I Wanted to Hear Those Words
Room cafés used to be wonderful places.
Lately, though, they'd become… not so great, at least not in any sexual sense.
Not long ago, for one reason or another, room cafés had stopped being true "room" cafés at all.
This was a very recent development. I knew about it, but Chu Yeonju apparently didn't.
"Ah…"
She looked faintly flustered at how completely different this place was from the room café she'd researched online.
…God, she's ridiculously cute.
She'd somehow figured out that a room café was still a semi-private space, and she'd walked in fully intending to kiss me. But once we were inside, the only thing standing between us and the rest of the world was a single curtain hanging from the door.
We weren't going to have sex here, but we would be trading every kind of secret conversation… and kissing, and heavy skinship. Even Yeonju, with ordinary common sense, would know that a scrap of fabric wasn't going to muffle any of that.
Still, she'd been the one who wanted to come. She couldn't exactly turn around and leave.
"Let's go in."
"Ah, okay…"
Without hesitation, I took Yeonju's hand and led her inside. We found our assigned room, dumped our things, then stepped back out together to grab a few simple snacks.
Even that seemed to delight her. She beamed as she accepted her slushie.
Two slushies and a mountain of popcorn. Snacks in hand, we returned to our room.
Once settled, we killed a little time watching a movie—a comedy. We giggled our way through it, and when the credits rolled…
"……"
"……"
…silence.
With nothing left to talk about, the awkwardness settled in thick, and that made it impossible not to notice the sounds drifting in from the other rooms.
From somewhere nearby: peals of laughter. The smack of someone getting hit during a board game. The wet noise of someone chewing.
And then…
"Haaa… hh, hnnngh…"
…the sound of someone doing something.
"……"
"……"
Strangely enough, that lewd noise became the very thing that cracked the awkwardness between us.
"I-in a place like this…"
"Hmm?"
If anyone overheard that we'd noticed, it would get a hundred times more awkward, so Yeonju spoke in the tiniest possible voice—so tiny I genuinely couldn't make out the words.
Apparently that frustrated her.
She scooted across the floor on her sturdy backside until she was pressed flush against my arm. Then, leaning in close:
"…Do people… d-do it in places like this?"
"……"
That adorably flustered little question.
So I answered her with one of my own.
"Should we do it too?"
"What?!"
And without the slightest warning, I leaned in and kissed her.
Even so—
"Mmph…"
—Yeonju squeezed her eyes shut and accepted the press of my lips against hers.
Just that, and no further.
"…Jichan-ssi."
When I pulled back, her face was a tangle of complicated feelings.
The kiss had felt good. She still wanted more. But going any further was dangerous. She looked like she had no idea what to do with any of that—so I kissed her again, lightly brushing my lips over hers.
Then I drew back just enough to whisper:
"Shh…"
"……"
Another lewd sound drifted in from the next room. It had cut off for a moment—probably because of the startled noise Yeonju had made without meaning to—and now it was starting up again.
Whoever they were, I owed them a thank-you.
Because of them…
"Mmh… chup, mmph… haaauuugh… hah, chup… mm, chup, mmph…"
…I got to watch Yeonju's eyelids flutter to my heart's content.
And more than that.
The hand that had been gently stroking her shoulder slid down, found the curve of her waist—so easy to hold in one hand—and yanked her hard against me.
"Hh…!"
The sudden motion made her eyes fly open in surprise, but she closed them again almost at once. And then—
—as if she were starting to enjoy this herself, she looped an arm around my shoulder and pulled herself even closer.
So I answered in kind. The hand resting on the broad span of her hips grew bolder, hauling her in with the full intent of wrapping her waist in my arms.
That left her half-straddling me, looking down from a slightly higher vantage with the most unreadable expression.
"Haaa… Jichan-ssi…"
I took both of her hips in a firm grip and settled her fully onto my lap.
I wondered if she understood what this position meant.
"Haaa… mmph… chup, mm… hah, mmph… chup… hah, mm…"
Probably not. But she would soon enough.
Her soft breasts pressed into my chest as we kissed… no.
As I sucked and teased at her soft lips… no.
As we traded light kisses… no.
No.
From the moment we'd stepped into this half-private space, my cock had been standing straight and hard, and now it was pressing insistently up between her thighs.
When I flexed it—just a little—
"Hnn…!"
—Yeonju flinched, arms still looped around my neck, lips still locked with mine, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
To keep her from noticing the state I was in, I crushed her soft body against me in a fierce hug. She hugged me back just as hard, as if to show me she could match it.
And not only that—
"Chuuuup…!"
—the force with which she sucked on my lips, my tongue, my spit grew stronger too.
A long while later, when the slushies we'd brought had melted halfway down—
"Haaaaaa, haa, hnn, haaa…"
—Yeonju finally managed to pull her lips free. The look on her face was dangerously close to the edge.
