Side Dish
The air before dawn held a peculiar kind of magic.
The temperature had plunged, draping everything in cold, and the silent streets put every sound to death. The people who'd been laughing and chatting just yesterday had vanished somewhere, leaving only a handful of drunks and a few lingering souls. A typical downtown scene at one in the morning — the hour when most of humanity had already gone home.
"Hmm-hmm."
Whenever Seong A-rin found herself wandering around at this hour, she felt it — the proof that she was a real adult now. The awkward curfews were gone. She was at the age where she could roam wherever she pleased, an age of both responsibility and freedom. And right now, she felt more like an adult than she ever had in her life. Because she'd just finished having sex — the kind of sex adults have — and was on her way home.
Which was why she was in such a good mood. A little hum kept slipping out with every step.
"Hmm-hmm-hmm."
She'd parted ways with Lee Se-won in front of the motel a little while ago. If it'd been up to her, she would have stayed until morning... but a girl with a family couldn't just spend the night out without a word. Seong Yu-jin, that little brat, was the real problem. If A-rin came home after staying out all night on top of going out to "hang with friends," Yu-jin would absolutely grill her about whether she'd slept over. That could not happen.
And so she stepped inside the house.
"I'm hooome..."
Creeeak. The door opened onto a silent house. Her parents must have been asleep — the place was swallowed in darkness. Seong A-rin let out a small sigh of relief.
"Hahh..."
It wasn't because she was afraid of getting scolded for coming home late. The relief came from the worry that her skirt might still smell like semen. She'd wiped it off as thoroughly as she could, but traces were inevitable. The sticky fluid had already soaked deep into the fibers. At a glance it looked like any other skirt, but if someone looked closely they'd notice something off. And if things went wrong and someone actually caught the smell... she couldn't even imagine what would happen. So the fact that nobody was awake right now was excellent news. Okay. If I can just make it to my room...
"You're back?"
That was when it happened. Click! The lights snapped on, and a figure appeared. At the far end of the living room stood her little sister. Seong A-rin stared at her, startled.
"Jesus! Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I was waiting up for my dear, precious big sis, of course."
"Precious, my ass..."
Seong A-rin muttered it under her breath. The kid who usually passed out in seconds was still awake at this hour. Her intentions were obvious. After a moment of standing there, Seong Yu-jin sauntered over with a sly grin.
"Have a good time? How was the vibe?"
"Wh-what the hell are you talking about. I just met up with a friend."
"Just a friend, huh~ And that 'friend' had you coming to me for outfit recs?"
Yeah, that excuse wasn't going to fly. She hadn't even mentioned the other person's gender, but Yu-jin already seemed convinced it was a guy. Nothing she could do about that. Seong A-rin sighed and gave a vague answer.
"...I dunno. We just hung out a bit."
You couldn't exactly call sex "hanging out a bit," but there was no need to mention that. It was easier to just let her think whatever she wanted. She wiped the smile off her face and let out a world-weary sigh. It was an act, of course — she just didn't want to give anything away — but luckily Yu-jin seemed to buy it. Probably in the worst possible way.
"Ah... well, you are kind of hopeless with guys. Maybe it didn't go so well. Chin up, it's okay!"
"Do you actually want to die?"
The casual consolation made Seong A-rin deeply annoyed. The conversation had gone great. The relationship had progressed just fine. Yu-jin automatically assuming the worst was starting to get on her nerves. Still, it was the reaction she'd been hoping for. If Yu-jin thought that, she wouldn't keep pestering her. So it worked out in her favor. Seong A-rin glared at her sister for a moment, then sighed and went on.
"Hah, whatever. I'm tired. Move."
She needed to get to her room, fast. Honestly, she'd been on edge the entire conversation, terrified Yu-jin would catch the smell. She was actually tired, too. She just wanted to collapse into bed.
"Ah, fine. I'll let you off the hook tonight."
Thankfully, she stepped aside without a fight. Seong A-rin walked past her little sister and headed straight for her room. With every footstep, her bedroom door drew closer. The moment her hand closed around the doorknob, something occurred to her.
"Oh, right. Yu-jin."
"Hmm?"
She turned back to look at her sister, who tilted her head. She'd gotten help, after all. She owed her at least this much.
"Is there any chicken you've been craving? I'll buy it for you tomorrow."
"Oh? What's the occasion?"
"Nothing. I just feel like treating you."
"Hmm... nothing's coming to mind right now. Can I think about it and tell you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Seriously though, what's going on? No take-backs later, okay?"
"I won't take it back. Just make sure you tell me tomorrow."
With that, Seong A-rin actually went into her room. From beyond the door came her sister's voice, humming, Chicken~ chicken~
She hung her clothes on the hanger in a heap and collapsed onto the bed in just her underwear. She couldn't exactly run the washing machine at this hour, so she figured she'd sneak a load in tomorrow morning.
"Ugh, my back..."
The moment she lay down, her back — compressed for so long — screamed in protest. Her body, which had been moving all day, seemed to be wailing. But even that pain couldn't hold back the happiness welling up inside her.
"Hehe."
The memory of what happened at the motel brought an automatic smile to her face. Today's sex had felt especially good. It'd been a little rough, sure... but she'd always preferred it that way. She remembered getting pretty worked up because of it. Those cold, sharp eyes and that cutting presence of his. His looks had suited the situation perfectly, and she'd loved that.
