Noona, Were You Masturbating...?
I'd come dangerously close to landing myself in a real bind.
Until we finally made it out of the motel, Baek Harin had thrown a relentless tantrum about dating me, insisting she'd never met anyone whose chemistry in bed matched hers the way mine did. I couldn't exactly tell her I wasn't interested because her chest was too small, so I shot back that I already had a girlfriend.
In the end, she dropped the demand that we date and asked me to be her sex partner every now and then instead. I reluctantly agreed, and that was how I managed to get out of there. If I hadn't, that girl would have followed me around without a second thought — that was just the kind of person she was.
She was the one who said we'd do it once and be done with it...
Of course, words like that meant nothing to her. That was why I'd called Baek Harin a complete steamroller. This girl had made it her daily routine to nag and pester until she got exactly what she wanted.
I stuck out my lower lip in a pout, grumbling under my breath, and started walking toward Yujin's place.
Meanwhile, Yujin couldn't hide the anxiety gnawing at her. How was she even supposed to describe this feeling?
She'd seen that girl earlier, and she'd told herself Donghyun would never do something like that. She'd believed it firmly. But her heart kept wavering, filling her with unease.
"...There's no way."
She wanted to trust him. But her own actions kept nagging at her.
"Don't tell me... he lost interest in me because I turned him down back then."
That lingering what if had been a small unease at first, and that unease had begun to kindle a spark. A spark, once lit, was never easily stamped out. It spread and spread, until what had been a tiny flicker of worry inevitably swelled into something vast. Anxiety had already taken up residence in Yujin's heart a long time ago.
And whenever it did, there was only one way she knew how to put it out.
Masturbation.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yujin brought her hand down between her legs.
"...Is it really okay to do this?"
A small doubt flickered through her, but there was no winning against instinct and a habit this old. In the end, she began slowly rubbing her pussy with her fingers. It was already wet and warm, slick with arousal.
On any other day, she would have kept stimulating herself with her hand the way she always did, stroking her clit until she came. But today, she wanted to try something different.
Yujin fetched the dildo she'd left sitting far off to the side. It used to be something she stuffed in a desk drawer and tried to forget about. Not anymore.
The fingers that had been slowly stroking her already swollen clit drifted up to knead her breasts through the thin tank top. She didn't take her clothes off. The real pleasure, after all, was going to come from that thing.
In the mirror fixed to the back of the door, Yujin could see herself staring at the dildo with a filthy look in her eyes. The moment she saw it, the fear came rushing back. What she chose, in the end, was simply not to look.
If you're afraid, don't look. A remarkably simple solution. Even if she covered the mirror, though, her own eyes kept drifting to the dildo — so she pressed a blindfold over them.
Darkness settled in, and at last she couldn't see it anymore. Not being able to see didn't hinder a ritual her body knew by instinct, and the dildo in her hand was no different.
"...It's bigger than I thought."
With her sight gone, she only grew more aroused. Even a dildo whose size she thought she knew felt larger now. Her heart began to pound harder and harder, and the same hand that had been toying with her inner lips and clit inside her panties started tugging the black fabric aside.
Yujin's pussy, dripping wet, was laid completely bare. She brought the dildo down near her crotch and began slowly rubbing it against herself, figuring there was no way she could put it in without getting it wet first. The slit already overflowing with her juices was more than enough to soak it. As the head of the dildo rubbed against her pussy, it made a filthy, wet squelch.
Once the head was slick enough, Yujin pressed the dildo to the floor and started getting ready to mount it.
Sweat was already beading across her whole body. All that remained was to take in the thing she had been craving for so long. Even now, a question kept lingering — whether giving her first time to a toy like this was really the right thing to do — but the only thought that actually stuck was to just put it in already.
She brought the entrance of her pussy to the dildo and was just about to ease herself down onto it when—
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang.
Yujin jolted in shock, shoved the dildo under the bed, and tore off the blindfold.
