Sore Awakening and Lingerie Revenge

Somehow, I poured myself another full cup and then—rrrrring—the shrill ring of an unfamiliar phone forced my heavy eyelids open. Augh... My head throbbed. My brain refused to function properly. I hadn't even drunk that much, so why the hell was I like this? Wait, more importantly, where was this? And who was this guy lying next to me...?

As I shifted, a fierce ache exploded in my lower abdomen. That jolt brought back the memories I'd conveniently forgotten. Not that they were worth remembering in the first place—I could've just ignored them entirely.

Haaah... Seriously, last night I'd gotten fucked raw. And he'd come inside, no less.

"Ahem, ahem."

Anyway, since I'd been fucked like that, could I even walk properly today?

I cleared my throat awkwardly and reached for the phone on Jiwoo's nightstand. But it was just out of reach, so my hand brushed against him here ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and there. Especially my breast—the tip grazed his prickly stubble.

"Hnngh!"

The sensation drew out a weird moan from my lips. My body must still carry yesterday's traces. I glanced nervously at Jiwoo, still lying there, but he just scrunched his eyes and turned his head away sharply. Good—he hadn't noticed.

I hung up the receiver amid the front desk ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠staff's stiff tone. Gotta hurry and get ready. Not just for the late fee, but this boutique hotel was right on the main drag in the bustling district. Linger any longer, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd be parading past lunchtime crowds with the fact that this guy had fucked me plain as day!

I swept back the itchy bangs tickling my forehead and sat up in bed. Unlike some woman who might huddle under the covers against the chill up to her neck, Jiwoo lay sprawled in just his panties, no blanket at all. His eyes squeezed shut, breathing softly in sleep—he looked kinda cute, mismatched with his bulky build. For someone so neat-freakish, he sure slept soundly on sheets sticky with mixed fluids.

I yanked open the blackout curtains, and scorching summer sunlight flooded the room. Aiming at the wriggling Jiwoo, I smacked his broad chest with my palm.

"Hey, Han Jiwoo! Get up. We gotta shower and go!"

"Ughhh..."

"One hour till check-out. You want first shower?"

"F-fine... fine already!"

Despite his meticulous personality, Jiwoo was weak in the mornings—or more precisely, weak at waking up. He'd always been like that, no change. He squirmed right into the covers I'd been using.

I watched him a moment, then headed for the bathroom. Or tried to.

"Fuck..."

I muttered a quiet curse under my breath so Jiwoo wouldn't hear. The pain in my lower abdomen was worse than usual, forcing me into an awkward waddle. At least the culprit was still half-asleep and oblivious. Hot water should help. Limping along, I flipped the switch by the sink to raise the frosted glass partition and plopped onto the toilet to start my morning.

~

Under the pouring shower, I washed away the remnants still leaking from inside me down my thighs—stuff I'd groaned and pushed out until nothing more would come last night. Creampie or not, it wasn't like those lewd comics from my dick days. No scorching flood filling me up! No belly bulging out! Nothing special, really. If I had to nitpick, maybe the feel of Jiwoo's cum hitting my insides when he came. Or how much more slick poured out when he pulled free. Without a condom, my insides definitely felt hotter, tighter, like he said.

Whatever. Bottom line: it was just a hassle from my end. A bit disappointing, not matching the hype? Why bother taking it inside then? It's not like I'd get knocked up by Jiwoo.

Yeah, yeah. That's what I thought.

But why was last night's sex so damn good...? Hmm... Rating it honestly: 9.9/10, out of this world! Condom or not didn't matter much, but that thrill—the depravity of taking a guy's load inside. Really feeling that my body was a woman's—hnngh! Ugh, no, stop. Can't get turned on now. Snap out of it, Song Yujeong!

I shook my head roughly. Any deeper into those thoughts, and I'd trigger a late check-out for sure. I rinsed away the white trails snaking down my thighs, flushing those ideas with them. The hot water finally eased the ache in my lower belly a bit. After drying off roughly, I slipped into the bathrobe on the wall and stepped out.

