6. The Battery Commander's Dinner Invite (1)
About 30 minutes after our gym session with Captain Lee Seon-ah ran a bit over, I headed back to the battery with her. Throughout the workout, the mental exhaustion had piled up twice as much as the physical fatigue, or so it felt. Stopping in front of the administrative office, she suggested we have dinner together that evening.
"It's your first day on the job, Jaejun, so you should eat with me. If you're free later tonight, come over to my place."
"Yes, Battery Commander. That sounds perfect."
"Alright, then. I'll wrap up a few things, and we'll head out together."
"Got it!"
Thunk... ring-a-ding. Around 6 p.m., about 30 minutes after official off-duty hours, the door to the Battery Commander's Office—located to the left of the administrative office—closed, followed by the sound of the door lock engaging.
Soon after, the battery commander emerged from the still-open administrative office door. Still dressed in her leggings and windbreaker, she spoke first to Master Sergeant Go Suyeon, the administrative officer wearing the duty officer armband.
"Take good care of the battery tonight, Administrative Officer. And call me right away if anything comes up."
"Yes, Battery Commander. Get some rest~"
"Thanks. Let's go, Jaejun."
Flashing a slight smile at the administrative officer, I followed the battery commander out of the barracks building. She led me to her car.
Vroom... As soon as we climbed into her mid-size SUV, she quickly buckled up and started the engine. Once she confirmed I'd fastened my seatbelt in the passenger seat, she hit the accelerator, and the car smoothly glided toward the guard post with us inside.
"Jaejun, what do you want for dinner?"
Captain Lee Seon-ah asked casually as she drove, inquiring if I had any preferred menu in mind. It was our first meal together, right after the gym, so beer and chicken sounded perfect—but we'd had chicken with Minju and Senior Somi just yesterday. With that option off the table, my brain spun quickly, landing on a crowd-pleaser that appealed to all ages and tastes.
"Uh... how about pork hocks, Battery Commander?"
"Pork hocks? Sounds good."
The next moment, she approved my suggestion, pulled up a delivery app on her phone, and handed it to me, pointing out a specific shop.
"Order the half-and-half large from OO Pork Hocks."
Pulling up in front of the building next to mine, we got out and followed her up to her second-floor apartment. The interior was identical to my place. At first glance, her home looked impeccably tidy, with even the basic furniture layout matching mine almost perfectly. The only difference was a small table in the living room, just right for two people.
"Go wash your hands first. I'll get everything else ready."
"No, let me help."
"Tsk... It's fine. Hurry up and wash."
"Yes, Battery Commander."
Her voice carried a touch of consideration as she urged me to wash up first. With no choice, I headed to the bathroom.
Whoosh... scrub scrub scrub.
'The battery commander seems way more caring than she looks...'
As I lathered up with soap, thoughts of her naturally filled my head. When we first met, her cool, sharp impression had me a little worried. But after spending the day together, she turned out to be far friendlier than I'd feared. Sure, becoming her gym buddy probably helped, but she treated me like the friendly neighborhood big sis I knew from back home.
My fondness for her was growing in that moment when, absentmindedly glancing to the side of the sink, my eyes caught a top-loading washer with its lid wide open. It felt like Pandora's box, and a sudden urge to peek inside surged through me.
'Her clothes... panties too, probably...'
Combined with the memory of her voluptuous body that had gotten me fully hard in the gym earlier, an intense craving hit me for the underwear that had clung to her most intimate spots. Imagining a bra wrapping those melon-sized tits, or panties covering that explosive ass and the clear axe-wound outline of her pussy, my head heated up fast.
Like a magnet, I stepped away from the sink toward the washer. My gaze locked onto the open lid.
Thump thump thump!
"Huff... huff..."
Heart pounding wildly from the lewd anticipation and dizzying tension, breathing ragged in my ears, I leaned over to peer inside. The shadowed interior came into view, half-filled with laundry: military-issued towels, digital tees, leggings, and various clothes piled up. Between a pair of navy leggings, a thin black strap caught my eye.
My hand moved instinctively toward the mysterious black strap...
Slither...
"Gasp!"
The moment I tugged it free from the pile into the bright light, an uncontrollable gasp escaped my lips.
Whoosh!
"..."
I whipped my gaze toward the door, terrified the sound had carried outside. Hearing no footsteps or her voice, I turned back—and there in my hand was a tiny scrap of fabric. Holding it up with both hands, I examined the design: thin black straps forming a T, connected to a soft, palm-sized inverted triangle of cloth. It was...
Captain Lee Seon-ah's T-panties, waiting for me just outside.
Squelch❤️ The realization that these T-panties had covered her massive ass and plump pussy lips sent my cock into overdrive, ballooning out my pants massively. It strained so hard the rubber waistband of my shorts twitched. Precum oozed out in sticky globs, my monster dick throbbing with the thrill of my arousal.
Before I could even register the dampening front of my panties stretching taut, my eyes fixed on the center of the T-panties' triangular gusset—the spot that must have pressed right against her pussy. There, a white crust had hardened.
I brought the center, emanating a faint, unidentifiable scent, close to my nose.
"Sniiiiif..."
A slightly tangy but utterly non-offensive aroma hit me—lewd, stirring a perverse excitement.
"Sniff... huff!"
Gulp! Heave!
The more I inhaled, the more addictive it became, my massive cockshaft twitching in response. My mind flooded with fantasies: grabbing her bursting ass from behind and pounding her senseless. Picturing my thick monster cock slamming into her dripping, overflowing slutty pussy, my right hand started rubbing my shaft.
If she opened the door now, she'd catch me with her panties on my face, jerking off—a disastrously risky situation. But lost in the feral heat from her musky female scent, I couldn't think straight. Rationality half-gone, my brain was consumed by the urge to bury my nose in her T-panties and blow a massive load.
Shlick shlick... squish squish squish❤️
Every stroke over my shorts ground the precum-soaked tip against my panties, producing obscene sounds. In my fantasy, burying my cock root-deep in her hot, sticky depths, I felt orgasm building.
Reduced to a pure beast in heat, that's when a sound from the door froze me solid...
Knock knock knock!
"Jaejun, you coming out? Everything okay?"
"!!!..."
The knock boomed like thunder, followed by Captain Lee Seon-ah's voice from beyond the door. Brain freeze hit; I could only turn my head, body paralyzed.
Clutching the last shred of reason, I cleared my throat with a fake cough and blurted the ultimate excuse.
"Ah... Battery Commander... sorry, my stomach just started hurting suddenly..."
"Oh, really? No rush, take your time..."
She sounded a bit flustered but bought the unbeatable alibi, telling me to come out when ready before her footsteps faded.
Just then, relief washed over me from deep within for narrowly escaping getting caught in my pervy act.
"Phewww..."