The Date
Hand in hand, we walked the darkened streets, the breeze rising gently against us.
Neither of us spoke, yet both Song-yi and I knew exactly where we were headed.
There, ahead of us, the building that blazed brightest and tallest amid the glittering lights. The hotel we had passed together while walking this neighborhood before—that was our final destination.
She had been the one to contact me first. Even when we met today, I never imagined things would go this far…
No. I had never once imagined Song-yi and I would end up like this at all.
Some people around us had said I would start dating her soon; others claimed we already were. But to me, Song-yi had simply been a pretty announcer.
Even when I reached out first and used a meal as an excuse to show interest, it had only been because of that floral scent. Nothing more.
From the start, I never believed a woman like her would ever meet someone like me.
And yet… the Song-yi I met outside the ballpark was a different person from the one I thought I knew.
A bright, cute side I had never seen before. Even a clumsy, dazed side.
That side of her felt a little endearing. I found myself looking at her differently than I ever had.
I must have forgotten my original purpose and simply fallen for her.
Thanks to that, I never even brought up the floral scent today. More accurately, I never thought of it at all.
So as the hotel drew closer, a flicker of unease rose in me.
What if she says something like, “This doesn’t feel right. I can’t do this,” and just leaves?
I had seen scenes like that in movies and dramas now and then…
Thankfully, Song-yi said nothing all the way into the hotel. She simply held my hand tightly and walked beside me.
Once inside, she even pulled out a card and paid herself without hesitation.
I had fully intended to cover it myself, but she never gave me the chance to speak.
We took the key, waited for the elevator, rode up, and stopped in front of the room assigned to us.
My heart hammered wildly.
I had always insisted to Ho-min that I wasn’t some hopeless virgin… but the truth was, I had never really dated properly.
Even when I happened to meet a woman, it never went beyond a couple of dates. That was all.
It wasn’t as if I had never been with a woman… but coming here with someone I had actually come to like—this was a first.
Men had plenty of ways to gain experience even without a girlfriend, so maybe that was a small mercy?
At least I wouldn’t flail around like an idiot, completely clueless about what to do.
Song-yi tapped the keycard. The lock clicked open, and at last the door swung wide. She slotted the card to turn on the lights… then turned and faced me squarely.
Her face still faintly flushed. Those full, glistening lips.
The moment I saw them, I could no longer hold back.
“Mm!”
Her eyes flew wide in surprise as my mouth covered hers, then slowly fluttered shut.
Her closed lips parted just enough to let me in. Our tongues tangled frantically between them.
My heart, already racing unlike usual, now pounded as if it might burst.
I wrapped an arm around her slender waist and kissed her as we edged backward. I never thought I would actually do the things I had only seen in movies…
Right now my mind was filled with only one thought: get to the bed.
I guided her step by step until my legs finally bumped the mattress. I turned us and succeeded in toppling her onto the bed.
Song-yi lay beneath me. Even after I climbed over her, the kiss went on for a long while.
That long kiss ended only when her breathing grew a little rough. I lifted my face slightly, and what met my eyes was her long, pale neck.
The same neck that had stolen my gaze from the moment we met today.
“Ah…! W-wait. Hmm? Hajin, just a second.”
Song-yi carefully stopped me as I lunged for her throat like a beast. Her voice finally pulled a little of my sanity back; I quickly raised my head.
And there was her face—smiling up at me, bright and radiant.
That smile short-circuited me all over again.
W-what am I supposed to do now?
Fortunately, Song-yi told me the next step.
“The lights… turn them off. Okay?”
“Ah!”
The hotel room was still brightly lit. I had been so far gone I hadn’t even noticed.
I scrambled off the bed, looked around, and finally found the remote to kill the lights.
Darkness swallowed the room in an instant. Only a soft mood light glowed faintly.
When I turned back to the bed after finishing the task, Song-yi had already settled herself in the middle of it.
She lay neatly and stretched her arms out toward me—as if inviting me into them. I hurried into that space and stole another brief kiss.
After the kiss I rose again. Even in the dim light I could see a trace of tension on her face.
Both of us already knew what came next.
I took hold of the zipper on her tracksuit top and slowly drew it down.
A soft rasp accompanied the gradual parting of the fabric. At last the zipper reached the bottom and the top fell completely open.
And what showed between…
Her underwear barely covered half of her. It was only gathering them.
Above that barely-there bra, two large, round mountains sat prettily together.
I swallowed hard without meaning to.
I quickly stripped away the tracksuit still hanging on her body. In my haste I fumbled, so Song-yi helped by slipping her arms free herself.
I tossed the discarded clothes aside roughly and slid my hands behind her back. Then—click.
The bra that had been constraining her chest went slack. I yanked it up and off in a rush and flung it the same way I had thrown the top.
“Whoa…”
Even in the faint light I could see the two round breasts settled there. An admiring sound escaped me unbidden.
Song-yi, apparently embarrassed, quickly turned her head to escape my gaze.
“H-Hajin…?”
I knew what she meant, but my hands were already gripping her pants.
I pulled pants and underwear down together. She lifted her hips a little to help, so they slid off her legs easily.
Now Song-yi was completely bare.
And immediately I was the same.
Her soft body met my bare skin. My mouth slowly approached the breasts I had been eyeing for some time.
