Seong Haeun Ran Away
"I-It's fine. I don't really have anything going on anyway..."
Was it really okay to blow off a hunting appointment like this?
"Your agency manager didn't say anything about it?"
I tried to imagine what would happen if I were the one who bailed on a promise with Kang Yena. I'd never actually seen her angry, but I figured the lid would come flying off the pot pretty quickly.
Yena noona may look pretty, but she acts like a man...
I'd tasted more than enough of what happens when you cross the line and a normally kind senior snaps, back in the military. I had a rough idea that Kang Yena was probably the same type.
"It's fine. I skip out sometimes — I just get scolded a little... But Woojin, you've grown so tall since I last saw you."
She shuffled her feet, doing her best to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"So, um... clothes? You were going to buy some, right?"
"Yeah."
"There's a decent menswear brand on the third floor. Wh-what kind of style are you looking for?"
"Wide fit. Casual. And it has to be good value for money."
"For value brands, there's Minute-clo — that's on the second floor. But for you, Woojin, it might be a bit too..."
"No, it's fine. It's your card, and I don't want to just burn through it."
I understood perfectly well that other people's money mattered. I would never do what that brat Woojini did — blowing someone else's cash on microtransactions or wasting it without a second thought. I was nothing like him.
Just because she'd handed me her card didn't mean I had any intention of spending carelessly.
My plan was to be strict about necessity — weighing function against price and wasting nothing.
We stopped by the second-floor store and I picked out a reasonable selection.
"Why is it that everything in here clings to your body?"
"That's just what's in fashion..."
"I'm not a fan of this stuff. Even if it's a size big, I want it loose and roomy."
"You need clothes that hide your body, Woojin. So other women can't see it..."
"Right?"
Surprisingly, we saw eye to eye on fit. Was it possible her aesthetic sense was similar to mine, even in an era where skinny was king?
Three sets of everyday clothes for around the house. Two sets for going out.
Ten outfits in total. All told, it came to about 150,000 won — a price that was only possible because I'd picked unpopular colors on clearance.
I don't usually spend this much on my own clothes.
Still, wasn't today's me a man who'd just made 500,000 won in a single raid? A little investment was warranted.
The moment I paid, a message arrived from Yena noona.
Once the payment was done, I turned around to find Seong Haeun holding a paper bag too. When did she buy something?
"Huh? You bought clothes too?"
"Th-this is... um... a gift."
"A gift?"
"A gift for you, Woojin."
Inside was a black jacket. Fall was coming soon, so a windproof jacket really was something I needed.
"Wow, you really didn't have to."
"I'm the one who's sorry I couldn't buy you something nicer..."
I'd learned once, out in the working world, that refusing a gift someone offers in good faith is itself the greater discourtesy.
The feeling mattered more than the object's value — the sentiment of wanting to look after someone.
"Thank you. I'll wear it well, Haeun."
"Mm-hmm...!"
As she took the bag, Seong Haeun broke into a joyful smile.
Her smile was beautiful, like a flower bursting into bloom. While my gaze was drawn helplessly to it, the back of her hand brushed past mine. That brief moment of contact pulled the trigger. A current went zinging through my chest.
Oh — I know this feeling.
A strange emotion I felt despite it being our first meeting. My heart went thump-thump. A heat rose up, and my forehead grew warm. My ears flushed red.
My eyes darted around on pure instinct.
Seong Haeun's face. Her eyes. The fine down on her cheeks. Her flushed lips. The slender pale nape of her neck, and the knees fidgeting, pressing together and apart.
Conclusion: she was adorable.
Seong Haeun must have felt something too, because she shuffled and averted her eyes.
So this is the opening act of romance...?
I was a virgin, but the feeling had hit me all at once. No warning, no omens, nothing.
A signal came up from my lower half too. Blood shifted south with a squirm, and that... precious serpent of mine began to stretch awake.
Then, all at once, Seong Haeun's expression changed, like someone who'd just heard a Death Knell.
"Uh. Uh. Uh—"
"What? What's wrong all of a sudden?"
"H-h-h-h-hide... we have to h-hide..."
"...?"
She hurried off at a rush. As I chased after her, the fitting rooms of the store we'd just left came into view.
"If we're hiding, let's hide in there."
I took her hand and pulled her behind the curtain of the nearest booth. The door shut, and in the cramped space only the sound of our two sets of breathing could be heard.
Outside, someone hurried past, muttering.
"Seong Haeun, where the hell did you go...!"
"She's not here, ma'am."
"Strange. Her phone's location was definitely around here."
I stared at Seong Haeun's sullen face. She hung her head like a guilty criminal, eyes brimming.
"Sniff... It's my manager..."
"...You said breaking promises wasn't okay. Adults keep their word, you know."
"B-but... Woojin invited me out today... How could I possibly say no..."
I snatched the phone from her hand. The instant I killed its location services and data connection, the manager's crew outside the fitting room clicked their tongues.
"Tch. She caught on."
"Are we really departing without a Healer today?"
"Ugh. Nothing we can do about it. I'll just have to tell them to run careful and not get hurt."
"This is exactly what's so frustrating about Seong Haeun. She's fine one minute and pulls this the next."
"She's the one who'll suffer for it in the end. I'm collecting the penalty fee, make no mistake."
Her manager's crew moved off in defeat. Once the voices faded, the two of us let out a small sigh of relief.
"Phew..."
Not that we'd have minded being caught, really — but it had still been a nerve-wracking little adventure.
Seong Haeun must have relaxed too, because her shoulders finally dropped.
Uh-oh.
And when my gaze traveled down, a truly spectacular sight was waiting for me.
It was Seong Haeun's outfit. I hadn't noticed from the front, but once she turned around, bare skin that her clothes failed to cover came into view.
