The Sham Counselor Dreams of the Sunny Side (5)

Squish.

As he tapped the screen—

Kim Na-young's body, seated in the back, trembled faintly.

"……?"

What the hell?

A hot energy welled up from the pit of her stomach, creeping upward like she'd downed a shot of strong liquor, burning through her esophagus.

"Mm…."

Na-young unconsciously untwisted her crossed legs, then crossed them again.

What's wrong with me? The booze?

She fanned herself with her hand and cracked the window open a bit. Cool night air flowed in, but the heat inside her body showed no sign of cooling.

And then, her gaze naturally drifted forward.

To the man in the passenger seat: Jeong Ji-un.

Just moments ago, he'd been a scumbag she couldn't stand, someone to watch out for. His rude, shameless speech and the way he eyed her drunken friend like prey—it was obvious.

But.

Hold on….

Na-young's eyes narrowed.

Maybe there's a reason Park Min-jeong's so frozen around him?

Thinking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back, yeah.

Min-jeong was a civil servant. A haughty magical girl civil servant at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that. For her to cower like that around some unemployed-looking guy? Blackmail? Or did he have dirt on her?

Either way, it meant this guy knew how to handle magical girls.

I don't know a thing about him, and I came at him too sharp. What if he really is a counselor?

The way Ji-un looked to her now was completely different.

Na-young swallowed dryly. Her throat burned. She was dying to know who this man really was.

And… that sloppy attitude felt strangely masculine. Compared to the guys she knew, his rough, raw vibe was the most intense.

No, duh! I hate that type! But….

Kim Na-young's radar for spotting usable men was blaring warnings. As the weird, choked-up feeling grew, she shook her head.

Hah, damn… I'm really wasted.

Her throat burned.

"Hey."

"What's up?"

"That… license number."

"Oh, that."

"You said you'd tell me. Why're you quiet?"

Ji-un met her eyes in the rearview mirror, feigning a troubled look.

"Well… it's late, and the app's down."

"Maintenance?"

"Yeah, they do it at these wee hours all the time. But this should prove it instead."

With that, he held out the exact same forged card he'd shown Park Min-jeong.

Official seal, hologram mark, issue date. Flawless quality, no nitpicks.

Na-young took the card and examined it from every angle.

Grade 4. The lowest rank among counselors, but….

It's legit, for sure.

Na-young's brows furrowed. She'd been dead certain it was fake, something sloppy about it. But it was perfect.

"It's real…."

Kim Na-young bit her lip.

Embarrassment flooded her.

Not content with her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drunken bravado, she'd treated a legit guy like a con artist.

If she'd known sooner, she wouldn't have snapped like that. Park Min-jeong had been hogging a catch like this?

"Na-young, all checked?"

"Yeah… it's real. Official license."

Na-young handed back the card, her tone shifting.

The sharp edge was gone, replaced by a subtle purr.

"Sorry. I had some drinks, and the world's so rough these days."

"No worries. Magical girls are always at risk. Gotta test the bridge before crossing, right?"

Ji-un flashed a grin in the rearview. That smile oozed leisure. The magnanimous ease of an adult man forgiving rudeness. Na-young kinda liked it.

Not bad at all.

Na-young propped her chin, staring at the back of Ji-un's head.

Min-jeong's fling. Min-jeong's counselor. They say the other guy's rice cake looks bigger.

Stashing this guy in her fish pond could be useful, she calculated.

Screech—

The taxi pulled to a smooth stop.

"Here you are."

Out the window: Choi Su-jin's officetel.

"Hey, Choi Su-jin. Wake up. We're here."

"Ughhh… more boozeoo…."

"More my ass! Get out!"

Na-young shook the dead-drunk Su-jin. But she just burrowed into the seat, mumbling.

"Hah, totally useless."

As Na-young struggled to drag her out, the passenger door opened.

"I'll help."

Ji-un was already out, opening the back door. He grabbed Su-jin's arm and supported her.

"Whoa, your friend's had a lot."

"Sorry. Her drunk side's rough…."

Only after handing her off to the security guard did he return to the taxi.

But—

Click.

Ji-un opened the back door, not the passenger one.

"……?"

Na-young's eyes widened.

"Min-jeong looks uncomfortable sleeping. Figured I'd prop her head up."

