Oppa, You Taste Good Today Too

Come Sunday, I dressed myself up much the same way I had when I'd gone out with Park Eunseo the day before — or rather, as neatly and put-together as I could manage.

I had to be Oppa for Seon Yeonwoo, after all.

Nothing childish. Something that roughly suited my age. Dressed like that, I headed out for Anyang Station.

I debated bringing the car, then decided to just leave it parked in front of the house. Sure, I'd be taking Yeonwoo home later, but leaving a car in a parking lot from lunch straight through to evening? The fees alone would have killed me. And it wasn't that far from here to my place anyway.

About fifteen minutes by bus and I was at Anyang Station. While I waited, I pulled up my "relationship" with Yeonwoo one more time.

"Hmm. That'll do."

Ding—

"Ah."

Yeonwoo's texts popped up over the Office Romance Management App. I fired back a reply.

About a minute of waiting later—

"Sunbaenim—."

"Ah, Yeonwoo."

…And there she was, in her street clothes.

A big yellow boxy tee. I couldn't quite tell what she had on underneath thanks to how oversized it was, but it looked like some kind of hot pants. White slip-ons on her feet.

In an office look she at least passed for an adult, but casual Seon Yeonwoo looked for all the world like a college freshman. The yellow top didn't help — it somehow made me think of a baby chick, or forsythia in bloom. Not that it didn't suit her. With that baby face of hers, the style she had on right now was Seon Yeonwoo through and through.

And looking like that, she said:

"I'm hungry, Sunbaenim."

"Uh… yeah. Let's go eat."

"Heeugh…."

The sly little smile Yeonwoo flashed me somehow suited her even better. Of course, to anyone walking by it would have looked like nothing more than a little sister happy to see the Oppa she liked — but I knew what Yeonwoo really was.

Then again, essence or no essence.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm… I kind of want tonkatsu. Is that okay?"

"Sure. There's a famous tonkatsu place here in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Anyang. Let's go there."

I was hungry myself, so I took Yeonwoo to the oldest — and therefore most famous — tonkatsu restaurant in Anyang Ilbeonga. I was pretty sure it'd been around for something like thirty years.

The interior: a row of seats along the windows, a few more tables out in the middle of the floor. We took a spot dead center along the window wall. We'd missed the lunch rush by just a little — the window side was empty, with only one couple sitting behind me.

"I'll have the cheese tonkatsu… what about you, Yeonwoo?"

"I'll have the same."

"Two cheese tonkatsu, please."

Orders placed.

"I heard this place ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠has been around forever."

"Ah… yeah. Says it's been over thirty years."

Yeonwoo's eyes went wide at one of the promotional blurbs stuck on the wall — one of the restaurant's little points of pride. I followed her gaze…

"Oh, it's been on TV too."

The part about appearing on that show with the slogan about running instead of walking was news even to me, so I was a little surprised—

…Tap—

—and then something suddenly brushed against my crotch, right between my legs, and my whole body locked up.

That "something" gave my groin a little poke, then slowly traced along the inside of my thigh. Down toward my knee. Then back up again, sliding toward my crotch…

Press…

It gave my cock a light squeeze. Not hard — just enough pressure to make its presence known.

"…Heeugh."

The culprit was, of course, Yeonwoo.

"…Yeonwoo."

"What is it?"

"……."

What do you think you're doing?

Even when I looked at her with that written all over my face, Yeonwoo just asked me right back what was wrong. Honestly, her reaction was so good it threw me a little.

So. What now? Sit still and take it? Grab her foot and give her a nice firm pressure-point massage?

But I didn't get long to think about it. A part-timer came over with the tteokbokki they served as an appetizer.

"Excuse me—."

Press— press—

"R-right."

…I'd figured she'd pull her foot away.

Instead, with the part-timer standing right there, Yeonwoo started rubbing my cock with the sole of her foot. Naturally none of this was visible to the staff. The part-timer finished serving and left right away…

"Y-Yeonwoo. This is starting to get dangerous."

"Heeung… what's dangerous about it?"

"I mean…."

Honestly, part of me wanted to just stay like this. Of the four women registered in the Office Romance Management App, she had the smallest height and build, and the foot pressed against me felt tiny too — ridiculously tiny. The thought of a foot that small pushing down on me kept flooding my head with filthy ideas.

But with Yeonwoo, I still needed to play hard to get.

"……."

"You don't have to worry. I took my shoe off."

I snuck a glance under the table, and Yeonwoo just smiled back at me, bold as anything. So I matched her.

"…Even so, Yeonwoo. Please behave yourself while we're eating."

Because I was her Oppa.

I pinned the whole situation as one of Yeonwoo's "little games," and played the Oppa who could take every last one of them in stride.

She didn't seem to like that much.

"Heeung…."

Yeonwoo pouted almost immediately and pulled her foot off my cock. A little disappointing, sure. But whatever. We'd barely started eating, and she still had plenty of time left to mess with me.

We polished off the tonkatsu nicely.

Going by the texts we'd exchanged yesterday, the right thing would have been to eat and then go our separate ways. Yeonwoo hadn't asked me to hang out — she'd asked me to buy her a meal.

But if I said that out loud, she was probably going to get mad…

"…Yeonwoo, I'll take you home."

