Overnight Stay
Hand in hand, we retraced the path we'd walked back in early spring. Out of the cafe, straight three blocks. Cross the intersection, left turn. Right at the fork. Clomp clomp, and there at the end of the alley was the convenience store.
Ah, didn't prepare today, did I?
I tugged Gyeo-ul's hand and turned left a block early.
"Oppa?"
"Let's hit the convenience store. ...Gotta buy some changes of clothes."
"...Oh. Yeah."
We walked side by side, but soon she was trailing behind me again as we trudged along. The store looked exactly like the one we'd stopped at before heading out tonight. Same stock, similar layout, but different clerk.
Taking that earlier mistake as a lesson, we kept our voices low, whispering instead of chattering loudly. Honestly, I felt a bit bad about it. Like I was bragging about having such a cute little sister.
"Underwear and... socks. Mouthwash too?"
"Yeah. Oh, and masks."
We grabbed only the essentials, tossed them in the basket, and I hid Gyeo-ul behind my back to check out. Not buying condoms like last time, so why the hell is she acting like that? The stuff screamed we're staying overnight, sure.
"Thank you~."
After paying, I stuffed the items in my pockets and slipped out of the store with Gyeo-ul. ...I'd borrowed some of her pockets too, since I still had stuff left from earlier.
Hands interlocked again, we walked one more block to the motel we frequented. Same staff as always. At this point, we're basically friends, right? Friends can crash at each other's places.
Hand trembling, I paid the 90,000 won "friend fee," swallowed hard, and headed up to the room.
How much cash did I burn today? Gotta get independent soon. Why do pointless expenses like this pop up when we live together?
The second we entered the room, shoes still on, I pulled Gyeo-ul into a back hug from behind. No special meaning—just routine. Hugging whoever's there is standard upon entering.
"Wait, oppa... I said we're not doing it..."
"We're gonna hug like this to sleep anyway."
"That's why we should shower first...!"
"...If you say we'll shower together, I'll let go."
I locked my arms just under her chest, pinning her tight. She squirmed, trying to pry them loose. But no chance.
I toed off my shoes slyly and inched into the room. Gyeo-ul couldn't scuff the floor either, so she kicked off her sneakers and let me push her forward step by step.
"Oppa, I'm gonna fall...!"
"It's fine. You won't fall, won't fall."
Her unsteady steps left her completely under my control, wobbling for balance. If I let go now, she'd topple for real—but that's not the plan.
I strode to the bed, keeping her steady, then flung us sideways onto it. The moment she hit the mattress, I rolled us up in the blankets like a burrito, trapping her.
I got wrapped too, but whatever. It wouldn't be so bad sleeping like this.
"Oppa... It's stuffy, let me gooo..."
"Stuffier? Want me to take off your mask? Just the mask, and we sleep like this."
"We haven't showered yet. Seriously..."
"Exactly. Let's just shower together. I wanna get in the tub with you."
"No way."
Her stubborn refusal irked me after all that, so I rolled the other way, unraveling the blankets, and mounted her prone form. I kneaded her traps firmly—everyone's favorite spot, cool ache and all.
But Gyeo-ul shrieked and flailed like it was torture.
"Ah, oppa! It hurts! Hurts!"
"Hey, it's a massage. Anyone'd think I was..."
"Ow... It really hurts, let go. Let gooo..."
Shoulders and neck that knotted? I eased off, surprised, and got down. Sure enough, freed Gyeo-ul bolted off the bed to the bathroom like nothing happened.
...Acting like that could backfire someday. Hmm... We should set a safe word for when we really wanna stop. She's faked "don't, don't" plenty before.
"Gyeo-ul-ah... Sorry, can I come in?"
"No. ...Don't come in."
Her voice sharp with anger now. I deflated, face-planting into the bed. Lying prone, waiting, I heard rustling clothes, then the loud hiss of the shower.
...What? She's actually showering alone?
I hadn't planned much naughty stuff, but I'd assumed she'd tease me into it. This threw me off big time. What's up with her?
"...Oppa?"
"..."
"Oppa asleep...?"
Voice from beyond the door. ...Hmph. Knew it.