Ji-un slid casually into the empty spot beside Na-young in the cramped back seat.

"Not too tight?"

"Uh… no, it's fine…."

As if. Three adults in a taxi back seat.

Min-jeong slumped in the middle, out cold, with the two flanking her. But as Min-jeong kept tilting toward Ji-un, he naturally rested her head on his lap.

Putting them face-to-face.

"So, you three are all friends?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

"All beauties. Min-jeong, Na-young—you too."

"Ah… I hear that sometimes."

Normally, she'd snap, you hitting on me? But now, she couldn't stop her lips twitching up.

"Jealous of Min-jeong."

"Huh? Her?"

"Yeah. Friends who worry like you. When you chewed me out earlier? Honestly, badass. Stepping up for a friend ain't easy. True magical girl."

"Th-that's… just what friends do."

"Loyal. Straightforward personality too."

Praise barrage. Smooth talk. But to Na-young, with her relationship addiction, others' approval and attention were like drugs.

This guy's looking at me. Not Min-jeong—me.

Min-jeong's fling, right? So why's he so nice to me? Interested?

Na-young's lips curved up.

She should feel guilty, but thrilling immorality hit first.

"Um… Teacher?"

"Call me casual. Ji-un's fine."

"No, you're a counselor—teacher fits. After what I did… gotta be polite."

Na-young naturally leaned toward Ji-un.

"Earlier, Min-jeong said… you're counseling her."

"Yeah."

"Is it… working?"

"Dunno. She'd know best, but she's improved a ton. Started prickly, now she's all sweet."

Ji-un chuckled, tapping Min-jeong's cheek with his index finger. Not a lie. Not a lie.

"Um, about that."

"Yeah?"

"Could I… get counseling too?"

"You, Na-young?"

"Yeah. Like I told the others, can't sleep lately. Nightmares, mana circuit feels blocked."

Na-young looked up at Ji-un with sparkling eyes, foxlike smile. Classic relationship addict move: seduce for gain.

"Hm…."

Ji-un stroked his chin, pretending to think.

"Bookings are full, don't take new clients. Oh, I do house calls. Grade 4 freelancer—focusing on experience."

"Ah…."

"But you're Min-jeong's friend, so special exception."

Special. The word lodged in Na-young's brain.

See? My charm works.

Her face lit up.

"Really? You'll do it?"

"One condition."

"Money? That's—"

"Nah, not money. House calls are for experience, like I said."

Ji-un shook his head, leaning closer to Na-young.

"Keep it secret from Min-jeong."

"Huh?"

"Sounds weird, but she's… possessive. Sharing a counselor with a friend? Might hate it. Magical girls' mental states are fragile, y'know."

"Oh…."

Na-young glanced at sleeping Min-jeong. Oblivious friend. And her fling.

Secret meetings. Private sessions.

Those taboo words mashed her relationship addiction button relentlessly.

"O-okay."

Na-young nodded, entranced.

"Secret. Won't tell."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, promise."

"Number then. I'll set a time."

Ji-un held out his phone. Na-young punched in her number with shaky fingers.

"Saved. You better call. Or I'll tell Min-jeong everything."

"Gotta call just to dodge the threat."

Ji-un checked the screen as he took it back. A faint smile ghosted his lips.

"Here you are."

The taxi had arrived at Sector 4: Park Min-jeong's—and Ji-un's own—officetel.

"Time to wake Min-jeong."

Ji-un smacked his lips regretfully, shaking her shoulder.

"Min-jeong, up. Home."

"Ughhh… nooo…."

Min-jeong rubbed her face on Ji-un's thigh, whining. Na-young's brow twitched. Acting all clingy right in front of me.

"Gonna carry her. I live nearby—getting off here."

Ji-un paid Na-young's fare too, hoisting Min-jeong piggyback. Na-young rolled down the window, calling urgently.

"Teacher!"

"Yeah?"

"Call first. I'll clear my schedule."

"Sure thing. See you soon."

Ji-un bowed politely and turned. The taxi pulled away.

Na-young bit her lip, stealing glances at his receding back in the mirror.

Regretting her rash first impressions.

***

"Oof."

I dumped Park Min-jeong onto the bed. Booze stench mixed with her sweet scent assaulted my nose.

