Spring, Spring
"...rim, wake up... it's... almost nine..."
What now? I'd been sleeping so comfortably. A noisy buzz like a fly whining at my ear. I turned my head and burrowed deeper into the blanket, and for a moment it went quiet—then my whole body started shaking, starting from the shoulders.
"Mmm... five more minutes..."
"Are you an elementary schooler?"
I grabbed my throbbing head and sat up in bed. What time had I fallen asleep last night? The last time I'd checked the clock, it was two in the morning... I yawned and looked toward the voice, and there was Suin, perched on the edge of the bed.
"Sleep well?"
"...Why aren't you talking casually? Hearing you be all formal is incredibly awkward."
"I told you yesterday, remember? Casual speech only while we're having sex, formal the rest of the time! Feel free to keep talking casually, Yerim."
"Ah, right."
I leaned back and turned my head to the side. Sunlight was pouring into the room. Dust motes drifting in the air, curtains fluttering, a cool breeze slipping through the open window. In contrast to yesterday's feverish intensity, my heart lay calm and still. How many times had we done it? Twelve? Thirteen? After going at it that much, some post-nut clarity was only to be expected. Not that I remembered most of it.
"If you're fully awake, let's get cleaned up and ready to check out. If you want to wash first, I'll tidy the room while you do."
"Ah, thanks. Then I'll wash up first?"
I accepted the offer. My whole body was already sticky with semen and love juices as it was—I could only be grateful for the chance to rinse off first. I shot him a wink and slipped into the bathroom. Just as the door swung shut, I thought I heard Suin's deflated laugh. Haha.
"Haah... this feels nice... mmh..."
Warm water really was the best. Every inch of me ached dully from all of yesterday's fun, and the shower felt like it was washing that fatigue clean away. I looked down to check whether everything clinging to my body had come off, and found myself red and swollen all over. What is this?
"Whoa, whoa... there are so many of them?"
The culprits were hickeys. My chest, my forearms, my stomach, my thighs—kiss marks littered my skin everywhere I looked. Just how much did that pervert suck on me?! I closed my eyes and quietly tried to retrace yesterday's sex. The memory wouldn't come...
'Ahn♡ Suck a little more. No, not there—next to it♡'
'Hoooh, mmh♡ Won't you lick me with your tongue?'
'Ngh♡ Ahn♡ If you bite me, I'll, do the same, right back, mh♡ to you too?'
"AAAAAAAH!"
I clutched my head and screamed. What was that? What was that memory just now? Nothing but fragmented moans, and yet the content was beyond belief. I said things like that?
"Yerim, is something wrong? It sounded like you screamed really loud."
"Nothing's, wrong, at all!!"
Phew. Calm down. I let out a long breath and gathered myself. It could happen. It could totally happen. I just got swept up in the mood and turned a little more aggressive than usual. Yeah. That's all it was. The end.
"Aah... my stomach feels all bloated..."
Maybe those mortifying memories coming back were to blame, because my stomach began to ache, little by little. Even before, whenever I got nervous, it had felt like a washing machine churning away in my chest—and apparently wearing this skin changed nothing about that. I stroked my belly gently, then pressed down a little harder with my fingertips.
"Haahng♡?!"
Something came trickling out of my pussy and ran down my thigh. A milky, murky fluid, thick and sticky-looking. This was... semen?
"You've got to be kidding me—pressing on my stomach pushes semen out of my pussy...?"
Cautiously, I pressed on my abdomen again. Along with a cute little moan, more semen seeped out. I spread my index and middle fingers and slid them gently inside, and the moment I did, I felt something at my fingertips. I pushed in deep, stirred once, and drew them out, holding them before my eyes...
"Haah... just how much did he cum in me..."
My fingers glistened, slick and stringy. In the end, it took a good three minutes of pressing on my belly to work all the semen out of me. I tried to keep my moans from leaking outside, but somehow he heard anyway, and Suin knocked on the door to say, "Um, you're not supposed to masturbate in the bathroom, you know?" I was too dumbfounded to say a single word. Whose fault is it that I'm even like this?!
I finished my shower and wrapped a towel loosely around myself. Stepping out of the bathroom, I found the room neatly straightened. "Straightened," in this case, meaning everything except the bed. The sheets, pillows, and blanket were soaked through so thoroughly that they seemed to smell just from looking at them—not exactly something that could be dealt with on the spot.
"Thanks. Wasn't it a lot of work?"
"Not at all. At most I aired the place out and wiped down the floor. Nothing to it."
Suin scratched his head and smiled. For "nothing to it," the room looked immaculate. But if he said so himself, I didn't feel like pressing the point.
"Then I'll go wash. The hair dryer's in the drawer next to that table if you need it."
"Got it. Ah, wait a sec!"
"Yes?"
Suin, one hand on the bathroom door, turned his head to look at me.
"So, you know, last night, when we had sex... we didn't record anything, right? Like, video?"
"Aw, why would you even ask that. Of course we..."
