Almost, But Not Quite

“Amazing, right?”

“Jujak? Are you insane? How could I possibly do that!”

“You need to leave right now!”

“Hehe. You know I'm joking, right?”

Not a hint of embarrassment about her.

Watching her brush the whole thing off like it was just material for the stream, I found myself thinking she was mentally tougher than I'd given her credit for.

Or maybe she just didn't think much at all.

Either way, whatever. She was cute, and that was enough.

Her pussy was pretty too, after all.

It was honestly a relief, in a way.

My plan had been to teach the guy next door a lesson.

Instead, without thinking, I'd dragged an innocent woman into it as collateral damage.

But then again, an incident getting attention meant more viewers, so it worked out in the end.

Though I doubt the woman ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠herself was exactly thrilled about it.

And so I watched her stream deep into the night yet again, only finally falling asleep well past dawn.

“Ahh... that's refreshing. Now, what do I wear?”

The moment I opened my eyes, I scanned the closet.

Empty, of course.

“Right. No clothes.”

It would be a fleeting connection at best — eight years between us — but if I was going to bed a young woman, the least I could do was show some basic courtesy.

“Should I go home and come back?”

I considered it for a moment, but I couldn't remember the last time I'd bought clothes.

Which meant there was nothing waiting for me at home either.

“Guess I'm buying some, then.”

And with that, I headed straight outside.

There was no department store nearby, but there was an outlet, so I made a beeline for it.

I picked out the cleanest, sharpest clothes I could find there, and when I spotted something pretty, I grabbed that too.

A short dress that looked like it would suit Hayun perfectly.

Bag in hand, I timed my arrival for when she'd said to come and headed to her place.

“Couldn't exactly show up empty-handed.”

“Oppa! This is supposed to be me thanking you — you can't bring me a gift!”

“It wasn't expensive.”

“I'll wear it all the time. Thank you!”

Good call bringing it.

We'd met for the first time yesterday, and already she was calling me oppa.

Not to mention she'd done her makeup all nice and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pretty.

Something about this. I was getting a feeling.

“Wow. You made all this by yourself?”

When I followed her inside, welcomed in like an old friend, I was greeted by a table so loaded with food it looked ready to collapse.

Plus a heaping mountain of rice. And on top of that, beer — apparently set out just for me.

Just how grateful was she?

I let out an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠admiring sigh and sat down at the lavish spread.

“I've been preparing since this morning. I don't know if it'll suit your taste, though.”

“I'm full just looking at it.”

“Do you drink?”

“Now and then. Well then, might as well have a little for the first time in a while.”

“I'll open it for you.”

“Thank you.”

She cracked the can open herself and handed it over.

I took a long swig and let my eyes drift toward the desk where she'd streamed until dawn.

All the equipment was cleared away — apparently she had no intention of letting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me figure out she was a BJ.

“This is so good. Wow. Seriously, this is exactly the home cooking I was picturing. Oh, right — did the police ever contact you?”

“Really? Eat plenty. The police... haven't called yet.”

“I see. If anything happens, knock on the wall. Shouting works too.”

The food was genuinely delicious.

I dug in eagerly at my first proper meal in ages, talking between bites.

And somewhere along the way, we started clinking our beer cans together, sipping away.

I'd taken a break from drinking for a long stretch.

But maybe it was because it was with her — the beer tasted sweet.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

“Oh, you've got a call.”

“Ah. Right. Excuse me a second.”

“Sure!”

I hung up the phone with a bitter taste in my mouth.

Maybe I shouldn't have looked her up at all.

Could she really bear to look me in the face and smile?

Nobody on earth wants to show the people from their past the wreck they've become.

It's the same reason I never sought out my old friends.

I'd just wanted to see her once. That was all.

My head was getting complicated.

“Tch. By the ocean, of all places...”

The moment the money went through, a message arrived with the address.

I searched the location, gauged the distance, and studied the surroundings.

Three hours and ten minutes by taxi.

A stretch of coast that wasn't even famous.

And a motel standing forlornly beside the one and only road through town.

“Who on earth stays at a motel like that? Wow.”

Whether it was actually in business was anyone's guess — from the outside it looked closer to an abandoned building.

“Eh, whatever. Tch. Let's just have a drink.”

