The Women Who Wait
The girl crouching beneath me was Lee Yeryeong.
She'd gripped my thighs and taken my climax full in the face, and now she shut her eyes tight, gave a full-body shudder, and murmured.
"Haah... my face is absolutely covered in you, Oppa. Mmn."
Far from minding the way it dripped down her chin, she curled the corners of her mouth up as far as they would go, then dabbed at it with a fingertip to inspect what was smeared there.
A man's seed, glistening across the face of a girl who had only just experienced her first kiss.
Yeryeong opened her eyes slowly and spoke in a voice that tickled along my length like a feather.
"You got awfully worked up, Oppa."
"Whew... sorry. That wasn't the plan..."
I reached out to wipe the side she'd missed, but Yeryeong shook her head and smiled up at me.
"I liked it, so don't apologize. You did surprise me though, our Oppa."
"What exactly was surprising?"
"This part of you... it's bigger than I imagined. And there was so much of it, my whole face is soaked. Mmn... it's even thicker than I thought, too."
She tapped her fingertip and carried it to her lips, peeking her tongue out to have her first taste of a man's release.
...She's seriously eating it?
Color blooming faintly on her cheeks, Yeryeong smiled a warm, rosy smile. I put on my best that-isn't-the-point look and stared her down.
"Yeryeong, don't eat that."
"Why not? Embarrassed? That a girl just swallowed your very first climax?"
The way her tongue flicked out was pure fox.
"Or... did you want me to take your precious babies somewhere other than my mouth?"
Her hand slipped between my legs, palm flattening to glide slowly down over my mound.
"Mmn... not here yet, though."
Then she pulled her underwear back up over her thighs and shot me a knowing, eye-crinkling smile.
Yeryeong's a virgin, and her teasing is no joke.
She was messing with me because she genuinely believed I was still untouched — hoping I'd hurry up and awaken to women, and share that first time with her beloved sister. She was the type who wanted to copy everything her noona did.
Curious how she'd wrap things up, I decided to keep the act going.
"Don't say it like that. Haah, Yeryeong... isn't the teasing about done?"
"Hmm. Is our Oppa angry?"
She opened her mouth wide in feigned shock, though the face she made at me was brimming with laughter.
I ground my teeth, trembled visibly, then bowed my head as if resigning myself.
"I wanted to give my first to someone I love... you already took my first kiss and my first finish, so what more do you want? Quit teasing me."
"Mmn, I wasn't trying to tease. We'll just keep it a secret. You're still a virgin, after all."
"Yurim's going to notice..."
Even though Yurim and I had long since done everything. I furrowed my brows and shook my head, worrying for show. The thought of performing innocence in front of a woman sent a chill down my spine, and a bead of precum trickled down along my unruly cock.
"See? This part of you... ordinary men aren't like this, you know? Any other guy would've been too shaken to even get hard."
She was calling me a natural stud — a male born with enough seed to satisfy woman after woman.
Yeryeong took hold of me and stroked me in slow, soothing motions, consoling me with everything she had.
"And look... you're standing this stiff even now, and it's not like you finished because you wanted to. So you'll be just fine with my noona, too."
"Whew."
Her hand on me feels so good. Keep cheering me on, Yeryeong...
Heat climbed up my soaked shaft, that pretty little face — still unwiped — filling my vision. It felt like a second climax was seconds away.
I wouldn't mind if she kept touching me forever.
I dropped my gaze like a man who'd lost all confidence. Not sulking exactly — if anything, I was enjoying this. My cock twitched and flapped as I muttered to myself.
"Still... how am I supposed to face Yurim? Getting hard on my own like this, finishing without even meaning to. A loose man has no right to be loved..."
"Haah, Oppa..."
Yeryeong reacted immediately, chest heaving as she exhaled a hot, sultry breath.
"Oppa, I love this. You're so cute. You drive women absolutely crazy. So have a little confidence. You're carrying this, after all. Made to be adored by women. Right, Oppa?"
"Kgh, quit playing with my dick."
I dodged her hand, and my cock swayed loose and heavy. It was still raring to go — and so was the girl with honey dripping from her eyes.
Yeryeong leaned in close, right in front of my length.
"I'm not teasing."
"Don't come closer."
She caught my shaft in both hands.
"Stop it."
"Mmm... it's okay, Oppa."
She patted it. Stroke, stroke.
Mmnh, that's nice. Cheer louder for me, Yeryeong...
I lifted my head and squared my posture. Yeryeong pressed herself right up against my cock.
"Oppa?"
She pressed her lips to the junction of shaft and sack, the upturned tip of her nose poking at my slit.
The girl who'd taken my first release with her mouth now praised my cock with her whole face, nuzzling it gently.
Mwah.
"You did so well, Oppa."
Her lips pressed and parted, pressed and parted. Yeryeong glanced up, shot me a crescent-eyed smile, then turned back to my length.
"What a good boy."
Mwah — with a wet, sticky sound, one of my balls disappeared into her mouth. Then the other. Mwah.
She worked her way up the shaft, her breath tickling along the way.
