51. The Truth Hidden Behind the Innocent Face
After leaving the practice room that had been troublesome in all sorts of ways, Jia and I headed to our respective homes to shower, agreeing to meet again in an hour. I hurried up the stairs into my rooftop room, yanked down my pants and underwear in one go, and my dick sprang out like a coiled spring, throbbing as if it might burst any second.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes and headed to the bathroom.
[Whoosh~ Splatter splatter splatter splatter!]
Standing under the showerhead's blasting water, I started shaking my rock-hard cock like a madman. My hand pumped furiously up and down the shaft, and the object of my fantasy was, of course, Jia. I pictured her from earlier in the practice room—dancing with those massive tits and ass jiggling wildly—and like a dog in heat, I even bucked my hips. It was a grotesque sight even to me, but right then, all I cared about was cooling this scorching lust that felt like it would snap my dick in half.
I was so worked up that it didn't take long before that electric surge of climax wrapped around me, and thick white ropes shot from the tip.
"Urgh!!"
[Gurgle spurt spurt splurt splurt splurt!]
A dying moan escaped me as the semen erupted powerfully, splattering the bathroom wall in arcs over and over. As the endless throbbing finally subsided and my body shuddered, signaling the end of my orgasm, the sage time hit me like a truck. Unlike after sex, the post-masturbation clarity felt like it turned me into an actual sage—my rationality doubled, at least. A twinge of self-loathing crept in for using the innocent girl who sweetly called me "oppa" as jerk-off bait, but I shook off the haze, finished showering, and stepped out. That's when a text from Jia popped up.
- Oppa, what do you wanna eat for dinner tonight?
"You."
It was just a casual question about dinner, but that "what do you wanna eat?" triggered my dirty mind, and before I knew it, "you" slipped out. Sage time's over and I'm already like this? I'm in real danger today...
- How about some cold draft beer and chicken?
- (Cat sticker thumbs up) Chimaek is love! But oppa, if it's okay with you, wanna eat at my place?
- Yeah, whatever's easiest for you.
- Cool, I'll order it to the house on time. Come down whenever.
- Lol thx
I suggested the safest bet—chimaek—and she read it right away, replying positively. Dinner was set. I picked out baggy shorts that wouldn't show a boner too obviously, and right on time, I knocked on the landlord's door downstairs. Jia opened it, her hair still damp.
"Oppa, right on time? Chicken just got here."
"Uh, yeah... sure..."
Unlike Jia's bright smile welcoming me, I was flustered. Her outfit was way too provocative, making it hard to keep my eyes in check. She turned back toward the dining table, wearing a white tee and gray dolphin pants. The problem wasn't the casual homewear—it was what was missing underneath. Her ass swayed right in front of me as she walked, smooth and panty-line free, the fabric hugging her plump cheeks perfectly.
What the hell? Is Jia messing with me? We're close, but this? Or is she... trying to seduce me?
Lost in those thoughts, I reached the table before I knew it. I glanced up unconsciously, and the outline of her pretty teardrop tits strained against the thin white tee, practically transparent. The pale flesh inside was visible, like she was naked. The only mercy(?) was the "LOVE" print right over her chest, barely covering her nipples.
I was pondering what bold thoughts had led her to invite me dressed like this when her voice rang out.
"Oppa, let's eat in the living room while watching a movie instead of at the table."
"Yeah, sounds good."
That innocent face makes it seem like there's no weird intent... but then why no underwear? Can't exactly ask.
With her intentions foggy as fog, we grabbed the chicken and beer and headed to the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Oppa, what kinda movies do you like?"
"Eh, pretty much anything."
"How about this one?"
The movie Jia picked was famous for its flashy action and the steamy bed scenes between the two leads that had sparked all sorts of controversy. Recommending this to a guy her age while alone at home? Anyone would call it Yas bait... But that pure face made it seem like she just thought it'd be fun.
The second I nodded, she hit play, unpacked the chicken, and split a drumstick between our plates.
"Oppa, eat up before it gets cold."
Her pretty smile as she offered it made my head spin even more. The stuffiness in my chest built up bit by bit, turning to mild irritation. I tore into the chicken and chugged the cold beer to vent.
Jia, sitting beside me, munched her drumstick and sipped her beer too. Watching her was like a beer commercial—radiating pure, refreshing innocence. Stealing glances now and then while downing chicken and beer, we polished off half the bird and all the brew before I knew it.
"Oppa, more beer?"
"Yeah, one more if you got it."
She saw my empty glass and stood to grab some, ass facing me. Below those huge cheeks, her plump pussy lips and the axe-wound slit were on full display.
A lewd cameltoe that went beyond eye candy straight to mind-breaking.
[Throb! Throb! Throb!]
My dick, quiet for a moment, went full mast in an instant, head rearing up. Even in baggy shorts, the massive glans outline bulged obviously. I hastily crossed my leg to hide it before she came back with the beer. Relief that she hadn't noticed was short-lived—she leaned over from the fridge, handing it to me, and her tee's neckline gaped wide. Those luscious bare tits swung into view, followed by the pale pink nipples dangling at the tips. My eyes bulged like saucers; no stopping it.
My cock throbbed harder in response, oozing precum. The fresh underwear from after my shower was soaked again.
"Here, oppa."
"Uh, yeah... thanks..."
The tit-exposure incident(?) lasted maybe 1-2 seconds but felt like 10 to me. It passed, leaving me awkwardly alone as we resumed drinking. We kept at the chicken and beer until the movie hit its midpoint—the infamous bed scene that once caused an obscenity scandal was up.
The leads started kissing, diving into full-on sex. The screen filled with flesh tones in seconds. Unlike me—super uncomfortable watching this with the daughter after her mom begged me not to touch her—Jia watched the sticky sex with sparkling eyes, devouring every detail.
The scene was almost over without incident when Jia suddenly turned to me.
"Whoa... that actress has such a hot body. What about mine, oppa?"
"H-huh? Outta nowhere?... Yours is gorgeous too, Jia. Most girls can't compare."
"Be real, oppa—my body's fucking hot as hell, right?"
"Pffft!! Wh-what'd you say?"
I spat out my beer in shock. Thought I misheard, but she enunciated clearly, leaving no doubt.
"Is. My. Body. Fucking. Hot?"
She said it syllable by syllable so I'd hear every word. In that instant, it hit me—the truth hidden behind that innocent face: a slut who rivaled, or maybe surpassed, her mom Hyunjeong...