Beyond the Frosted Glass
From that moment on, Si-woo could not tear his eyes away from the spot.
"G-glass…?"
What he had taken for an ordinary wall while the lights were off turned out to be a glass partition. Beyond the frosted glass, faint silhouettes moved, every motion laid bare to his gaze.
"Holy shit…"
He could make out only rough colors and shapes, yet the human brain needed little more than that to conjure the rest. Her top came off; jeans slid straight down. Bare skin began to fill more and more of the frosted pane. Once the underwear followed, everything except her brown hair was pure flesh.
"Can she see me from over there too…?"
Ga-young’s possible gaze kept him from shifting carelessly, but his eyes tracked every movement she made.
Swaaah.
As water cascaded down, Ga-young’s arms began to move. Watching her sweep her hands from head to toe, Si-woo’s throat went bone-dry.
"Fuck, her body is insane once the clothes are off…"
Seeing that perfectly balanced figure—matching her pretty face—shift in real time beyond the wall made his cock swell in an instant.
A short while later the water quieted; Si-woo hurriedly straightened his posture.
Click.
"Phew, I feel human again after washing. Want to rinse off too?"
Ga-young walked toward him still wrapped in a bathrobe. When she shook out her hair the collar fluttered open. One slight dip of his head and her breasts would have been fully visible.
"Ah… then I’ll just…"
Wanting only to escape the moment, Si-woo headed for the bathroom. Once inside, a thought struck him.
Senior can see me too, right…?
But the milk was already spilled. He stripped everything off in one go and let the pouring water wash the worry away.
Swaaah.
Ga-young watched him openly. Her eyes locked on one particular place.
"Oh my my… Jackpot. Absolute lottery win."
Beyond the glass the silhouette of a cock stood proudly skyward. Ga-young licked her lips.
"…If it had been a dud I’d have had to hurry and find another guy. No need now. Ugh, it’s so itchy."
She twisted her body and rubbed her pussy. Fresh from the shower and already flooding.
…Ha, I can’t wait.
Ga-young flung the robe aside and stood. Footsteps, then the click of the door.
Buried under the rush of water, Si-woo never heard it open. The sudden appearance of Ga-young made him yelp.
"Aaaah—!"
He nearly toppled backward; Ga-young’s hand shot out and caught him.
"You okay?"
"Th-thank you. But Senior, why…?"
Only then did her completely naked body register. Perky breasts crowned by fully swollen, ripe nipples. A narrow waist flaring into wide hips. Neatly trimmed pubic hair. Flawless.
Si-woo whipped his head away, yet the image of her nude form was already burned into his memory like a photograph.
"Well… I realized there’s a spot I didn’t wash properly."
She stepped closer, unhurried.
"Ah… then I’ll get out of your way."
He still could not meet her eyes. His lowered gaze took in her body instead. Perhaps from the hot water, her skin glowed pink.
"…Hmm, no. This particular place is hard to clean alone."
Si-woo lifted his head just enough to see her face. Tongue flicking across her lips, eyes curved in a smile—she looked every bit the seductress.
"Uh… where is it?"
As if she had been waiting for the question, Ga-young seized his hand.
"Where? Right… here."
Plop.
His fingers met her pussy. The soft give made him tense without thinking.
"Haah…"
A light moan slipped from her.
"Looks like… our junior’s help is needed."
Slick.
She guided his finger upright and pushed it inside.
"Haa…"
Hot breath brushed the nape of his neck—definitely not steam. Her insides were scorching and alive. Flesh rippled in waves, clamping around his finger.
"Haa… Junior’s fingers are thick and long too. How…"
Ga-young closed her eyes, savoring. Still captive in her grip, Si-woo’s hand became her toy. She worked it up and down, fucking herself on his finger.
Slick, slick.
Every thrust and withdrawal brought a fierce squeeze.
Wow… What would it feel like to put it in here?
He remembered the classmates who had watched him at the drinking party.
Heh. Those bastards… They can’t even imagine my finger is buried in Senior’s pussy right now.
