Secrets of the Body
Ihyeon had scratched the exact itch that had been bothering me.
It had been a deeply troubling dilemma, yet she was the one who provided absolute reassurance. Because of that, when she spoke next, I braced myself for another heavy confession.
"Those... are all yours, Jeongseo."
"The shopping bags?"
She gestured toward the back seat.
I had noticed the cluster of shopping bags resting back there the moment I climbed into the car this morning. It had struck me as slightly odd—for an interior kept so immaculate, leaving a pile of bags sitting around didn't quite fit her meticulous nature. Still, I had brushed it off as nothing important.
"Yeah. I bought a few clothes for you. I noticed in your recent uploads that you keep wearing the same outfits over and over, so..."
"Ah."
Hearing virtually the same observation my mother had made brought a faint smile to my lips. It proved just how much close attention both of them paid to my everyday life. In any case, compared to the heavy medical revelation we had just navigated, this was hardly a crisis.
"I was afraid you'd refuse to take them... so I was planning to just shove them into your hands right before we said goodbye."
"Haha. Is that why you've been hauling them around all day? Noona, I can buy my own clothes, you know."
"I know, I know. But I just thought they'd look so pretty on you. Once I saw them, I couldn't help myself."
Glancing back toward the rear seats again, several designer logos stamped across the glossy bags caught my eye. "Aren't all of these high-end brands?"
"Not really. Designer labels aren't strictly like that these days. They have big sales all the time."
When I pressed her on how much she had spent, she skillfully deflected.
"You said I belong to you now, Jeongseo. If that's true, then my money is yours too... so can't you just accept them?"
"That's all the more reason you shouldn't throw it around so recklessly."
"I didn't throw it around! I spent it because you're worth every penny. It wasn't an overextension at all."
A brief tug-of-war ensued. Ihyeon insisted that compared to everything she had received from me, a few clothes amounted to nothing. For my part, the idea of her pouring millions of won into me over the span of a single month sat uncomfortably on my conscience.
"You're special, Jeongseo. Money doesn't matter when it comes to you. So please, just let me give you this."
"All right, I'll take them. But Noona, money does matter."
We eventually struck a compromise: I would take the bags this time, provided she reined in her spending going forward.
"Take this back too, Noona. Even if I kept it, I wouldn't understand a thing."
"Right. Should we... dispose of it?"
"Hmm... no. Let's keep it somewhere safe for now."
"Understood. I'll lock it in my safe."
"You have a safe?"
She mentioned having a small personal safe at her place.
"I'll show you the next time you come over."
"You're just fishing for an excuse to invite me over again, aren't you?"
"Hehe... how'd you catch on?"
With that adorable little scheme of hers bringing a close to our conversation, it was time to part ways. She insisted on watching me head safely inside before pulling away. Stepping out into the crisp air, I took the loaded shopping bags from her hands, both of my arms weighed down by the haul.
"Hurry on inside. Today was truly wonderful."
"It was for me too. Drive safely."
She climbed back behind the wheel and rolled down the driver's side window. After a brief hesitation, I leaned forward through the opening.
Smooch.
"Ah..."
"Keep your eyes on the road. Don't go spacing out."
"Okay... I will. Hehe."
Planting a soft kiss on her cheek left her grinning like an enraptured schoolgirl—an expression so dazed it bordered on alarming.
"Also, I'm going to send you a few pictures once I get indoors."
"Hm? Oh, did you take some with your phone too?"
"Yes. A few from our date, and a few others. Just wait until you get home to look at them."
Receiving her nod of understanding, I turned and started toward our front gate.
"Noona! Make sure you look at them alone."
"Huh? Why, what are they?"
"You'll find out when you see them."
Trading those last words across the narrowing distance, I slipped through the front door. It had been a thoroughly satisfying day.
Still... why wouldn't she let me touch her chest earlier?
Unpacking my things in my room, the question floated back into my mind. Knowing how devoted and yielding she was toward me, there seemed to be no rational reason for her to guard her breasts so fiercely.
Of course, that was looking at it from my own perspective. Almost everyone harbored at least one insecurity about their physical body. In a world where society worshipped flat, athletic chests as the pinnacle of beauty, Ihyeon's unusually lush, heavy breasts had likely been a source of deep shame.
Next time we met, I resolved to let my own body show her that she had nothing in the world to worry about.
The moment Ihyeon stepped inside her home, she pulled out her phone. Lightly tracing the cheek Jeongseo had kissed with one hand, she opened the first image notification with the other.
Thud.
"Ah..."
Her knees buckled beneath her, sending her sinking onto the foyer floor. There were plenty of innocent photos taken throughout their date, but it was the ones that followed that stole the breath from her lungs.
"Jeongseo... haaaah."
Without conscious thought, her trembling hand slid between her thighs. Her eyes remained locked onto the selfies glowing on the screen.
Jeongseo was wearing her dress shirt. The buttons were undone down the collar, offering a tantalizing, shadowed glimpse of his collarbones and the pale slope of his chest. The subsequent pictures were just as devastating: angles exposing the tender sweep of his inner thighs, a shot lingering over his slender bare feet, another catching the delicate dip of his navel.
Everything indecent was technically covered, yet each frame practically dripped with effortless, suffocating sensuality. It was far more fuel than her starving imagination could bear.
"I can't just... sit here."
Scrambling to her feet in a feverish rush, Ihyeon tore off her clothes and hastily washed her hands. She hunted down the shirt Jeongseo had stripped off and left behind earlier, pulling it over her bare skin.
