I Can No Longer Kiss You on the Lips Anymore
Cha Eun-jung's Side
Why did I end up like this? I was clearly the one who got excited watching Seon-ah fall into corruption… But after I serviced her for the first time today, I’ve started getting excited by the thought of myself breaking and collapsing.
…In the end, did it never matter who the one falling from grace was?
“Mmm…. Slurp, sluuuurp…♡ Haa…. Chup, chuup♡”
“Huuu… Ungh, huuuung…♡ Ah, haaung♡”
The feeling of my nipples being sucked hard and then licked with a wet flick sent sharp electric currents racing through my oversensitive buds and across my whole body. The pleasure kept stabbing into my brain, forcing shaky moans from my throat. When I looked down, I saw Seon-ah—her wild brown bob thoroughly tousled—easily cupping one of my breasts in a single hand, kneading it, while her lips deliciously sucked on the pink nipple of the other.
…No. That’s not quite right after all. Until I became enchanted by Seon-ah’s body, I had never once considered dragging anyone down like that.
Before entering the academy, I had seen plenty of high-society girls at the exclusive clubs my parents made me attend. There were minors secretly meeting popular male idols, and others who looked proper on the outside but were rotten with vanity, proudly bragging about throwing their weight around on the strength of their parents’ money. They were fools I could have crushed and sent spiraling into ruin without even needing my parents’ help if I’d felt like it.
Yet even as I watched them, I had never considered using their dirty little secrets against them to make them fall. So no, I wasn’t some sadistic pervert from the start.
That said… it was a little different. A few years ago I happened to come across photos of women exposing themselves outdoors, and something about them strangely drew me in. I found myself searching for more from time to time.
What on earth were they thinking, baring their naked bodies like that? If anyone they knew—even through several degrees of separation—ever found out they were walking around exposed, their social standing and entire lives could crash to the ground. And yet these women only hid their faces before uploading the photos to public SNS accounts, practically begging for vulgar, obscene comments.
The act of throwing the body they had so carefully cultivated to complete strangers as nothing but a sexual toy. Then, while fantasizing about the replies promising to ravage them however they wanted, they would soak themselves and masturbate furiously.
I couldn’t fully understand that mindset… but when I imagined myself in their place, I somehow felt a faint thrill. The excitement that the position I had painstakingly built could be smashed to the earth in a single moment. The immorality of my superior body—capable of making anyone who looked at me burn with open desire—being reduced to mere fap material for people scrolling through exposure accounts. And the sticky, invasive sensation of my body being overtaken by the dark lust excreted in the form of comments detailing every imaginable humiliation that had played out in their heads.
Perhaps I had been satisfying myself vicariously by watching Seon-ah grow aroused while experiencing those very feelings. In an elite academy full of soaring talents, Seon-ah stood at the absolute peak with both status and the ability to back it up. Maybe I had been projecting myself onto the sight of her vulgar downfall and growing excited.
“Mmm…. Eun-jung, what are you thinking about so hard?”
“Eh? Oh.”
No wonder my thoughts had been flowing so smoothly. At some point Seon-ah had finished tasting both my nipples and was now sucking on the soft skin of my upper breast, leaving kiss marks. She looked up at me with gentle eyes while I had been lost in thought.
“Ah, it’s nothing. I was just thinking how good your service feels.”
I couldn’t possibly tell her I had been wondering whether I had actually been a masochist all along.
“Hehe…. Just wait. I’ll service you even more…”
“No, Seon-ah. Come here. Let’s lie down together.”
“…?”
It did feel good to have her eagerly sucking on my small breasts, which looked almost cute compared to hers, and it would have been nice to let her lick and caress my body with care. But it was wrong for me—the one who should be serving her—to receive service instead. Besides, if service started being exchanged like favors, its meaning would fade.
“Up we go…”
Seon-ah lay down tightly beside me, her obscenely alluring figure pressing flush against my body. Naturally, she leaned in to kiss me.
“W-wait…!”
“Mmph.”
As I stared at her approaching red lips, a sudden thought flashed through my mind and I covered her mouth with my hand. Seon-ah licked my palm with clear displeasure at the interruption, but I could not give her my lips.
“I… I can no longer kiss you on the lips.”
I turned my face aside, cheeks burning so fiercely I thought they might burst. After all, how could I kiss Seon-ah’s clean, pure lips with the same mouth that had pressed against her cute pink anus and serviced it?
