I Like You, Seon-ah
After watching the movie together, we headed back to my house for a simple after-party. Han-na gripped my hand tightly the whole way for no apparent reason as we stopped by a convenience store, grabbed some alcohol and snacks, and strolled slowly along the glittering night streets.
“That female lead is seriously frustrating, isn’t she? If it were me, I would’ve ditched that male lead on the spot and gotten together with the sub female lead right next to her.”
“Ahaha… Well, it is a typical romance movie…. They always fight like that, then make up and end up together, right….”
“I’m just saying, if it were me. If it were me.”
Yet every time I crossed my legs to take a step, the thick anal plug stretching my insides squeezed even tighter. On top of that, the sheer blouse I wore made the sports bra underneath completely visible, the heart-shaped nipple piercings blatantly protruding through the fabric along with the curves of my breasts. A thick fog of molten pleasure clouded my mind, sending my body into heat on its own. My steps grew unintentionally seductive, soft heated breaths slipping from my lips. Still, I did everything I could to act normal so Han-na wouldn’t notice my lewd state, forcing myself to keep the conversation going.
“A-anyway, what are you doing this weekend, Han-na…? Eun-jung and I won’t be around—we’re going on a trip.”
“Oh, now that you mention it, your class is heading to Eun-jung’s beach house the day after tomorrow, right?”
Successfully diverting her attention, I let out a small internal sigh of relief and tried to suppress the boiling pleasure rising from my lower body as I answered.
“Yeah. That’s why I was supposed to buy a swimsuit today… Ah.”
“…? You didn’t buy one, did you?”
“……Guess not.”
I must have lost my mind. I clearly said I’d buy one before we left, but between the date and all the… naughty things that happened, I’d completely forgotten. I’d just let Han-na drag me around all day until the sun went down.
Tomorrow I’d have to pack, so going shopping then seemed impossible. As I frowned in thought, Han-na tugged at my hand.
“Want to hit the mall now? It should still be open.”
“…No, it’s fine. I’ll just wear the Academy swimsuit.”
“But still…”
“Besides, we’re already carrying the alcohol and snacks. And I’m not that interested in dressing up anyway.”
The truth was, the idea of showing up to a group beach trip wearing a plain navy one-piece while everyone else wore cute bikinis made me hesitate more than I cared to admit—even someone as clueless about feminine charm as me. But whatever. From a guy’s perspective, maybe the Academy swimsuit was more in demand? Since we’d be at a private beach with just our group, there wouldn’t be any men around to see me anyway. I pushed the thought aside.
Noticing my slightly downcast mood, Han-na watched me carefully. I flashed her a bright smile to show I was okay, then hurried home, suddenly craving the taste of alcohol.
“…This is so good. You should have some too, Han-na…”
“I’m full… But since you’re offering, maybe I will…”
“Hehe, then open wide. I’ll feed you…”
Han-na’s face was flushed bright red from all the drinks. I fished out a long piece of fish cake from the spicy stew and held it to her lips. Without using her hands, she chewed messily while I kept supporting each piece with chopsticks. I blinked slowly, over and over, like an idiot.
I wasn’t sleepy, but my head felt incredibly heavy. Even though I could see and hear everything, the information seemed to process slowly in my brain. Maybe I’d drunk more than I thought. I shook my head to clear the fog, then spoke to Han-na, who had already finished the fish cake.
“How is it? Good? Want another one?”
“Mmm…”
“…Huh? W-whoa…!”
Suddenly Han-na tilted toward me and collapsed right on top of me. I caught her in my arms so she wouldn’t get hurt, even as I fell with her.
“Hngh… Han-na, are you okay…?”
“…”
Luckily she’d leaned slowly, and there was a cushion beside us, so neither of us got hurt. But why wasn’t she saying anything…?
“…I like you.”
The quiet words that suddenly rose from within my embrace froze me in place. I struggled to make my alcohol-addled brain work, trying to figure out what she meant. L-like me? As a friend? It couldn’t mean she liked me that way… right? But if it was just as a friend, why say it in this kind of atmosphere? The silence after her confession made everything feel incredibly strange. Her behavior was making me tense up too…
Maybe it was just a drunken slip. I should pretend I didn’t hear it, wait until she sobered up, and then ask. Yeah, that was the smart move.
