20cm
Choa was walking past the Japanese restaurant we usually frequent. Thinking she was naturally heading inside, I had the door halfway open before I realized my mistake and sheepishly closed it.
“We’re not going there today.”
“Then where?”
“This noona found a real hidden gem. We’re going there. Follow me.”
Choa took the lead, beckoning me to follow. It’s both ridiculous and funny how she calls herself noona just because her birthday is earlier than mine. If you look at how she usually acts, she’s more like a younger sister. Still… come to think of it, when we were kids, she really did have that older-sister vibe. Since girls grow faster than boys, she used to be taller and bigger than me. Back then, she’d hold my hand and drag me around everywhere, taking care of me. It brings back memories of those days.
“We’re here!”
Choa pointed at the restaurant sign, her eyes crinkling into a smile. She seemed so excited, her steps light as she climbed the stairs as if she were about to break into a dance.
Jingle♪
The sound of a bell rang out the moment the door opened.
“Welcome!”
Along with the staff’s boisterous greeting, the savory smell of oil tickled my appetite. We were guided to a table.
“So, what’s good here?” I asked, pouring water for Choa as she unfolded the menu.
“Thanks.” Choa took a sip of water and turned the menu toward me. “They say the whole mozzarella tonkatsu is the most famous, and the meat sauce tonkatsu and carbonara tonkatsu are good, too.”
It was an exotic menu. It felt like it was created based on the formula: ‘Something delicious + something delicious = something even more delicious.’ Usually, such dishes are one of two things: either really, really delicious, or really, really terrible. And it’s usually the latter.
“I’ll have the whole mozzarella. You?”
I prefer the basics. I’m not the type to have enough curiosity to go on a culinary adventure.
“Umm… yeah…”
Choa was lost in deep thought while looking at the menu. She was knitting her brows as if she were facing a serious problem.
“Can’t decide?”
I leaned forward to check what she was agonizing over. What she was looking at was a new menu item.
[20cm Hirekatsu]
It was, quite literally, a long, slender pork tenderloin cutlet. Looking at the photo, it looked like the 30cm tonkatsu sold at beer halls. But this one was thicker, and it was handmade by the owner who attached tenderloin pieces together rather than using frozen meat. Even if the length was shorter.
“Are you going to get that?”
“Oh, huh?” Choa, who had been staring at the menu intently, blinked rapidly.
“Ah, no… no, no…”
I tilted my head at her awkward reaction. What was that? Was there a point to be embarrassed about right now? We just walked in and were picking a menu. Nothing had happened in that short time.
“If you want to eat it, just get it.”
“Ugh…”
I gestured at the new menu item with my chin. Choa’s reaction was lukewarm. “It’s not like the great Yu Choa is worried about leaving leftovers. And you’re not the type to think about other things with tonkatsu in front of you.”
“I… I didn’t! Think about other things! I didn’t!”
Like oil meeting water, Choa shifted in her seat and denied it vehemently. I blinked. Was this really something to react so intensely to? I couldn’t understand this sudden change in atmosphere, nor could I keep up with it.
“…”
“…”
A moment of awkwardness passed.
“Decided on your order?”
“Yeah.”
“Excuse me, we’d like to order.”
It seemed she wasn’t going to explain the situation, as she just called the server to order.
“What did you say you were getting again?”
“Whole mozzarella.”
“One whole mozzarella tonkatsu and… um… this one, please.”
The ‘this one’ Choa pointed to was the new menu item she had been staring at earlier.
“So, that’s one whole mozzarella tonkatsu and one 20cm hirekatsu, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”
After finishing the order, Choa gulped down her cold water as if her throat were parched. When I watched her, she glared at me, her eyes narrowed.
“What? What? Why?”
She threatened me by jutting out her chin and glaring, as if daring me to say whatever was on my mind.
“No, it’s nothing.” I chuckled. Whatever was going on, she clearly didn’t want me to ask. I was curious, but I decided to let it slide.
“Your food is here.”
While I was looking at my phone, the food arrived. What I ordered was a glorious-looking pork loin cutlet with white mozzarella cheese melting and flowing out, and what Choa ordered was a long, thick cutlet. Could you call that a meat-rod? It wasn’t wrong. It was a long stick made of pork. I thought of that silly joke in my head and picked up my chopsticks.
When I lifted a piece with my chopsticks, the cheese stretched out sensually. Just as I was about to take a bite of the thing that was making my appetite go wild, I felt a gaze on me.
