Date (8)
“……Mmm, haah.” Baek Seolah pulled Han Taeyang’s nape toward her and kissed him absentmindedly, her eyes fluttering dreamily. Well, not entirely absentmindedly. She was only pretending to be casual about it; her heart was pounding so hard inside her chest that it was almost embarrassing. In that moment, she found herself recalling a memory from the past—one she could never forget, though she wasn’t sure exactly when it had happened.
……When was it again? The first time she had pressed her lips to Lee Hyeonseong’s. She didn’t remember the exact date, but the emotions she had felt back then remained crystal clear. It had been awkward, embarrassing, shy, and ticklish all at once. Yet beneath it all was an overwhelming sense of happiness. Lee Hyeonseong had been just as flustered by that unbearably sweet first kiss. Baek Seolah still remembered how, barely ten seconds after their tongues had clumsily met, his pants had tented. The sight had been ridiculous, but also so fresh and adorable that she had giggled.
“Nng…… Heup.” But the person whose lips were now locked with hers wasn’t Lee Hyeonseong. It was Han Taeyang—the man she never would have imagined, let alone dared to picture, back then. Baek Seolah spread her legs a little wider to make it easier for him to push inside, then closed her eyes again and kissed him back. Whatever his intention or state of mind had been, Han Taeyang, who moments ago had wanted her to initiate the kiss, seemed satisfied with just that one.
“Chup, chyup, mmmh.” Soon the wet, sticky sound of their saliva mingling echoed lewdly across the bed. Han Taeyang’s condom-covered length was already pressed against her entrance. Baek Seolah swallowed dryly at the sight of that thick, long shaft—so different from Lee Hyeonseong’s—while the taste of his saliva still lingered on her tongue.
‘……It’s not like I’ve never seen it before, so why does my stomach always start trembling every time I look at it……?’
She muttered the line under her breath—the kind of line that would have made Lee Hyeonseong burst into tears if he’d heard it. She had already taken him inside once, and had given him handjobs and blowjobs countless times, yet she still couldn’t get used to it. Was it because he was just that big? Or because she hadn’t been “pounded” by him enough times compared to Lee Hyeonseong……?
“……Hng, ah.”
Thrust— Just as the thought crossed her mind, she felt Han Taeyang’s cock finally push into her. A reflexive moan escaped her lips, already thick with feminine allure and coquettishness. This was only the beginning.
“Kkhh?! Heuk……!” Before long, Han Taeyang drove deep inside her with a firm thrust. Baek Seolah had to throw her head back, her expression turning unmistakably lascivious. She had taken this same thing once before and still vividly remembered how completely it had filled her.
‘S-something…… feels different……’ Yet the pleasure crashing into her now was even more intense and vivid than before. Her eyes trembled. There were differences, of course. She had been drinking tonight; heat already coursed through her entire body. That had to be part of it. Or perhaps because they had gone as far as kissing this time, adding a more emotional layer of excitement. She wanted to deny it, but—
‘……Ah, I can’t. It feels too good.’
This pleasure was far too overwhelming to be endured by any sense of loyalty to Lee Hyeonseong. When it came to sex, Han Taeyang completely surpassed Lee Hyeonseong in every way. Even without the extra factors tonight, it had already been difficult to maintain her inner loyalty through self-suggestion. Now there were additional elements at play. She could lie to others, but not to herself. Baek Seolah felt that truth deep in her bones.
Plap! “Huk, hyaa, ang! Ung……!” She clenched her inner walls around the shaft buried deep inside her and exhaled hot, feverish breaths. Yes—she couldn’t deny it. There was nothing about tonight that she could deny. She had already accepted the pleasure that came from sex. Han Taeyang was simply that good at handling a woman’s body. That part was easy to admit because it was true. What she truly needed to confront wasn’t the sex itself, but the kiss. Not the act of intercourse, but the act of kissing.
If she had truly hated it, she would have shoved him away the moment he kissed her—maybe even kicked him. At the very least, she would have expressed her displeasure far more firmly than usual. But reality had been different. Baek Seolah’s response hadn’t been outright rejection or timid resistance. It had been quiet, obedient acceptance. Aside from the brief moment of surprise, she hadn’t felt any real displeasure. In other words, it had felt good.
‘I’m actually insane. A total crazy bitch.’
Baek Seolah was forced to accept the bitter truth she had been trying to avoid. Was this what it felt like to swallow poison that was good for the body? She wasn’t even sure anymore. It had become difficult to tell whether this was poison or medicine. Her face was flushed so red it looked ready to burst at the slightest touch, and the breaths escaping her lips had already turned into shameless moans. In that state, Baek Seolah had no choice but to admit that she had achieved the true purpose of today’s date—the reason it had even begun.