No matter how thoroughly you wash a rag, it remains a rag. My lips, no matter how clean I scrubbed them, were now nothing but vulgar lips meant to serve Seon-ah’s anus. Lips dedicated solely to her, existing only to service her body.
“If it’s a kiss you want, I’ll… do it down there. J-just wait a little…♡”
The thought of giving her the deep kiss she desired made me even more excited than when she had been sucking directly on my breasts. I began to slide down between her legs—
—only for Seon-ah to grab my half-raised body with a troubled expression and pull me back.
“No, you don’t have to kiss me there…. I’m embarrassed too…”
“…Okay.”
Her reactions had been incredible earlier, yet it seemed she still couldn’t completely shake off her shame. To be honest, I felt the same way, but the more embarrassing and humiliating it became, the hotter the flame burning in my chest grew, until my body trembled with uncontrollable excitement.
Swallowing my regret, I lay down beside her once more. Following the guidance of her arms, I buried my face between her large, soft breasts. Warm body heat enveloped my cheeks, and I could almost hear the steady thump-thump of her heartbeat beside my ear.
“…Hey, Seon-ah.”
“Yes?”
I lightly rubbed my lips against the swell of her upper breast before finally voicing the question I had been hesitating over.
“It would be nice if we could bring Han-na back, wouldn’t it?”
Kim Han-na's Side
“Haa…. My head hurts so bad I could die.”
Seon-ah had shut herself in the kitchen saying she would warm up some chicken, and I was changing the bedsheets while fiddling with my phone. I had asked on the off chance she might be afraid of facing Han-na, but although she said she was fine, the deep longing in her eyes was impossible to hide.
“…All right. Let’s do it.”
To be honest, I was extremely nervous. I kept worrying about what would happen if things went wrong… but the “Service Time” that Teacher Seong Mi-na and I had planned seemed to be working well, and after I serviced Seon-ah with my own mouth, her attitude had definitely become much gentler. Now was clearly the time to talk with Han-na.
Even if I couldn’t bring her back right away, we at least needed to return to a point where we could talk again.
I unlocked my phone and pressed the yellow messenger icon. At the very top of the contacts were Seon-ah and Han-na. Seon-ah’s profile picture was the dog photo Han-na and I had once sent her because it looked just like her. Han-na’s profile picture, true to form, was blank.
I tapped the profile pictures just in case there were any status messages, but of course there weren’t. Okay. Time to open the chat.
“……….”
What should I even write? Should I start with “I’m sorry”? No, suddenly throwing out an apology after staying silent all this time would sound insincere. How about “Let’s get back together”? That sounded like some propaganda slogan recruiting comrades. “Seon-ah still misses you”? That was decent, but it felt like something you’d send to estranged lovers trying to get them to reconcile.
Ah, seriously, what am I supposed to say?
I stayed like that—clutching my phone and groaning—until Seon-ah came back into the bedroom carrying warm chicken and cold beer.
It was deep into the night, almost dawn. I had just lain down to sleep when my phone suddenly buzzed with messenger alerts, lighting up the screen with someone’s messages.
I glanced over and saw it was Cha Eun-jung. She had tried contacting me several times before, but I had kept ignoring her. After that she seemed to have given up and gone quiet. For her to suddenly say she had something important to talk about… it had to be about Lee Seon-ah.
The constant typos—completely unlike her usual self—made a small laugh slip out of me. I wouldn’t have been able to laugh like this before, but that was all thanks to meeting Shin Ye-na recently.
“…I was planning to talk to her anyway. This works out perfectly.”
I still hadn’t come to a clear decision about what I should do, but hearing Eun-jung out might help me find some kind of answer. I picked up my phone and started tapping.
It didn’t take long for the “1” next to the messages to disappear, and Eun-jung’s reply came up.
Looking at it now, it really felt like we had gone back to the old days. I let out a small laugh at Eun-jung’s message, then quietly got up and took out the Polaroid photo I had carefully tucked away in the corner of my drawer.
It was one of the “friendship photos” Eun-jung had forced us to take even though I hated getting my picture taken and Seon-ah didn’t particularly care for it either. Seeing Seon-ah smiling brightly between Eun-jung and me sent a sharp ache rising from deep inside my chest.
“…Sleep well, Seon-ah.”
Her face in the photo—bright and sunny like the sun—was so different from the sad expression I had seen last. I gently stroked it with my thumb, then lightly pressed my lips to it. Holding the photo tightly against my beating heart with both hands, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.