I'd only asked because a stray what-if had crossed my mind mid-shower. Phew. As expected. No matter what, he wouldn't secretly film me without so much as mentioning it.
"We did."
"Right? I knew i—huh? Wait, what did you say? We did? You're telling me we recorded it?"
"Yes. Ah, I was planning to bring this up a little later, actually. Would you like to check your Discord?"
I fumbled my phone awake and opened Discord in a panic. Dozens of messages were waiting. With trembling fingers, I opened them...
"YAAAAAAAH!!!!!"
More than ten videos and dozens of photos. And of course, the stars of every single one were me and Suin. Missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, mating press, sixty-nine, and on and on and on...
"Y-you, when on earth did you film all of this?"
"Let's see... from the third round, maybe? I turned the camera on and started filming while you were having some water right after I came, so around then, I'd guess. But Yerim, you already knew abou—"
"Then why would you film something like this! Don't tell me you're planning to spread it around somewhere? Right? You're not, are you?"
I bolted over to Suin and seized him by the shoulders. I could see the alarm on his face, but I had no room to care.
"Um, Yerim? Hold on. This is something we—"
"What's it going to take for you to delete them? Please, I'm begging you. Okay? I'll do anything. I'll do absolutely anything, so please, hic, please, sob... just don't... sniff... don't share them with anyone..."
One drop, two drops, tears began to spill. So this was what it felt like—the terror of your most private self being shown to others without your permission. Watching me wail like a child, Suin looked utterly lost for a moment, then hurried to the bed and came back holding his phone.
"Hic, waaah... pleeease..."
"Yerim, um... it seems like yesterday's a bit of a blur for you. Could you take a look at this for a second?"
I wiped my eyes and looked toward the sound. A video was playing on Suin's phone. Judging by the position, it was the third round he'd mentioned—the first of the videos, then. Why was he showing me this now?
'...You're really filming? You're the only woman I've ever met who'd want to film her first time.'
'Still, I've always wanted to try something like this at least once.'
"...Huh? Wha?"
I stared at Suin's face for a moment, then turned my eyes back to the phone. The voice, the face—both of them were mine.
'We can film all of it and send it to you too, right?'
'Yeah, send them over Discord. KakaoTalk feels a bit... I wonder how many we'll end up with?'
I paused the screen. What is this situation? So, I was the one who suggested filming? I begged Suin for it?
"W-well, you remember how we were lying down for a bit after the second round? That's when, um, you suddenly went on and on about wanting to film it, so I recorded it on my... phone."
Suin mumbled the words out. Only then did yesterday's memories come flooding back. What was it I'd said again? Right—that since it was my first time, I wanted to keep it on video and pull it up whenever I was in the mood. My face flared hot and red. So what, I begged him to film it all last night, then woke up having forgotten everything and blew up at him for filming it?
"Um... should I delete the videos?"
"...No. I'm sorry..."
An awkward silence hung over us for a while after that—one of us steeped in embarrassment, the other in bewilderment. When we returned the key at the front desk, Soyeon even took one look at my face and snapped at Suin: "What the hell did you do to make Yerim's eyes all puffy?" Thankfully, the misunderstanding cleared up quickly.
Leaving Soyeon's waving farewell behind us, we walked out through the front doors. Things were a little better than before, but still... a bit awkward. In a way, more awkward than before we'd ever checked into the motel.
"Um..."
"Um..."
Ah, we'd spoken over each other. When I looked at Suin, he gave a small nod. Meaning I should go first, I supposed?
"Uh, I'm really... sorry about earlier. I'm the one who brought it up, and then I suddenly burst into tears. That must have startled you, huh?"
"It's fine. I completely understand. Waking up to something like that would throw anyone off."
Okay, so far so good. But what was I supposed to say next to keep this going—the weather? Breakfast? Too random? Hmm, what could I say to thaw this stiff atmosphere? While I was still deliberating, he spoke up.
"Besides, the way you looked while crying was incredibly cute."
"Huh?"
Suin grinned. Even with the cool breeze on my skin, my face burned. That one simple remark seemed to sink straight into my chest. Don't tell me you... me...?
"Ah, that wasn't a confession just now, so don't get the wrong idea, 'kay?"
He raised both hands, chuckling. At the sight, the tension that had been winding up inside me went poof. A hollow laugh escaped before I could stop it. Yeah. Of course that's how it is.
"Who's getting the wrong idea? Aren't you the one who's full of yourself?"
"Oh please, your face just now looked pretty strange for someone not getting the wrong idea. I should've held up a mirror and shown you the expression you were making. What a shame."
"Shut up!"
"Ow! That doesn't mean you get to smack my butt!"
Before I knew it, the awkwardness had melted away entirely. As we laughed and bantered, a sharp wind swept through and shook a nearby tree, sending petals scattering in every direction like festival fireworks. I broke into a soft smile, tipped my face up to the sky, and murmured to myself. Yesterday and today—I had so much fun.
"I'll get to see you again, right?"
"Anytime you like. Text me whenever works for you, and I'll write back right away."