She now knew exactly what feelings she harbored for Han Taeyang. She understood how she truly thought of him. And if that unpleasant premonition turned out to be correct, she would have to face whether the “feelings” she held for him could even compare to what she felt for Lee Hyeonseong…… At least for the last question, she still didn’t have an answer. But what about the first two?
Baek Seolah squeezed her eyes shut. ‘……I……’
The alcohol had mostly worn off by now; she couldn’t blame it. There was no room left for excuses. Lee Hyeonseong had allowed it, or it had been his wish, so she had only kissed him……? All of that was just cowardly justification. She had been the one to bring up kissing first. Lee Hyeonseong had merely agreed enthusiastically. Even if he had asked her to kiss Han Taeyang, if her heart had truly been against it, she would have reacted somehow the moment their lips met—whether by frowning, feeling disgusted inside, or at least having her excitement instantly deflate. If she had disliked Han Taeyang, her honest reaction would have come out regardless of her boyfriend’s request.
‘……I…… Han Taeyang……’
Since she had actively responded to his kiss, there was no longer any escape or rationalization left. The only choice remaining was to accept the truth. If it had only been sex, she could have said she couldn’t help it because it felt good. But the moment she had gladly accepted the kiss as well, the game was already over. The excuse that only her body had been taken while her heart still belonged to Lee Hyeonseong was no longer possible.
“Hek, eut……” Baek Seolah let out a small, trembling smile from one corner of her lips, savoring both the physical pleasure and the strangely thrilling sense of immorality that pained her conscience. Still wearing that expression, she looked up at the man whose cock was buried inside her with the most affectionate gaze and thought, ‘Han Taeyang…… Han Taeyang, hng, ah. Han Taeyang, Han TaeyangHan TaeyangHan TaeyangHan TaeyangHan Taeyang……’
Perhaps the day she would come to like this man was not far away at all. Or perhaps it had already—
*****
Creak, creak…… “……Hoo, haah.” Listening to the slow creaking of the bed frame, I gently tugged at the cute little roll of belly fat peeking out from Baek Seolah’s side. She was generally quite slim, but in this position, some folding was inevitable. Lucky me.
“Hup, yaa. What…… are you doing……?”
“……Can’t you tell? I’m touching your belly.”
“Hng, I…… wasn’t asking that.”
Baek Seolah had both arms raised to cover her face, only peeking out with her eyes to glare at me. She still didn’t seem to like me kneading her stomach, her expression full of displeasure. But the fact that she wasn’t actively swatting my hands away was already a huge improvement. I continued to shamelessly fondle her belly with both hands and spoke again.
“Baek Seolah.”
“……Ugh, what.”
I had been thrusting for quite a while, so I figured I should calm myself down a bit while also addressing something that had been bothering me. I looked straight at Baek Seolah, who was still glaring at me with clear dissatisfaction, and asked, “Why are you so quiet today? Normally you’d be saying something by now.”
“……What?”
Her attitude today had been unusually docile. Her face still flushed and her moans still flowed whenever I stimulated her, but she seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking at me and holding back her cries. ‘It’s like she can’t focus properly.’ There was no concrete proof, but plenty of subtle circumstantial evidence. That was why I had asked her directly without beating around the bush.
“No, what are you suddenly talking about……”
Baek Seolah lowered the arms that had been covering her face and exposing her armpits, then looked like she was about to argue before—
“……”
“Baek Seolah?”
She seemed to change her mind mid-thought. Closing her half-open mouth again, she pondered for a moment before letting out a strangely resigned sigh. “Haa…… You really do notice the weirdest things.”
“What do you mean?”
It was a rather dumbfounded reaction on my part. But Baek Seolah paid no mind to my dry laugh and merely twitched her eyebrows slightly. Her expression looked more serious and complicated than I had expected. I paused as well, and she continued, “It’s nothing. I just have some things I need to think about alone. I guess it showed on my face……”
I tilted my head. “Things to think about? What kind of things?”
But— “Yeah. I’m not telling you.”
“What?”
Baek Seolah cut off my question cleanly. She let out a small laugh and flipped me the middle finger with an oddly more lovable expression than usual. ……I wasn’t sure if “lovable” and flipping someone off could coexist, but that was the feeling. She smiled with a complicated look that somehow seemed both pleased and displeased at the same time.
“Why would I tell you? It’s because of you. My head’s already a mess, so don’t make it worse and just do your job. You’re just a living dildo, after all……”
“……Huh?”
“Yeah, hup. Just fuck me properly. I’ll get my emotional comfort from my boyfriend later.”