“W-what did you say…? I think I misheard…”
“I like you, Seon-ah.”
Han-na looked at me with perfectly clear eyes, as if she hadn’t touched a drop. Her words struck me like a nail driven straight through my skull. My mind went completely blank.
Han-na… liked me? That Kim Han-na?
“Uh, um… Ah…”
…Truthfully, it wasn’t as if I had never harbored personal feelings for my friends. Honestly… as a guy, spending so much time with Eun-jung and Han-na meant I’d felt those emotions more than anyone. Like when Eun-jung looked up at me with that bright smile, or after she sang her heart out at the karaoke room and grinned at me asking how she did. Or when she teased me for my lack of feminine common sense but gently guided me in the right direction so I wouldn’t draw weird comments from others.
Han-na was the same. When random guys tried to hit on us, she’d step forward and chase them off. When we walked along the street, she always took the side closer to the road. When we ate together, she’d secretly give me the best pieces. Every time I felt her thoughtful consideration and care, my heart would flutter and I could barely look at her face.
…There was a time when I felt that way.
But for someone like me—who had to live as a woman with no promise of ever returning to my original world—those kinds of thoughts were no help at all in adapting to this life. Once I realized that, I gave up both my lingering affection for them and my identity as a man, choosing to live fully as Lee Seon-ah.
That was supposed to be me. That was who I had become.
“…If you don’t like it, push me away.”
Whether from the alcohol or something else, Han-na’s face burned an intense shade of red as she slowly leaned closer. Her moist lips inched forward, drawing nearer by the second. If this continued, we would kiss. Not the casual, friendly kind we usually shared, but a clearly romantic, sexual kiss filled with intent.
For me, someone trying to live as an ordinary woman, this was a kiss I absolutely had to avoid. I should brush it off like it was nothing, tease her for drinking too much, tell her to go to sleep, and then pretend I never noticed her feelings, letting the moment fade away. That was what I should do…
“…Chu.”
Han-na’s hot, incredibly soft lips pressed firmly against my trembling ones. Unlike our usual friendly kisses, she didn’t use her tongue—this was a kiss with just our lips. Physically speaking, our usual kisses were far lewder, but emotionally, with our lips pressed together like this, the kiss I shared with Han-na felt dozens of times more erotic and heart-pounding than anything I’d experienced before.
“Haa… haa…”
We held each other for a long while, quietly pressing our lips together with the sound of the air conditioner in the background. Then, as if by unspoken agreement, we parted and gasped for the breath we had been holding. Normally when we kissed, we mixed our tongues wildly but still managed to breathe. This time, I had completely forgotten about breathing, lost in the kiss. Or maybe “lost” wasn’t the right word. We had simply pressed our lips together tightly, yet when I came to my senses, a surprising amount of time had already passed.
“Huu… huu…”
Right above my face, Han-na’s flushed cheeks looked incredibly red as she panted roughly. I wondered if my own face looked just as red to her. It was only one kiss, yet my entire body burned so fiercely I felt like I might explode. So we really shouldn’t kiss again…
Breathing hard, we stared dazedly at each other. Then, as if drawn by the same impulse, we wrapped our arms around each other’s necks and pressed our lips together once more.
“Mmmh… chu, chuu… slurp, chuu… chuuup…”
“…Open your lips.”
“Ah— hngh. Chu, chuuu… haum… chu, chuu…”
The sensation of Han-na’s plush lips and the slippery feel of her tongue sliding across the sensitive membranes inside my mouth made my already hazy mind float even higher. Her scorching body heat against mine, her slender waist wrapped between my legs, her large breasts squishing against my chest, her delicate nape cradled in my arms—my head was empty of any thoughts, filled only with the feeling of her. It was as if my entire body was melting into softness like a marshmallow held before a roaring fire.
When the tingling sensations racing up my spine had come and gone several times, Han-na finally broke the kiss and slightly lifted her upper body.
“Haa, haa… ngh, haaauu…”
“Huu… huu…”
Between her arms braced on either side of my face, I could see Han-na’s burning gaze. Her eyes, her expression, every movement clearly signaled what would come after the kiss. As if telling me this was my last chance to run, I watched her hands slowly—ever so slowly—move toward my t-shirt. In response, I silently tightened my legs around her waist even more.