Episode 8: Is Ji Eun-hwi Being (a Bit) Lewd? (3)
Episode 8: Is Ji Eun-hwi Being (a Bit) Lewd? (3)
I didn't just clean the obvious spots—I went after every last speck of dust, even the stuff layered on books that hadn't been touched in ages. By the time I was done, the sun had set and the glow of the streetlamps was seeping in through the windows.
"Grrraaaah!"
I stretched, reaching for the ceiling, and caught my reflection in the mirror.
"I've really put on weight..."
There was no way the cotton t-shirt I'd bought last year had suddenly shrunk, which meant the only thing that had changed was my body.
"Half my gut's showing just from stretching once... Do I need to start working out...?"
For years I'd used work as an excuse to ditch exercise entirely. And ever since Sieun-noona left for the States—she used to nag me constantly—it had basically been a free-for-all.
Honestly, it was a miracle I hadn't ballooned even more. Having Eunhwi-noona around meant we ate together, so my portions and diet got regulated automatically. By that standard, I'd actually held the line pretty well.
I washed off the dust clinging to my body from the cleaning, and when I stepped onto the scale, the shock hit even harder.
"Holy shit..."
I'm not exactly short, so the absolute number wasn't catastrophically low. Even so, I'd hit a new lifetime high.
- 95 kg.
I was officially obese. And lately, whenever I'd get on top of Noona during sex, she'd never let it show, but I'd noticed her struggling just a little. I'd figured it was because things were getting intense. Nope. Apparently it was because I'd been getting heavier.
"I should really do something about this..."
Earlier I'd been practically giddy at the thought of ordering fried chicken after finishing the cleaning. That appetite evaporated in an instant. I dumped out every last bottle of soda in the fridge and replaced them all with plain water.
"Goodbye, my loves..."
I sent off my soulmates, then sank onto the sofa and spaced out for a while.
The front door opened, and a beloved voice rang out.
"I'm home~"
"You're back?"
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
I wasn't sure if my gloomy mood was that obvious, or if Noona was just that sharp, but she picked up on it from a single word. Without even putting down her bag, she walked straight over to the sofa where I was sitting, sat beside me, and took my hand.
"What's the matter?"
"I'll tell you in a bit. Go wash up first."
"Okay."
She stared at me with worried eyes for a moment, but once I promised I'd tell her, she finally got up from the sofa.
She took off her makeup, changed clothes, and settled beside me again. She waited without saying a word.
When the moment actually came to open my mouth, I was so embarrassed I just kept moving my lips soundlessly.
'Getting worked up over something so stupid...'
Me, a self-proclaimed manly man, getting depressed over something like this. And worse, having to tell her about it—my Noona, my girlfriend. It was mortifying.
"What is it? What happened?"
Meanwhile, Noona had clearly decided this was something serious. She wore a grave expression and kept stroking the back of my hand. I hated the heavy atmosphere, and even though I'd already dragged it out, I figured delaying any longer would only make things worse, so I finally spoke up.
"The thing is..."
"Pfft-hahahaha!!!"
When I'd first started talking, Noona had been so tense, her expression dead serious. The moment I finished the story, she burst out laughing—a huge, roaring laugh, practically falling backwards.
"Don't laugh. I'm serious."
Truth be told, it was funny. Even I knew that. But if I started laughing too, I'd instantly become the punchline. So I held it in.
"Haha... hehe... hehe... Siju-hehehe..."
It took a long while before her laughter finally died down.
"So that's why you were radiating 'I'm so depressed~' vibes all over the entire apartment?"
"Ugh, I'm telling you, it was a genuine shock. I didn't just hit the high eighties—I blasted straight into the mid-nineties in no time flat."
"Hehehe... Yeah, you have been eating a lot lately."
"You could've stopped me a little..."
She reached out and stroked my cheek.
"You just look so cute and happy when you're eating. I couldn't bring myself to stop you."
"Hah... Still, you could've jumped in at some point."
"Hehe. So, does this mean you're going to take care of yourself now? You want to work out with me?"
"Yeah... let's do it..."
It wasn't just exercise I resented—I didn't much care for leaving the house in the first place. Still, if I tried to do home workouts by myself, I knew I'd end up shoving something edible into my mouth anyway. Learning from Noona, who had spent the last twenty-plus years managing her own body and had actual training, would probably be more effective.
"Great. But let's eat something tonight."
"Huh?"
"I'm hungry~"
A devil had appeared, trying to crush my dieting resolve in a single day—no, in just a few hours.
"Begone, fiend!"
I gave her a playful shove, but she just clung on even tighter.
"You really don't wanna eat? Your noona is this hungry, you know?"
Right on cue, a growl rumbled from her stomach.
"What the—can actresses control that too?"
I was so genuinely awed I couldn't help asking. But whether because it wasn't intentional or because it was, her face flushed bright red and she pulled away from me.
"Wha—what are you talking about?!"
This time it was my turn to tease, leaning in toward her.
"Looks like my noona was really, really hungry~"
I've thought it before, and I'll say it again: we are, considering our ages, engaged in a spectacularly childish romance.
"So, what should we eat?"
"Mm... salad?"
"Ughh... fine."
It's not that I hate salad.
"What, you don't want salad?"
"No, I mean, you know I don't hate vegetables."
"That's true. So what's the problem?"
The problem was... it just doesn't fill you up.
"It's not filling..."
She gave me a look of pure disbelief.
