Can't We Just Go Raw?
It was the 9:30 train out of Yongsan, so we'd agreed to meet an hour early. By the time I slipped on the black Mary Janes Baek Harin unnie had lent me and stepped out the door, it was three minutes before. I preferred showing up early and waiting over being right on time, but I'd dragged my feet a bit longer than planned. My mind was weighed down with worries.
While waiting for the elevator, I fussed with my outfit in the mirror a dozen times. I was nervous. Sure, this wasn't my first time in a skirt. But those had been casual tries in front of friends, and nothing this short...
I'm gonna lose it, seriously. I'd at least remembered the bike shorts underneath. Bike shorts—though if you think about it, aren't those basically like underwear...?
With my chest in turmoil, I rode the elevator down to the first floor. Through the glass doors, I spotted Hanjiu. Unlike someone else who was dragging a whole suitcase despite calling it small, he was just slinging a single backpack. I forced my heavy steps toward that reliable guy.
I should've strode up confidently like always, but my feet wouldn't cooperate. The woman reflected in the transparent glass above the entrance wore a light sky-blue crocheted crop knit that hugged her body tight, paired with a white flare skirt—the kind people call a tennis skirt. The crop length already flashed glimpses of navel above bare skin, and the knit texture made my breasts stand out in full, three-dimensional glory. And the skirt... every step sent it swaying above my thighs, the hem brushing bare skin until I thought I'd go insane.
So embarrassing... Showing off this perfect womanly figure in front of my ball-and-chain buddy from way back... Felt more humiliating than being stark naked. No wonder I skipped the normal greeting and launched a low kick right off the bat.
"Oof!"
"Why're you so late? I'm melting out here! Taxi’s on its way—"
Hanjiu shifted his gaze from his smartphone to me and swallowed his words whole. His stare made me flush, and I blurted out without thinking.
"What? Huh? What're you staring at like that! Spit it out already!"
"N-no, nothing."
He didn't even try hiding his fluster. Honestly, I wanted to crawl into a hole myself, but if I showed any embarrassment now, it felt like things between us would spiral out of control for real.
"Ughhh... Going down at night’s exhausting. You eat dinner?"
"Y-yeah."
"Good. Where's the taxi? Still hot even at night."
"J-just called it. Wait a sec."
The guy in front of me was so unlike his usual self. Seeing him like that chipped away at the shame filling me up, letting some suspicious new feeling seep into the void.
Yeah, yeah—that's exactly why I dolled up like this. To let him ogle.
"Pfft."
"What? What’s that?"
"Nothing."
"Quit looking at me like that and hand over that suitcase. I'll carry it."
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We got off at Daejeon Station around 10:30. Normal restaurants would be closed even for a quick bite, and suggesting a bar for bar food meant dealing with luggage. Small or not, you can't drag a suitcase through busy streets.
"Hanjiu, you booked the motel ahead, right?"
"Yeah."
The moment we stepped off the train, he'd snatched the suitcase from me again, still radiating awkwardness. It was kinda tasty at first. But he'd been like this the whole ride, and now it was starting to grate.
"Hey, cut it out already."
"W-what?"
"You really need me to say it?"
He turned, face full of complaint, words on the tip of his tongue—then swallowed them. That's how it looked to me. Pouting his lips, he replied in a clipped tone.
"You came out looking so damn pretty, how am I supposed to adjust?"
"W-what?"
Wait, hold up. What the hell? A spark ignited inside me, and I stumbled back without thinking. His words sent a suspicious ripple racing through my body.
Am I seriously getting this worked up over being called pretty?
I'm losing it, Song Yujeong. Snap out of it. That's Hanjiu. Hanjiu.
I tried shaking it off with a shiver, but the ripple sank straight to my chest. My heart started thumping wildly in that massive lump of flesh.
He'd said his piece and strode off. I hurried after, sticking one step behind that broad back.
"Th-thanks."
"No, I mean..."
"You know that unnie from the festival last time? Met her this morning, and when she heard I was heading home, she dolled me up, said it'd suit me."
"Oh, yeah?"
Couldn't filter it—words tumbled out raw. And it wasn't just that. My nipples, straining hard against the bra, chafed with every step inside the cups, grating on my nerves. My panties grew damp in real time, legs threatening to give out.
I'm losing it... Am I seriously in heat...?
With that, we walked the rest of the way in silence. No chatter meant my pounding heartbeat rang louder. Hiding my chaotic feelings, we covered the ten minutes to our destination. The motel Hanjiu booked looked less like a standard love hotel and more like a boutique—reception's sleek interior, no musty motel smell.