I tilted my head slightly to look forward. Choa, holding a fork and knife in each hand, was glancing back and forth between me and the tonkatsu. What is up with her? Her behavior has been suspicious since earlier.
“Aren’t you eating?”
“I am. I’m going to eat.”
Choa flinched slightly, then began to cut the tonkatsu with extreme caution, as if she were a surgeon. It was strange… I had no idea what she was thinking. Choa, who was chewing on her tonkatsu, looked like her mind was miles away. I wouldn’t know the reason until she had completely cleared her plate.
We got into the elevator. I pressed the button for the 7th floor. When the elevator doors closed, Siho spoke first.
“Let’s take a break from practicing today.”
“Huh?”
‘Practice’ meant kissing practice. Actually, calling it practice is a joke. I’m just satisfying my own selfish desires wrapped in a nice-sounding excuse.
“Why?”
“You’ve been acting weird since earlier.”
“I’m perfectly fine.”
“You don’t look fine at all.”
On the way from the restaurant to the apartment, Siho kept worrying about me, asking, “Are you not feeling well?”, “Did you get indigestion?”, “Is it a cold?”, “It’s not your period date yet.” He even went to a convenience store to buy me digestive medicine and headache pills.
It wasn’t any of that… I knew my state was weird, too. But I wasn’t actually sick. As I said, my condition was perfectly fine. I was so energetic that if tomorrow were the weekend, I could spend all night kissing him, tangling our tongues for hours. I could even masturbate all night. But I couldn’t tell him why my mind was floating around in such a distracted state.
How could I say it! How could I say, ‘Looking at the 20cm tonkatsu reminded me of your dick.’ I was in a real bind. Looking at that long, thick tonkatsu on the menu, it overlapped with the culprit that had made me rub my clitoris until it was swollen and sore last night. The longer I stared at it, the more that lewd image haunted me.
I’d only seen photos and never the real thing, so I couldn’t make an accurate comparison, but Siho’s cock was about that long, too. And it seemed pretty thick. When the food came, I had all sorts of delusions while looking at the tonkatsu: Could a dick that length fit all the way inside my body? Before that, would my pussy hole even stretch to accommodate that thickness? Because of that, I couldn’t even eat properly. I went there because it was a ‘tasty place,’ but I don’t remember what anything tasted like. All I remember is that my desire to see Siho’s real cock had grown even stronger.
“Anyway, get some good sleep tonight.”
“Wait a second.”
I called out to Siho as he was about to go into his place.
“Did you forget our greeting?”
I lifted my chin and pursed my lips.
-Smack
Siho gave me a light kiss. At first, he showed resistance and felt awkward, but after kissing and kissing again, he’d started to do these little pecks easily. Good, good. It’s progressing well. This is how we take it one step at a time. And the end of that is, obviously, sex. If we get to a relationship where we’re fucking Siho every day, then he’ll start to have romantic feelings for me, right? Because there’s such a thing as ‘fucking-attachment.’
“Sleep well.”
“You too.”
I said goodbye to Siho and went inside. As soon as I entered, I took my phone out of my bag. I went into my album. It was filled with dicks. All of them belonged to one person. Park Siho. Siho thinks I won’t notice who the owner of the photos is, so he keeps taking pictures of his own cock and sending them to me as ‘fap material.’ I only knew because of the scar on his finger. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have known. How could I have imagined that a python was living between Siho’s legs?
For the record, Siho hasn’t realized that the photos I sent him are photos of my pussy. If he had, he wouldn’t be able to act like he usually does. It would definitely be awkward. Anyway, I checked Siho’s cock photos. I zoomed in, zoomed out. Looked at it this way. Looked at it that way. Still, I couldn’t really tell just from the photos.
“Does it look even longer…?”
I took off my pants. I pulled my panties down to my knees, too. In that state, I grabbed a 30cm ruler and held it against my lower abdomen.
“Hieek…!”
My god… It’s not accurate, but assuming Siho’s cock is 20cm, if he inserted it all the way, it would reach right up to my belly button. My knees trembled just imagining it. At the same time, my pussy hole was throbbing, as if it were about to spit out arousal fluid.
“Y-yeah… it wouldn’t be that much…”
I’d looked it up out of curiosity. They say the average length of a Korean man when erect is about 12cm. 20cm feels like I’m overestimating it too much. It’s not like he’s Black, after all.
I shook my head and moved the ruler away from my lower abdomen.
“…………”
And then, I held the ruler against my lower abdomen once more.
“…………Should I check?”