Lee Miho (4): Gonna Eat Her Up
I swallowed hard. The girl right in front of me, Miho, was gazing at me with heated breaths, her expression perfectly matching the phrase "gonna eat her up." Unlike the sweet, charming smile and beauty I'd seen that morning, the Miho before me now was like a beast—flicking her tongue, her red eyes devouring me whole.
"Hmm~? What should I do? Eat you up~?"
Miho grabbed my necktie and yanked me closer. Despite my sturdy build and weight, her slender arm pulled me in effortlessly, like it was nothing.
"Haa... haa..."
Her face was right in front of mine now. Her hot breaths flowed into my nose, and her crimson eyes locked onto mine, reflecting my own gaze. It wasn't just her face that was close—her body pressed against mine. Her soft breasts squished against my chest, changing shape under the pressure. Our thighs touched where we clung so tightly.
And that's why, as any hot-blooded guy would instinctively react, one part of my body stood at attention. Of course, Miho, plastered right up against me, noticed the change immediately.
"Hee~"
Her hand stroked my jaw, then slid down. Brushing over my chest and abs, it stopped abruptly at one spot.
"Hmm~?"
She tapped the tip lightly, as if confirming, then traced its length with her fingers, gauging it. The chilling, thrilling sensation made me shiver involuntarily. Amused by my reaction, Miho giggled, then slipped the fingers that had just measured me between her red lips and licked them. Her tongue wrapped around them, slick with saliva. I swallowed again without thinking.
"Ahh... This part's perfect too. How can you be so flawless?"
Miho eyed my crotch with a bewitching gaze. Dangerous. This is dangerous. No matter how I thought about it, it felt like I was about to get devoured right here. Seeing her glistening lips and that flicking scarlet tongue, the odds of not going all the way seemed zero.
'Be careful of women who approach you for no reason.'
Grandmother's dying words flashed in my mind. They'd always been etched in my heart, guiding my actions like a vow, so I couldn't help but suspect.
'No way... Is Miho the kind of woman Grandmother warned me about?'
"Hee hee~."
Miho wrinkled her nose, buried it in my neck, and inhaled deeply, marking her territory. She even nipped my neck lightly with her moist lips. Pleasure spread from my neck, stiffening my body as I pondered once more: Should I surrender to this bliss and let it happen? Or push her away?
But before I could resolve my dilemma, Miho suddenly shoved me back, creating distance.
'Uh... what?'
As I blinked in confusion, Miho smacked her lips with a regretful look and muttered to herself.
"Ahh... such a shame. Guess it's too much in this state."
Her tail swished as she circled me, continuing. "If I stimulate him that much under the hypnosis I placed on the rooftop, he'll wake up."
Apparently, the hypnosis Miho cast wasn't some overpowering mind control from movies or books. She'd tried to remove my necklace earlier but shrugged it off as a "defense mechanism." And now, failing to eat me up, it seemed the same.
I sighed inwardly in relief—mixed with a twinge of regret—as Miho fiddled with my shoulder, smacking her lips again.
"Hmm... Still, it's such a waste... You look like you've got tons of yang energy, built just my type, and you can actually see me properly. Letting a chance like this with our Hanjun slip away..."
Miho purred like a cat, rubbing her body against mine. It was so cute, like she was showing affection, but I had to pretend to be hypnotized, so I fought hard not to look.
"Ah, right! I can do this!"
Miho stopped rubbing her cheek on my chest, perking up her tail as if she'd had an idea. She stepped back two paces, staring at me, and licked her lips.
"Yeah, without strong stimulation or triggering defenses. I can plant a simple suggestion. Why didn't I think of that?"
Miho grinned slyly. She held up one finger, pointing to herself, and declared proudly.
"From now on, whenever Kang Hanjun looks at me strangely or meets my eyes, he'll feel a rational attraction to me. And..."
She stepped closer. On the second step, she cupped my face gently, stood on tiptoes, and...
Smack.
