If We're Done... Shall We Go?
Since his military days, Kim Jun’s top pick among all the girl groups had been Eighteen. And of those members, the one he’d loved most was their leader, Eun Ji.
She was now nestled quietly in his arms, whispering softly.
“Do you really want to do this?”
“Only if you’re okay with it…”
When Kim Jun gently drew her closer, he felt the thick, soft sensation beneath her white shirt.
She always wore two or three layers no matter the weather, fully armored in stockings and a skirt. If he could, he wanted to strip every last piece of clothing off her today.
“Then… just for today.”
“…”
“There won’t be a next time.”
Her whisper flipped the switch. Kim Jun wrapped his arms around her and lifted her clean off the ground.
She smelled strongly of the fortified wine she’d drunk more of than usual. Even as he carried her all the way to the master bedroom to gauge her reaction, she remained perfectly still, like a doll.
The moment they entered, he locked the door and sat her on the bed. She already looked calm, as if she had made her decision.
“I told you. I’m not taking this off.”
“Ah. Right.”
Eun Ji had drawn a clear line—she would allow sex tonight, but she would not show him her bare body.
Kim Jun had already sensed the deep trauma carved into her.
“I’m the kind of guy who wouldn’t care even if you had a dragon tattoo on your back.”
“It’s not that…”
“As long as there are no bite marks.”
“There aren’t any of those either…”
Then there was only one possible answer.
There was a massive scar she could never reveal—not to the opposite sex, not even to other women.
If that was the case, Kim Jun had no intention of pressing her. The first time they’d gone looting together, he had caught a glimpse of a surgical scar on her waist when her clothes had shifted.
“Hoo…”
He quietly embraced the seated Eun Ji, his hand moving to her hair.
When he reached for the hairband holding her neatly braided, shampoo-scented locks, she untied it herself first.
As the band came loose and her long, straight hair spilled down, Kim Jun immediately captured her lips.
Chu. Chu. Chup.
He began with a kiss, slowly lowering her onto the bed. She parted her lips and accepted him, slow and deliberate.
She had asked him not to touch her upper body after the kiss, so he left the shirt she had unbuttoned and the turtleneck beneath it alone.
Instead, he slid both hands under her skirt.
When his palms met the warm skin at her sides, she twisted her waist in a clear warning not to go higher.
Kim Jun grasped her pantyhose and slowly peeled them down, revealing pale skin.
Her bloodless, almost translucent legs looked as if they were seeing light for the first time in ages.
“Mmm…”
He held the warm stockings, tempted to smell them, but the contempt in Eun Ji’s eyes made him toss them off the bed instead.
Next, as he reached for her plain black cotton panties, she lowered her hands, lifted her hips, and removed them herself.
When he lifted her skirt and spread her legs, a nearly hairless mound appeared on her white lower body, and between her tightly closed labia he saw a straight, neat slit.
He stroked it gently with a finger. She was completely dry, with no reaction at all.
Schlick—
When he spread her open with his fingers, the pink inner flesh met a man for the first time.
Kim Jun buried his face toward the clitoris nestled above it.
He would start gently, caressing her until she relaxed enough to take him.
“…”
Even as his tongue licked across her, Eun Ji—face hazy from the alcohol—did not let out a single moan.
The only signs she felt anything were the faint trembling of her white thighs and the slight curling of her toes.
Kim Jun, burning with excitement at finally being able to sleep with the idol he had adored for years, slowly rose and moved over her body.
He had lived with eight top stars, but when it came to personal affection, Eun Ji’s face was the best.
That small face, the porcelain skin, the glossy pink lips, and the way her usually braided hair now spilled freely—everything about her was lovable.
Seeing her lying there with both arms pressed to the bed, refusing to meet his eyes, Kim Jun kissed her again.
“Mmph… chup… chuup…”
During the second kiss, her eyes squeezed shut, his fingers slid past her tightly closed outer lips and pushed into her inner folds.
This time he felt her slowly growing wet. A wet, squelching sound rose as sticky nectar coated his fingers.
Eun Ji remained completely passive from start to finish. Kim Jun poured every effort into foreplay, caressing her everywhere he could, but it was a shame he could only touch her upper body over her clothes and never see her naked.
While kneading her bra-covered breasts through the fabric, he positioned his fully erect, throbbing length in front of her.
“Shall we?”
“…”
She kept her gaze averted to the side. Kim Jun hesitated for a moment.
But when she gave a small, quiet nod, he decided to simply go for it. The moment he tried to push inside, Eun Ji reached out.
“Hm?”
“…Condom.”
“Ah!”
She had stopped him just before he entered her raw. Kim Jun quickly pulled a condom from the drawer and rolled it on.
“Sorry.”
“…”
When they began again, the condom-covered tip wriggled between her folds, spreading her open. Then, just like he had done with the others, he drove in with one long thrust.
“!!!!”
Her previously unresponsive body arched off the bed like a bow.
She didn’t scream, but her mouth fell open and a small moan escaped.
“Ah… ahk…”
Kim Jun immediately turned her head and kissed her again.
As he tried to move his hips slowly, an incredible pressure gripped him inside her.
Her hymen tore instantly around the first cock she had ever taken. Her inner walls writhed in layers, squeezing him tightly.
Every movement felt like his glans was being wrung by a hand. The pain nearly made him pull out, but the vise-like grip warned him he might not get back in if he did.
So he kept kissing her and began a slow, careful rhythm.