I cut off the thought and slipped my phone back into my pocket.

Then I opened the front door I'd left ajar and stepped inside — to find her sitting at the table, nodding off.

Pfft.

No wonder she was sleepy.

She'd streamed until the small hours, long past the point where I'd given up and gone to bed first.

Even her sleeping face is pretty.

With her eyes closed, she was as docile as a deer. The baby fat hadn't fully left her face yet, so it was cute — and yet her neck was elegantly long.

Her upper body was slim enough that her collarbones stood out sharply, but her chest was heavy all the same.

I sank down across from her and let my gaze sneak down to her cleavage.

Her breasts, pressed flush together and swelling upward, formed a valley deeper than any ravine.

“Huh? Oppa...”

“Can I kiss you?”

The instant she opened her eyes and caught me staring so shamelessly at her chest—

Tch. I was screwed.

I hurriedly shifted my gaze to her plump lips.

I kept my tone sly.

Smooth. Natural. Except the words that had actually come out of my mouth were anything but, and my brain was thrown into chaos.

What did I just say? God.

“Yes...”

What...?

For a heartbeat there, it seemed like the pervert who'd punished a pervert was about to become a plain old pervert himself.

But she didn't call me one.

No — if anything, she answered as if granting permission, and closed her eyes again.

Her softly lowered eyelids trembled, as if shy.

So she was this easy, huh...?

I pressed my lips to hers just as I was.

“Mmmh. Haah.”

“Haah...”

Lips that hadn't parted easily even after her permission fell open wide the moment mine touched them.

I pushed the table that stood between us out of the way and slid an arm around her waist. As her body melted into mine, hot air passed between our teeth.

Mwah, smack, smack, slurp. Mwah.

A sticky sound echoed from our grinding lips.

I drew her tongue out into my mouth, sucked on it, and ran my own tongue over every corner of hers.

When I swept it along her teeth and gently rubbed the soft flesh inside her cheeks, she — who had been following my lead so timidly — soon entwined her own tongue with mine and began rubbing back.

Our lips tangled together all the more hungrily.

“Haah, mm.”

“Ha. Haah. Ah...”

Mwah, mwah, mwah. Slurp. Mwah...

How long had it been since such a passionate kiss?

A body long accustomed to fucking rather than kissing caught fire from that alone.

I wrapped my arm around her waist so tight the chest pressed against mine threatened to burst, and crushed my lips against hers even hotter.

As our tangled tongues ferried back and forth between each other's teeth, reddened saliva dripped in sticky strands from the seam of our mouths.

Riding the momentum, I slid my hand down from her waist.

Beneath the nipped-in curve of her waist, I felt the surprising plumpness of her ass.

“Mmph. Haah, mmh.”

“Haah...”

I cupped that ass and lifted her up.

And then, still wrapped tight around each other, I threw us both onto the bed.

And I—

I pushed my tongue into her mouth, which still seemed unsatisfied and kept drinking in my lips, and then slowly began dragging the hand at her waist upward.

The moment my hand came to rest on her breast—

“Haah... mmmh♥”

“Ha...”

Mwah, slurp. Mwah. Mwah...

The pull of her breath grew deeper still.

Was this permission?

Even with my hand on her breast, she showed no reaction of refusal at all.

I squeezed the breast through her clothes, kneading the soft flesh in slow circles.

The fullness trapped in her bra wobbled as if about to spill out.

“Haah, mm.”

Well then. Can't be helped.

Somebody's got to deflower her.

I'd wanted to win her heart and take her virginity without stopping time — and apparently I'd managed it in a single day.

Savoring the dopamine popping off in my head, I slid my hand back down and burrowed under the hem of her shirt.

At last, bare skin under my fingers.

I traced upward along that soft skin until I found the bra holding her breasts in check.

I reached behind her back and flicked the clasp open with a snap, then caught the rebounding bra and pulled it away.

Her freed breasts surged up, tenting her t-shirt into a swollen dome.

“Ah — oppa!”

Just as I was reaching to push the shirt up—

Her hand clamped down hard on my wrist, stopping me.

“Yes...?”

“Not that...”

“Yes...?”

“Haah... I, um. Unless we're actually dating... I don't do that. That kind of thing...”

And with that, she put on a surprisingly resolute expression, breathing out hot and heavy.