Jiwoo was still sprawled on the bed. Must've gotten too stuffy under the covers—he'd kicked them off again. My gaze naturally drifted to the expanse of firm, flesh-toned chest below his massive shoulders. Yesterday it felt so reassuring; today, nothing special. Okay, the tenting bulge over his boxer briefs was a little much, but whatever.

"Jiwoo, hurry up and shower."

"Ugh... you done?"

"Yeah, just you left. I'll use the hairdryer!"

I smacked his sturdy chest a couple times to rouse him, then sat at the vanity. The hairdryer's roar made Jiwoo squirm in the mirror, burying his face in the pillow again. I cranked it up a notch, and finally he dragged himself out of bed, shambling to the bathroom.

Glancing at the time: about 30 minutes left. But this hairdryer—loud as hell, yet the airflow's so weak! Grunting through drying my hair, I heard noisy water rushing over the din. The bathroom's weird layout amplified the sound.

I peeked in the mirror.

Wait—hold up! Did that idiot not press the button?

"Pfft, pffft."

Through the now-clear glass (blinds must auto-raise when lights off?), Jiwoo stood at the toilet, pissing away with sleepy blinks.

"Damn, Han Jiwoo, starting the morning impressive!"

Finally sensing something off, he whipped his head around.

"Wh-what the hell! What's this?! Hey, Song Yujeong, turn away!"

"What're you embarrassed for? You said it was fascinating watching me get splashed down there in real time!"

~

We left the motel at 10:30. Too late for breakfast, closer to lunch honestly. The main street out front was sparsely trafficked. Only the front desk guy knew I'd been railed like a bitch by Jiwoo.

"What should we eat?"

Today's weather was insane too. Squinting against the brutal UV, I pulled out my phone to scout nearby spots when Jiwoo asked something weird.

"Song Yujeong, you okay? Hurt somewhere?"

"Me? Nah. Why?"

"Your walk's been weird since earlier."

Ah... Unconscious habit. I played it cool, straightening my gait.

"These heels. Borrowed from that sister—high ones, but a tad small. Heel must be rubbed raw."

Jiwoo bought it, thankfully.

"Now that you mention it, your feet are tiny. What size?"

"220mm."

"Huh? 220? That's kids' size territory."

"Shut up! Women's shoes go to 220!"

Adult heels are rare, sure. But they exist if you look! Really!

"Crazy. We ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠used to be the same size."

"Yeah. Borrowed your soccer cleats."

"280 to 220—that's a 60mm shrink?"

"Look at the height and build difference first. Don't fuss over feet."

And dude! Every little thing fascinates you? Super annoying from my side!

"220's tiny even for women, right?"

"Not that tiny, but smallish."

No woman I'd seen had smaller feet than mine. Even Harin unnie's were a bit bigger...

"Your height's pretty tall though."

Yeah. 168cm—above average. Standing next to a tall guy made it seem shorter, but I held my own.

"Shrinking to 220 feet at that height must suck."

"It does. Long walks kill my soles."

More than that—what the hell are you doing?! I'm hunting lunch spots, and you're fixated on feet!

"Enough about feet! What're we eating? I'll pick."

"Go for it."

"Ugh, that attitude pisses me off. Any foods you hate?"

"Nah?"

I glared, but food-wise, I'd never win against him.

"Instant tteokbokki then."

"Tteokbokki? Instant spicy rice cakes? Girl through and through—look at that menu pick."

Argh, seriously! So annoying! And he loves tteokbokki too!

M-style makeup, clothes back to normal—his attitude reverted too, unlike last night. Comfortable, yeah, but no. Han Jiwoo, time for payback today!

With that in mind, I veered from the instant tteokbokki cluster at the district entrance toward a spot I'd scoped last night.

"Hey, quick detour first."

"Where?"

"Just follow. No chatter."

"Gotta know where though."

You'd bail if I said. Can't drag that bulk by force.

"You wouldn't know anyway. Plus, tteokbokki places open at 11:30."

Wheeling and dealing Jiwoo along, our destination: a lingerie shop on the main street. Not just any underwear store—a proper lingerie boutique.

Time to crush that smug nose!