These places charge a premium even on weekdays... Gotta Venmo him later.
Hanjiu finished check-in and approached with the keycard and amenity kit. Shaking off my lingering awkwardness, I hit the elevator button and spoke first.
"What floor?"
"Seventh. 707."
"Lucky number, huh?"
"Yeah."
I tossed out lame banter to ease the tension, but glancing up at the guy beside me, his face was stiff too. Just like our first time, when we'd come here to hook up.
I wanted to tease him, but that look made my lower belly tingle. So I meekly followed him into the open elevator.
"Can I turn on the AC?"
"Yeah. Go for it."
The room was cleaner than expected. The massive central bed could've fit four girls like me comfortably. Next to it, a table and chairs for light meals. Coated menu on the table meant room service too. But the transparent bathroom attached to the bed, and the feminine wash in the amenity bag? Proof this wasn't your average boutique.
That button to black out the bathroom window—it's gotta be separate, right?
The AC hummed to life, cool air circulating. I shrugged off my thin cardigan, and Hanjiu, who'd shoved our bags aside, sidled up.
"You wanna shower first?"
But even as he said it, his hard hand was on my bare midriff below the crop top. With kissing off-limits in our arrangement, these little touches were how we revved up. And my body responded like a proper woman's right away.
"C-can't we just... do it?"
I'd gone to all this trouble to look pretty. I wanted to stay pretty even during sex.
Hanjiu shook his head slightly.
"No condoms. Gotta grab some."
Oh right—he'd said he'd stop at the convenience store but forgot.
"No amenities?"
"Nah. Got your wash, though."
Love motels usually stocked them. Guess this one's differentiating.
He pulled his hand away, but my body craved it back—deeper, hiking my skirt, tugging it under.
"Tonight, let's just go raw."
I don't know. Something's wrong with me...
"Hey, that's risky."
"It's fine. It'll be fine."
Even as he said it, his fingers grazed my panties. Feeling the dampness outside, he tapped lightly over it.
"You sure it's okay?"
"Nngh... P-period just ended... It'll be fine."
That damn period dragged an extra day, finally over Saturday. Today was Monday—ovulation probably Friday or Saturday.
No sooner had I said it—
"Ha-ut!"
Hanjiu pounced. My body lifted into the air, then settled softly onto the bed.
"One more thing."
"Hngh!"
His hands yanked off the crop top ruthlessly. Lips to my collarbone in just my bra, he continued.
"First time seeing you in a skirt."
"U-unnie... Ah! Harin unnie said it'd suit me."
"Yeah. It's pretty. Suits you perfect."
What the—! Praise he never gave made my heart slam. He couldn't hear it from this close, right?
"Uhngh!"
"What's this? You're getting even wetter all sudden."
"Y-you psycho-oo."
"Hey, Song Yujeong. Haven't done it since last time with you. Held out solo?"
Last time? Before exams, right? Not even a week.
"Liar."
"Truth."
"No solo at all?"
"Yeah. Held out."
"Possible?"
I knew from my guy days—no way past three days, let alone a week free post-exams.
"Try it with a girl once, bet you could hold out."
"I can't anymore-ee!"
His fingers, teasing just the entrance, plunged in—right to the spot, center of the wall, pressing the pleasure source hard. Then he tugged down the bra cup, taking my nipple in his mouth, rolling it.
"Haa-ut! Nngh!"
"So, Song Yujeong—why're you soaked already?"
"D-don't knooow! Haaang!"
"Excited 'cause a guy like you wore a skirt?"
"Q-quit saying weird shit!"
I shoved him off—barely, desperately. Nearly came before he even entered. For real!
Steadying my ragged breath, I wiped a stray tear and eyed him. He'd stripped his top already.
"Hah... Whew, your body's gotten insane."
Way different from the start. No flab, muscle lines popping, even abs showing.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. But more muscle and it'd get gross."
"Aiming to maintain this."
"Possible?"
"Cut protein, tweak workouts. Trainer bro says."
He shed his sweats, fully naked. That massive thing between his legs—never got used to it. That really went inside me?
"Anyway, Song Yujeong. Breasts okay today?"
"Yeah. Go hard."
I swallowed that I preferred breasts—down there was too intense, I'd lose my mind. He nodded, hand to my back. Bra hooks were a breeze now.
What if my tits smell sweaty...?
"Gonna touch."
That worry drowned in the grand pleasure blooming from my nipple.