"Ugh… water… water…."

"Demanding, huh."

I perched on the bed's edge, looking down. Messy hair, smudged lipstick, massive tits heaving with each breath.

"Want water?"

"Yeah… thirsty… hurry…."

She flailed blindly, eyes shut—like a baby bird begging its mom. Way more erotic, though.

Tsking, I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"Don't spill."

I took a swig—then pressed my lips to hers.

Slurp…

"Mmph…?!"

Her eyes flew open. But before she could fight, my tongue invaded roughly, scraping her palate, snaring her fleeing one and tangling.

Squelch, slurrrp… gulp….

"Mmmph…! Mph…!"

She pushed my shoulders weakly—fists like cotton swabs. I poured the pooled saliva down her throat.

Gulp—

Her throat bobbed. Instinctive thirst quench. Her body was honest, unlike her head. Rejecting hands now clutched my shirt; unconsciously, she sucked my tongue for more.

Smack, slurp… pop…

"Hah… hah…."

Lips parted, saliva stringing long. She licked her lips with hazy eyes.

"Better?"

"Hah… yeah… more… more…."

"Greedy."

Chuckling, I reached for her belt buckle.

Ziiip—

"Tight fit."

I yanked the skinny hotpants below her hips. Exposed thighs goosebumped in the cool air.

"Hnn… oppa…?"

Oppa. Properly sloshed. Her usual 'hey', 'you', 'you there' swapped for that.

"Yeah, oppa."

I humored her, wedging between her legs.

"Ah… nooo… not there…."

"Why, hate it?"

"N-nooo… embarrassing… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eek!"

She buried her face in the pillow, squirming cutely. Booze or corruption desire? Overflowing aegyo.

Where'd her stiff speech go? Now lisping and whining.

Fine, since we're doing it, hit the button too.

Desire burst gave bigger dopamine. Kim Na-young plus Park Min-jeong—double pain, but snowball time.

Batch the pain, double the reward.

Pain that doesn't kill makes you stronger. For real.

Click. Again.

I spread her legs wide. Soaked entrance glistened obscenely, wet spots everywhere.

"All ready."

I freed my cock, pressing to her slit.

"Thrusting."

"Yeah… gentle… gentle…."

Squiiiish—!

Squelch… pop…

"Hiiiiaaah—!!"

Root-deep in one go; she arched, wailing. Inner walls clenched hotly, gripping like it'd waited forever.

"Hah… ngh…!"

Magical girl pussy's the best. That squeeze. Drunk and limp, yet it writhed like a live thing.

I gripped her hips, starting slow thrusts.

Plap, plap, squish… plap!

"Ah! Aah! Oppa… too big…!"

"Like it?"

"Yeah! Love it! So goo— eek! Oppa there… bigger than before…!"

Recalling her ex, probably….

Real dick confirmed.

Min-jeong clung to my neck. Her sleek legs crossed behind my back, locking tight. Deepest position, trapping the man.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Flesh slapping filled the room. Her tits jiggled, messing my view.

"Oppa… gonna… die…!"

"Won't. Feel more."

"Hiii! Ah! Ngh… brain… melting…!"

Eyes rolling, convulsing. Piercing screams of ecstasy per thrust.

Squish, slosh… pop…

"Hah… hah… grip's art."

Couldn't help admiring. Not quite Seo-yul noona, but chewy enough. Unconscious contractions milked me.

"Harder… harder…!"

"Hard?"

"Yeah! Pound! Pound me…!"

She bucked her hips. If you insist.

I leaned in, grabbing a tit, ramping speed.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

"Kyaaa! Ah! Ah! Oppa! Oppaaa!!♡"

Bed springs screamed. Her head whipped side to side. Sweat-matted hair stuck to her face—messy, lewd.

"Cumming… cummiiing…!"

"Together."

"Hiii! Ah! Ah! Gonna cum! Cum! Inside!!"

Her legs crushed my waist. Climax signal.

I tensed my core for the final sprint.

Then.

Bzzz— bzzz—.

Phone on the bed vibrated. Screen lit: message alert.

Perfect timing.

I glanced, smirked, and snapped my hips.

"Yeah, arrived great."

To dick heaven.