Sudden Kitchen Intrusion
Choi Hwayeong had no idea how to process the situation as she watched Kim Seongcheol barge into her kitchen without warning and start cooking. She had replied to his text about thirty minutes ago—something along the lines of “do whatever you want” when he asked if it was okay to eat together. But she never expected that the junior would walk straight into her kitchen unannounced and cook lunch for her himself.
A small doubt about him began to surface. Just what kind of logic drove him to act this way? Still, she lacked the courage to point it out directly.
“We’ve got eggs, instant rice… Ah, there’s Spam too.”
“……”
“How about fried rice? Looks like we’ll only have eggs and ham to work with.”
“D-do whatever you want…”
So he really intended to cook. She had assumed he would just order delivery from somewhere nearby and use the waiting time to have sex with her. Choi Hwayeong, who had only just begun to feel at ease, let out a small sigh in her heart at the realization that they wouldn’t be able to be intimate until at least after lunch.
Is he just oblivious, or does he really have no interest in sleeping with me…?
Unable to read his intentions, she took another drag from the tar cigarette in her hand. It was something she had once loved, yet because of the strange tension, she couldn’t taste anything.
-Sizzle…
Oil hit the heated frying pan, and the sound of evenly sliced Spam pieces being stir-fried filled the air. At the same time, a rather appetizing smell began to spread through the fifteen-pyeong space that had previously been filled with a stuffy odor.
-Gurgle…
Though she had been annoyed by his actions at first, once the sounds and smells reached her ears and nose, Choi Hwayeong’s body naturally began sending signals of hunger. It made sense—she hadn’t eaten anything for nearly forty hours. It wasn’t that she had skipped meals for the sake of dieting; her senses had simply been focused elsewhere, on something stronger than the desire to eat.
After discovering her sexual desire for the first time, she had spent several days absorbed in masturbation, so her body was now completely empty after missing quite a few meals. The moment she remembered the hunger she had barely managed to forget, her body began reacting in another way.
I really am… hungry.
She lightly pressed a hand against her stomach where the sound had escaped, glancing at him to check if he had heard the loud noise. Fortunately, he seemed too focused on the frying pan in front of him to have noticed.
Watching Kim Seongcheol add ham, eggs, and three servings of instant rice to the pan and stir it around, she found herself thinking that he was surprisingly good at cooking, contrary to appearances.
…Come to think of it, if he was going to be her husband, he should at least be able to cook. Since she could earn the money anyway, a man who was good at housework was exactly the kind of husband she needed. Especially on days like today, when she inevitably missed a meal, having someone take care of it like this was nice.
Anyway, she had already seen his cleaning skills two weeks ago, so Choi Hwayeong began raising her evaluation of her junior little by little in her mind. And when it came to nighttime activities…
That memory had been quite satisfying for her. She knew to some extent that reaching climax so many times during her first experience wasn’t exactly normal. Though his movements seemed somewhat driven by desire, she vaguely remembered how he had been careful not to hurt her despite their significant size difference. Above all, since her body already craved physical intimacy with him, the other evaluation points didn’t really matter.
“Should I keep it lightly seasoned, or make it saltier?”
“…Saltier.”
“Got it, then.”
He seemed to glance her way for a moment while cooking, then quickly turned his attention back to the fried rice in the pan. Only then did Choi Hwayeong realize that she was showing him her fully exposed chest as if she were trying to seduce him. Yet her junior showed no particular reaction to her body—he simply answered and turned away again.
Even though it hadn’t been intentional, the moment her body, which she had deliberately left open as if tempting him, was met with nothing, she felt hollow.
…Two weeks ago, he had said things like “I can’t help it because you’re seducing me like this,” but had his sexual desire for her really completely disappeared in just two weeks? Choi Hwayeong began seriously considering whether she should swallow her pride from now on and bring up the topic of sleeping together more directly.
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“Saltier, then.”
At the sight of Hwayeong’s figure that suddenly caught his eye, he had nearly thrown aside the cooking and pounced on her. He had thought the same thing the first time they met, but Hwayeong really did have a habit of showing defenseless postures that unconsciously seduced him. The way she thrust her ample breasts and firm thighs toward him without even properly buttoning up.