Pressed her lips to mine.
'...?!'
As our lips met seamlessly and I froze, unsure what to do, Miho didn't stop. She slipped her tongue between my lips. My mouth was clenched, but her tongue slid slickly along my gums and teeth, and I opened up without thinking.
"Mmm..."
Our tongues tangled. In the tight seal of our mouths, we exchanged breaths. I tasted Miho's sticky sweetness. My first kiss in life. It was dizzying, intense enough to halt every thought in my brain.
"...Pha."
Ending the long kiss, Miho pulled back with a satisfied smile. A transparent thread stretched between our lips. She broke it with her thumb and said to me,
"Whenever you think of me, you'll recall this stimulation you just felt. Got it?"
Dazed by the sensation, I nodded belatedly to her words.
"Ah... Got it."
Miho's tail swished in satisfaction as she asked,
"Oh! And was that your first kiss?"
"Uh... yeah."
Her tail thrashed wildly at my answer.
"Hmm~"
Miho beamed happily, gazing at me for a while. Then, noticing the sunset fading outside, she waved.
"Well, hate to end it, but see you at school tomorrow, Hanjun."
The sun sank fast. As the classroom darkened, Miho's red eyes glowed more妖艶ly. Like when she first hypnotized me, she commanded me to look into her eyes and whispered softly.
"Kang Hanjun forgets everything that happened here and heads home safely."
Except. She added at the end.
"The suggestion to feel rational attraction when looking at me, and to recall this first kiss's stimulation when thinking of me, sinks deep into Kang Hanjun's heart. Got it?"
Pretending to be hypnotized, I nodded.
"Ah... Got it."
"Good. Now, really, bye."
The classroom was pitch black now. With no lights, only Miho's scarlet eyes blinked in the dark. Her perky triangular ears and swishing three tails vanished from her body in a flash. The silhouette left in the shadows turned into that of an ordinary girl.
Creak.
She opened the window to leave—an utterly unordinary move. Whoosh. Her silhouette leaped out. Normally, I'd freak out, but right before she jumped, her eyes flashed red, proving it was all real. I just stared blankly at the empty window.
"W-was that... an illusion?"
I patted myself down, muttering. The events were crystal clear in my mind, but my reason and common sense rejected them. Yet the open window and the sweet residue of Miho on my lips forced me to accept it.
This "un日常" that happened to me today was real.
"This is insane..."
I groaned in the empty classroom for a while before heading home. On the way, I remembered I'd come back for my forgotten textbook, but whatever. I had bigger problems than homework.
How was I supposed to face Miho tomorrow?
I tossed and turned all night without sleep, agonizing over it.
* * *
"Hmm..."
The next morning, as usual, I headed to Cafe Yuu to sort inventory. Once everything was neatly arranged and I sat at a cafe table, the manager stared at me intently, letting out an odd hum.
"Hanjun."
"Y-yes...?"
Caught off guard from daydreaming, I startled. She sat across from me and asked,
"Something happen yesterday? You look exhausted."
"Ah... well."
I rolled my eyes, recalling yesterday. No matter how I sugarcoated it, it wasn't something I could say aloud, so I brushed it off.
"Nothing much. Just had trouble sleeping."
"Hmm... really?"
The manager smirked intriguingly and whispered,
"What kept you up all night?"
She leaned her ample chest on the table with a strange expression, making me scratch my neck awkwardly.
"Just... nothing, really."
"Alright, then. If you have any worries, tell me anytime."
She hopped up and went inside. Moments later, she returned with a cafe latte, cheeks faintly flushed.
"You look tired, so I put in extra this time. Drink up and power through with caffeine."
"Thank you, Manager."
I downed the milk-heavy latte in one go and headed to school. Maybe from the extra caffeine, my head spun energetically. But no amount of quick thinking or pep solved the issue ahead.
Today, the moment I met Miho, I had to act like someone rationally attracted to her—and get aroused recalling our first kiss.