The Morning Ritual
"Who told you to get a hard-on the second you opened your eyes without my permission?"
I stared at Nayeon, who was fuming with rage, trembling as if I were sitting on a bed of thorns. It seemed she had absolutely no idea I was coming today. I let out a deep, internal sigh, shaking my head in frustration at Nayeon's mother for putting me in this position. '...Did she really forget to tell her daughter I was coming over? Honestly, both mother and daughter have a screw loose...'
Regardless, since I’d already been paid, I felt I had to do something. I forced a smile and muttered to Nayeon, "Well... your mother asked me to look after you for the day... Um, let's see... Now that you're up, do you want to have some breakfast, Nayeon...?"
Nayeon glared at me with a sour expression and grumbled, "Forget it. I just woke up to pee. And I don't need someone like you looking after me, so get lost and go back to your own place."
With that, she turned away with a huff, stomped into the bathroom, and slammed the light switch on. Once she had slammed the bathroom door shut, I could only guess what she was doing by the sounds echoing through the quiet house. As soon as she entered, I heard her slide her panties down to her knees, plop down onto the toilet seat, and release a steady stream of urine. A moment later, the stream stopped, and I heard her tear off a piece of toilet paper, wipe herself, and flush the toilet with a loud whoosh.
After she stood up and pulled her panties back up to her waist—followed by the distinct snap of the elastic—she shuffled toward the sink in her bathroom slippers. That was the last sound I heard for a while. She was likely staring into the mirror above the sink, silently and intensely doing something.
It was quite a while before she finally turned on the faucet, gave her hands a rough wash, shook off the water, and stepped out of the bathroom. All that time, I had been standing in front of her room, fidgeting with my fingers, unable to decide what to do. Nayeon looked me up and down with a blunt, annoyed expression and muttered, "...What are you doing? Are you deaf? I told you to get lost, didn't I?"
However, her bangs looked a bit more groomed than they had earlier. She must have spent some time meticulously fixing her messy hair in front of the mirror before coming out to face me. She brushed past me coldly and slammed her bedroom door shut behind her.
I didn't dare try to stop her, so I stood there like a statue, head bowed, wiggling my toes. '...What do I do? I expected it to be hard, but this is really something else... Do I have to endure a whole day of being treated like this...? Should I just turn around and leave...? No, if I do that, I won't get paid...'
I let my shoulders slump in the darkness and swallowed hard. Standing in the same spot with such an uneasy feeling made my feet go numb. Just then, Nayeon’s door swung open again, and she burst out, her face twisted in a fierce scowl. I jumped in surprise, backing away with a terrified expression.
"...Hey, you f*cking idiot."
"Y-yeah...?"
"Why are you still standing there? I told you to get lost."
"...W-well... I have an appointment... with your mother..."
"...F*ck. If you bring up my mom one more time, I’ll actually kill you."
"U-ugh... O-okay..."
"......"
Nayeon crossed her arms, looking me over with a dissatisfied expression. After a moment, she cast her eyes downward and muttered under her breath, ".......Standing there like that is so f*cking distracting I can't sleep, dammit."
"Ah, s-sorry... I'll go somewhere else, then..."
As I stammered a terrified reply and started to move away, Nayeon glared at me, opened her door a bit wider, and spat out, "....Or just come into my room."
She turned on her heel, shoved her hands into her pajama pockets, and walked back into the dim room. I swallowed hard, hesitated for a long time, and then cautiously followed her inside. Nayeon’s room, plunged in darkness, was even messier than usual. It was likely because her mother hadn't been home yesterday to clean up. The dirty room smelled more strongly of a teenage girl than usual. It was a mixture of the panties, socks, and gym clothes scattered everywhere, the damp towel she’d thrown on the chair after showering the day before, and various cosmetics left open on the vanity. Since her mother wasn't there, Nayeon certainly wouldn't have opened a window to ventilate the room, so all these odors had been trapped and concentrated in the small space for at least a day.
The scent of a female, thick and sweet, concentrated in a room all day during a time of peak hormonal activity, was enough to make anyone dizzy upon first inhalation. Of course, perhaps this smell was only noticeable to me, as Nayeon returned to her bed and flopped down as if nothing were wrong. I stood in the middle of the room, fidgeting and unsure of what to do. Nayeon turned her head slightly and muttered to me, "....Hey."
"Y-yeah...?"
"....You lie down here, too."
"Wh-what.... T-together...?"
While I hesitated, Nayeon wiggled her body over to make space for me and stared up at me again. Eventually, I approached her bed and cautiously lay down. As soon as I did, Nayeon turned onto her side to face me.
"....Heh."
Suddenly, a sound like a laugh echoed in the darkness. I cautiously looked up and saw Nayeon staring right at my face, smiling. "...You actually came when I told you to, you crazy bastard..."
"U-ugh....."
Feeling humiliated, I blushed and looked down. Nayeon giggled at me, then tucked the blanket over us and whispered affectionately, "Sleep well, then."
"Y-yeah...."
Nayeon closed her eyes and stayed still, soon drifting off to sleep with soft, rhythmic breathing. I lay next to her, feeling confused and restless for a while, but soon, exhausted from the recent string of events, I drifted off to sleep as well.
I slept in Nayeon's bed with her for about three more hours before finally waking up. In truth, I was half-forced awake because something heavy was covering my face, making it impossible to breathe. Just before I suffocated, I managed to open my eyes and look around. Everything was pitch black, as if blocked by something.
"...Snore..... Snore....."
Nayeon was lying face-down on top of me, her soft stomach completely covering my face. Her high body temperature made it stiflingly hot. I wondered how we could have ended up in this position while lying side-by-side, but regardless, my priority was to wake her up to survive. I grabbed her arm, shook it gently, and tried to wake her up.
"N-Nayeon....? Could you wake up for a second...? I can't breathe...."
"....Hnn....? Mmm...... Eeh.....?"
When I woke her, Nayeon sat up slowly with messy hair and stared blankly down at me, pinned beneath her. Her mind clearly hadn't fully loaded yet; she squinted at me, looking at me with a dazed, suspicious expression. Then, as if she finally remembered what happened a few hours ago, her expression softened, and she whispered languidly, "...Hey."
"Y-yeah...?"
"....Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
"U-ugh....? Mmph...."
As soon as I did as I was told out of fear, Nayeon kissed me, greedily sucking on my tongue as if she were trying to swallow it whole in a morning deep kiss. Nayeon hugged me tight, pressing her body against mine with arms that still lacked morning strength. She closed her eyes, mixing her tongue with mine in a lewd, wet dance.
"Ngh.... Mmph..... Gulp, gulp....."
Nayeon’s thick saliva flowed into my throat, and I was forced to swallow it down. For over ten minutes, she tilted her head this way and that, sucking on my tongue like a starving person, before finally pulling away and looking down at me with a satisfied gaze.
"....Haa, haa, haaa.... Hah....!"
Just then, Nayeon poked at the hard, erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen with her knee and said in a challenging tone, ".....F*ck, what is this? Who told you to get a hard-on the second you opened your eyes without my permission? You wanna die?"
"N-no, this is just a natural physiological response because it's morning..."
"Shut up, you f*cker. You're dead today...."
With that, Nayeon pressed her lips back onto mine and simultaneously pulled my penis out of my pants, beginning to jerk me off with violent, rhythmic motions.