A Morning in Korea
‘Is this a dream…?’
Ryu Ji-hye thought, gazing at Ryu Ha-neul sleeping soundly beside her. And if this were only a dream, she prayed it would never end.
But Ryu Ha-neul’s face was far too vivid, and the bodies pressed together felt warm and soft. The situation itself seemed to whisper that this was reality.
Moreover, the lingering soreness in Ryu Ha-neul’s arm from being struck, the damp blanket beneath them, and the ache in Ryu Ha-neul’s backside from the final act all confirmed it.
She wasn’t the type to enjoy being spanked, yet the sight of Ryu Ha-neul on all fours, taking her palm across that firm rear, stirred her far more than she expected.
‘…To think Ryu Ha-neul had such a preference.’
Ryu Ha-neul’s sleeping face, cheeks flushed and nose occasionally twitching, truly resembled an angel. Yet an innocent, pure-looking Ryu Ha-neul possessing a taste for spanking her own backside… the world truly contained mysteries even its inhabitants didn’t fully understand.
In this world, spanking a woman’s rear was hardly common. Especially after completing five acts in under five hours.
Generally, men here possessed modest libidos; once would suffice. Ryu Ji-hye had learned this from countless media she consumed since adolescence, so before waking Ryu Ha-neul, she first sought consent.
Even among videos, such intense, rapid encounters were rare. Could only elite AV performers manage it?
Thus Ryu Ji-hye felt quietly proud and satisfied.
It marked her first time, yet her skill had pleased Ryu Ha-neul, who truly loved her—allowing five acts to occur.
In truth, Ryu Ha-neul’s naturally superior libido had awakened, but Ryu Ji-hye would never learn this truth in her lifetime. She felt capable of anything in this world.
Seeing Ryu Ha-neul sweetly explain the knowledge she possessed and repeatedly ask if she felt good only deepened Ryu Ji-hye’s satisfaction.
On the third attempt, excitement blurred her memory, yet Ryu Ha-neul had surely been pleased.
But that was enough. Soon it was time to tidy up. Ryu Ha-neul’s father would return home at five.
The clock read 4:20.
‘Had I set the alarm for 4:30?’
Almost five hours had passed since their first union. They had spent the intense period until four, after which Ryu Ha-neul requested only thirty minutes of rest before setting the alarm and drifting off. Comparing her own inability to sleep amid the vivid memories to Ryu Ha-neul’s easy slumber, Ryu Ji-hye realized Ryu Ha-neul truly was a man.
‘I heard men tire easily after just one time… yet five in succession.’
How good must she have felt to manage five rounds? Ryu Ji-hye gently stroked Ryu Ha-neul’s sleeping face.
She wanted to remain like this forever with Ryu Ha-neul’s arms wrapped around her, yet she dreaded her father discovering the truth. Especially Ryu Ji-hye, her own mother. If Ryu Ji-hye learned of it, she would surely kill her.
She carefully removed the arm Ryu Ha-neul rested her head upon. The furrowed brows looked almost endearing, but preparation was necessary.
Various fluids and blood stained the blanket. First, how to handle this… but touching the blanket while Ryu Ha-neul slept seemed difficult.
‘Should I shower first…?’
Her body already overflowed with Ryu Ha-neul, leaving an uneasy sensation. She refused to wear underwear in this state, so Ryu Ji-hye rose and gathered the scattered garments from the floor.
A dull throb echoed from below. Was this the pain of a first experience?
‘Trouble for tomorrow’s training.’
Ryu Ji-hye prayed the discomfort would vanish by tomorrow and headed toward the scattered clothes. As she gathered them, she noticed the condom she had prepared but ultimately never used.
She hadn’t thought to use it during the act, so she never put it on…
‘…No chance of pregnancy?’
Quickly calculating her cycle, Ryu Ji-hye exhaled in relief. Today fell safely within her safe window. Having Ryu Ha-neul’s child would be wonderful, yet she still wished to focus on soccer as Ryu Ha-neul’s teammate.
‘Still, I should buy medicine just in case.’
