Don't Look There—It's Dirty Right Now
Jiyoung’s eyes widened as she stared up at me. In a trembling voice, she murmured,
“...B-but Namhyukkie, you said you liked someone else...”
“That was a lie. I only said it because I was too embarrassed to let you know how I really felt. I’ve been hiding these feelings for you for years.”
Once I had said that much, there was no point in holding anything back. I confessed everything in a calm, steady voice.
“Eh… u-uhhh…?”
The sudden confession seemed to short-circuit Jiyoung’s brain. Her eyes spun in circles as confusion swallowed her whole.
To be honest, I barely knew what I was doing either.
The fragile thread of reason I had been clinging to finally snapped. From that moment, only one simple thought remained in my head.
“Jiyoung, I really like you.”
“Eh, uhhh… w-wait a second…”
Her eyes stayed wide with panic and she couldn’t finish her sentence. I didn’t give her time to think. I leaned in and kissed her.
This time my hands weren’t idle. I slipped them under her shirt and filled my palm with the soft, heavy breast I had wanted to touch for so long.
“Mmph… haa, N-Namhyukkie…? What are you…?”
Her whole face flushed crimson. She stared at me with trembling eyes.
“I’m sorry, Jiyoung. I’ve been holding this desire in for years. I can’t hold back anymore.”
I answered quietly, then slowly lowered my gaze to her chest.
“N-Namhyukkie, wait…”
I ignored her weak protest, yanked her top up roughly, and licked her nipple. Her mouth fell open in shock.
“W-wait, Namhyukkie, not there… haaauu…!”
Her pink areola was tiny compared to her full breasts—almost shockingly so. I licked and sucked at the faintly salty, wrinkled skin and the stiff peak like a man starved.
At first she tried to push my head away. Then, at some point, she wrapped both arms around me, twisting and moaning.
“Hngh… aht, ah, aaaaah…”
I finally lifted my face from her chest and met her eyes. She was breathing hard, hair messy, looking at me with pure fear.
“Haa, haa… Namhyukkie, you’re scaring me… you don’t seem like yourself…”
Tears glistened in her eyes as she gazed up at me. The old me would have panicked and apologized immediately. But the person I was right then was someone else entirely.
Without a word I tilted her head and ran my tongue from her earlobe down the side of her neck. Her body, already hypersensitive, jerked as if shocked by electricity.
“Haaauuu…!! Uhyat, uhuuuu…!”
I kept going, dragging my tongue lower until I reached her belly. Then I spread her legs wide, pinned them open, and pressed my face between them.
Her eyes flew open. She shook her head frantically and waved her hands.
“D-don’t look! It’s dirty down there right now…!”
She tried to cover herself—white cream already beading and dripping from her folds—but I brushed her hands aside and buried my face against her.
The thick, feminine scent hit me instantly.
“Hiiik, hiiiiik…!!”
Her face went deathly pale. She clapped a hand over her mouth in horror. I ignored it, breathing hot against her smooth, hairless pussy and licking her like I had lost my mind.
How long had I waited for this? From the very first day she greeted me without panties, through every teasing little game she played with her lower body, I had been swallowing this urge.
“Ahuu…!! Aah, ahuaht…! N-nooo…!”
I had never seen it up close before, but her clit was surprisingly large. Swirling my tongue around it felt like licking a smooth marble.
I pushed my tongue inside her dripping entrance, scooping out every drop of the bitter-sweet fluid pooled within.
“Haa, haa, haaaa…!! No, seriously, stop…!!”
Her clit swelled bigger, hotter, flushed dark with blood. I paid no attention to her desperate pleas and licked harder until my tongue ached.
“Nnghuut…! Hngg, hngg…!”
She tried to push my head away, but it was useless. Finally her back arched like a bow, her whole body convulsed, and she squirted hard.
The force was so strong that steaming droplets splattered all the way to the corner of the room. She covered her face with both hands, trembling violently as she gasped for air.
“Haa… haat…. haauu….”
The aftershocks kept rolling through her for a long time. When they finally eased, she lifted her head and stared at the wet mess she had made.
Her mouth fell open in utter disbelief.
“A-aaaaah…. ugh….”
Then, like a robot whose battery had died, she flopped face-first into the pillow and slowly closed her eyes.
“J-Jiyoung…?”
“.....”
