How Good Is That Forbidden Thrill
The moment I squeezed her ass, Chu Yeonju, true to form, grew flustered and started checking the eyes around us.
Her eyes went wide.
She glanced left and right.
Every muscle in her body tensed.
And the look she shot me carried a silent warning not to do that.
But “warning” felt too heavy a word.
*Slap!*
“Jichan-ssiii…”
If I described exactly what I felt, it was closer to a pout than a warning.
I accepted that pout and pulled my hand away from her ass.
It wasn’t out of consideration for her or anything.
Someone was simply walking toward us.
Once that person passed and the area emptied again…
*Squeeze—!*
“Eung…”
Again.
I gripped Chu Yeonju’s ass hard, savoring the way the soft flesh warped under the fabric of her formal skirt.
Why did her ass feel this good?
“Jichan-ssi, ho… maybe something else…”
“Hmm? No, kimchi jjigae is plenty.”
“So I just need to buy the meat… then?”
“Yes.”
Why, you ask?
Because Yeonju was pretty.
Because her body was insane.
Because her reactions were perfect.
Even now.
*Squeeze—!*
“Eueung…”
I took the empty moment and kneaded her ass firmly; the flesh, already tensed, felt soft with an added springy chewiness.
When people approached again I let go.
But the second we reached the open, high-traffic meat section, freely groping her the way I had a moment ago became difficult.
That didn’t mean touching her body was hard, though.
Socially speaking, kissing, grabbing breasts, or openly fondling an ass in a crowded place might raise eyebrows…
*Slide…*
“……”
“This is fine, right?”
Simply wrapping an arm around her waist was something people would just write off as a couple who were ridiculously close.
And honestly.
Walking with my arm around Yeonju’s waist really did feel like a married couple out shopping after work.
A warm, cozy atmosphere I could never get from Park Eunseo, An Jihye, or Seon Yeonwoo—and probably never would.
“So, Jichan-ssi, how do you usually handle dinner after work?”
“Mostly just delivery. I’m not exactly the cooking type…”
“Delivery’s expensive… and living alone, even if you order, you end up with leftovers, don’t you?”
“Exactly. I stick them in the fridge and reheat them later, but the taste just dies…”
“Hmm… if there’s anything you want to eat again later, just tell me. I’ll make it for you.”
Park Eunseo would probably whine that it was too much trouble and suggest we just order delivery.
An Jihye would ignore whatever I wanted and eat whatever she felt like.
Seon Yeonwoo would simply drag me off to some fine-dining place.
Those images stuck so clearly that shopping together, cooking together, and eating together felt like something only Yeonju could do with me—the kind of couple things that actually felt real.
She was probably feeling something similar.
But.
“Later?”
“…If it’s a burden, th-then never mind.”
We weren’t allowed to date.
Even loving each other wasn’t permitted, and marriage was completely out of the question.
I liked her.
I wanted to finish inside her.
Everything about her was lovable.
And yet we couldn’t even go out… no—Yeonju looked at me and felt even more tender because of it.
“Because you feel bad toward Sunbaenim, right?”
“Ah, no! I’m fine. As long as you’re okay with it, Jichan-ssi, I’ll cook for you as much as you want.”
Sometimes it bordered on desperation.
If dating was impossible, then at least she didn’t want to be separated from me.
And if she could stay close and keep even this current relationship going—wasn’t that what she was thinking?
And in the middle of that ambiguous bond, the second no one was looking I squeezed her breast hard.
*Slide—*
*Grip…*
“Heung…”
Yeonju had to be feeling that taboo thrill.
It was almost like the incest taboo society treats as absolute forbidden fruit.
You like them, but you can’t date them.
And if you really thought about it, what Yeonju and I had right now wasn’t all that far from that kind of forbidden closeness.
“Sunbaenim is really good to me, isn’t she?”
“Jichan-ssi, that’s… just… you feel like a little brother. I only have an older sister, so when I was little I vaguely wished I had a reliable younger brother.”
Right now Yeonju was looking at me as a little brother she would still find lovable no matter what I did to her.
And it wasn’t only her.
I also saw her as a good “noona.”
…But if I thought about it that way, rolling around later with a “noona” like Yeonju and a “little sister” like Yeonwoo together sounded pretty damn appealing. I’d put some effort into that someday.
“Sunbaenim has a little brother who…”
*Grip…*
“Heut…”
“…gets to touch her breasts like this?”
“Be-because it’s Jichan-ssi…”
For now I decided to focus on planting as much of that taboo thrill in Yeonju as possible.
Taboo thrills—how good are they?
Outdoor sex with Park Eunseo.
Filling An Jihye’s mouth to the brim in a car parked on a roadside with people walking past.
Secret touches with Seon Yeonwoo in the supply closet.
If it wasn’t a one-and-done fling, or even if you had sex often but still weren’t dating—
the real fuel that let a man and woman keep a relationship like that going was…
*Grip…!*
“Eung…”
…exactly this taboo thrill you felt when you openly groped her ass in the middle of a supermarket, wasn’t it?