"Your finish was magnificent, Oppa."
Chup.
The moment her lips sealed over it, the cum still slicking my shaft was sucked clean away.
"Blowing your load all over a girl's face... how manly of you."
Yeryeong planted a kiss just beneath the head. Chup.
A boy who'd spilled his precious babies all over a woman while she held him captive, cum now trailing in streaks down his shaft. Yeryeong brought that heavily-marked girl's face up close, pressed her cheek flush against my cock, and rubbed.
"Your cock is truly magnificent, Oppa."
Then a kiss right on the tip.
"Mwah♡"
Hypnotized by Yeryeong gazing up at me with those slyly curled eyes, I reached out and cradled her face.
"Yeryeong..."
"Yes, Oppa? The Oppa you love so much. Now you understand, don't you? That you're allowed to be confident. That you're a man women want to devour."
I'd been praised for my manliness to my heart's content — officially certified as a man women wanted to ravish. A virgin, no less, stroking my ego like this. I nodded along eagerly, playing the part of someone graciously accepting it all.
"Mmnh... okay, I get it."
Her face was right there within reach.
"Mm?"
"Yeryeong, what's wrong."
"Oppa? Then why are you putting your hands on me?"
"Ah..."
I feigned surprise and pulled back — then laid my palm over her face again, casual as anything. Yeryeong, still holding my cock, rubbed her cheek into my hand.
"Don't tell me our Oppa wants to finish on my face again? I gave your cock a few kisses and it's standing up all on its own again?"
"It's not that."
"Then what? Do you want to wipe all that thick baby batter off your cock using a girl's face?"
Huh... that's kind of a wicked thought, actually.
This wasn't the plan. I hadn't intended to casually mop myself clean on a pretty girl's face as aftercare.
I really didn't.
I shook my head slowly and spoke carefully.
"No, I was going to wipe it for you. It keeps dripping down your face..."
"...Really?"
"Yeah, sorry. I came way too much... I didn't know I'd do that either."
I fished out a tissue and cleaned her gently, cradling that small girl's face and dabbing at it with painstaking care.
A boy dutifully cleaning up his own mess from a girl's skin.
In the old world, this would've been the woman wiping me down.
Here, a man offered up his precious seed, then poured his devotion into the woman who'd milked him dry.
The conversation had lapsed anyway, and the air had gone strange and heavy — and it was Yeryeong, of all people, who broke the silence.
"Mmn, Oppa. You do know what you're doing, right?"
"What do you mean?"
I widened my eyes and asked.
"I mean, do you do this for other women too? Wipe them down with such devoted care, like you're tending to a new bride?"
"I don't. I really don't..."
"So you're not doing it on purpose, then?"
"Obviously not?"
I tilted my head like the question was absurd. Who asks about stuff like that?
Heheh, I'm playing the obedient man. Maybe she's starting to see me as a born husband material. This is fun.
Swallowing my laughter, I gently brushed Yeryeong's cheek again, pretending not to understand, stroking her face on and on.
"Oppa... if you keep this up, other women will get the wrong idea."
"Why?"
"Haah, where do I even start. Anyway. If our Oppa is like this normally, the girls are going to be all over you, you know?"
Oops — I bit my tongue. I'd almost answered too fast.
"Wh... no they won't?"
I shook my head like a man protesting an injustice.
"I'm not popular with girls. At all."
"What's taking him..."
"Tell me about it..."
Two beauties sat waiting for Yang Dajun, a small mountain of chocolate piled up beside them. Childhood friend, little sister, and even his older sister — Yang Dahee had shown up carrying Valentine's chocolate too.
"Dami, where did Dajun say he went?"
"He went to the department store with Yurim-unni."
"With Yurim?"
A glum little nod. Her hair sagged sideways — a look nothing like the usual Yang Dami.
Dami's hair is a wreck.
That coolly maintained composure had come undone. The razor bob that always swished so crisply, tended with such obsessive care, was now an absolute mess.
But Yang Dahee looked hardly better.
"Whew..."
Leaning against the wall, sighing one deep breath after another, her hair tie hanging loose and her blouse half-unbuttoned enough to bare the swell of her chest. Her gaze kept drifting to the other side — to where three sets of chocolate sat huddled together. The ones her little sister Dami had bought. The homemade ones Yurim claimed to have made herself. And then...
Yang Dahee sank into thought. It had been earlier that day.
She'd practically skipped home, smiling ear to ear at the thought of seeing her siblings. Normally the ache in her swaying chest kept her pace in check, but today she'd hurried — clicking along on her heels without so much as a stumble despite barely being able to see past the boxes in her arms. She reached the front of the house in record time, flung open the creaky front door, and waddled in with both arms laden, announcing her arrival at the top of her lungs.
"Dajun, your noona's home! Hehehe."
And yet.
"Oh... Dami?"
The one who greeted her wasn't her little brother at all. Not the Yang Dajun who filled her heart to bursting, but her little sister.
It was her precious sibling, and yet her shoulders sagged before she could stop them. She studied the girl sitting there, taking her time.