Her knit top was half-naked from behind.
Her back was entirely exposed, her white skin on full display.
Whoa... wow.
The groove running down her spine dipped lower and lower until it disappeared from sight, and when my eyes drifted beneath it—
Her short skirt had ridden up.
Squeezing into the narrow fitting room had hiked the fabric right up. She hadn't noticed, and neither had I.
Her panties... her butt...
The exposed underwear was the polar opposite of her cute image. Sultry black panties.
And not just any — the scandalous kind, tied at both sides with wafer-thin strings.
Panties playing peek-a-boo down the crease of her rear, and the soft, supple cheeks cradling that thin fabric on either side.
I'm getting hard...!
The electric signal arrived. My brain, having received all that visual and tactile input, sent a dangerous surge crackling down to my lower half.
Perhaps only now did Seong Haeun realize that her rear end was pressed flush against a man's lower body.
She turned around with wide round eyes, and our gazes collided.
It was like a beast and its prey meeting face to face in a dark forest. I was the beast; she was the prey. I raked my eyes over her like a predator sizing up the hunt.
Our locked gazes began tangling in the air between us.
We slowly took in each other's faces — the gentle slope of her eyes, her round, clear pupils, her flushed lips.
Every sense sharpened with tension, and her scent turned honey-sweet in my nose.
Gulp.
Without a word, we both swallowed at the same time.
That was the signal flare.
My brain — demanding to be a proud, assertive male — urged me to do something, anything, right now.
My mouth, accepting the request, blurted out something absurd.
"Did you want to see me more than you wanted to go hunting?"
An arrogant question. Do you like me more than the money? — the kind of thing a fool who overestimates his own charm would say. If she laughed at me, I'd never recover.
I waited for her reaction. One breathless second after another slipped by.
At last, she gave the smallest nod.
I lost all self-restraint.
I'll take that as permission for everything that follows.
I leaned in and claimed Seong Haeun's lips.
And it wasn't just me pushing forward, either — she came to meet me with equal fervor.
Lips exploring lips. My tongue sampling the inside of her mouth. Saliva flowed, and I drank it down. Ah — her clear saliva carried Seong Haeun's fresh, citrusy taste.
I pulled her into an embrace from behind, the position of one thrusting into her, and crushed her soft, weighty rear against my hips.
My fully erect cock charged straight for the cleft between her cheeks. I could feel its heat even through her clothes.
How much time passed? Unable even to breathe, we explored each other's mouths and ground our bodies together.
A little composure returned.
Still pressed tight for the kiss, she opened her round eyes and gazed straight at my face. And I was being pulled deeper and deeper into those eyes of hers.
It was about time... I wanted to do the next thing.
First, her chest. Her chest, that is. The emblem of womanhood — her breasts. I reached out to seize one.
Her voluminous bust was a proper handful and then some — too much for a single hand to hold.
But something was strange. Beneath her knit top, I couldn't feel any trace of underwear at all.
Ah... no bra.
Come to think of it, her outfit bared her entire back. A bra would have shown, so of course she'd gone without one.
Seong Haeun didn't refuse my greedy hands. If anything, she drew my hand deeper into her warm embrace, as if to say touch me more. That was permission too. I let out a silent cheer of joy.
Sliding my hand down from her back and under the knit, I seized her bare breast. Springy flesh yielded softly beneath the skin. It wasn't just wobbling fat — it was packed full of something taut and dense. That made the feel of it all the sweeter. Her full, substantial breast filled me with a deep, genuine emotion.
Against my palm, her bumpy pink nipples began to assert themselves.
Her arousal declared itself in the stiff peaks of her breasts.
I pinched a nipple between my index and middle fingers. Seong Haeun must have felt it too, because a hot moan escaped between her lips.
I wanted more. I wanted to do the next thing, and the thing after. I wanted to feel her deepest parts.
The next step, naturally, was penetration. It was a sexual act, after all. We had to make a baby. Well — not that I actually intended to make one.
I was debating lowering my pants when—
This wasn't the safe comfort of home. We were outdoors, and right now we were in a pretty risky spot.
A store clerk might have seen the two of us disappear into the fitting room. They might already be getting suspicious about how long we'd been gone.
Perhaps she sensed my hesitation.
She whispered with wine-red lips:
"Woojin... I'm always ready. Whenever you want to, you can."
Ready? Ready for what, exactly? For this very moment?
Her hand slid down beneath her skirt.
The instant she reached for the knot of the side-tied panty string—
"Excuse me, guest — are you still in there?"
Ah. The magic hour was over.
We froze solid at the stranger's voice. Goosebumps rose, and the blood drained cold from my face.
Wait — this was a men's clothing store. Not Seong Haeun; I was the one who had to answer.
"Yes, almost done. I'm trying on the clothes I just paid for."
"Ah, he says he'll be right out, ma'am. Just one moment, please."
Another customer was waiting outside to use the fitting room.
How do we get out of here?
As I muttered blankly, Seong Haeun whispered from mere inches away, so close our lips nearly touched.
"Leave it to me..."
What was she planning?
Seong Haeun flung open the fitting room door, seized my wrist, and strode out with long, purposeful steps. I followed along like a prisoner being dragged.
The clerk and the male customer standing outside froze, eyes blinking rapidly.
Confronted with a man and a woman suddenly bursting out of a cramped space, they simply failed to process it and locked up on the spot.
Seizing that gap, we vanished. At a brisk pace, no less.
The female clerk stayed deadpan — the yeah, figures sort of blank expression. Instead, it was the male customer who belatedly let out a scream.
"Kyaaah!"
Good grief. Men really do startle at the smallest things.