"Excuse me, Mr. Choi Sijun?"
"Yeah?"
"If a man who says he's on a diet eats until his stomach is completely full, is that really a diet? What are you—do elephants eat meat now?"
The words struck like a legendary dieting proverb. My heart ached.
"Fine... just give it to me..."
Mercifully, since it was my first day, she drizzled just a little dressing on top. That made it, at the very least, a tasty meal.
There were hardly any dishes to do, so we wrapped up in no time. I sat down near the end of the sofa where her head was resting, and Noona immediately sat up.
"So, time for some exercise, right?"
"Exercise? This late? Aren't you tired?"
I'd already made up my mind, so I wasn't about to refuse. Still, she'd been at work all day, and it was nearly 1 a.m. Exercising at this hour seemed a bit much.
"Wait here."
She disappeared into her room. When she walked back out, I rose to my feet as if hypnotized.
"Ah..."
"What's with that reaction?"
If you asked me whether the outfit she was wearing was revealing, I could tell you without a shred of hesitation: absolutely not. But to me, it was one of the sexiest things she could possibly wear.
I couldn't say a word, just stared. That made her shy.
"What...? Say something, come on."
"That's the dress you wore our first time."
"You remember? I didn't think you would."
The moment I let on that I recognized it, her face—which had dimmed just slightly—lit right up.
Sadly, it wasn't my first time. But the night I took Noona's first time, she'd been wearing exactly this—a light blue one-piece dress. No way I could ever forget that. Almost twenty years had passed, and the fact that she could still fit into that same dress was incredible. The memories of that night flooded back so strongly it was almost overwhelming.
"Today, I'm going to teach you lots of exercises, Sijun-ah—just like I did back then~"
"What are you talking about? You were trembling like a leaf back then because it was your first time. Calming you down was a monumental effort."
"Yaah!"
She swung a fist at me, but I dodged it easily and pulled her into my arms, sinking onto the sofa with her beneath me.
"You kept this? Why haven't you worn it all this time?"
"Mm... because it was the dress I wore on our very first day together. I thought if I wore it on any other day... it might feel a little sad?"
Forty years old, and she still had a girl's sentimental heart.
"Ah... if only our Ms. 'Someone-Else' were as sentimental as you."
"What's that? Are you talking about another woman right in front of me?"
"Ah... sorry."
She knew perfectly well I was talking about Sieun-noona, but she still got jealous.
"Today... only think about me."
"..."
"And, hey."
"Yeah?"
"I'm off work until Monday?"
Her last sentence was the perfect fuel to set us ablaze.
"Tcheup... Sijun-ah... I love you..."
She whispered words of love while pressing her lips to mine. I whispered back.
"I love you, Noona..."
"Not 'Noona'..."
Normally she'd get upset if I didn't call her Noona, but at times like this, she always wanted me to treat her like we were the same age—or even like she was my younger girlfriend.
"Okay... Eunhwi-ya."
"Yes..."
Hearing her use honorifics with me like that gave me an electric jolt that was hard to describe.
"Tchurup, tchureup... oppa..."
Calling me 'oppa' when we were just at the kissing stage was a bit much, but given the mood, I let it slide.
"Eunhwi-ya. Go lower."
"Mmmnnn... don't wanna... Tcheup. Heum."
She kissed me like she was trying to suck my tongue out, like she wanted to leave my lips bruised and swollen.
"Hah... tickles..."
I slipped my hand inside her dress and teased her—tracing her sides and chest like I was trying to tickle her. When she flinched and pulled back for just a second, I tugged the dress down.
No matter how many times I see them, her breasts are truly magnificent. No bra, yet they still held their shape. Even now, more than twenty years since I first laid eyes on them, they remained just as soft. Time had been unusually kind.
"Hoo... hoo."
Before taking one in my mouth, I deliberately blew a stream of cool air across the space between her breasts, then over her nipples.
"Mmmnnn... stop... it tickles..."
She told me to stop, but the way her body trembled and shifted only made me want to torment her more.
"Hoo..."
"Sijun-ah..."
"...Hoo."
"Ah... Sijun-oppa... please..."
I hadn't said a word—just kept breathing warm air against her skin—and it had her changing the way she addressed me, suddenly begging. I hadn't meant to provoke that specific reaction; I'd just wanted to stimulate her. But the result turned out even better than expected.
Smack, smack, smoooch!
"Hahm! Tcheup... tcheup."
Where before I'd approached quietly to suckle her, this time I made noise on purpose, going at her chest enthusiastically.
"Hah-eut! Sijun-ah♥!"
She wrapped her arms tight around my head, pressing me into her breasts as if she wanted to flatten them against my face. I didn't resist. Just let her pull me in.
"Heum... tcheup."
"Hah-ahng! Ahng! Ahng! ♥"
Breathing in the scent of her skin, I stamped my mark everywhere—the upper curve, the sides, the underside—leaving no part unclaimed.
"Heuh-euk, heuh-euk..."
She must have climaxed lightly, because she threw her head back, her throat fully exposed.
On pure instinct, I nearly went for that slender neck to leave a mark there too, but I barely stopped myself. Instead I just pressed a light kiss there, then slid upward to capture her lips again.
"Tcheup... Sijun-ah..."
We tangled into a fierce kiss, and before I knew it, Noona's hand had found my cock, and mine had found her pussy.
"Hah-ung♥"
"Hah... Noona—no, Eunhwi-ya."