Recalling the club’s taught precautions, Ryu Ji-hye headed to the bathroom while mentally rehearsing. She washed her sweat-soaked body and the traces of Ryu Ha-neul inside with careful precision, avoiding wetting her hair.
After thoroughly cleaning the drain, Ryu Ji-hye stepped out and entered the room. The sticky, lewd scent immediately filled her nostrils, and Ryu Ha-neul’s figure appeared as she rose to the alarm. The stimulating aroma and pure flesh revived memories of that heaven, yet Ryu Ji-hye endured with superhuman patience.
“Already awake?”
Ryu Ha-neul, seeing her, asked.
“More like… I was just resting.”
“Did it feel that good? Couldn’t sleep at all?”
Perhaps because of that. The sentence trailed off into awkwardness, yet Ryu Ha-neul greeted her with her usual playful expression and tone.
Seeing Ryu Ha-neul’s reaction eased Ryu Ji-hye’s worry. There would be no awkwardness—only the usual teasing added with something lewd.
“Ha-neul, you seemed to enjoy it too. Snoring with your nose.”
“Me? Snoring with my nose?”
“Yeah. Did I do well?”
Ryu Ha-neul let out a soft laugh. What did that laugh mean? Satisfaction? If Ryu Ji-hye had understood the smile’s true meaning, she would have covered the blanket until her last breath. Luckily, Ryu Ji-hye possessed no such mind-reading ability.
“Then, shall I tidy up a bit? First, the blanket.”
Ryu Ha-neul rose from the bed. Unlike before, Ryu Ha-neul’s form appeared slightly smaller. Even after such intense mixing, why the shyness? And why did her lower abdomen still throb after five acts?
If possible, she wanted to clean Ryu Ha-neul’s body herself and relive that heaven once more.
But soon Ryu Ha-neul’s father would return. Ryu Ji-hye swallowed her regret.
“Still not satisfied, Ji-hye?”
Noticing her mood, Ryu Ha-neul asked subtly. That suggestive look made Ryu Ji-hye’s underwear feel damp again.
“…A little.”
She gave an ambiguous reply, but Ryu Ha-neul shook her head firmly.
“No. Father will arrive soon.”
“Ugh… then there’s no choice.”
Ryu Ha-neul, still naked, slipped into a white inner shirt, hiding her body. The sight stirred regret, yet the slightly oversized shirt modestly covering her lower half didn’t seem entirely bad.
“First, let’s clear the blanket. Ji-hye.”
“But, suddenly doing laundry for the blanket… won’t it seem strange?”
“It’s fine. Just say I spilled perfume. The issue is the pin… well, if it doesn’t work, say I had a nosebleed or something.”
Indeed, the blanket carried Ryu Ha-neul’s perfume scent, so Ryu Ha-neul’s father would likely think nothing of it.
Ryu Ha-neul opened the window. Cool air rushed in, gradually clearing the sticky atmosphere.
Ryu Ha-neul then lifted the blanket and bedsheet, carried them to the bathroom, and scrubbed the bloody areas vigorously with some unknown detergent. She loaded them into the washing machine and started the cycle.
The efficient movements briefly made Ryu Ji-hye wonder if Ryu Ha-neul had much female experience. Yet recalling Ryu Ha-neul’s obedient submission to her lead on the bed, such a possibility was nearly impossible. Ryu Ji-hye quickly erased the thought.
With Ryu Ha-neul’s hands, the room was swiftly tidied. The only evidence of the earlier events remained the scattered clothes on the floor.
“Then I’ll go shower.”
“Eh? Aren’t you taking the other underwear?”
“Changing underwear twice a day is weird. Besides, nothing is dirty.”
Too thorough… Had Ryu Ha-neul simulated this day like Ryu Ji-hye, running endless rehearsals? Ryu Ji-hye hoped so.
“Then, don’t just grab anything like before. Okay?”
“U, yeah.”
Ryu Ha-neul left the room, and the sound of the shower followed. Hearing it made Ryu Ji-hye’s body feel hot once more, yet this time she waited while idly touching her phone. The urge to brag about her night with Ryu Ha-neul to the world nearly overwhelmed her, but she barely restrained herself. Only five minutes after entering the bathroom did Ryu Ha-neul return.
