Please Teach Me (3)
"Hhk..."
Someone had gone into the bathroom. Two someones, at that.
Seated by the cafe window, sucking her coffee down through a straw, Han Sua felt her eyes begin to glitter — half worry, half curiosity.
Did they get caught?
What if those people noticed? Would they call the police? Would that mean getting arrested?
She wasn't entirely sure, but it felt strangely like watching a manga unfold in real life. Straw clenched between her lips, Han Sua stared endlessly at the bathroom entrance.
...It wasn't that she was interested in anything lewd. She was worried about her friend.
"......"
Clutching that excuse tight, she fixed her gaze on the entrance to the men's bathroom.
Did he know this was my first kiss?
"Mm... mnh... nngh..."
From the other side came the jingle of two belts. With only a single door between us and that sound, I was messily tangling tongues with Seo Woojin.
Don't. Stop.
I tried to shake my head no in front of him, but it meant nothing. My hair — he had it in a tight grip, and he wasn't letting go. Like lovers, my ass. Like sex partners, my ass. He was just forcing his tongue against mine the way you'd force a rape.
I pinched at Woojin's forearm again and again, but his tongue kept latching onto mine, and all mine could do was sit there with my mouth held open.
...So I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
"Goddamn it, go piss over there! Why the hell are you dropping your pants right next to me?"
"What, 'cause yours is small?"
"Your mom."
The one thing I knew for certain was that I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely could not let on that I liked it. If I did, he'd figure out why I'd been growling at him all this time, wouldn't he?
Which meant that even now, mid-kiss, I had to fight Woojin with everything I had...
...So should I spit on him?
No. I was a little too far beneath him to spit into Seo Woojin's mouth.
Slap him across the face, then?
No. Those two idiots outside still hadn't left. They'd hear every bit of it.
Like this, I couldn't do a thing. I was no different from some docile little lamb, just taking the kiss. ...He was going to see right through me.
I clutched Woojin's collar and flinched for a moment. In the end, there was only one choice I could make.
"You heading back after dinner?"
"That's the plan, for now."
"Then that dakgalbi place up ahead was pretty decent..."
"......"
"......"
Until those bastards left — keep the tip of Woojin's tongue bitten tight between my teeth.
At last the door shut with a rattle. In the same instant Woojin drew back the tongue soaked in both our spit, let it peek out, and asked me:
"...What are you doing? That hurts."
"...I don't want to kiss a pervert like you."
"So you bit me hard enough to draw blood?"
"...What do you want me to do? You can heal it."
"Doesn't mean I can't feel pain."
"......"
Honestly, it wasn't bad. In my heart I wanted to be kissed like I was being devoured a little more, but this was plenty of a pass. And yet when I answered while glaring savagely into Woojin's face, a strange smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
...My answer seemed to please him. Enough that he wanted to educate me by fucking me senseless.
"Then putting my cock in your mouth like last time is out. You'd bite it off."
"......"
"Then..."
Inside the cramped bathroom stall, growing hotter by the second, I felt it beneath my soft thighs — that monstrous cock, trapped in his pants and twitching — and glared at Woojin.
"Strip."
"...Wh-what..."
I'd expected him to make me do something like paizuri again. I hadn't expected an order that blunt.
"I said strip. There's a shelf right there if you want to set your clothes down for a minute. Or just use the bag you put the manga in."
"...Th-that's not the problem, you bastard...!"
"Then what is?"
"...Telling me to strip when I'm already half undressed up top, that's... s-sex... you mean we're going to have sex..."
"Yeah."
"......"
"Strip, so we can have sex."
"......"
I'd imagined losing my virginity in a place like this plenty of times. A subway car rattling and swaying. A molester starting to put his hands on me. Clinging to the dream of maybe today's the one, a real male, getting off midway, luring him into a deserted bathroom. And there — rape. A sloppy, soaking rape. Loud enough that approaching footsteps would falter in embarrassment and retreat. The irresponsible sound of him coming inside me, splrt, splrt. And after, the sound of my head held in place by my male as I was forced to clean him thoroughly with my throat.
A fantasy I'd played out over and over, masturbating face-down on a towel-spread bed. But now that it was becoming real, I couldn't manage a wicked expression. I was supposed to be glaring at Woojin like I wanted him dead.
...Because I was happy. That was why the venom kept draining out of my eyes.
"Want me to strip you?"
"...Get lost. If anyone's stripping me, I'll do it myself..."
Still straddling Woojin, I pulled off my zip-up hoodie and threw it on the bathroom floor. Better than folding it neatly on top of the paper bag — this felt more like being raped.
I considered taking the academy uniform off entirely, then stopped. It was an academy uniform, sure, but in the end it wasn't all that different from a high school one. ...I could at least give him something of the feeling of fucking a Korean schoolgirl.
Instead I tossed my skirt on the floor, rose from Woojin's thighs, and lightly braced a hand against the door.
...So he could shove my panties aside and drive his cock in, deep and hard. Obediently.
"...Do whatever you want now. Fuck..."
"When you put it like that, I don't feel like it."
"...Ha... ...You've really lost it."
"Ease up on the swearing. I like women who don't swear better."
"Fuck, why should I have to match your tastes?"
"You don't want to?"
I glanced back, and Woojin was lightly wagging his phone at me.
"......"
"I asked if you don't want to. Yozora."
"You really are... a rotten bastard..."