By now it was obvious she had brought him here on purpose. Si-woo moved his finger without hesitation.
"Haah…"
The quicker pace made Ga-young’s legs threaten to give out. One thigh wrapped around him, spreading her open so the view of her hole was impossible to miss. White cream clung to his finger with every stroke.
Grab.
She could no longer hold back; her hand closed around his rigid cock.
Shlick, shlick.
Her fist pumped in time with the finger fucking her. Already wound tight, Si-woo reacted to the slightest touch.
Spurt—spurt—spurt.
White ropes painted her pink skin and ran down her body. The two of them watched in silence.
"Oh my… Already…"
Her voice trailed off at the sight of the dripping semen and the softening cock. Embarrassment warred with wounded pride in Si-woo. The slight droop of her brows filled his head with one thought: he could not leave it like this.
Fortunately, the naked senior standing right in front of him made getting hard again effortless.
Sssrkk.
His cock rebounded, swelling back to full size and twitching as if it had never come.
"Hiyah… See? That’s why younger guys are the best."
Ga-young nodded in open satisfaction, eyes lingering on the revived erection. Then she turned, braced both hands against the wall, and pushed her ass out.
Her rear sat directly in front of his cock; the pussy in the middle flexed and parted like a hungry mouth.
"Looks like… to get all the way clean inside, we’re going to need that…"
She grinned.
"Then… I’ll wipe it clean for you."
Thrust.
"Haa…"
He buried himself to the hilt in one stroke. The sudden impact startled her, yet the fullness wrenched a moan of pure wonder from her throat.
"Haa, I knew it… My eye for men never fails. Heh heh, you bitches can gossip all you want behind my back. In the end the cock is buried in my pussy. Keep fingering yourselves."
She giggled like someone unhinged, spouting words he didn’t understand. Si-woo paid no attention. Right now he was drunk on the single fact that he was balls-deep in a school senior he had only just met; nothing else existed.
Fuck… Insane. Mi-sook’s pussy felt amazing, but a girl my own age is a whole different thing.
The curiosity born while he was tangled with the real-estate agent was finally answered. Where Mi-sook’s cunt had softly cradled him, Ga-young’s gripped as if it meant to crush him.
Thud, thud, thud.
Every collision set her breasts swaying. Si-woo caught them in both hands, pulling their bodies tighter together. He snapped his hips in short, brutal strokes. Stiff nipples rolled between his fingers; when he circled them a raw cry tore from Ga-young.
"Hng… It feels too good. What the hell, you… Why are you this good?"
Pleasure so intense she could barely lift her head crashed through her. She had met men with big cocks before, but none who moved with this kind of skill from the very first thrust.
"Most of the kids who come here only know how to study… You’re something else."
Ecstasy she had never tasted before flooded every nerve.
"Haa, haa…"
Si-woo was just as lost, savoring a flavor completely different from Mi-sook’s.
Sex… is fucking incredible. Would every other woman feel this good too?
The vow to study hard and repay his parents had already vanished. The twenty-year-old could think of only one thing: how to do this again.
Thud, thud, thud.
Ga-young’s whole body shuddered; her pussy clamped down hard. The sudden vise caught Si-woo off guard and he came on the spot.
Brrrk—brrt.
Semen overflowed and ran down her thighs. Ga-young collapsed onto the bathroom floor. Looking down at her—face pressed to the tiles, only panting—Si-woo felt a strange thrill.
Did I just make Senior come…?
No matter how sensual she was, for a student like Ga-young this intensity was brand new.
"Wow… You’re amazing…"
She praised him between ragged breaths.
"I-is that so?"
"Hmm… Haa, I thought I’d been with plenty of guys… Still got a long way to go."
A hollow little laugh escaped her. When she shifted, the raised curve of her ass began to sway. There was no holding back. Si-woo dropped to his knees and seized her hips.
"…Huh?"
Thrust.
"Hweong—!"
A raw, broken cry tore from Ga-young’s throat.