Moreover, since he had already touched them once, his desire for them only grew stronger. He wanted to roughly knead Hwayeong’s breasts again, which had felt as soft as giant water balloons. He wanted to pull her smooth thighs toward him and push his cock into her tight insides.
Lost in thought about the various emotions that had suddenly risen, he stared at his senior’s body in a daze for a moment.
“…Got it, then.”
There had been quite a long silence, so Hwayeong had probably noticed his gaze. At least, that was what he wanted to believe. Only then could he interpret the sight of her leaving the front of her white coat unbuttoned as having some kind of meaning.
The fact that she showed no sign of trying to hide her skin even after noticing his gaze meant she also desired some level of intimacy with him. Wanting to interpret it that way, he deliberately concluded that Hwayeong had remained still even after noticing his gaze.
…In reality, she had probably just been too focused on smoking her tar cigarette to care, or perhaps she simply found buttoning up annoying. Forcing those massive breasts into the coat and buttoning it up would indeed be an uncomfortable act for Hwayeong…
After briefly imagining in his head something that she would probably consider rude if she found out, he divided the fried rice between two plates he had taken from the cupboard.
“Let’s eat, Senior.”
It wouldn’t be the best meal in the world that would make her eyes light up the moment she tasted it. Still, it would be enough material to imprint his existence as a man in Hwayeong’s mind.
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Two plates of ham and egg fried rice were placed on the table. One for her, one for her junior Seongcheol. The refrigerator was completely empty, so there were no proper side dishes, but the man sitting across from her didn’t seem particularly bothered by that.
“Let’s eat, Senior.”
“Ah, yeah…”
“Thanks for the meal.”
“…Thanks for the meal.”
Even though they were simply sharing a meal, Choi Hwayeong felt as if this scene was strangely heart-fluttering. It wasn’t delivery from somewhere—it was a meal cooked by the man sitting at the table. They were eating in her personal space rather than some open, public area. And since they were two people who had shared their bodies once before, it would be strange not to attach any meaning to this shared meal.
“……”
Yet she still lacked the courage to bring up having sex after the meal, so Choi Hwayeong simply focused silently on the food in front of her. The moment she scooped up a spoonful of the fried rice that smelled delicious and put it in her mouth, she felt as if the hunger that had lasted three days was finally being satisfied.
“Is the seasoning okay?”
Nod nod. Choi Hwayeong’s head bobbed up and down vigorously with a positive meaning. Not only was it okay—it was completely to her liking. Part of it was because it was the first meal she had eaten in a while, but even more so, the fact that it was cooked by a man she had strong feelings for filled both her physical and mental satisfaction.
Because of that, Choi Hwayeong momentarily forgot about how she should bring up the topic of sex and focused on the meal in front of her.
“Eat slowly, you’ll choke.”
“……Okay.”
Only after hearing his words did Choi Hwayeong feel a shameful emotion rise up, wondering if she had been eating too greedily. She had lived her life without caring at all about how others perceived her, yet for some reason, she wanted to show only her best side to the man in front of her.
Even if she couldn’t become the ideal female image with a tall, toned body, she thought she could sufficiently show the knowledge she possessed as a senior in life, or the composure of a detached adult. She still hadn’t realized that such things were commonly called “acting like a know-it-all” in society.
“How many days have you been starving? You’re eating like you’re starving.”
“Yeah.”
“What?”
“It’s not several days, but I haven’t eaten anything since the evening before last.”
“……”
“It’s not like I was dieting or anything, I just didn’t have an appetite…”
She couldn’t bring herself to say that she had skipped meals because she was absorbed in masturbation, so she deliberately phrased it differently and added an explanation. For some reason, she felt ashamed, as if her deviant behavior had been discovered, so she lowered her head and continued eating. That was why Choi Hwayeong didn’t notice.
“……”
The fact that her junior Seongcheol, upon hearing that she hadn’t eaten anything since the evening before last, was now directing a sinister smile toward her.