Those Who Say "Just You Wait"
Yeo-eun really must have needed the bathroom urgently.
I had worried she might be sulking or upset, but thankfully there was no trace of that on her face.
“Then you should consider doing live streams too. Plenty of viewers in my chat keep saying they want to watch you study, after all.”
We were on our way home after grabbing dinner outside, picking back up on the streaming discussion that had started over our meal.
“If I stream on my own, wouldn't that pull viewers away from your channel?”
“Well, that's true, but...”
Yeo-eun knew I had been wanting to try uploading to MeTube. Because of that, she had suggested doing live study streams, pointing out that going live could help the channel grow faster.
“Still, that's only natural. Honestly, I've benefited a ton thanks to you up until now, Jeongseo.”
“That's what I mean. Wouldn't it be better if I kept helping you?”
“I need to handle my own stream myself. It's not like you're never going to appear on mine again anyway, right?”
She admitted that she could easily expand her stream using me, and that she had felt the temptation to do so. But growing a broadcast that way only piled up hollow numbers. For the long haul, it was far better to build steady growth using her own content. She told me not to worry, saying that phase had simply arrived a little sooner than expected.
“If receiving donations while you study feels burdensome, you can just turn them off. But as long as you make things clear beforehand, you don't really have to stress over it.”
“How could I just ignore them?”
“No, seriously. If people still donate after you clearly announce that there won't be shoutouts or reactions, then... that's just pure fan support.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah. They're tipping just out of gratitude that you're streaming at all. So you can leave it at that.”
As my senior in the industry, she offered plenty of thoughtful advice. Our conversation carried on all the way to the station and onto the subway.
“Also, if you want to make this your actual job, consistency is everything.”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“There are so many factors to weigh. You have to think it through carefully.”
At first, I had assumed she was nudging me to just dive headfirst into streaming. That had been the context of our chat, especially after she suggested the study sessions. But hearing her out to the end, she wasn't telling me to start recklessly at all.
“It's great if you can succeed doing what you actually enjoy. That's what everyone wants.”
“.....”
“I'm not saying you should spend every waking minute overthinking it either, though. You get what I mean, right?”
“Got it. I'll give it serious thought.”
She told me to ask anytime if other questions or worries came up. Having someone walking that path ahead of me by my side really was tremendous good fortune.
“Noona.”
“Hm?”
Once we boarded the train, our conversation paused for a moment. Unlike the afternoon, the subway car was loud and crowded, with quite a few passengers who had clearly been drinking.
“There are so many ads like that. You don't have any interest in doing it, do you?”
“Ah, breast reduction surgery? I used to want it back in the day.”
The subway line we rode was plastered with plastic surgery clinics targeting women.
“But there are a lot of side effects, aren't there? People say it's dangerous.”
“Side effects?”
“Yeah. I don't know the exact medical details, but...”
Aside from the surgical risks themselves, breast reduction was infamous for several complications. It could permanently dull erotic sensitivity, and it often caused severe complications with breastfeeding later on.
“Especially since they say the more volume they remove, the riskier it gets.”
“I see.”
“Mom was against it too. She firmly believes in living with the body nature gave you.”
Our mother strongly opposed taking a knife to one's body for cosmetic reasons. Yeo-eun chuckled, playfully teasing that Mom was just an old-fashioned traditionalist.
“You can't ever get that surgery, Noona. Understood?”
“Hehe. Fine, I get it. I don't really think about it anymore anyway. Not like I have the cash for it either.”
“No, I'm serious. I like them big.”
I pushed up onto my tiptoes to whisper directly into her ear. A vivid flush bloomed across her cheeks.
“Yeah. I definitely won't. Don't worry.”
Securing her promise put me in a remarkably good mood. I cast a discreet glance around our surroundings. Tucked into the corner of the car, her tall frame shielded me almost entirely from view.
Rustle.
“Ngh... Jeongseo?”
“It's fine. Nobody can see from this angle.”
“No... that's not it. It's hard for me to hold back...”
“Well, I like it.”
I slid my hand down into the plunging neckline of her one-piece dress, lifting the edge of her bra. My fingers sank into the plush, pillowy warmth of her breast. Lightly, I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my fingertips.
“Stop... stop it...”
“Why? You like this too, don't you?”
“Hnngh...”
Terrified that someone might notice, she held her breath. For the exact same reason, she remained completely frozen in place, utterly surrendering her chest to my touch. The rest of the ride home flew by in an instant.
We arrived back at the house. Sitting in my room, I waited for her to come in.
Just what kind of favor is she going to ask for?
I had half-expected her to ask to shower together. Yet even when I headed into the bathroom alone, she had merely flashed a sly, mischievous grin without pressing the issue.
Click—
“Noona, knock first—”
“Oops! Sorry!”
Tap, tap, tap.
She belatedly tapped on the doorframe, completely naked as if it were the most natural state in the world. I found myself wondering whether I ought to buy her some pretty lingerie. Watching her bounce around the house stark naked with those heavy breasts swinging freely could occasionally be a bit distracting. If I bought her delicate underwear, maybe she'd at least wear it during moments like this.
“Pick one!”
“Pick? Between these two?”
“Yep! This is my request. Though it'd be even better if you agreed to both!”
Despite being completely bare, she held an item in each hand. One was a frilly apron trimmed with white lace. That choice was completely out of the question, but I couldn't quite identify what was in her other hand.
“What's that?”
“Ah, well, this one's a little...”