"Noona, may I come in?"
"W-wait a second!!"
Donghyun was here. Yujin hurriedly straightened her clothes and wiped the juices off the floor.
This should be fine... right?
To her own eyes, there wasn't a single trace left of what she'd just been doing. She headed for the front door to let him in.
"C-come in."
I shot her a look that said more than words.
Why is she so flustered...?
I only figured out the reason once I stepped into her room. The traces of whatever had just happened were right there in front of me, and there was no question who'd left them.
The rumpled blanket. A floor that looks like it was just wiped down. A window left suspiciously open even though it's freezing out.
My gaze shifted to noona herself.
A tank top soaked with sweat — and shorts that somehow don't look wet at all. A face flushed bright red?
No matter how I looked at it, there was only one thing this could mean.
Don't tell me noona was masturbating just now...?
There was simply nothing else it could be. That said, if I suddenly asked her, Noona, were you masturbating just now?, I'd be lucky to get away with just a slap. But if I was the one who'd interrupted her in the middle of it, how grossed out and pissed off at me would she be? I'd been there myself. I knew exactly how that felt.
Of course, I didn't just blurt it out. I figured I'd ease into it, little by little.
"Noona, would it be alright if I sat down for a moment?"
She nodded. Without another word, I perched on the edge of her bed, and she sat down beside me.
"So... what brings you here?"
"...Huh? Noona, you texted me to come over so we could have dinner together."
"Oh... right. I must've forgotten. I was busy."
Flustered, she covered her mouth and headed for the kitchen. I didn't waste the opening. I swept a look under her bed — and there it all was, from the blindfold to the dildo. So she really had been at it.
I picked up the dildo without a second's hesitation. The head was still slick and wet. She'd definitely been using it moments ago.
"I made some soy-braised beef for you, so I was going to bring a little— huh?"
Noona came back from the kitchen, saw the dildo in my hand, and recoiled in shock.
"Where... did you get that?"
I stood up slowly, closed the distance, and whispered against her ear.
My warm breath brushed her ear, and her whole body gave a little shudder.
"Who were you thinking about? I never think about anyone but you."
That one hit her dead-on. She gave a quiet little nod.
"I only ever think about you, too."
I pulled her into a tight hug, and she clung right back.
"Noona, I like you so much. If you're okay with it..."
I didn't need to finish the sentence. The air between us said the rest. She hesitated for a long moment, then quietly nodded.
And just like that, the two of us climbed onto the bed.
I reached to take her clothes off, but she stopped me.
"...I actually saw you earlier. Walking along with some girl on your arm..."
She saw that...? Baek Harin, you bitch...
"...Back then, I was so worried. I kept thinking maybe I just wasn't attractive as a woman. But then... you said what you said, and... I feel better now."
"Noona, how could you not be attractive? Your eyes, your heart, your voice — every last bit of you is charming."
I pressed a kiss to her cheek, and her face flushed scarlet. The encouragement seemed to give her courage, because she peeled up her tank top — and underneath was a piece of lingerie so suggestive it clearly wasn't going to serve much of a function as actual underwear.
"Honestly... I wore my favorite lingerie today. I wanted to show you... do you like it?"
Anyone who could see this and still hold back was surely a sage. Unfortunately, I was no enlightened monk.
"Noona!!!"
I howled like an animal and started stripping her clothes off with rough, impatient hands. Technically I was forcing them off her, but she didn't seem to mind — she went limp and made it easy for me. When I pulled her shorts down, a matching set of black lingerie came into view. Soaking wet, too. Further proof she'd been touching herself until moments ago.
I buried my nose against her body and started breathing her in. The scent of a female in heat, a sweetness so sharp it stabbed at my nose, and the faint fragrance of powder. It was a scent that could drive a man insane. The fact that it was mine and mine alone was enough to bring tears of joy to my eyes.
"Noona... I'll get undressed too."
I stripped as well, until I was as good as naked.