Sweat-Drenched Allure and Midnight Stew
Part 1
Since it was home of all places, Jina's outfit was incredibly skimpy. A thin crop top that barely covered her chest up top, and just a single pair of panties down below, same as this morning. It would've been perfect if they'd been black lace like earlier, but the gray sports panties weren't half bad either. If anything, they felt even more provocative. They say gray is the sluttiest panty color... Just moments ago, I'd thought that was bullshit—panties are obviously black, duh—but now I could see it was spot on. Plain gray panties have low sex appeal on their own. But what if they're soaked with something? That's when it shows. The kind of view only gray panties can provide.
Fuck... It was taking everything I had to keep my eyes from drifting downward. And I couldn't look up top either. That was no safer. What the hell kind of workout had she done to get that drenched in sweat? Beads of it dotted her skin everywhere, making me wonder. The real killer was the glimpse of cleavage between her crop top. A couple drops clung there, and damn if I didn't want to lick them off. They probably tasted sweet, those ones. Anyway, point was, Jina right now was dangerous. I gulped involuntarily and took a step back. She looked at me curiously, then smirked wryly.
"Oh, sorry. Smell sweaty?"
She was right—it did smell. But not in a bad way. More like her natural scent. Or maybe the body wash she used; it wafted strongly from her.
"N-not really..."
I shook my head, and she lifted one arm, burying her nose in it to sniff. The exposed armpit that revealed nearly drove me insane. Smooth and well-groomed, glistening with sweat... it was just hot. Right now, Jina was a walking hentai panel.
"So why'd you come down? Late-night snack?"
She tossed out the same question from earlier, oblivious or not to my mouth turning into the Sahara in real time.
"Nah, I figured Aunt Gayeong might be hungry after work, so I thought I'd whip something up."
"Oh? You're growing up."
Her hand ruffled my hair, and the full, voluminous breasts wrapped in thin fabric jiggled with the motion. The sweat beads there might as well have been hit by an earthquake. One precarious drop in her cleavage slid right down the valley.
"Gonna finish my cooldown and shower."
She pulled her hand away and trotted past me toward the mat in the middle of the living room. I stole a glance—her ass, hugged by those damp panties, swayed left and right like it was teasing me. I watched for a beat too long before fleeing to the kitchen. If I kept staring, something was gonna happen.
Not yet. Not yet.
Best way to clear my head: focus on a task. I rummaged through the fridge.
Side dishes...
I could pad it out with those, but just sides felt lacking, so add a stew and one main. Stew, huh. What kind? There was leftover pork shoulder from breakfast's spicy pork stir-fry. High choice between gochujang stew or kimchi stew... kimchi it was. Main dish: rolled eggs. Kimchi stew and rolled omelet. Cheat code combo right there. Scoop up that red broth with meat, mix into rice, big bite, then chase with rolled egg...
Fuuuck... Just imagining it had my mouth watering. Well, assuming they're tasty. But kimchi stew and rolled eggs? I got this. Ten years solo living, more if you count the starving artist days.
Alright, first...
I sliced the pork smaller than bite-sized, sandwiched in paper towels to press out blood, dumped into a pot, and stir-fried. Once the outside browned, add water. One extra thing...
This.
A spoonful of shrimp sauce straight in. Now wait. Till the fat melts into the broth. Meanwhile, I chopped veggies, tofu, kimchi for stew and eggs, set aside.
In they go.
Kimchi first. Broth turned red; seasoned with soy sauce for soup, minced garlic, gochugaru.
Tofu too.
By serving time, it'd soak up broth—pop in mouth, spicy savoriness bursts with the tofu creaminess.
Damn, drooling...
Could add onion, but skipping for Japanese-style eggs. Sweet-savory stew plus sweet eggs? Nah. Balance sweet and salty. Tiny bit of sugar though—0.3 spoon? Tames the fresh kimchi bite. Then cheongyang peppers for heat, green onion for depth. Lid on.
Leave that be...
Needs 20 more minutes for kimchi to soften. Time for eggs. Ingredients ready: six eggs, tsuyu, mirin. Crack and whisk all, strain through sieve. Not mandatory, but even color. Pretty food tastes better. Mix in tsuyu, mirin, fine-chopped veggies, stir to avoid clumps...
No egg pan.
Oil a regular pan, pour some in. Repeat: roll as it sets. Could do more rolls, but three layers best texture. Transferred the rectangular stack to a plate when—
"What? Done already?"
A fresh scent hit with her slightly surprised voice. Weight on my right shoulder. Glanced over: Jina, chin on my shoulder, mouth in a cute 'O'.
Way closer than usual—I flinched. If I'd turned at her voice, faces colliding wouldn't be all. Something softer below would've too.
"Oh, sorry."
Realizing her proximity, she flashed an awkward smile and stepped back. Now she was damp in a different way. Fresh from shower? Every move released a floral-cherry scent. Damp skin plus sweet aroma—different destruction from her sweaty state. My brain was short-circuiting, but she peeked under the bubbling pot lid, inhaling.
Her torso leaned forward naturally. Black tank top underneath: nothing. No bra, so her breasts swung dynamically with the tilt. While I ogled, she waved over the steaming kimchi stew, savoring.
"Ooh..."
Good idea struck. Was gonna taste-test final seasoning anyway. Perfect chance.
"Hey sis, taste this?"
"Huh? Sure."
She nodded. Instead of handing spoon, I scooped broth, palm under to catch drips, blew to cool the rising steam.
"Here."
Her reaction? Adorably out-of-character for her charisma. Eh? Frozen like that.
Jackpot. My improv hit.
"Hurry."
She snapped out of it.
"Uh, yeah..."
Dazed nod, then parted lips and slurped it up.
"How's it? Not bland?"
"Huh? No, it's—delicious?"
"Nothing else needed?"
"Nah, perfect as is."
"Hmm, yeah?"
I tilted head, took a sip myself. Same spoon. Her eyes followed— not imagination.
"Yeah, good to go."
Awkward silence fell.
She broke it. "Need help?"
"Huh?"
"Setting the table."
"Hell yeah, easier for me."
She joined, pulling sides. Grabbed utensils...
Two sets? Oh.
Extra spoon and chopsticks—for her.
"No diet?"
"Once won't hurt. Won't hurt."
Her call. I shrugged with a smirk.
"Plus, starved from workout, and you waft this smell? Can't resist."
"True. My bad."
"Right? So I'll punish you by eating it all."
Grinning, she scooped rice, packed her bowl tight.
"Auntie might be late? Due soon."
"Call her?"
"Yeah, don't want it cold."
"Reheat if needed."
"Fresh is best."
Chatting like that, setting table—
"What, thought you vanished... oh."
Sena appeared from stairs, frowning at us bustling.
"What're you two doing?"
Wondering why table at this hour?
"Auntie's off soon."
"Ah."
She nodded, remembering.
"Why down so early? Stream over?"
"Yeah, collab—started early."
Jina eyed Sena warily, like spotting a rival. Worried she'd crash the meal? I suggested:
"You eating too, sis?"
"What's it?"
"Kimchi stew. Oh, rolled eggs too."
Hooked on eggs. Sena shook her long dyed-brown hair vigorously, nodding yes.
Tsk.
Jina's tongue-click at Sena.
With Sena seated, Gayeong finally got home from her day. Door opened; I wiped damp hands on apron, hurried over.
"Huh? What's that smell?"
"Welcome back! Figured you'd be hungry, so made something simple."
"You, Yuhan?"
"Who else..."
She looked touched. I smiled, hand out.
"Bag here. Eat before it cools."
I caught it then. Her face shifted subtly, just for a second.