Heading South!
After a round of torrential rain had passed, late spring slipped away, and a heat that already felt like summer settled in.
It was the season where just standing still under the blazing sun was enough to make beads of sweat bloom across your skin. Even so, there was something about driving with the cool air blasting that put you in a genuinely good mood.
"Anyway, that's why I ended up heading south for a bit. Not sure I'll make it back today. Sorry."
"It's okay. Finish your business and come home. Ye-rim and I will be waiting."
"Yeah. I'm really sorry... and I love you, Eun-ju."
"Me too!"
Right before the line went dead, a string of kissy little sounds came through the speaker. Just like the mother who'd given birth to a fox, she was a ridiculously cute woman, overflowing with aegyo.
I hung up and quietly watched the world beyond the window. A stretch of beautiful coastline unspooled beside the road — blue water glittering under the sun, the waves rolling up onto land in a steady rhythm, shattering against rock and sand only to gather themselves and come together again.
Was life like that too? A cycle of meeting and parting, over and over. I never used to think this way. The fact that I'd been getting sentimental lately probably meant I really was getting older.
Still in my prime, though.
In an age where people lived to a hundred, I hadn't even lived half my life. Plenty of years left. Plenty of money. And the world was wide, and so were the women... Gazing at nature and getting misty-eyed about the human condition could wait until after I'd rolled around with a few hundred more of them.
I kept driving, pointed toward the place Do-hyang had settled down. Given that I hadn't heard otherwise, she was probably still living in the same spot as last time. And sure enough...
There it was, sitting just across a single road from a wide-open view of the sea: a cozy little shop in pastel tones, cute enough to look like it had been arranged by hand.
It really was a nice spot.
The kind of place she would love, too. I parked somewhere reasonable and walked the rest of the way, taking my time as I approached the building. Emerald and ivory played off each other across an interesting little facade, and the entrance was a riot of potted plants — so many that a soft, natural fragrance came out to greet me as I drew near.
Herbs. Peak growing season for them, after all. I didn't know the names, but the scent was familiar, and I found myself smiling as I turned toward the door. I reached for the handle... and let it go again.
A little sign hung on the front. Cute letters had been carved into it:
Ah. She'd already gone out for lunch.
The time was 11:53. Lunch hour had barely started, which meant if I waited here, there was no telling how long I'd be standing around. I thought about calling, then felt bad — she'd probably come rushing back on my account. Wife or not, she had her own life. The freedom to sit down to a good meal and enjoy it. The right to meet someone and talk their ear off. I wasn't the kind of man who got in the way of that. Hell, I was the one running around meeting this woman and that.
Do-hyang and I knew each other well enough not to go poking around in each other's private lives. So I'd go find somewhere decent to eat and come back. If I got lucky, we might even end up at the same restaurant...
Either way, there was no reason to keep waiting under this blazing sun. I turned around and retraced my steps, then pointed the car toward one of the better-known spots in the area — the mudflat-octopus place Do-hyang and I used to hit from time to time.
I pulled into the lot and got out, and the octopus-character sign hoisted high over the building hit me right in the eyes. It was old, the paint faded in patches... but looking at the cars packed tight outside and the people filling every table inside, it was like seeing a young man whose face had aged while the blood in his veins was still running hot.
Still, it seemed even noisier than usual today.
The entrance alone had a restless, bustling energy to it. I stepped inside with that question still hanging, and fragments of conversation from people on their way out drifted past my ear.
"Whoa... seeing them up close is actually insane."
"Right? Total goddesses, no?"
That was the men. A beat later, another exchange floated by.
"I could look like that if I got my makeup done, I'm telling you."
"For real. Their makeup is no joke."
The women. The inference wasn't hard. Some kind of celebrity had dropped in — and from the way the customers were reacting, they were women. Actresses, maybe?
I moved further in to see who it was, and then—
Hm? Da-hye?
There she was. Among the people eating at a table that had drawn every eye in the room, Da-hye was sitting right in the middle. Which meant this was that idol group that had been blowing up lately? I knew they were a four-member act, but there were other people mixed in at the table, and from behind they all looked more or less the same, so picking out who else was an idol wasn't easy. They'd probably come down this way for a shoot.
That aside — goddamn. For a twenty-year-old, she had something enormous hanging off her upper body, and every time she shifted to pull a dish closer, those huge things bounced hard, up and down. And every time they did, the dry swallows from a few of the men watching were... uncomfortably distinct, even from where I stood.
Lunch was a lost cause, then.
I turned to leave, and a server spotted me and called out. I looked over — the owner's daughter.
"Huh? Mr. Seo-hoo?"
"Ah... been a while, Ari."