"Dami? What's the matter with you?"
Kneeling with her face buried deep, Dami lifted her tangled hair. She raised her head without an ounce of strength in it.
"Oh... hey, unni. You're home early..."
"Took a half day. But why are you alone? Where's Dajun?"
"O..."
"O?"
The word died in her throat. Her mouth had begun to open, slowly — then clamped shut. She fidgeted with her lips, leaving only a cryptic syllable behind.
O...? What was she about to say? Dami would never call him "oppa."
While Dahee tilted her head, that tiny mouth opened again.
"D...Dajun... he went out."
"What? He went out?"
Her eyes went wide; she nearly bolted for the door before Dami waved her hands frantically.
"N-no, not like that. He didn't run away. That moron... went off after Yurim-unni."
"Why? Where'd she take him? Her place?"
"No. The department store."
The department store, of all places? Could it be... a date? Sweet, clueless Dajun — and Yurim, who'd never even dreamed of making a move?
Confusion clouded both of Dahee's eyes. Faced with this baffling situation, all she could do was blink.
Answering questions nobody had asked, Dami let her shoulders sink even lower.
"That moron... didn't even tell me why. Just suddenly, the department store..."
Then she laid her cheek sideways across her folded knees.
"By the way, unni — what's all that?"
"Oh, this...?"
Color rushed to Dahee's face. She'd been grinning to herself like an idiot, and only now remembered to answer. From the corner of the huge box, Yang Dahee peeked out. She gazed down at what she carried in her spread arms, eyes sparkling like a heart about to beat out of her chest.
"It's chocolate. Hehe."
Going by the size and shape, it looked exactly like the kind of chocolate only lovestruck women buy. Dami squinted one eye.
"Unni, do you have a boyfriend?"
"What? No? Where did that come from?"
"Well, I wondered why you'd buy so much..."
"Ah, this. Well, you see, um..."
She hesitated over the answer — not out of embarrassment, but with the dreamy expression of a woman lost in her own sweet fantasy.
What could possibly have unni grinning like that?
Dami rubbed her cheeks for no particular reason. They still tingled. Still fiddling with her own hair, she waited for Dahee's answer.
"It's for Dajun. I bought it for him."
"...For him?"
"Our Dajun should get to receive something like this at least once. Hehe, it's not like he has any friends — it'd be sad otherwise, right?"
Going by her face alone, she looked like a woman head over heels in love. Learning she'd bought it for her own little brother was the only reason Dami saw it any differently. Truly, an insufferable "oppa," and a sister hopelessly devoted to her siblings.
Dami muttered under her breath.
"...That's way too much."
She snorted and buried her face back in her knees.
"Hmph..."
Her thoughts drifted to Yang Dajun — while across from her, her own chocolate sat forlorn and unattended.
Dahee came over and plopped down beside her.
"He'll be back soon, right?"
"Probably. How far could that moron get? He'll come dragging himself home whining about how tired he is."
"Hehe, true."
And so the two of them began to wait.
"Dajun's late."
"Yeah."
"When is that moron coming..."
"Yeah."
Dami hugging her knees with her face buried in them, Dahee cradling her chocolate and rubbing her cheek against the box.
"Mm..."
"Hmm..."
Side by side, they let the time slip away, doing nothing at all.
"Haah..."
Even after I'd finished wiping Yeryeong's face clean, my breath still came ragged. It was hard to calm down with the girl who'd just sucked me off sitting right in front of me — the girl whose face had been drenched through with my cum.
She smiled sweetly up at me.
"Shall we head back now, Oppa?"
Whether she understood what was going through my head or not, Yeryeong took my arm and said it was time to go. When I tried to stand, a stubborn reluctance kept my feet planted.
Yeryeong kneaded my hand and murmured.
"Oppa."
"Yeah..."
"Don't be too sad about it ending."
"It's not that."
I kept my face hard. I couldn't let it show — couldn't act delighted.
Yeryeong reached out and gave my crotch a gentle pat.
"Mmn, Oppa. From now on, pay more attention to women, okay?"
"Women...?"
"My noona likes you, you know. Show her that you're a man. A man ready to be taken by a woman."
"Ugh."
I shuddered on cue, dodging the answer in mock embarrassment. Here she was, egging me on to open my eyes to women.
Coming from her, it actually makes me want to pay more attention. Not that I needed convincing.
Every time Yeryeong spoke, some part of me refused to refuse her. Made me want to do exactly as she said. Take interest in women — she'd surely meant her own noona when she said it.
A twinge ran up my thigh, and I tensed without meaning to.
"Whew..."
Then, just as we were about to take our first step — my phone rang. The vibration buzzed from inside my pants pocket.
"Who is it?"
"Uh..."
The moment I looked at the screen, I froze solid.
A message from a girl. From Yurim — left behind all alone.
"It's your noona? What's she saying?"
Yurim, who'd stepped out of the bathroom — and the two of us, wrapped around each other in the emergency stairwell right next to it.
I lifted my head carefully and answered Yeryeong.
"...She's asking where I am."