Jealous... (5)
It wasn't that communication with Mom had completely broken down. I'd occasionally chat with her while she lounged in bed all weekend, filling in for Dad who was always working hard—even on weekends—and heading to the office.
"Women are beings who instinctively crave men's attention and love."
The daughter's probing questions, unable to understand her mother. The mother's response.
"I didn't know when I was young. Especially not at your age, when my beauty was at its peak. I thought it would always stay the same. But looking back now, it's so regrettable."
Mom's answer, stretching out like an excuse.
"It might seem tacky at first glance. Others might not understand. But I just don't want to miss out on my life like this. I still want to be noticed."
A response I still couldn't comprehend.
"Your dad? Hmm... I like him. We were happy for a while, especially after having you. It's true."
An answer that offered no comfort at all.
"But my youth and looks faded away. I was depressed for a long time after that. So I started taking care of myself. And I wanted people to look at the me I'd groomed. If that hurt you, I'm sorry. But try to understand. At least this mom will never cheat."
The daughter could only listen.
"You'll understand someday too. How hollow that attention poured on me was. The reality that it can shift to someone else at any moment."
Mom looked straight at her daughter and smiled.
"What about you? With that beautiful figure like your mom's, are you fully satisfied with it as is? But will others always only look at you? What if the guys showering you with attention turn their eyes elsewhere—what will you do then?"
Even in that moment, the daughter couldn't understand her mother's words.
And click.
Yu-ri raised her phone, adjusted the angle, and started taking selfies.
"This should be..."
There had been a time when men's stares traumatized her. It was rebellion against her mom, and a lesson in what not to do. She was pretty, but she was also smart, got good grades, and went to a top university. She was no foolish girl hanging her life on men's attention.
But "at least that guy..."
After orientation, the guy who pretended not to know her even when he saw her. His indifference had boiled her blood countless times, making her seethe. The thought of what if I got his attention led to these photos.
The pictures now saved on her phone had already been shared with him.
"Not enough."
Click.
And so Yu-ri began shedding her layers. Clothes and inhibitions alike.
****
"What the hell... is this?"
He'd followed the link to the Fitness Gallery board. One post there was already exploding with comments.
Of course, unlike the super provocative "noona" comments meant to hype things up, the photos weren't that explicit. Just a string bikini. And a fishnet mesh draped over her shoulders.
But reactions vary depending on who wears it. Her pale skin, slim waist. The firm, perky swell of her huge tits. Wide hips flowing into elegant leg lines—a golden-ratio body that naturally drew cheers.
And "no face mosaic?"
Yu-ri, who'd always mosaicked her face before, was now wearing a mask that exposed her eyes. The big mask covered her nose too, and she'd changed her long straight hair to a ponytail style, so it didn't scream "her" at first glance. But eagle eyes would spot it.
Even with the mask, her eye shape hinted at her stunning beauty, making people freak out.
"Fuck my life."
Even my name got dragged in. Them chattering among themselves on Fitness Gallery was one thing, but the real issue was those eyes, crystal clear in such a blatant photo.
"No fucking way. She's not prepping for Waterbomb or some shit—sudden bikini out of nowhere. And showing her eyes? These pics spreading everywhere is just a matter of time."
Her previous outfits were sexy enough to hook guys, but stayed within gallery bounds. But exposing those gorgeous eyes and body like this? Prime for spreading to other sites.
Of course, there were anti-copy features and a "no repost" tag. But dedicated creeps could snag them anytime.
"If these hit the streets, it'll pinpoint her in no time."
Once our school's students saw these, rumors would fly from "maybe Yu-ri?" to "definitely Yu-ri" in seconds.
And the username ‘MyLoveSH’.
"I'm fucking dead. Lee Hyun got lesbian rumors in under a day—this'll be all over ETA in half a day. Fuck, what the hell is she thinking?"
I fired off a KakaoTalk message without hesitation.
Too panicked for DMs—in too deep to waste time.
Yu-ri replied instantly.
"Fuck, that's not the issue."
Honestly? Hot as hell. I'd seen and touched her secret spots already, but still hot. Like flipping on the lights mid-foreplay in the dark to admire her body.
I'm no NTR fan. No kink in showing off my girl or imagining other dudes peeking. Normal guy—teeth grinding at the thought.