Because of that thrill.
“Jichan-ssi, if we’ve bought everything now…”
“Ah, yes.”
Yeonju seemed to have caught the mood perfectly and started giving me the subtle hint that it was time to head back.
Together we checked out the meat and miscellaneous ingredients she had chosen and climbed back into the car.
From the mart to my place was a ten-minute drive.
I spent every one of those ten minutes casually fondling her soft thighs.
Then we arrived home.
“Sunbaenim, so you brought a change of clothes for today too?”
“Yes.”
“…What kind of clothes did you bring?”
“Clothes?”
…Last time the dolphin shorts had been so devastatingly effective that I really hoped she would show up in the same outfit again today…
“I brought the same ones as last week…”
…Thank you.
“Ho, is that… not good?”
“No. I like them too much.”
That answer let me walk into the house with her, smiling contentedly the whole way.
Once inside, while Yeonju simmered the stew I took a quick shower, came out, waited a little, and ate the meal she had set out.
Afterward, while I diligently washed the dishes, Yeonju finished her own shower and stepped out toward the living room.
Today as well.
“Haa… A shower really does leave you feeling all languid.”
Just like the week before last, she appeared in a plain white T-shirt and dolphin shorts.
Those E-cup breasts swelling full and high.
The way the T-shirt rode up like a curtain because of them, revealing the slim waist underneath.
Black dolphin shorts that emphasized her wide hips.
And below that, long, pale legs stretching endlessly.
In that exact order she stole my gaze, then casually sat down right beside me and smiled.
It was around nine at night.
A little early to jump straight into anything…
“…Sunbaenim, do you drink beer or anything?”
“Beer?”
“Yes. Want to have just one, casually?”
“Hmm… shall we?”
Which made it perfect.
Spending a little time with Yeonju over a light beer felt exactly right.
“Just a second.”
I left her on the sofa, went to the fridge, pulled out two of the beer cans I always kept stocked, and came back.
I handed one to her and cracked the other open the moment I sat down.
With a sharp *pssht!* the sharp scent of alcohol rose…
*Clink—!*
I lightly tapped cans with Yeonju and took a long swallow.
There weren’t any side dishes to cleanse the palate… but honestly, Yeonju’s face itself was the side dish.
Just looking at her face made me feel full.
With a face that could do that, even bitter beer tasted sweeter than butterbeer the second I looked at her.
That was probably because—
“Jichan-ssi, do you drink often?”
“Not really. Just occasionally… on weekends or when I have the next day off, I’ll have one can lightly at home. Meeting people to drink only happens once in a while.”
“Eung… seeing how many beers were stacked in the fridge, I thought maybe you drank a lot.”
“I don’t. I’m not that big a fan of alcohol.”
“…Then why did you suggest beer today?”
“Just… because it’s Sunbaenim.”
“……”
Apparently it was the same for her.
The second she heard “because it’s you,” Yeonju’s face flushed lightly.
Unlike Park Eunseo she didn’t seem especially strong with alcohol.
She was the type whose face pinked up from a single can, but the redness right now definitely wasn’t only from the beer.
…I wanted to take advantage of the atmosphere she was giving off.
I had set up the whole “lovable little brother no matter what I do” keyword and then barely used it.
So when it looked like she had finished her beer, I casually stood up.
Yeonju tensed a little the moment I rose, clearly thinking “that time” had arrived…
“Sunbaenim, want to go for a short walk?”
“A walk?”
The sudden suggestion made her pretty face tilt in puzzlement.
But right after—
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Golden retriever through and through.
The type that gets happiest at the words “let’s go for a walk,” she bounced up and walked to the entrance a full step ahead of me.
Since she hadn’t brought comfortable shoes I handed her my slippers; she wriggled her toes into them… ah, so fucking cute.
“Let’s go!”
There was the usual size difference between men and women, so her much smaller toes wriggled around inside the slippers I had given her before she fell into step beside me and we stepped outside.
Holding her hand like that, I felt the still-chilly late-April night air.
But we had each had a beer, so even the coolness felt pleasantly crisp, and we both smiled wide.
I glanced at her bright smile, briefly wondered where we should go…
*Squeeze…!*
“Eung…!”
Just like earlier, I firmly grabbed her ass.
Apparently she figured the odds of running into people were lower than at the mart, because instead of looking flustered, Yeonju now wore the exact expression of a golden retriever waiting for its owner to throw the ball.
I gave her a light smile in return.
This time I got a little bolder and slipped my hand under her T-shirt, gently stroking her stomach.
The belly seemed a bit embarrassing for her.
“Ji, Jichan-ssiii…”
She tried to pull away a little, but the second I slid that hand higher and brushed against her bra…
“……”
Expectation.
Embarrassment.
Pleasure.
All three mixed together as she looked at me with that tender, affectionate gaze.
I took her breast and—
*Grip…!*
“Heueung…”
—squeezed hard, letting her know in advance exactly how tonight’s walk was going to go.