“What is it?”
“Kind of like a toy. Look... see?”
At first glance, it had looked like athletic wrist guards. She set the lace apron aside and popped open the buckle attached to the strap.
Clack.
“Hehehe. Ta-da! What do you think? Handcuffs. For your wrists. And these go around your ankles.”
They weren't wrist guards at all; they were adult novelty restraints.
“Why do you even own crap like that?”
“Hmm... you really wanna know?”
A strange, giddy expression washed over her face. Whatever she was imagining, her cheeks flushed bright pink and her lips parted in a dazed grin.
“Ugh, forget it. I'll go with that. The cuffs.”
“Huh? Really? Are you sure? We could just do the apron...”
“How is that strip of lace even an apron? Absolutely not.”
In truth, I hadn't had a real choice from the start. Even if the alternative had been worse than handcuffs, I still would have chosen it over that ridiculous apron.
“You chose this yourself, remember.”
“Don't get carried away. I'm only going along with this because you were being pushy.”
“I know... but I bought these quite a while ago. You know, um... if it gets too overwhelming at any point, just say so.”
She stepped closer, holding the cuffs out. Her nipples stood stiff and erect, her expression saturated with arousal. Yet beneath all that excitement, a faint trace of worry colored her voice. I had expected her to pounce immediately.
“See? It's designed like this. It's soft faux leather, and look at this latch right here. You can undo it with one hand.”
“I see it.”
“So it's not actual restraint. Think of it more like roleplay.”
Her eyes gleamed as if ready to devour me whole, yet her tone remained remarkably gentle.
“If it ever feels like too much, you can just pop it open. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Or just yell, 'Noona, it's too much!' Then I'll stop immediately. I promise.”
Listening to her careful explanation, I realized what she was truly fretting over. She was worried that I might still be carrying lingering trauma. She feared that having my limbs secured might trigger awful memories of being trapped. Her emphasizing that she had bought them 'a while ago' was her way of reassuring me that they predated the stalker incident.
“I understand. I'm really fine. Come on. Put them on.”
“Huh? Oh... right. Clothes first, though.”
She peeled off my summer pajamas, and I yielded my body to her touch without resistance. I truly didn't carry any trauma from that ordeal.
I lay back naked across the mattress, my wrists secured by the cuffs. The novelty restraints were slightly awkward, but they didn't pinch or hurt in the slightest.
“Haaah... Jeongseo. Mmh... you're so soft.”
It started innocently enough. She pressed her bare curves against mine, capturing my mouth in a slow kiss. Her lips scattered faint red marks across my neck and chest while her hands stroked softly down my frame, her gaze brimming with undisguised lust.
“Hm? Why is it... Don't worry, Noona will make you feel good right away.”
She paused for a second upon noticing my dick resting limp against my thigh. Glancing up at my face, she lowered her head without hesitation and took it into her mouth. Under normal circumstances, I would have been fully erect long before this. Seeing my member so subdued must have felt unfamiliar to her.
The sole reason I hadn't hardened was simply that I didn't care for the dynamic. Right now, I had zero control over the situation. I was only tolerating this to indulge her whim.
“Haa-up. Mmmph...”
Her mouth worked diligently over me. Keeping her lips sealed tight, she swirled her tongue in broad, wet circles, licking along the sensitive contours of the shaft before hollowing and flexing her cheeks to create firm suction.
Schluck, sluuuurp. Haaah...
Pulling hard with her lips, she drew her head upward. My half-hard cock stretched taut before slipping wetly free of her mouth. From our repeated intimacy, her oral technique had improved by leaps and bounds, showing extraordinary progress. Yet despite her efforts, I remained only semi-erect—almost as if my body was faithfully mirroring my displeasure with being bound.
“You're really off today. Are you tired?”
Seeing my slower-than-usual reaction, she seemed to conclude that physical exhaustion was the culprit.
“Did we walk around too much today? Pfft... you're still adorable, though.”
“What is?”
“You finally look like an ordinary boy for once. Even your little cock is cute like this.”
She wore a smug, triumphant smirk, clearly relishing the feeling of having the upper hand. How cheeky.
“It's just because you're bad at it, Noona.”
“Huh?”
“I'm not tired at all. It's just that you're lousy at this.”
Her teasing smirk slowly froze.
“Why you... you're going to regret saying that.”
“I'd love to see you try. I'm not scared in the slightest.”
“Ha.”
Biting her lower lip, she reached up to tie her hair back into a tight tail. The sudden movement sent her heavy breasts swaying invitingly. And right then, heat began to coil low in my gut. Seeing her visibly riled by my taunt sent a pulse of strength straight into my groin. I realized that even with my hands restricted, I could still torment her with words.
“Your pussy is a total scrub, and your mouth game isn't improving one bit either, is it?”
“You just wait.”
“People who say 'just you wait' usually—wait. What are you doing?”
She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed something else: a length of soft rope.
“I really wasn't planning on taking it this far, but... hold still.”
She snapped the metal carabiner at the end of the rope directly onto the link between my cuffs, pulled the line upward, and tied it securely to the headboard frame. My arms were hoisted high above my head in a posture of complete surrender.
“Jeongseo. Noona is going to make you feel so good you lose your mind.”
“Pfft. Sure. Give it your best shot.”
“You really asked for this... It won't do you any good begging me to stop later.”
Settling her hips firmly between my spread thighs, Yeo-eun looked down at me with eyes that had completely snapped.