Especially that last part... that was incredible...
She recalled the moment Lee Se-won had climbed on top of her and pounded into her without mercy. Both arms completely pinned, unable to even put up a proper fight, her body crushed beneath him as a fierce pressure enveloped her. It had hurt a little, honestly... but thinking back, that might have been the best part. How many times had she fantasized about exactly that, only to have it happen in real life? How could she not get turned on? Just thinking about it, she felt herself getting wet again.
"...Just once more?"
She hesitated for a moment, then slid her fingers down and pushed them into her pussy. She'd already had more than enough sex at the motel, but she figured she had at least one more orgasm in her via masturbation. Seong A-rin decided to use what had just happened as a side dish and get herself off one more time.
A wet squelch answered her as a small moan slipped out. "Ahh..." The slick, messy inside of her pussy met her fingers. The semen Lee Se-won had pumped into her was still there, coating her from within. Squish, squelch — every movement found that slippery, milky fluid.
"Hnnn..."
Seong A-rin still couldn't believe it. A man's semen, filling her up inside. White, milky sperm dirtying the walls of her pussy. The thought of it seized her with a deep, dense satisfaction. It was something she'd only ever dreamed of. Having sex with a man who even matched her tastes. Something she'd kept tucked away as nothing more than a fantasy.
She'd always thought of herself as a realist. There was no such thing as romance in this world. And even if there was, it would never come looking for someone like her. So she'd always been quick to give up on dreams that were never going to come true. A timid girl like her had a hard enough time meeting a guy in real life. And even if she somehow managed it, getting him to match her tastes was next to impossible. So she'd kept her fantasies as fantasies, and settled for commissioning art to bring them to life, even just a little. She'd thought that was the furthest she could ever dream.
"Nnhh...!"
But who could have guessed things would turn out like this. The artist she'd commissioned without a second thought had turned out to be a guy, and she'd met him in real life and ended up having sex with him. It was like a dream. The kind of thing that only happened in comics. To Seong A-rin, Lee Se-won was a dream inside reality — someone who could make her fantasies come true. And on top of that... on top of that...
I was his first...
After they'd gone at it at the motel, they'd lain in bed for a while, talking comfortably. It was strange. The conversations they'd had fully clothed had been painfully awkward. But talking while completely naked had felt so easy. Maybe people really did need to communicate with their bodies first. She'd even thought that.
Anyway, Seong A-rin and Lee Se-won had chatted lightly after sex. Teasing each other now and then, groping each other's bodies... it had been a happy time. And that was when she'd heard something astonishing. Just as he'd been her first, she had been his first, too. It was hard to believe. He'd seemed so experienced, and it turned out he was just like her. But at the same time, it wasn't that hard to believe. He'd insisted on it pretty firmly, and there was no real reason for him to lie about something like that. The thought of it filled her with automatic joy. First times were always precious.
"Hngh... hnnn..."
Seong A-rin used that joy as fuel and sped up her fingers. Biting back the moans spilling out of her, she kept thrusting into her entrance. Every movement of her fingers sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her nerves.
But.
"Something's... missing."
After a long stretch of masturbating, she stopped her fingers just short of climax. She probably could have come just like this, but something felt incomplete. She had plenty of side dish. What she was missing was the finishing blow. Is there anything else I can use as a side dish...? She glanced around the room.
And then she found it. Her skirt, hanging neatly on the hanger. Or more precisely, the semen staining that skirt. She got up from the bed and walked toward it.
One step. Then another. With each step, the faint scent of semen grew stronger. Up close, the black skirt was quite thoroughly stained. The semen she hadn't been able to swallow — the load she'd coughed up onto her skirt. There'd been so much of it that she could still taste that musky scent in her mouth. She let out a small, wry laugh and grumbled under her breath.
"That's just mean... how was I supposed to swallow all of that..."
There wasn't a shred of actual resentment in the complaint. Some people said semen tasted like strawberry milk. It did not. Maybe it was because she'd had pasta for dinner, but it had been pretty salty and fishy. The texture was slick and slimy, like fermented soybeans... even being generous, you couldn't call it tasty.
"......"
But then why did it keep turning her on? It was definitely fishy and didn't taste good. And yet it had this strangely addictive quality. Is this what they mean by cocaine...? She thought that as she buried her face in her skirt. Then she took a slow, deep breath.
"Ssshh—haah."
Along with a stuffy, uncomfortable sensation, that faint musky scent sank deep into her lungs and came back out. Every corner of her body was being dirtied by him. She started moving her fingers again.
"Hnn..."
In a room so silent even the insects made no sound, the wet squelching of her fingers rang out loudly.
"Just a little more..."
She breathed in the scent for a while, then stuck out her tongue. A pervert, burying her face in her own skirt to get off... a flicker of self-loathing passed through her, but it was well within what she could live with.
...I couldn't swallow it all this time.
This was practice for next time. If that situation ever came up again, she was determined to swallow every last drop. Yeah. So this was practice. A training exercise to get used to the smell of semen. She rationalized it that way, and—
A soft kiss. She pressed her lips to the stained spot. Carefully. Quietly. As if she were kissing him.
The orgasm came pretty easily.