Sex with his favorite idol—something he had never even dared imagine in dreams—and the fact that he was claiming the girl who had been the hardest to approach filled him with overwhelming excitement.
The bed creaked. When he tried to nibble her earlobe, he tasted metal.
He kissed down her cheek along the pierced lobe, then felt a pang of regret at the turtleneck covering her neck.
“Heuk… huk… keut!”
Thrust! Thrust!
“…Eut!”
Eun Ji gripped the sheets with both hands, trembling. The constant contractions of her writhing insides made Kim Jun’s blood rush even hotter.
Even through the condom, his glans scraped against her walls. Her legs floated helplessly in the air.
“Keut! I’m about to…”
When he gave her warning, Eun Ji—still staring blankly into space with a dazed expression—bit down hard on her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut.
At that moment her insides writhed again, coiling around him. As he thrust harder, the urge to climax surged.
At the very last second, Kim Jun snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the root in one final deep thrust and releasing.
Spluuuurt—
The condom kept his semen from flooding her cervix, but the load was far greater than any he had released before, swelling the rubber noticeably.
“Haa… haa…”
As Kim Jun exhaled heavily, Eun Ji’s legs fluttered weakly in the air before trembling violently.
When he saw the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes and licked them away, she accepted it in silence.
After their first time together, Kim Jun slowly withdrew the member that had been ravaging her virgin pussy.
She was still clenching so tightly he feared the condom might get stuck. He gripped the base with his hand and pulled out carefully.
Bright red blood coated his fingers. He immediately reached for tissues.
Meanwhile, Eun Ji’s feet barely touched the floor as she trembled. Her hand moved downward.
She ran a finger across her still-throbbing pussy. The mixture of her nectar and the blood from her torn hymen stained her own finger too.
“…Haa.”
After confirming the proof of her virginity with her own eyes, she sighed and licked it clean.
When Kim Jun tried to hand her tissues to wipe herself, she took them and cleaned herself.
The tissues kept coming away stained with both fluids. Once she had wiped everything, Eun Ji quietly stood up.
“If you’re done…”
“!”
“I’ll be going now.”
She began buttoning her shirt as she rose. Kim Jun pulled her into his arms.
“You’re going straight up?”
“Is there anything else?”
“…”
At her words, Kim Jun silently dressed and helped her to her feet.
“Get on my back. I’ll carry you to your room.”
“I can walk by myself.”
The moment she stood, sharp pain flared in her lower belly. She only frowned slightly and tried to stagger out.
He couldn’t bring himself to stop her.
Eun Ji quietly climbed the stairs to the rooftop room under his escort. Just as he was about to leave, she spoke softly.
“My back here…”
“?”
She pointed at the upper back hidden beneath her turtleneck and murmured.
“It’s trauma. I still can’t show you.”
“…Sleep well.”
Kim Jun quietly descended to the second floor. Eun Ji opened the door to the rooftop room and stepped inside.
Click. Click. Hiss—
Outside, Kim Jun sat on the stairs thinking about what had just happened and lit a cigarette.
It should have been a dreamlike night with the idol he had longed for so deeply, yet his heart felt strangely hollow.
He had slept with many of the girls by now, rotating through them, but the feeling this time was completely different.
“…Hoo.”
He let out a long sigh and chain-smoked one cigarette after another.
The sex he had wanted so badly with his favorite idol left him feeling exactly like he had drunkenly made a mistake with a close female friend.
The next morning.
Kim Jun woke earlier than the others. He clutched his throbbing head and headed to the kitchen.
In Ah had been growing bean sprouts in the laundry room; they had grown quite well. He trimmed them, filled a pot with water, and began cooking.
“After drinking, nothing beats hangover soup…”
He dissolved anchovy seasoning and minced garlic into the boiling water, adjusted the taste, then added the bean sprouts and sliced green peppers to make a simple bean-sprout stew.
In Ah, who woke up later, was startled to see him cooking but helped season it after catching the savory aroma.
Breakfast that morning was the hangover-curing bean-sprout soup. As the washed-up girls trickled in one by one, everyone’s eyes widened at the last to arrive—Eun Ji.
“Eun Ji unnie?”
“Oh my…”
“What’s going on?”
Her hair, usually braided neatly after an early shower, was still damp and hanging loose. Her outfit was also different from normal.
“Wow~ Eun Ji unnie. First time seeing you in shorts.”
“I borrowed them from Rana. The size fit perfectly. Does it look okay?”
“Yes, unnie. Hot pants are fine, I guess…”
Eun Ji, who had always hidden in long sleeves and long pants, had finally worn something short—at least on her lower half.
And when Kim Jun looked at her, she had returned to her usual self, as if nothing had happened the night before.
“The side dishes over there…”
Clack.
She quietly picked up the bowl Kim Jun couldn’t reach and held it out for him. After he took a piece, she set it down again.
Emily quickly stabbed a sausage with her fork and offered it to him.
“If you want anything, just say so. I’ll get it for you.”
“I’m fine.”
“Come on~ Don’t be shy. Say ‘ah~’”
“Emily~?”
When Gaya tried to intervene, Kim Jun silently accepted the sausage Emily offered and ate it.
After breakfast, still nursing his hangover, Kim Jun prepared for the day’s work.
Everyone took up their assigned chores—laundry, sewing, cleaning. Kim Jun dragged out a hose to wash the camper van.
And just like that, their daily routine began once more.