced Chu Yeonju been able to laugh?

"No… you're not boring, Senior."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Though the dad jokes do get a little rough sometimes…"

"Ah…"

…Obviously it wasn't the dad jokes. She was just so far past the threshold of what people could handle that it shut them down.

In other words… aura.

That kind of aura crushed the energy right out of whoever was looking at her, until they couldn't even think about laughing.

The perfect example was when Park Humin and I had been clowning around the other day — the second Yeonju showed up, both of us turned into complete idiots at the same time.

I at least had the Office Romance Management App.

I had the certainty that I could end up in that kind of relationship with her, so I could face her with confidence.

Anyway.

"Just look at Humin. Even now, the second he sees you, Senior, he completely loses his mi—"

"What about you, Jichan-ssi?"

"Huh?"

"Do you think of me that way too?"

I'd leaned in and pulled back, so now she took a step closer to keep me from getting away.

"Yes."

"…Really?"

"Yes. I… yeah. I do."

"Do you… like me, by any chance?"

"……"

Exactly one step.

I neither confirmed nor denied it. I held the distance precisely where it was.

I had no idea how Yeonju would take the silence.

But…

Her grip tightened hard around my hand. Judging by that, things were definitely tipping in my favor.

And then—

"…Shall we head in?"

"……"

I tossed out the suggestion that we should start heading back, just to escape the awkwardness.

"Jichan-ssi."

"Yeah."

"You're… cold, right?"

"Uh… a little chilly, yeah."

"My hand's warm, right?"

"Yeah. Your hand is really warm, Senior."

"…I'm warm too."

"Ah… that's good."

"No, that's not what I mean."

"Then what?"

"……"

She yanked the hand she was holding and pulled me in, wrapping her arms tight around my chest.

"I'm warm."

"…Yeah. You are warm, Senior."

I played helpless, hands hovering awkwardly in the air, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠felt her breasts crush soft against me.

Which meant I was looking down at them without thinking — and when I did, my eyes met Yeonju's looking up at me.

"……"

"……"

Even with no experience, she seemed to know instinctively what this atmosphere between a man and a woman was building toward.

A kiss.

"Mmmph…"

…Though calling it that was generous.

She just squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips against mine, so it was more of a peck than a real kiss.

But that only made her cuter. Purer. It even stirred up a possessive urge.

And I could do something about that.

"Ah—mmph…!"

I got bolder.

I tightened the arm around her and slid one hand up to lock against the back of her neck.

So she couldn't run.

So the startled Yeonju couldn't pull away from this kiss, I locked down her nape and her waist.

And then…

"Chuu… mmph, haah… haah, chuu, chuuu… haaah… mmph, chuu, chuuu… haah…!"

Yeonju's hands, planted against my chest, trembled as she seemed to struggle with how to take the kiss.

More precisely…

"Pwahh… Jichan-ssi…"

"I told you. Guys don't leave a woman like you alone, Senior."

"……"

How to break through our "relationship."

After kissing Yeonju and getting back to my seat, I made a small adjustment to our "relationship."

I changed "man I want to kiss" to "man I want to have sex with."

But that alone felt a little shaky, so for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠insurance I also swapped "little brother I want to see" for "little brother who makes my pussy wet when kissed."

That ought to do it.

Chu Yeonju really was the purest thing alive — not long after I'd upgraded her from "man I like" to "man I want to kiss," we'd already made it to an actual kiss.

At this rate… if I played it right when we met this Saturday, we might go straight to the main event.

Which meant I had to keep showing up at work, grinding and grinding and grinding…

"Senior, here."

"Ah, Jichan-ssi…"

I held out and held out until Saturday finally came, and I got to meet Yeonju.

Today's Yeonju was—

"…You dressed up really nicely."

"Did I?"

A white knit that made her chest swell out in a soft surge.

A black pleated skirt that just covered her knees and flared just right.

And because that alone might leave her cold, black pantyhose on top of it.

…Too good.

"Was it far getting here?"

"Mmm, no. Just one transfer, so it didn't feel that far. So… how long does it take you from your place, Jichan-ssi?"

"About ten minutes by bus and I'm here."

"Ah… so you're close to home."

"Of course. You came all the way out here, Senior, so I'm going to make sure you have a good time today."

"I can look forward to it?"

"Of course."

Of course, if anyone thought I'd just been a model employee grinding pure work from the Tuesday we kissed through Friday, they'd be giving me way too much credit.

Naturally… I'd been blowing off steam in my own way during the weekdays.

The targets for that stress relief were, of course, Park Eunseo — and Yeonju.

Whenever our schedules lined up, Eunseo and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I worked off each other's lust over lunch or after work.

And as for Yeonju…

"So… where are we going?"

"Hmm, just in case — was there anywhere you wanted to go, Senior?"

"Mmm… I heard there's a place called a room café. I kind of want to try it."

"A room café?"

"Yeah."

Kissing.

One kiss on Tuesday evening, and she'd gotten generous about it… no, she'd gotten completely hooked.

Constantly.

The second a situation came up where a kiss was possible, Yeonju would lean in with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her lips like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Even though we weren't even dating.

"You know what a room café is, right?"

"Ah, yeah. I looked it up a little before coming…"

That look of hers.

"…You really love kissing, don't you, Senior?"

"Th-that…"

She looked like a kid who'd just had sex for the first time and gotten addicted — like she was in heat — and I loved it.

She was too cute.

"Once you go into a room café, you're stuck in there for at least two or three hours."

"I-is that so?"

"Yeah. They say you watch movies and stuff once you're in… so let's save that for after lunch, right before we part ways. For now… how about we kill a little time at the arcade and then grab lunch?"

"Ah, yeah. That sounds good."

I took her hand without even asking and started walking the streets of Anyang Ilbeonga.

Of course.

Guys walking past kept glancing at Yeonju as she was led along by my hand.

Even guys who already had girlfriends.

They didn't just glance at her face once — they twisted their necks around to stare at her.

…And a woman like that was being led by my hand.

I took her into the arcade and we played all kinds of games.

Racing games, taiko drum games, fighting games, shooting games.

We burned through time on every machine, and for lunch…

"This place is pretty good."

"Oh… this is interesting."

We settled it at a restaurant that served kimchi fried rice and pork belly together.

Yeonju must have liked it — she kept smiling while she ate… and watching her, the last of my walls crumbled and I ended up grinning like an idiot too.

…Calling myself an idiot might be a little harsh, I know.

"Here, eat this, Jichan-ssi."

"What about you, Senior?"

"I'm full. You eat a lot."

"……"

…No, when she smiled like that, how was anyone supposed to keep a straight face?

Afraid that if I kept smiling I'd start looking simple, I shoveled down the rest of the rice to hide it and got us out of the restaurant.

We hit a BB gun range.

Browsed clothes together.

Went to that VR arcade we'd talked about before.

We burned through a good chunk of the afternoon that way, and around six—

"…Senior, want to try the room café now?"

"Ah… yeah…"

We stepped into a room café nearby.