Jichan-ssi Is Okay
Once I let go of my greed… the drive out to Anyang felt surprisingly short.
Of course, Chu Yeonju had a lot to do with that.
Chatter, chatter.
Not Park Eunseo’s high, bright voice, and not An Jihye’s husky one either…
“So when I told her about it, unnie suddenly went, ‘I want some of that too,’ and made me run the errand. On the way home I stopped by the convenience store and bought her those chicken-leg-shaped snacks.”
Soft.
Gentle.
Mature.
Just listening to her tell the most trivial stories in that voice was enough to make me happy.
No thumping EDM, no radio traffic updates, no ballad that made you hum along for no reason.
None of that was necessary. Chu Yeonju’s voice was the best thing of all.
If I glanced to the right while driving, there she was—smiling, tail practically wagging.
Why are you looking?
Where are we going?
Let’s go out again sometime.
It was… I really shouldn’t feel this way about someone older than me, but she was just that cute.
When I let out a little snort of laughter, she widened her eyes like a golden retriever.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just…”
Come to think of it, she seemed fine?
Whenever we were alone her pussy would get soaked—she must have already dampened the lower half of her clothes earlier.
But as long as I didn’t steer the mood that way, she was all ri—
“…Um, Jichan-ssi.”
“Yes?”
“C-can I use one wet wipe?”
“Ah, of course. Use as many as you want.”
“Just… just a second.”
…Apparently not.
She had been holding it in by force.
Yeonju shot me a quick, furtive look; the moment I turned my eyes back to the road she hurriedly wiped the insides of her thighs with the wipe.
But here was the problem.
You can’t just toss a wet wipe soaked with love juices into someone else’s car.
Part of me wanted to leave it exactly where it was, but that felt a little too cruel.
“…….”
“If you look right in front of you, there’s a little container.”
“Ah, yes.”
“You can throw it in there. That’s the trash.”
“Okaaay…”
She opened it in a hurry, flicked the wipe inside, then put on an overly bright smile to erase the awkwardness.
I pretended not to notice any of it.
“Shall we get out?”
“Yes!”
I parked in the lot at Anyang Ilbeonga and stepped out with Yeonju.
From here on we would be alone, yet not alone.
Being out in public meant her third “condition” probably wouldn’t kick in.
Of course…
“…….”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just.”
The first and second conditions were still very much active.
She wanted a creampie, yet the guilty thrill of knowing she mustn’t date me seemed to leave a bitter taste in her mouth.
I reached over and took her hand.
“Ah…”
“Where should we start?”
“W-well, I’d like to walk a little first…”
“Sure. Let’s go.”
We wandered the crowded streets of Anyang Ilbeonga.
The blaring music pouring out of the World Snack Shop.
The endless shuffle of footsteps.
Random bursts of giggling laughter.
“Jichan-ssi, want to try this place?”
And Yeonju’s voice coaxing me toward the BB-gun shooting range.
She asked if I wanted to go, but she was already dragging me there by the hand.
Like a golden retriever that had decided we were going for a walk in that direction and simply overpowered me with sheer force.
I didn’t resist. I let myself be led by that pretty hand straight into the shooting range.
We shot BB guns.
Tried the claw machines a few times.
Even took a few swings at the batting cages.
Three different games in one shop, and honestly I walked away with nothing to show for it.
…I’m not that uncoordinated. I even shot perfect scores in the army.
Ding-ding-ding!
“Oh, I got it!”
Well… not completely empty-handed, I guess.
Whether she got fed up or just wanted to do it herself, Yeonju yanked a plushie free, then clapped her hands and beamed with pure delight.
…My pride took a tiny hit, but after dumping ten thousand won and never even getting close, I didn’t have the heart to keep going.
I just cleanly gave up.
“Nice work. You must’ve done a lot of claw machines before, Senior.”
“Heh, I used to play them a ton back in the day.”
I decided to praise her and simply enjoy the way her smile grew even brighter.
We’d arrived in Anyang a little late in the afternoon, so unfortunately there wasn’t all that much left we could do at Anyang Ilbeonga.
After the BB-gun range, the claw machines, and the batting cages, we sang a few songs at a karaoke place, played some games at the arcade, and eventually got hungry enough to grab a meal.
Hmm… thinking about it, we actually did quite a bit.
The reason it still felt like we hadn’t done enough was probably…
“…Senior, shall we head out soon?”
“Ah… okay.”
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes! It was really fun. Did you have fun too, Jichan-ssi?”
“Yeah. It was a blast.”
“I’m glad.”
…just looking at that smile made time feel like it was flying by.
In reality, I’d thought it was around seven, but when I checked my watch it was already well past eight and closer to nine.
We left Anyang Ilbeonga, climbed back into my car together, and set off for my place.
“Mmm-hmm~ hmm…”
She must have been in an especially good mood; Yeonju hummed a tiny, almost inaudible tune, full of anticipation for whatever came next.
I casually slid my hand onto her thigh.
“Ah…!”
She flinched, as if the third condition she’d forgotten about had just come rushing back.
I didn’t even slip my hand under the denim skirt she was wearing.
“Senior.”
“Yes?”
“That bag… did you bring a change of clothes?”
“Yes. I was going to wear them when I leave tomorrow.”
“Ahh. Oh—no, I’ll drive you home.”
“No, no, it’s fine. You’re tired, you don’t have to…”
“It’s fine. I want to.”