She finished setting down a customer's food and trotted over, beaming like she was genuinely happy to see me.
"You... you really grew up, huh? Last year you still looked like a little kid."
"A little kid? Do I still look like a little kid?"
She tossed her head back and bent her body into an S-curve, trying to look all grown up. The pose was so deliberately goofy I couldn't help a small laugh. She laughed along, then whipped her head around, scanning the room, and her eyes went round.
"But where's Do-hyang?"
"Ah. No idea. She went off to eat on her own, so I ended up coming alone."
"Ehh... so you're by yourself right now?"
Ari put on the kind of sly grin you'd expect from a cartoon villain. Heh. I knew exactly what she was thinking. Whenever I came here it was always with Do-hyang, and because of that, everyone in this place took us for a couple. And there had always been one person who was not happy about that arrangement...
She was standing right in front of me.
"So do you have anywhere to be after you eat?"
"Why?"
"Why else! I was going to fill that empty seat for you!"
I shook my head. Then I lifted a finger and pointed behind her. She tilted her head and started to turn — but before she could finish, a meaty hand came flying in and smashed into her back.
SMACK!
"AAAGH!!!"
It was loud enough that every head in the restaurant snapped toward us. The owner didn't care. She grabbed Ari by the ear and bellowed.
"And what do we think we're doing during the lunch rush, my dear daughter?"
"A-aaagh! M-Mom, let go and then talk, just— please...!!!"
"I let go, you gonna actually work?"
"O-okay! I'll do it, I'll do it!!!"
Only then did she release the ear, crack her daughter across the ass for good measure, and send her back to work. Ari grumbled her way toward the kitchen, dragging a milk crate. The woman turned to me. Mid-forties, well-built, the kind of presence that filled a doorway. She gave me a hearty, almost mannish laugh and offered a greeting.
"It's been a while. But where's your girlfriend?"
"She went to eat first, so I ended up coming alone, unfortunately."
"Then sit down. I'll get a table ready for you!"
I tried hard to refuse — it felt like I was putting her out — but she planted me in a seat anyway. It didn't look like the usual regular-customer treatment, but watching her do it, I felt like I understood why this place never ran out of people.
I ordered the usual stir-fry and sat there watching the wall of onlookers. A sudden ripple of murmurs went through the room, which probably meant the celebrities who'd been holding court were getting up. And sure enough... they started filing out the door, one by one.
That was when Da-hye's eyes happened to lock onto mine. Her head was already turning away when it hitched, then snapped right back.
"Huh?!"
Something told me acknowledging her right now would be a headache, so I just gave her a small smile... but whether it was because she was still young or just the type who didn't know a stranger, she strode right over, dropped herself into the seat across from me, and said hello.
"Mister! It's been so long!"
"Hey, Da-hye. Or should I be calling you Yu-na?"
"No, Da-hye is fine! We're not on camera, so you can call me whatever."
She gave me a bashful little grin. Ah... this was going to be a problem. A pretty smiling face and a pair of eyes-on-you breasts sitting this close was all well and good, except it meant every gaze in the room had just landed on me. The kind of looks people wear when they're trying to figure out what you are to each other. And it wasn't just the spectators. Her colleagues were doing the same thing.
Three girls around twenty who'd been heading out came right back in and crowded in beside Da-hye.
"Who's that?"
"Someone you know?"
"Introduce us too!"
Nngh... nice as this was, my face was about to be everywhere.
That aside, they really were something else. Idols, they'd said, and every last one of them was a beauty. Different bodies, different faces, each with her own flavor — and every one of them looked like she'd taste incredible. Work Da-hye and take the rest as side dishes. Or a four-on-one, even...
Just a fantasy. A wish. A four-on-one, though... hah. Was that even possible? I'd have to ask Master next time I saw him. Whether he'd ever done it. Knowing that old man, he probably had...
Anyway, I entertained Da-hye and her members just enough and sent them on their way as fast as I reasonably could. I still had to eat, and there were far too many eyes on us.
Once the four beauties were gone and the clock pushed past one, the restaurant that had been packed wall to wall thinned out into something almost quiet. Ari drifted back over and we started tossing jokes back and forth — and then a message landed.
Da-hye.
Heh. Fair enough... it was about time she started missing the taste of my cock. I'd driven it all the way into her womb, over and over. The second she saw me, that night must have come rushing back.
So maybe I carve out a little time this evening? If things went well... I might even get lucky enough to taste her colleagues too. And even if I didn't get that far, I could at least lay the groundwork. Time to start drawing up a plan.
Been a while since I had idol pussy. Let's change that. Just thinking about flooding their wombs with cum... ngh. I was already throbbing.