Just as my lips nearly reached those large, round curves—
“Ah…!”
A dense floral fragrance flooded my nose. Far thicker than anything I had ever sensed from her before. Almost like the Hooded Woman’s.
My mind blanked again.
Apparently I was completely addicted to that floral scent.
The lips that had been approaching carefully now greedily claimed her breast. The soft, yielding feel against my tongue. That small, round tip was tormented endlessly inside my mouth.
This time Song-yi did not stop me. She only stroked my hair.
And then…
“Haa…!”
Even a reward-like moan.
After thoroughly exploring both breasts, my lips gradually traveled lower.
Past her firm stomach, past the navel at its center, a little farther down.
Just as my descending lips were about to feel a faint roughness, strength gathered in Song-yi’s legs and both her hands cupped my face.
Then she pulled me up.
Her slightly trembling arms drew me higher.
Smack.
I followed the pull until my face was before hers; we shared a light kiss, then parted.
She looked more tense than before—yet she was still smiling faintly.
Seeing that, I knew it was truly time to begin.
My legs slid between her slightly parted thighs.
I covered her body completely with mine. I felt her hands climb my back and pull me tight.
While stroking her face, I advanced little by little below.
And at last—the wetness.
I applied a little pressure and pushed in.
“Hauk!”
The door that had seemed firmly shut, trying to push me out, suddenly swung wide open.
As I entered deeper, heat rose from below. The farther I went, the greater that heat grew.
When I finally reached the end, pressure joined the heat.
“Haaaah!”
I slowly moved in and out of that hot, slick interior. With each leisurely withdrawal and return, Song-yi’s body reacted fiercely.
She urgently wrapped her arms around my neck, buried her face against me, and moaned right into my ear.
Hot breath and those lewd sounds reached me clearly.
I had heard countless times that a woman’s first experience needed care… but if she did this, how was I supposed to hold back…
My body began to move more roughly.
“Huk! Ah! Ak! Haa! Nngh…! H-Hajin… ha… aaaang!!”
The pleasure from below and the floral scent that seemed to fill the entire room had me completely intoxicated. Self-control no longer existed.
No—I wanted even stronger stimulation. I wanted to see more.
I raised myself from where I had been covering her and took in her slightly contorted face and the wildly bouncing breasts.
As I rose, Song-yi’s legs naturally came up with me; I hooked them over my arms. At the same time my hands reached forward and filled themselves with the breasts that had been swaying every which way.
Her legs folded back naturally, lifting her hips a little. And there I began to drive harder, faster.
“Aaaaaah!! Hoooook!!”
Song-yi, drenched in sweat from head to toe, cried out and thrashed.
She clutched the bedsheets tightly, enduring stimulation she could barely handle.
I was the same. Sweat dripped from my entire body, yet I never stopped. I only pushed harder.
I could not stop until I had poured out every last bit of the tingling surge rising from deep below.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaak! Hwaaaaang!!”
I felt everything climb and finally burst free, and I stopped all movement.
I released the legs hooked over my arms and collapsed over Song-yi, who was still twitching.
My arms locked tight around her. Her legs rose again to wrap my waist.
She held me completely captive and waited until I had finished pouring everything out.
“Are you going to stay like that?”
Even after it was all over, I still hadn’t pulled out; Song-yi asked while looking at me.
“Is… that not okay?”
“No? Stay just like that. Hehe.”
She kept stroking my hair the way one might praise a child.
“But I’m thirsty…”
“Ah!”
A little more time passed before Song-yi carefully spoke. Come to think of it, I was thirsty too.
We had both sweated quite a bit.
“Haut!”
I carefully withdrew from inside her, pressed a kiss to her forehead, then went to the fridge and brought back water.
Song-yi, who had roughly covered herself with the blanket and sat up, took the water from me, drank, then suddenly snorted a laugh.
“What is it?”
“I just realized we didn’t even wash… hehe.”
“Huh? Ah…”
I hadn’t even thought of it. Who had the presence of mind for that? We had been busy enough to die.
“I’m going to wash up. Hand me that, will you?”
Song-yi’s hand pointed to the towel basket in front of her.
“No. Not that one. Next to it. Yes. That.”
An enormous towel. What did they call these again?
Anyway, when I brought it over, she pushed aside the blanket that had been covering her.
And once more her body came into view.
I had felt it while she was lying down, but those large breasts sat so prettily. Almost no sag—perfect.
“Waaah…”
Another admiring sound slipped out before I could stop it. Song-yi looked at me, giggled, and wrapped the towel around herself.
“Do you really need to cover up? I’ve already seen everything.”
“Eeeh? Shh!”
She stuck out her lips once and disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of the shower came, and a little later Song-yi emerged again, still wrapped in the towel.
Then it was my turn.
I showered as well, returned to the bed, and pulled Song-yi—who had already discarded her towel—into my arms.
Strange, wasn’t it? After a shower you should smell like body wash, so why was there that floral scent again…
The faintly visible curve of her breast against me. Her neck. Her narrow waist. Those long legs. And of course the hint of her hips. And above all, that decisive floral fragrance.
“Haa…”
“What is it? Suddenly sighing?”
“……”
“!!!!!”
There was no way I could hold back…