Curious what she'd do if I pretended to sleep, I stayed silent.
"Oppa."
"..."
"Haa... Oppa."
"..."
"...Wanna come in?"
I dropped the act instantly, hopped off the bed, and yanked open the door. Gyeo-ul sat in the tub, fully clothed, water running.
"What? Weren't you showering?"
"...You said you wanted to shower together."
...There we go. But I heard her undressing?
A closer look: leggings gone from under her shorts, now bare legs. Feet looked damp. Sink held her mask, leggings, towel.
...Ah. Almost forgot.
"Gyeo-ul-ah, step out a sec. Gotta wash my hands."
"...Okay."
I shooed her out, handled business, rinsed my lower half in the shower, and pulled my pants back on. Gyeo-ul lay sideways on the bed, waiting. I took her hand, pulled her up, and faced the full-length mirror together.
"...Um, oppa."
"Yeah."
"I said no drinking today."
"...Yeah."
"But you broke the promise... so no sex."
"Got it. No sex."
"But... since I made you put up with my whims... we'll bathe together."
"...Okay."
"So... we gotta wash. ...Undress me."
...Not sure why I have to undress her for a shower. But no reason to refuse.
I unzipped her baseball jacket fully, slipped it off each arm carefully. Short-sleeved tee underneath. Hope she's not cold, but the room's warm enough.
I grabbed the hem and lifted; she stretched her arms up to help.
"Ah, oppa, slow. My hair's catching..."
"...I know."
Top off, revealing her bra. The black sleep one I bought to replace the one I dirtied up last time—guilt gift. Every time I see it, that hole in the cleavage screams ulterior motive. Air circulation my ass.
"This one's hard to take off, so I'll do it."
No hooks, tank-top style. She hiked it up, baring her breasts, then stripped her upper body like the tee. Mirror showed her back and shoulders—pure sin. Arms crossed over her nipples, either hiding or tempting. Either way, overflowing cleavage crushed against her arms drew my eyes harder.
...Damn, dangerous. Said no sex, but...
She'll tease me mercilessly in the tub. "This what 'no' looks like?" or some shit.
"...Oppa. Stop staring at my tits."
"You're covering them."
"Quit bullshitting and hurry... Bottom too... I'm cold."
Slow down earlier, now hurry up? Couldn't resist her urging; hand to her lower half.
Her usual dolphin pants at home. Shame I can't strip the leggings, but watching them slide down her thighs, past her knees, drop with a thud—never gets old. Hips flowing from her waist, same. Plain panties, too.
Her ass in the mirror rivaled Shin Hari's, but reddening cheeks as she hooked her fingers in her panties and let me watch—that was hottest.
"Hurry up... Pervert. For real."
She knew I'd do this, yet asked me to undress her. Who's the real perv? Doesn't matter. We're both pervs; perfect match.
I tugged her panties down slow, to her ankles, stood, and stroked her.
"...Why not my hair?"
"Touch anywhere else, you'll accuse me of naughty stuff."
"...Fine, then you undress quick. I'm getting in the tub."
"Won't you undress me?"
"You'll go naughty mid-strip. No thanks."
...She knows me too well. How? Was gonna hug and grind the second my shirt was off.
Amazed at how she read me and fled, I sadly stripped alone. Folded everything neatly, then followed to the bathroom.
Gyeo-ul stretched languidly in the full tub, legs extended.
"Hey. Where do I get in?"
"...Wait till I'm done washing?"
"What if I just sit on you?"
"No. You're heavy; I'd get crushed."
Not the words from someone who crushes me when bored. But no time to argue; I stepped in boldly.
Foot beside her thigh, standing straight. ...Hmm. This pose feels...
"...Said no naughty stuff. Pervert."
"Not doing it. Won't. So get up a bit. No room to sit."
"Last time I sat on you, you grabbed my thighs and forced..."
"Hey, no water then!"
Barely held back from shoving it in her whining mouth. Grabbed her underarms, stood her, spun her onto my lap.
...Haa. Her ass grinding is driving me insane. Wet hair and body? Torture. Dripping water droplets are a cheat code, for real.
Testing my limits on temptation, I embraced the ordeal I had no intention of passing.