The Black Garter Belt
A woman's shower takes at least twice as long as a man's. Whether it was Kim Seoa or Lee Yeondo right now, they seemed to devour a solid twenty minutes under the water.
If I went in to shower at this moment, I was confident I could be in and out in five minutes flat.
Waiting got boring, so I turned on my smartphone.
Sure enough, more than twenty missed texts from women aching for me were waiting.
No matter what anyone said, Kim Seoa had sent by far the most.
I couldn't even begin to guess what the remaining five messages said. Straight-line Seoa, with zero concept of playing hard to get.
Wedged between ordinary texts and extreme ones, my cock swelled up mindlessly, completely out of commission.
Why was Kim Yujin this worked up again.
And when had Lee Yeondo even sent that text. What was she, a murloc? She must have typed it from the bathroom while we were drinking earlier.
I didn't open any of them. I didn't want to leave them on read for no good reason.
But Lee Yeondo... I keep thinking about the stuff in her handbag.
What Lee Yeondo had bought at the convenience store was none other than condoms. Ultra-thin ones, at that. I'd never compared condoms so I didn't know much, but these days if it wasn't ultra-thin it wouldn't even sell.
But did that really matter? The most important thing was that Lee Yeondo wanted to do it with me. Thump-thump-thump. I looked again at the bathroom glass where her silhouette showed through. I couldn't tell about her chest, but that ass was truly first-class. First-class.
The problem was that the handbag hadn't only held condoms—there had been something I couldn't identify at all.
It hadn't looked like something from a convenience store. A sturdy-looking strap and an object covered in smooth leather... What the hell had that been?
The sound of water gradually weakened, and I could see the silhouette of her drying off with a towel. Too late to check again. No—even if I checked again, I might not have figured it out.
When she came out, I pretended to be watching TV.
"What are you watching?"
Lee Yeondo, her tipsiness slightly cleared, pronounced her words properly. She was wearing the robe the motel provided.
Even with the alcohol worn off, she spoke naturally, without any awkwardness. She tied her hair back with her hands, a rubber band held in her mouth.
Through the gap at the bottom of the robe, delicate patches of bare skin peeked through here and there, and my eyes drifted that way without thinking.
"Variety show?"
"Hehe... What kind of variety show?"
"Just whatever came on when I flipped through."
Lee Yeondo lay down diagonally beside me and watched TV with me. It was an entertainment program with famous celebrities, but I had no idea what it was about. Nothing registered. My eyes kept going to Lee Yeondo's chest as she lay next to me. The robe's sash had come slightly loose, opening a gap between her body and the fabric, and though her nipples just barely stayed hidden, the color of her areolas showed clearly.
Because her skin was so white, her areolas were the color of strawberry milk. Just looking at them, they looked delicious.
Gulp—I swallowed for the second time.
Staring at one place too long was embarrassing, so I raised my gaze. Her hair in a messy bun, her long straight nose bridge. Her long eyelashes that stuck out like a roof blinked intermittently. Was I dreaming right now?
Throb. Something stirred and rose under the blanket. I shot up and headed for the bathroom. Behind me I heard Lee Yeondo's soft chuckling.
"I-I'll go wash up."
"Okay~"
While showering I thought a lot of things. No—ultimately it all boiled down to one thought: sex.
It was certain Lee Yeondo was a fox. Maybe a little demon with about three tails.
Before the movie she'd said her hobby was drawing and shown me sketches of her own body, or during the movie she'd booked couple seats, casually made skinship while sitting, same with the escape room, and when we drank—had she been faking being drunk? If so, she deserved an acting award.
Just now, too. Wasn't she deliberately exposing her breasts while pretending to watch TV? Of course she was seriously flat-chested.
Same with our first meeting. Texting her friends about wanting to bang me or whatever.
This seductive little thing. But I didn't feel bad. If anything, it was cute. Why should only guys work hard at seducing the opposite sex? What kind of world was this nowadays.
I always welcomed this kind of change in women. There probably weren't many guys who hated being approached like this. At least I welcomed it. Wholeheartedly, with my entire body.
After finishing the shower I did a facial massage in the mirror.
Even when the meal was already cooked, guys like me always had to be fully prepared.
Facial massage? OK.
Cock massage? OK.
Ready.
With a face like this and a monster cock, confidence came alive.
I changed into a robe. I debated whether to wear underwear or not, and eventually put them on.
"I-I'm done wash—"
Yeah. In my head I'd thought it. That I'd gained confidence. That I wouldn't panic no matter the situation.
But a problem arose.
The moment I stepped out into the bedroom, Lee Yeondo was standing by the bed waiting for me. The TV had been turned off at some point. Sticky, sensual music flowed from her phone.