“But Jichan-ssi…”
“If you really don’t want me to, then I guess I can’t—”
“Please do.”
Her about-face was faster than my car; I couldn’t help a little grin.
When I smiled, she seemed happy too, flashing that bright, pure golden-retriever grin of hers—
Squeeze…
“Hnn…”
—until I gave her thigh a playful knead and her whole body twitched again.
That reaction was deeply satisfying.
Even without doing anything else, just making her aware that the two of us were alone in the same space was enough to…
“Hoooo…”
…leave Yeonju squirming like this.
Being alone with me slowly soaked her pussy.
She wanted me to fill her up.
But she couldn’t date me.
How strong was that sense of delicious wrongness she was feeling right now?
“Senior.”
“Yes?”
“This is… kind of a random question.”
“Ah… okay.”
“Don’t a lot of guys hit on you?”
“Umm… wellll…”
She looked embarrassed to say it herself, turning her gaze away with a sheepish little laugh.
“Just the ones I know of, there are several. And a lot of them were… pretty decent guys, from what I heard.”
“…Is that so?”
“Yeah. Didn’t any of them do it for you?”
“…….”
At that question she finally looked straight at me.
There was a faint hurt in her expression.
Why.
I’m looking at you and feeling this way, so why are you asking me something like that?
But I answered her with my eyes: I didn’t ask with that intention. There’s just something I want to hear. So just say it.
…Honestly, holding a whole conversation with nothing but eye contact probably counts as a supernatural phenomenon if you stretch the definition far enough.
“…I just never felt anything for them.”
“Hmm… then what about me?”
“You, Jichan-ssi?”
“Yeah. We’re not dating, but… what we do together isn’t all that different from what actual couples do, right?”
“…Because it’s you, Jichan-ssi. Jichan-ssi is okay.”
Yeonju said exactly the words I’d wanted to hear, proving the supernatural phenomenon true.
It was so endearing that I—
Poke—
“Hnn!”
—took the hand that had only been kneading her thigh and gave her pussy a firm little jab.
And then…
“…Jichan-ssi.”
…she made the same face she’d worn last week when she was riding me.
Please don’t tease me.
But seeing that expression only made me want to tease her more.
Press—
“Hngh…!”
Earlier it had been a poke; this time I pressed down firmly right where her clit ought to be.
I lifted my hand for a second, then slipped it under her skirt again—not jabbing this time, but gently stroking and tormenting her clit.
Even that was enough for her juices to start coating my fingers.
“H-nn… nngh… haaauu… hah, Jichan-ssiii…”
Yeonju bit down lightly on her plump lower lip and looked at me with a faintly aggrieved expression.
While that was happening… we arrived home.
Luckily it was a two-room villa with an assigned parking spot, so I could park without any trouble.
“We’re here.”
“Ah…”
Maybe the realization that we were about to go inside my place hit her; the Yeonju who had been on the verge of tears from my teasing a moment ago was now scanning the building with a golden retriever’s full, curious interest.
“Shall we get out?”
“Ah, yes!”
We climbed out of the car.
I grabbed the few things I needed; Yeonju picked up the bag she’d brought from home.
Walking in together like this felt a little strange.
If I thought of us as a married couple who worked at the same company and were coming home together after work… that might be a bit shameless of me.
Anyway.
“Come on in.”
“Excuse me.”
The moment I became conscious of that idea, a little thrill ran through me too.
“Wow… your place is super clean.”
“It’s just empty, so it looks clean.”
“Nuh-uh. Cleaner than my unnie’s room, I think.”
“What about compared to your room, Senior?”
“Uh…”
I knew it was greedy of me, but I suddenly wanted to see Yeonju on a day off—unwashed, lounging around in bed.
And if I pulled that Yeonju into my arms and buried my face in her scent…
“…Ugh.”
No.
“Senior, if you sweated a lot today, uh… do you want to shower first?”
“W-would that be okay?”
“Of course. Treat it like your own place and make yourself comfortable.”
I would never say that to anyone else.
But Yeonju was so considerate that you had to go this far just to get her to relax to a normal person’s level of comfort.
“Then I’ll wash up first. Thank you, Jichan-ssi.”
“Sure.”
I sent her into the bathroom first and used the time to change into something more comfortable myself.
…Come to think of it, I’d been wearing the same suit since yesterday; it was starting to smell a little musty.
If I’d known, I might have showered first.
“No…”
Still, a woman was over.
Yeonju had called the place clean, but I felt guilty about a dozen little things, so I did another quick tidy-up around the apartment.
Then—
“Um, Jichan-ssi—”
“Yes?”
“Ah, is it okay if I use the towel that’s in here?”
“Yeah, go ahead and use that!”
“Okay!”
She seemed to be finishing up her shower.
“Ah, I should grab another change of clothes.”
I’d cleaned a bit too enthusiastically; a light sheen of sweat had already formed, so I pulled fresh clothes from the closet and waited in the living room.
And then…
“Haa… are you going to shower too, Jichan-ssi?”
“Uh… yeah.”
Yeonju stepped out of the bathroom with a prettily flushed face… and then I saw what she was wearing.
“…Fuck.”
A plain white T-shirt and dolphin shorts. That was way too deliberate, wasn’t it?
“I-I’ll wash up real quick and come out. Uh… if you’re bored, feel free to look around the place. It’s fine.”
“Okay.”
I needed to get in the shower myself, and fast.