"Inhale... Haah... it smells like him."
Clad in nothing but her panties and his discarded shirt, Ihyeon collapsed into the chair before her vanity—the very seat Jeongseo had occupied hours before. Spreading her thighs wide, she began rocking her hips rhythmically against the cushion.
"Haaah... Jeongseo... ngh."
She surrendered herself completely to the mounting heat.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
The sudden, violent buzz of her phone shattered the reverie like dropped porcelain. Ihyeon's brow knotted in irritation.
Ihyeon had no choice but to swipe accept. If she ignored it, the woman would only ring her relentlessly until she gave in.
"Hello."
"Joy! Where are you? I swear I heard a guy's voice earlier."
"I'm home. Why are you calling? I'm busy right now, so get to the point."
"Why? Are you with a guy?"
"I'm alone... Not that it's any of your business. What do you want?"
"Aww, well, your unnie is heading to a hotel right now."
"Since when are you my unnie? Haah... I don't care about your private life, so if you don't have anything real to say, I'm hanging up."
In reality, Eom Chaerin was trudging home entirely on her own, nursing a wounded ego after being snubbed by the pretty boy she had taken out. She had dialed Ihyeon's number hoping to blow off steam by flaunting her superior romantic life, but Ihyeon's tone was sharper than usual. Chaerin hurriedly pivoted—she knew all too well that if she pushed the fabricated story any further, Ihyeon would sever the line without hesitation.
"I called because I'm worried about you!"
"Why on earth would you worry about me? I'm going to—"
"Wait, wait! You really did find a guy, didn't you?"
Irritation flared hot behind Ihyeon's eyes at having her private indulgence interrupted. She was on the verge of ending the call when Chaerin's smug drawl cut through the speaker once more.
"If you actually snagged a man, what are you going to do about your tits? You haven't slept with him yet, right?"
"I fail to see how that concerns—"
"Any guy is going to turn tail and run the second he sees those udders. Come to my clinic."
Ihyeon froze. Her gaze drifted toward the mirror, catching her own reflection. Parting the fabric of Jeongseo's shirt, she looked down at the soft, heavy mounds of her chest, biting her lower lip until it stung.
"The size alone is a disaster, but your nipples are even worse. I'm telling you this as an unnie who genuinely cares."
"I can manage my own body. Mind your own business."
"At least come in for a consultation! Surgical techniques are amazing these days, almost no complications. Are you only thinking about yourself? You have to consider the man's perspective—"
"Enough. I'm hanging up."
Click.
Ihyeon cut the call mid-sentence. There was no reason to subject herself to another second of that poison.
"Haah... how am I supposed to show this to Jeongseo?"
Yet despite hanging up, Chaerin's cruel taunts struck dead center against the insecurities she had buried for years. Ihyeon cupped the weight of her breasts in her hands, a low, miserable sigh slipping past her lips.
"Should I get reduction surgery... and correct the nipples too...?"
For the first time in her life, the thought of cosmetic surgery became a painfully real consideration.
Monday arrived.
"Welcome!"
"Boss! Hello."
"Oh? Yeoeun-ssi?"
Yeoeun swung by the cafe in the middle of the afternoon. Monday was her scheduled day off from streaming.
"I came by so Jeongseo and I can hang out after he clocks off."
"Ah~ Jeongseo, you should have told me! Go ahead and leave a little early today."
"It's fine, Boss."
I still had a full hour left on my shift. Yeoeun had simply shown up way ahead of time.
"Really, don't worry about it," Yeoeun chimed in cheerfully. "I'm the one who came early. Figured I'd relax and have some coffee for once."
"What can I get you?"
"Hmm... an iced vanilla latte, please."
Yeoeun paid and slipped into a quiet table in the corner. The Boss tried to waive the bill, but I insisted on ringing it up anyway. A few minutes later, I carried the glass over to her table myself.
"Here, Noona."
"Ooh, thank you kindly."
"Next time, come up to the counter and grab it yourself."
"Wow... you can't even do that much for your older sister?"
"Nope. Just felt like being difficult."
I stuck my tongue out at her before retreating to the counter. Watching our little routine, the Boss couldn't help stifling a chuckle.
"You two get along so well."
"Does it look that way?"
"Hehe, yes, absolutely."
She watched me with fond, amused eyes. After finishing up the dishes in the sink, I cast a quick glance over the seating area. The two remaining customers had just settled their bills and slipped out. Aside from Yeoeun, the entire floor was empty—and she was currently buried in her phone with her earphones plugged in, completely tuned out from the world.
Rustle.
"Jeongseo... your sister is right there."
"It's fine. She can't see us from that angle anyway."
Stepping up right behind the Boss, I slipped my hands beneath the hem of her skirt, pressing firmly against the fabric of her panties right over her heat. Her thighs instinctively clamped together.
"Is it still inside you?"
"No... well, not all of it, but maybe a little left? Hngh..."
At the admission that traces of my seed were still lingering within her, I curved my fingers forward, pressing deliberately against the sensitive swell beneath the silk.
"If you keep teasing me like this..."
"What will you do?"
The Boss cast a cautious glance toward the corner where Yeoeun sat. All that was visible was the curve of her back.
"I won't go easy on you either."
Keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the empty floor ahead, she reached a hand behind her back, letting her fingers close accurately around the swelling bulge between my legs.