Don't Regret This
Trimming the man's hair did not take long. His eyes, though, moved over Jiyeon's body as if they had hands. At first they swept up across her chest, checking whether she had gone without a bra again the way she had yesterday, then followed the line of her waist and closed, opened, closed again over the firm curve of her ass. They wanted to travel the long legs beneath her swaying skirt and slip inside it.
In that gaze Jiyeon remembered what she had forgotten. Through his eyes she realized there were no panties under her skirt, and her movements grew careful. If she let him see beneath it, she thought, something worse would follow than the hand he had already laid on her ass. She moved slowly, doing everything she could to keep the skirt from shifting. The fabric barely stirred, but the more she minded every motion, the more helplessly her heart raced, and between her legs she felt herself growing wet—slickness spilling the way water brims over from a trembling vibration.
Taehyung watched all of it without breathing. He wanted to run to Jiyeon's hair salon that very moment and see it with his own eyes, yet he couldn't bear to be the one who broke the fragile air belonging only to the two of them. Afraid that something would happen if he looked away even for a second, he stayed with their long, grinding standoff.
Jiyeon set the scissors down, lifted the neck duster, and brushed the loose hair away. Taehyung's mouth went dry. She took off the cutting cape. The man stood and started toward the shampoo room, and Taehyung's fingers shook.
A beat with a scratchy groove thudded through the salon. Thump. Thump. Even the bass from the cheap speaker set Jiyeon's heart pounding. Was it the music? The tension? Or a flutter of excitement? She told herself that if she only washed his hair, dried it, took the money, and sent him off, the whole thing would pass lightly, and she made up her mind to get through it one step at a time.
She walked into the shampoo room. The instant she turned behind the partition, she understood that the thought had been nothing but her own wish.
"Ma'am..."
He caught her arm and pulled her in against his chest. A man far younger than she was wrapped an arm around her waist and met her eyes. Her heart lurched and stopped her mouth.
"You're not wearing panties today, are you?"
He set his hand on her ass and said it looking straight at her. Jiyeon could not think of a single answer. Instead of whatever the moment required, questions crowded her head. When had he seen? How did he know? Had it shown? Had he already seen all of it?
His hand slid under the skirt and touched her thigh. She felt it trembling as hard as her heart.
"Don't."
She caught his hand in a rush with that short word, but she could not overpower him. He shook her grip off, pushed up beneath the skirt, and touched the wet place there. Her thick pubic hair met his palm, and the tips of his fingers came away slick. A shallow moan slipped out of her before she knew it.
"Yesterday the bra, today the panties. You're in heat, aren't you, ma'am?"
The young man wanted his filthy talk to pass for a hard masculinity. Before Jiyeon could scold him for the insolence, his other hand closed over her breast.
"Stop..."
What came out was the word she was supposed to say, not the one she wanted. She tried to think what she ought to do now, and at the same time the thought of what he was carrying inside his sweats passed through her. Every second she hesitated was a second that fed his courage. Then he brought his mouth to hers with a sudden bravery and wiped every thought out of her head.
All of it happened before the song had even reached its latter half.
"Good... more..."
Taehyung said it through bitten nails. His pulse hammered all the way to his temples, and his cock swelled as if it would split.
"Do more."
It was as if the words reached Jiyeon's ears. She wondered whether she had been brainwashed—and yet, even under the man's clumsy hands, she felt herself growing aroused.
This is what I wanted anyway. Yes. This is what was already allowed.
Thinking of what Taehyung had said, she sucked at the man's lips.
This is better, isn't it? My husband permitted it, and this is a man who won't fall into some pointless talk of love.
She caught his shoulders, pushed him back, and looked at his face. It was the face of a boy who had only just turned twenty—the springy skin, the small body that fit inside her hands. That someone this young had looked at her and gotten hard with want was startling, and at the same time she thought she understood why Taehyung had been so sure of himself.
"Wait. Slowly."
She left him standing, stepped out of the shampoo room, and locked the salon door. For a moment she looked into the salon CCTV. Then she switched off the lights and walked back.
From the look in Jiyeon's eyes, Taehyung seemed to hear a voice.
In the small light of the shampoo room, he saw her sit down in the chair.
"Have you done this before?"
The words were firm. The voice shook.
"No."
"Your first time...?"
"Yes."
Jiyeon sat in the shampoo chair, carefully slipped her arms out of the dress, and bared her chest. She gripped his hand hard, trying to hide the tremor in her own, but his was shaking worse, and that only wound her tighter. Gently she laid his hand on her breast. Black bra met his palm. Wanting to feel her, he closed his fingers around it.
"Ah... gently."
"I'm sorry."
He kneaded her softly. When her breast gave in his hand, heavy and soft, his lips parted, and Jiyeon's breath roughened. The eyes fixed on her chest, wide with curiosity and surprise, looked cute to her. She took the bra off and let it fall to the floor. The quiet shape of her breasts filled his sight, the nipples risen in soft peaks and looking stiff. His fingers moved from a nipple to close around the whole breast. He felt it against his palm and touched it carefully, and Jiyeon's eyes followed every movement.
His hand slid down to her navel, passed over the bunched dress, and stroked her pubic hair. Her breath deepened.
"I want to touch your pussy, too."
"Don't talk like that."
His crude words had scattered her arousal, so she checked him flatly and set her fingers to his mouth. She felt a young man's lips, full and soft. His fingers brushed over her clitoris and pushed deep between her legs. A moan broke from her, and he looked at her as if asking whether he had done something wrong. She found him unbearably cute.
"Touch me gently."
She took the back of his neck and met his lips. His hand grew slick and easy with her wetness. And all of it was being cut into Taehyung's eyes.
Under that touch her pussy heated and opened, as if it wanted to take more of him. When he tried to slip a finger inside, she caught his hand.
"I like it better if you touch me here than if you put your fingers in."
She guided his hand to her clit. With fingers already wet he rubbed it softly, and their mouths met and grew wet as well. Jiyeon's breath roughened. Any thought of who he was, of how old he was, vanished. Her head filled with nothing but the feel of him touching her.
Breathing hard, she dragged his sweats down. She took his cock, standing straight up toward the ceiling, and drew it in between her legs. Taehyung startled. He had never imagined Jiyeon would be this forward. The man's cock entered her slowly. Her head tipped back, and the salon CCTV came into view. She closed her legs around him, pulling him deeper, and stared quietly at the camera.
Are you watching? Well? Are you satisfied now?
Taehyung read it in her eyes. He went to the bathroom, shoved his pants down, and gripped his cock, ready to burst.
What did I tell you.
His hand jerked, rough and fast. The man had every nerve gathered on the cock inside Jiyeon's pussy.
"Ah... ma'am... I think I'm going to come."
Jiyeon loosened her legs, and he pulled his hips back. At once, with his groan, white cum shot up as far as her chest. He dragged in ragged breaths. She watched his rigid cock heave and spill. His face was plain with it—now what do I do? Jiyeon climbed down from the chair, sat in front of him, and licked him with her tongue. He flinched.
"This stays a secret. You understand?"
"Yes."
"If you go telling anyone, I'll bite it clean off."
She knew perfectly well how hot-blooded young men poured out boastful talk in front of their friends with no filter at all. So she sealed his mouth and frightened him while she licked him. His cock paid her words no mind and stood even harder. She was amazed that it could stay so stiff after he had already come.
"Could I... do it one more time?"
"Hm?"