Only then did my sanity begin to return. Panic hit me like cold water. I shook her, trying to wake her.
No matter how many times I called her name, she only gave me a dazed, hazy look and stayed silent.
We’re so fucked… What the hell did I just do?
Everything that had happened felt like a blurry dream. Returning to my normal self, I clutched my forehead and buried my face in the pillow in despair.
I had done something that would give her every right to call the police the second she woke up. Even if she didn’t go that far, she would definitely see me as a lust-crazed monkey and despise me.
…Ugh. I don’t know anymore. Let’s just sleep and think about it tomorrow. My head is spinning… How strong was that alcohol anyway?
I clutched my throbbing temples and slipped into the hazy border between nightmare and sleep.
The next morning.
I woke groggily, sensing movement nearby.
…Huh? The spot beside me feels empty.
The moment I cracked my eyes open, I realized Jiyoung was gone. I sat up with a jolt.
“J-Jiyoung…?”
She had been sneaking toward the door. At the sound of my voice she froze mid-step.
We stared at each other in awkward silence. A single messy strand of her bangs clung to her lip.
As I woke fully, the memories of last night returned one by one in vivid color.
Jiyoung drunk and unusually clingy on my bed. The fierce kiss that felt like the alcohol itself was passing between us. The moment she touched my crotch and I completely lost control. The impulsive confession. Everything that came after.
…Ugh. I really lost my mind. After holding back for so long, I threw it all away in one night. This is the worst.
I was about to open my mouth to apologize when she spoke first.
“…Namhyukkie, sorry… I was so drunk yesterday I don’t remember anything I did. Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“Huh…? Y-yeah…? N-no, not at all.”
“…Really? Still, sorry. Next time I’ll buy you that chicken you like.”
She quickly gathered the underwear she had tossed in the corner, gave me a sudden little bow, and practically sprinted back to her own room.
I could only stare blankly at her retreating back until the door clicked shut.
…What? Does she really not remember? She did seem pretty wasted last night…
Wait. If she doesn’t remember anything, that means she doesn’t remember my confession either…?
I scratched my head and let out a long sigh.
…Yeah. Maybe it’s for the best. There will be a better moment than blurting it out while drunk and horny.
And more than that, the things that happened afterward…
I glanced at the bedsheet where she had gushed so much. It had dried overnight; not a single trace remained.
I breathed a sigh of relief and shook my head.
…Thank god she doesn’t remember. I almost destroyed everything between us.
I rubbed my chest, swearing again and again that I would never let go of my reason like that ever again.
The moment Jiyoung got back to her own place, she dashed straight to the bed and flopped onto it.
She buried her face in the pillow and stayed perfectly still for a long time. Then suddenly she started kicking the sheets and thrashing around like a child throwing a tantrum.
Of course the claim that she didn’t remember was a blatant lie. She remembered every single second of what had happened with Namhyuk the night before.
She groaned, her face burning scarlet.
…To think I let him see me like that… I can’t believe it…
She frowned and replayed every action from the previous night.
She had been drunk on cocktails, nowhere near sober, and the conversation with Sehee and Hyejung beforehand had made her far bolder than usual.
When she remembered the huge arc of squirt she had sprayed across the bed, fresh shame crashed over her. She covered her face, kicked her legs, and moaned.
“Uwaaaaah….”
After thrashing alone for a while, exhaustion finally won. She let her limbs go limp and stared blankly at the ceiling.
“Jiyoung, I really like you.”
…The words Namhyuk had said to her last night. There was no way she had misheard. He had repeated it clearly, multiple times.
“.....”
Lying there, she pressed both hands to her burning cheeks and thought hard.
It was hard to believe, but if Namhyuk truly had feelings for her, she didn’t need to keep worrying anymore.
As long as she avoided showing him anything that shameful again, the next time the moment came she could stay calm and simply say yes to dating him.
…She had already done it once yesterday. She knew how. It wouldn’t be hard…
Yes. She would do it. Just like Sehee said—she would use every means necessary and give it her all to become Namhyuk’s girlfriend…!
Jiyoung clenched her fist tightly and made a firm vow in her heart.
Then she glanced sideways, peeked under the bed, and quietly pulled out her favorite vibrator.
…Should I do it once? Yeah… I need to wash up anyway…
With that thought, Jiyoung pressed the power button on her beloved toy.