"J-Jichan… ssi, haaa…"
"…Shall we get out of here?"
"……"
When I gently suggested leaving, she averted her eyes—but carefully, almost shyly, she nodded.
The time was… half past eight in the evening.
We should have been heading to dinner, and after that I should have been sending Yeonju home. But the place we walked toward was nothing like a restaurant.
In silence, I took her hand and led her all the way to the front of a motel, then stopped just short of the entrance.
"……"
"……"
There was no grand reason for stopping. It was simply the ritual of asking, without words: You know this is where we're going in. You know what we'll do once we're inside. Knowing that—are you still going to walk through that door?
Yeonju answered by squeezing the hand she held—hard.
A silent, absolute yes.
"Overnight stay. Any room."
"Uh…"
The part-timer, instead of looking at me, stared at Yeonju—who was bashfully avoiding every gaze in the room.
"Overnight."
"Ah—yes!"
When I called again, the clerk finally looked at me, with a faintly knowing expression.
"…That'll be eighty thousand won."
I handed over my card, paid, took the shower kit and keycard, and stepped into the elevator.
Our room was 503.
Beep.
I tapped the keycard against the handle of 503; the door opened easily. I slotted the key into the holder by the entrance, and the lights flooded on all at once.
As far as I knew—and as far as I could tell—this was Yeonju's first time.
"Senior, then you should wash fir—"
I started to offer her the shower first. Yeonju ignored the courtesy completely.
"Haa… auh… chup, mmph! Hnn, hnnngh… hah, chup, chuuuup, mm, chuuup…!"
Back at the room café, she'd been holding herself back for fear of being overheard. Now, completely unlike the Yeonju I thought I knew, she yanked my neck down with aggressive hunger and claimed my mouth.
I rode the same current.
My hand closed around the thick curve of her ass and kneaded.
Then, slowly, I pushed that hand deeper—
"Haaaa, Jichan-ssi, I… I, what do I do…"
"……"
—and my fingers found panties soaked through, sticky and wet.
I pressed in.
"Hnnn—!"
Yeonju shuddered hard in my arms and buried her face against my chest.
It looked so good that I kept going—pressing, pressing, teasing her pussy through the fabric with my fingers.
And every time I did—
"Haaaahn, hnn, haa… Jichan, ssii… hnn, n… nngh…!"
—her trembling grew stronger. Her voice grew more lewd. Her panties grew wetter. The air between us grew denser, thicker, until neither of us could spare a thought for who should shower first.
So I simply—
Thud.
"Haaaa… Jichan, ssiii…"
—pushed her down onto the bed, climbed over her, and quietly studied the pretty face now painted over with raw desire.
Eyes half-lidded and hazy. Nostrils flaring with every rough breath. That mouth that kept calling my name.
Every single one of them was seducing me.
"Hauuup…! Hnn, chup… mm, chup—! Haa, hnn…!"
I bent down and kissed her, and at the same time—
—I took the breast I'd measured earlier in my hand, the one that filled my palm and then some, and kneaded it a little roughly.
Even that mild roughness might have hurt her. Unlike Park Eunseo, this wasn't her kind of taste, and she'd never properly felt anything like this before.
"Hyaaahn…!!"
But not at all. If anything, she pulled me in harder with the arms around my neck, as if begging for more.
So I gave her more.
I worked her full breasts more roughly. I handled the lean line of her waist a little roughly too. And I pressed hard against her pussy through the faintly scratchy texture of her pantyhose.
"Haaaahn—!!"
When I finally lifted the hand that had been grinding into her panties, my fingers came away coated in the love juices she'd been spilling.
Without thinking, I licked them—just enough to catch the scent and the taste.
"…Holy fuck…"
She hadn't washed since this morning, and yet there wasn't even a hint of anything foul from her pussy. With a scent like that, the taste was inevitable—it flooded every male instinct I had, cranking the urge to tear those pantyhose open right then and there until it was almost unbearable.
But first.
"…Senior. Are you okay with this?"
"……"
Of course she was. Once you'd come this far, even a complete novice like Yeonju couldn't possibly misunderstand what was about to happen.
Still, I had a reason for asking—even if it cracked the mood a little.
"I know this is a weird thing to say after dragging you all the way here, but right now I…"
"I-it's… it's fine, it's fine, Jichan-ssi… haa, nnh, haaa… I want to, so it's fine, so please…"
I'd wanted to hear those words.
A woman who had known nothing about sex—who still knew nothing—saying I want to. I'd wanted to hear that more than anything.
And beyond that, I needed to check, just a little, whether the first of the "relationships" I'd set with Yeonju was working the way it should.
"Today I… haa, hnnngh, I came to you first, so… haaa, so please…"
…I really couldn't hold back anymore.
"Mmph…!"