The soft motel lighting illuminated Lee Yeondo. She smiled brightly, like a gift just for me.
I was flustered. In my entire life I had never seen a sight like this.
A sight more shocking than if she'd been naked.
Lee Yeondo was wearing a garter belt.
Ah. So that's what I saw in the handbag earlier.
A black garter belt worn with black stockings. Those sturdy straps that had gleamed like leather—that was them.
I swallowed hard for the third time that evening alone.
Lee Yeondo... this seductive fox walked toward me.
"How do I look?"
Only then did I realize I'd been so focused on the garter belt I hadn't looked up. The bra that seemed to be a set with the garter belt was beautiful too. Black lace adorned it, compensating for what might otherwise have been an unimpressive chest.
"Y-you're pretty?"
I'd tried to speak calmly on purpose, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate. I ended up stuttering without meaning to.
Before I knew it the positions had reversed and I was being pushed toward the bed. Lee Yeondo gently pushed my chest. I finally caught on the edge of the bed and plopped down sitting.
"Y-Yeondo... th-that is..."
"Hehe... What is it? Our Teacher is so flustered."
"Is there anyone who wouldn't be flustered in this situation?"
When Lee Yeondo leaned in and pressed her upper body against mine, I toppled backward like a domino.
Hands. I didn't know where to put my hands.
"You're such a softie."
"W-what?"
"I wondered how you'd been reeling in all those women, but it doesn't seem like that. Looks like you really do business with skill. I wonder what your actual massage skills are like? I'm curious."
Gulp. Now I was swallowing constantly.
No. Think carefully. If I just massage Lee Yeondo, the situation reverses. Hehe—once my hands touch her, she won't be able to move.
"I'll show you."
I grabbed Lee Yeondo's waist, flipped her, and laid her down.
"Kyaah!"
Pinned underneath in an instant, Lee Yeondo opened her already large eyes even wider. When I bent my upper body further until our faces were almost touching, Lee Yeondo slowly closed those big eyes.
"Why are you closing your eyes?"
When I said that with a smile, Lee Yeondo half-opened her closed eyes and scolded me.
"You're so mean..."
"I told you. I'd show you a massage."
Facing her, I pressed the red spots on her nape with light acupressure. The moment I pressed gently, the reaction came.
"Hnnngh—"
We were close enough that if I stuck out my tongue I'd touch her lips—close enough to feel every single hot particle of her breath. Those hot particles carried a thick scent of alcohol. Tipsiness aside, the moment my hands touched her, her face flushed red.
"Y-you're good at this."
Lee Yeondo softened the cocky attitude she'd had until now and even turned her head away.
I gradually sent my hands down more boldly. After gently fondling her collarbone area, I moved down to her arms and kneaded with slightly stronger pressure, and the clustered red spots fell away with little pops, making Lee Yeondo's body burn even hotter. Same as with Lee Mikyeong. Different in scale, but they'd clustered together and required stronger pressure to break. And the effect afterward was the same. As her body began to heat up, pink spots appeared one by one all over.
If I just kept massaging while removing only the pink spots, Lee Yeondo would go crazy. I'd learned that from Kim Seoa before.
Come to think of it, every massage I'd done so far had been building up to this.
I moved my hands skillfully, touching her all over.
The figure of the garter belt shimmering before my eyes. As I lowered my face along her skin I inhaled—sniff—the scent of her flesh, and because she'd just come out of the shower, a mild soap scent mixed with Lee Yeondo's unique smell was intoxicating. No—overwhelming. Shit, was this even possible for someone of my caliber?
Smooth skin. Heated up so that she flinched and reacted every time I touched her—it was fun.
Then I slipped my hand behind her back and unhooked her bra with a snap.
Lee Yeondo had already gone limp like a fish caught in a net, accepting my touch. But when I actually tried to remove the bra, she covered her chest with her hands.
"U-um..."
"Yes?"
Now? I wanted to ask, but I was curious what she'd say, so I decided to wait and see.
"I-I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
"Disappointed about what? I'm just trying to massage you."
"Ah..."
Hehe. Cute.
Actually, there was another reason I'd undone her bra.
Finding these strawberry-like nipples was one thing. But a greater treasure would be hidden there.
The moment Lee Yeondo lowered her hands like untying the ribbon on a gift—in that moment, I became a tomb raider.
There it was. Treasure.
At the center of Lee Yeondo's chest was a purple spot, far larger and harder than mine, clustered together.
And I knew very well what would happen the moment I shattered that spot.
"Yeondo."
"Yes?"
"What you told me before—I still remember it. Hands that save people. You said they're called Miracle Hands, right?"
"Yes... but why?"
"From now on, I'll show you something that'll amaze you."
Because this was the secret of my business.