"Huh? Where?"

"Home. I'll drop you off."

Actually, you know what? Saying it straight might be more fun.

"…You're going straight home?"

"Hmm? We said we were going to eat, right?"

"……."

Called it.

The second I played innocent and asked whether we hadn't only agreed to grab food, Yeonwoo dropped the sly act and put on a full sulk. This was… yeah, basically a provocation.

"Are you busy today?"

"No, I don't have any other plans."

"Then let's hang out a bit. I came all the way out here, after all."

"Hmm…."

I'm not that interested in you.

Poke her pride like that and you could get Yeonwoo — who used her crush on me as an excuse to mess around — genuinely pissed off. And once that happened…

"What should we do?"

"Euum… have you ever done an escape room?"

"A few times, yeah."

"Then let's go. There's one right over there."

…You got to watch Yeonwoo get clingy instead. Fair enough. She thought of me as the Oppa she could fuck whenever she wanted, and I kept giving her the cold shoulder — of course it was going to get under her skin.

And just how strong was that stubborn streak?

Squeeze…!

"Hmph…."

Yeonwoo locked her arms around mine, hugging it tight against her chest, and half-clung to me the whole way to the building with the escape room café. Once we got inside… a room with a theme about cops hunting down terrorists happened to be free right then, so we picked that one. Two-star difficulty. Not hard enough to stress either of us out, and we knocked out the puzzles one after another.

Fifty-one minutes later, we escaped.

After that we each grabbed a coffee at the café, stopped by a coin karaoke, and then wandered into a manga café.

The place we walked into had people sprawled out comfortably in the big open center reading comics, but it also had private "rooms" like the room café I'd gone to with Chu Yeonju before. Rooms in name only, really — just a curtain instead of a door. Still, it was enough to block outside eyes…

Slide— press—

"Heeeung…."

…which also made it the perfect place for Yeonwoo's "games" to really get going.

"…Sunbaenim, you're hard."

"Come on, Yeonwoo…."

Even here. Yeonwoo was rubbing my cock with that tiny little foot of hers — a foot that quietly stirred up a fetish I didn't know I had.

Press— press— press—

"Heeeeung…."

"……."

Honestly, the cock-rubbing was almost secondary. It felt good, sure — but my eyes kept drifting to Yeonwoo's white socks. Barely the span of my hand, they were that small. She had socks on, but you could just tell her feet were pretty. And her ankles looked about as thin as my wrists. Past those ankles, nothing but pure white calf, and above that, soft-looking thighs stretched out long.

Press— press—

"Hehheung…."

"Haa… Yeonwoo."

"Whaat is it?"

"Nothing…."

Every time Yeonwoo mashed her foot against my cock, the soft flesh of her thighs inevitably twitched and shifted, and my eyes kept getting dragged right to it. I wanted to touch them. Lick them. Suck on them. Having her white socks grinding down on my cock was already driving me insane, and watching those soft thighs jiggle was starting to push my own "appetite" up hard.

But Yeonwoo was clever about it.

Slide—

"Heeung…."

Right before I hit the point where I couldn't hold it in anymore, she pulled her foot away first. I thought I might finally get a breather.

Sliiide…

As if to say we weren't done yet, Yeonwoo shifted how she was sitting and stretched out on her stomach, propped forward. That boxy tee was absurdly oversized. Whether she even realized her white bra was showing through the neckline, I couldn't tell… she just slowly crawled toward me.

The way she moved. Like a predator that had locked onto its prey. And I was nothing but the herbivore standing in front of it. So I just sat there, frozen solid.

Tap—

Yeonwoo made a point of coming all the way up to me and set her hand on my shoulder. Then she slowly leaned her face in close…

"…Oppa, you're such a pervert."

She murmured it under her breath, and—

"Chuuup—."

—just like she had in the car last time, she gave my neck a light lick. And this time, instead of her foot, she used a hand so small it might have been half the size of mine to rub my cock.

The motion was completely shameless.

"Oppa, you taste good today too."

"Hoo…."

Yeonwoo's little voice, coming again right after, sounded even filthier. Whether she'd practiced somehow or whether the handjob she'd given me in the supply closet last time had been that formative an experience…

Stroke— stroke— stroke—

She ran her hand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up and down. Poked with her fingertips. Every so often wrapped that tiny hand around me and squeezed. Every single one of Yeonwoo's little gestures made a man want to dump his entire "appetite" out in a rush.

But Yeonwoo—

"Eung… Sunbaenim, I think we should head out soon?"

"Hoo… yeah?"

—had the sense, the moment the clock hit six, to peel every part of her body off me. Hand, mouth, chest, hair, cheek. All of it.

…I kept feeling like I was the one getting played. I'd engineered a fair amount of this situation myself, but now that I was actually in it, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the frustration was real. If we were going to go all the way and actually have sex, that would be one thing.

"…Yeonwoo, my car's at my place. I can take you home, but we'd have to stop by my place first — is that okay?"

"Ah, yeah. I'd appreciate the ride."

Apparently she felt the same way. At the part about having to go to my place first, Yeonwoo's face showed a pretty clear flash of disappointment.

Well… in the car, at least, I was going to get one over on Yeonwoo today.