Yet I was rock hard because...
Being the guy all these dudes envied. And my name abbreviated in her nick, like her staking claim publicly with pics from a babe like Yu-ri.
"Fuck, gonna lose it."
Excitement surging uncontrollably. Couldn't stand from the cafe—dick throbbing huge.
Gulp.
Trembling hands typing to Yu-ri.
"Fuck it now."
I chugged my coffee, trying to calm my dick. No way to move like this.
****
"Hah... hah... fuck..."
"Ah, haaah!"
Even burning with lust, I'd planned to at least ask why. Probe the story, hear her out.
But this dank storage room—our unspoken hookup spot—was no place for civilized talk.
Yu-ri, waiting for me, outer clothes slipped off her shoulders, seductively lit the dark.
My reason snapped.
I yanked off her bra, bit into her pink areola. Frantically hiked down her skirt zipper.
"Hah... fuck, putting it all out there... so goddamn slutty..."
"Haaa, so please... me already..."
Writhing under my touch, she clung to my face, begging.
She mashed her lips to mine.
"Mmmph... smooch smooch smooch."
"Hmph mmmph."
Soft tongue feel. Her crushing embrace.
I gripped her tits hard—veins bulging—tonguing wildly. Her breast flesh obscenely spilled between my fingers. Hard nipple tickling my palm.
You watching, gym rats and gallery lurkers? Fuck, the girl you jerked to—the one's kissing me, stripping, shoving her tits in my face.
Head exploding with excitement, I kneaded her tits freely.
Slurp, smack smack.
Her tongue cheered my hands, licking and sucking my tongue and lips wildly.
"Mmmph... smooch smooch."
"Hah hah hah."
Lust killing my patience, I rushed to strip her skirt.
Skirt felt natural on her now—she wore one today. Like she planned this, side-slit skirt slid off easy post-zipper.
And then her move.
Smooth—she grabbed my wrist from her tit, guided it to her panties.
"Hah hah hah."
Like no more teasing, don't hesitate. She shoved my hand to her pussy.
Thin string panties.
Gulp. Crossing the line today...
We'd pushed for a weekend 1N2D motel, holding back till then. Could motel any time, but wanted first night special—plus unleash pent-up lust all day alone.
Her sending nudes, stripping bare, offering anywhere—figured she'd take any dirty desire.
But Yu-ri, tired of waiting, went aggressive.
"Fuck, should've just motelled this weekend."
Cheap motel beats this construction-site vibe.
But we were both gone—self-control lost.
Drip drip—her spread legs slick with juices.
My fingering hand felt soaked—not light arousal.
"Haaa, I'm fine, more, more..."
We'd swapped risky chats and pics via DMs, but face-to-face she was quiet—now begging.
"Haaah, slurrrp."
Slurp slurp—panting at my pussy touch, sucking my saliva long from my tongue. A seductress beyond beautiful to make one's body shiver.
Dizzy, I hugged her tight, then pulled back resolute, facing her.
"Can't hold back. Might regret. Plus you right now..."
Implied heavy, sincere—she'd get it.
My cock screamed hard. Wanted control, but her clinging and kissing? Impossible.
Even bold Yumi-senior's wild sex I'd adapted to—but cold beauty Yu-ri clinging? No resisting.
But seeing her face, I shut up fast.
Radiant smile. Eyes lighting the dark like day, now seductively parted lips, hand to my pants.
She overlapped our faces—her hot pants in my ear.
"Haa, hurry... just like that..."
Seductive smile, fumbling my waistband.
Pop. Tug.
Unbuttoned pants, hand in panties.
Before, she'd respond to my lead. Today? Urging, hands and tongue active.
Slide.
Her hand in my panties caressed my hot rod—cock shoved aside fabric, rearing majestic.
"Haa..."
Her eyes glued sticky, staring openly.
Precum dripping from hot slit showed my horniness and restraint.
She eyed it hot, then slowly knelt.
Anticipating, I swallowed, gripped her hair.
My towering cock, seductively parted lips as she knelt, staring.
Her mouth opened slow, body leaning—eyes squeezed shut.
"Aaaahhhmmm."
Wet sticky feel. Smooth lumpy tongue. Gentle wrap around shaft—shivers up my spine.
My reason numbed.