“……”
She even added a line that felt unusually spiteful and annoying compared to her usual self. Rather than feeling offended, I simply tilted my head in greater confusion. ‘Why is she suddenly acting up again?’ Just moments ago she had been serving me so well and moaning so sweetly when I put it in. Why was she being so sharp-tongued now? And she had even deliberately brought up Lee Hyeonseong, her gaze clearly carrying some intent. Whether that intent was to provoke me or not, I honestly wasn’t sure. ‘Not like it affects me anyway.’ If that had been her goal, she had miscalculated. I wasn’t going to suddenly feel displeased about it now. I had never once thought I could take Lee Hyeonseong’s place. That remained true even now, when I was determined to steal Baek Seolah away and make her mine. Lee Hyeonseong had his own style, and I had mine. Even if I successfully took her from him, that wouldn’t change. I would treat Baek Seolah only in my own way. Besides, since I had decided to walk a different path from the original Han Taeyang, there could be no coercion of any kind in the process of stealing her. Naturally, that meant more effort and time would be required. To be honest, I couldn’t even guarantee 100% success…… Anyway, I wasn’t so lacking in patience that I couldn’t endure the sight of Baek Seolah being affectionate with Lee Hyeonseong, so those words really didn’t bother me.
“……You’re not upset?”
“?”
What happened next was truly absurd. When I responded so calmly, it was Baek Seolah who started glancing at me nervously. She fidgeted with her fingertips, looking like she felt guilty after saying it herself. ‘Look at her.’ I considered putting on a slightly offended act for a moment, but then— “……Nah, not really.” I decided to just answer honestly. I reached out and gently stroked her sweat-dampened silver-white hair. “I am a little curious, though. Why is my cute sex partner suddenly sulking again?”
“……Eut, I’m not sulking……”
“Not sulking? Your face says otherwise.”
I laughed and playfully messed up her hair again. Baek Seolah let out a short “Kyaa!” and quickly covered the top of her head. I pulled my hand away before she could hit me and grinned mischievously. “Baekselgi, I know you don’t like me that much, but there’s a reason the saying ‘body chemistry’ exists, you know?”
“W-what?”
“Honestly, I think we’ve gotten pretty close compared to last year. At least close enough to share small worries in bed.”
“……”
Baek Seolah, who had been watching me warily while protecting her bangs, pressed her lips together tightly at that point. A clear look of conflict appeared in her eyes. I added at the right moment, “I’m not forcing you, but you did say it was because of me earlier. If I did something wrong, tell me honestly. If I need to apologize, I will.”
“……No!”
“Hm?”
And on that point, she answered immediately. The moment I finished speaking seriously, Baek Seolah hurriedly raised her voice and grabbed my hand. Or rather—whether she intended it or not—she interlaced her fingers with mine like lovers would. She flinched a beat late, her face turning red, but even so, she didn’t pull her hand away and muttered weakly, “Y-you didn’t do anything wrong…… I was just saying whatever earlier. If anything, I’m the problem here, so……”
“……What the hell are you talking about? Speak clearly.”
“I-I mean, that is……”
From my perspective, it was a jumbled mess of words that sounded more like self-pitying muttering than anything coherent. She mumbled and rambled. In the end, I still couldn’t understand what she wanted to say, but I waited patiently with our hands still linked. “……Ah, haah. So, what I’m saying is……”
Baek Seolah finally squeezed her eyes shut as if organizing her words, then reluctantly made her request. “Just…… you know? I have a lot on my mind right now, but there are all sorts of reasons I can’t tell you about it yet, so I can’t talk about it.”
“……”
“I-instead, I’ll definitely tell you properly later, so for today…… just do what you’re good at……”
I raised one eyebrow. “What I’m good at?”
“……Yeah.”
Baek Seolah squeezed my hand so tightly that my fingers were starting to go numb, her embarrassment obvious. Then, with her face flushed bright red, she rolled her eyes to avoid my gaze and said, “H-hold me tight…… and fuck me hard……”
“──.”
Even though there was no real danger, that single line sent my rationality flying far away. I felt a strong surge of emotion and my eyes trembled for a moment before I quickly pulled myself together and thought, ‘……This Baek Seolah girl.’ I had only thought of her as a magic genius until now…… Maybe she was also a genius when it came to being a woman. “Ha, Han Taeyang? S-say something……”
“……”
It was an honest assessment of the situation and the moment. The line had that much destructive power. My brief hesitation didn’t last long, as expected. I answered shortly, “Sure.”
“……H-huh? What? Hyak?!”
Thrust—! Just as Baek Seolah had said, this was something I was good at. There was no reason not to do it. I immediately pulled her into a tight embrace and drove my cock even deeper into her pussy. I didn’t know exactly what she was worrying about. But I hoped that sex with me could at least ease some of her inner turmoil.