“Hmm… neat. This should pass unnoticed. Just lay a fresh blanket and we’ll go.”
“Going?”
“Won’t you walk a bit, Ji-hye? Earlier you were limping… if you limp at home, your parents will notice everything?”
That was true. In fact, without her athletic training, this experience would leave her unable to walk for hours and possibly cause fainting and a full day of sleep.
“Then, while waiting for Father, shall we play at the playground?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
After destroying all evidence, Ryu Ha-neul—wearing a loose hoodie—walked around the playground with Ryu Ji-hye. Ryu Ha-neul’s father appeared.
“Father! You’re here?”
“Eh, Ha-neul! Dad came to pick you up?”
“Just playing outside and waiting because it’s time for Father to come.”
Ryu Ha-neul’s words brought a moved expression to Ryu Ha-neul’s father. No imagination that his son had done such things inside the house…. Ryu Ha-neul’s father was also a friend of the father, and he had once taught him Spanish when young, stirring a faint guilt.
Entering the house with Ryu Ha-neul’s father, Ryu Ji-hye felt relieved thanks to the ventilation. No strange scent lingered.
Only the washing machine continued its cycle with the blanket.
“Ha-neul, you washed the blanket?”
“Yes, because I spilled some perfume last night, the scent was vibrating.”
“Somehow, when I went to check if you were sleeping in the morning, the perfume scent was quite strong. But I didn’t tell Dad. I would have washed it when I came.”
“Ehh, I’ve lived alone for a few years. I can manage this much by myself.”
“Anyway, you grew up too fast.”
Watching Ryu Ha-neul and Ryu Ha-neul’s father converse once more stirred Ryu Ji-hye’s guilt.
But thanks to the thorough cleanup, no relationship was exposed. Not even when eating dinner together with Ryu Ji-hye, who returned home.
“Then, I’ll take Ryu Ji-hye home too. Mom, can I borrow the car?”
“Car…. You know how to drive, right, Ha-neul?”
“Ehh, you heard from Grandma. I drive well.”
Leaving the house without incident, getting into the car with Ryu Ha-neul, Ryu Ji-hye finally spoke, tension easing.
“…Didn’t get caught, right?”
“Yeah, seemed fine? If you noticed, it would have been chaos?”
“That may be… but Ha-neul….”
And Ryu Ji-hye prepared to reveal the words she had hidden in her heart. Originally she should have spoken first, but the timing had shifted. Still, she had to say it now.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“…Me too.”
She felt she could die content. But words remained unsaid. Though now cliché, there was one phrase she desperately wanted to hear from Ryu Ha-neul’s lips.
“Then, shall we start dating from today?”
Ryu Ha-neul would likely answer yes or nod shyly.
Ryu Ji-hye wanted to see that expression.
But…
“Hmm…. No.”
The words from Ryu Ha-neul’s mouth were nothing like expected.
What? Was she joking?
“Ji-hye.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you too, but I’m not sure I’m ready to date yet.”
What was this saying?
While stunned, information poured from Ryu Ha-neul’s mouth. She liked Ryu Ji-hye, but also liked Camila and Valentina, refusing to miss anyone.
“…Am I such a trash?”
“…Yeah.”
The fantastic memories of the first experience seemed to vanish.
The angel-like appearance of Ryu Ha-neul moments ago now looked demonic. A demon wearing an angel’s mask.
“If you hate this me, let’s just be friends from now on. Or, if I can’t even be friends, I’ll do that. Sorry, Ji-hye.”
Even though Ryu Ha-neul’s traces remained inside her, the words from Ryu Ha-neul’s mouth were utterly different from her dreams.
Yet she didn’t want to distance herself further from Ryu Ha-neul—whether as friends or otherwise. The experience with Ryu Ha-neul had already transformed her body and mind completely.
“Ji-hye, even this me, can you love me?”
Such a trashy, demonic word.
But…
“…Yeah. I’ll do that.”
…Ryu Ji-hye felt she could never escape this demon wearing an angel’s mask.
“…But, I was your first, right?”
“…Yeah.”
Even with one word, the feeling of falling into hell eased slightly. Perhaps the thought that she could never escape this demon forever…