"...Good. Better than a minute ago."
Well, even if that photo ended up with Namho-chan — a bear only on the outside — it'd be nothing more than filthy jerk-off material at best. Nothing would actually happen. But a relationship built on lies needed a plausible excuse. So, as if that were some fatal weakness of mine, I tucked my tail, meek as anything, and waited for Woojin.
"......"
The sound of him rising from the toilet. Click, click — a belt coming undone. Zzzip — a zipper coming down. Something hot and hard tapping against my ass.
...A monstrous cock, fully erect. A dangerous thing, with no safety measures like a condom. I waited for it quietly.
"...Condom?"
"I'll finish outside."
Then how was he planning to clean up after? The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't ask.
...Sex. I was afraid he wouldn't give it to me.
"...You say that, then you're gonna irresponsibly pump it all inside me anyway..."
"I don't do risky things. I don't feel like making a life I'd have to take responsibility for, either."
"...Shameless bastard."
"If you really want it, I can do it after I put you on the pill."
"I'm not taking it. Absolutely not."
"Keep acting tough like that, and what are you going to do when I change my mind and fill you until it overflows?"
What would I do?
I'd come my brains out from a womb packed tight with his cum. ...I remembered exactly how much he'd shot into my mouth last time. Thinking of that going into my belly...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for trying to rape Master when I'm nothing. So please... stop putting your cum in.
I'd bark it just like that, obvious as anything. Drooling pathetically on the floor. Whimpering.
But my lips said something else.
"...A piece of trash like you couldn't get me pregnant anyway."
"Yeah?"
Not a shred of scientific basis in it. Nothing but my own selfish desire, heaped on thick.
"...Try coming inside once, then. ...Heh heh."
"...Guess it hasn't been long since your period."
"Who knows? I'm not telling you."
I ran my mouth with every stupid thing I could think of. As if I desperately wanted him to come inside.
...If I were a man, I definitely would have taken it that way. Woojin, though... didn't particularly seem to.
"Whatever. I don't feel like doing anything risky."
"......"
"Lift your hips a little more? I should loosen you up properly before I put it in."
"......"
Tap, tap — Woojin's palm landed lightly on my ass. Nowhere near enough to call a spanking. The kind of force you'd use fussing over a pet. I was already starting to feel it from nothing more than that, so I bit down hard on my lower lip, raised my hips a little higher just as he'd said, and hooked my pure white panties up over the flesh of my ass myself.
...The pretty cherry-blossom pink of my rear hole, too. And the bare pussy I'd diligently shaved smooth, so that someday I could be fucked to pieces. All of it, shown to Woojin. So that whenever he wanted, he could drive that monster cock in. Thud. Thud.
"...Why do you still have a hymen? Doesn't suit you."
"Shut your— ...nnh..."
The finger Woojin pushed in spread my pussy open to the side, so he could appraise it.
"Japan's a little different from Korea on this stuff. A girl who pops her cherry too late gets treated like an idiot."
"That's just... making fun of someone for being ugly..."
"Ah. That kind of thing."
"Nngh..."
"So you're talking around it. Your face still isn't one that gets to pop it."
"Hik... hik..."
As if asking whether it was fine to ruin it with his fingers — the hymen I'd only ever pressed down on when I masturbated, never once gone past — so he could touch it with the tip of a closely trimmed nail.
"...Girls with the looks can lose their virginity whenever they w-want, anyway..."
"And you?"
"...Me?"
"You too. Seniors from the sports clubs, people who like that kind of dirty stuff — you've got a body that'd go over just fine with them..."
"...Nnghik?! Nnh...?!"
"So why are you still a virgin?"
The bastard who'd been busy toying with my hymen like a plaything slowly moved his fingers lower, and — nothing like some clumsy grope — in the way I liked, ...truly, the way I touched myself on my bed every single day, so he could scold my clit.
"...Because I haven't... met my, nnh... my red thread of fate.... ...Why?"
"Fate? For a drunk, you've got a surprisingly romantic side."
"Am I not allowed to like that? What, you think I'm some grandma in her thirties— ...Hiiik?! Hey, stop, that, stop...!"
"......"
"...Don't lick me there with your t-tongue...! Something's, wrong..."
"......"
The tongue that had been moving inside my mouth only moments ago was now pressed firm against my clit, already growing wet with my slick — until my thighs trembled, until I slammed my forehead against the bathroom door and cried out in a voice that should never be heard in a men's bathroom — so he could scold my clit.
...Like that.
"Hoo..."
"...Hehh... heh... heh..."
Until I could come sweetly, bouncing up on the balls of my feet.
"...Ah, you fucking bastard..."
"Hhh... nnh..."
In the end Woojin stood behind me — already busy drooling in strings from the tip of my tongue — gripped my pelvis just above my ass, corrected the awkward, half-crouched stance of a first-timer, and drove into a gap that was tight, soaking, and impossibly narrow that massive cock, the kind you'd only ever see in fiction. So he could hammer into my head exactly what the pain of being broken open felt like.
...So he could hammer into my head exactly how good sex felt.
Having pulled my own panties aside, I shuddered, a tingling running through my waist at the hard sensation filling my lower belly without a single gap.
"...I get that it feels good, but quit squeezing. I can't shove any more in."
"Doesn't feel good, don't get the wrong idea, you piece of traaash..."
...I told you, Baek Seoyeon. The red thread of fate. It's real...