It's a tad dramatic, though. The benefits are good, overtime is rough, but at least you're compensated for it. People are… fine, your boss even nice at times, but you always thought you were destined for so much more than a 9-5.
(9-8, usually, you remind yourself, looking at the time.)
---
Hey, remember when you were complaining earlier? Well, there's some good to all of this.
If you like being poked in the side of the stomach every couple of hours, that is.
"Ow!" you yelp as the poke sends a sharp jolt through the side of your stomach. "What the hell, Yujin!"
"Hush, you'll be fine," she waves away your complaint. "Did you see this?" She shoves the printout in your hand.
"Are you being dramatic again?"
"Well, yeah. No more than you though. Can't even take a poke to the stomach," she rolls her eyes, but the shadow of her dimples tells you all you need to know.
"What is it."
"A thanksgiving potluck! When I applied for an American company, I thought the work culture would be better. I didn't expectall this… extra stuff!"
You scan the paper, a list of thanksgiving food items and names assigned to them.
"This is work culture. It's a work potluck."
"This doesn't affect ROI's! It's above my paygrade!" Yujin cries.
"You get paid more than me."
"I do more work than you."
"Hush, we're talking about the potluck. You got assigned… cranberry sauce. I got assigned the mac and cheese. I'm sure you can manage."
"We're in Korea! No one eats cranberries! I don't even know where to get them! Trade with me."
You put on your most smug face. "Sorry, Yujin, boss specifically asked me to do the mac." You stretch, faux-arrogance lining your voice. "Famous family recipe, you'd understand. I make it every year."
In your stretch, you're of course, vulnerable.
Poke
"Yah! What the hell!" you yelp much too loud, and suddenly you're acutely aware you're standing at the fax machine with the prettiest girl in the office, all eyes trained on the two of you talking about macaroni during work hours.
"Bootlicker!"
Yeah, so it's not all bad.
---
Like a mound of gold, you carry that pot of mac through the building with utmost care, steam billowing through the gap in the tinfoil drawing eyes from everyone in the damn place.
Elevator's about to close, and through the front door comes a sight you'll etch into your memory forever. Perfect woman she is, Yujin, hair slightly a mess, runs towards you, container in hand.
Unconsciously, your foot is at the elevator door, holding it open.
She walks into the elevator in a hurry, placing her container directly on top of your macaroni pot, probably smushing the pasta through the tinfoil. You can't help but cringe.
"Did the cranberry sauce win?" you laugh.
"I was up. All. Night." She runs her fingers through her hair, inspecting herself in the elevator mirror. "This party better be damn worth it."
"Just wait 'till the Christmas party."
She takes the container back, eyeing your macaroni.
"Smells good," she manages.
It's a glowing success. Well, you should've made more, to be honest, but still, second, third helpings of the stuff are piled high onto peoples plates.
And yet…
"It's not bad, Yujin," you wince, trying your best to hide your reaction as you bite down on a cranberry sauce lathered turkey.
"It's horrible, you're like, the only one who's taken any!"
"N-no seriously, this is like, my third helping."
Her shoulders slump. "Don't lie to me, you've been holding back a cough the whole time."
"Have n-not!"
"You just did it again!"
"Look, I'll even get more."
"Hmm."
Okay, she's bickering in that playful way she always does, but if there's one thing you've learnt about Yujin working with her for half a year, it's that she's very proud. Not in some arrogant, in your face way, just, she works hard, you know.
"Your mac is good. Like, really good," she changes the subject.
You shrug. "Well, it's a family recipe, so."
"Yeah well," she stabs some macaroni and brings it to her lips. "You should teach me some time."
===
It's these little moments that keep you here (not all of them have to do with Yujin, one time your boss invited you into his office and pulled out a bottle of scotch from under his desk, said it was 'for the occasion', whatever that meant), but the paper work is still an unending stack of monotony.
It's good, in all aspects of the word.
But you don't want good. You want something more, something that you can connect to.
You don't want somewhere you can just autopilot, let the workplace around you blur as time moves around you. You want somewhere you can take your own steps.
"You're spacing out again," Yujin's voice cuts, and you instinctively move your hands to protect your sides.
You intercept her outstretched finger aiming for a poke.
Dimples are back, and she's smiling, and you almost forget how damn boring this job is. "Wow, you're getting better," she says slowly, ripping her finger out of your hand because the contact feels a little too real here at the fax machine. "Look at this!"
It's a similar sheet to the thanksgiving potluck assignments, but this one is headlined with: CHRISTMAS PARTY.
"They have me down for napkins! That's so embarassing."
You do your absolute fucking best to hold in a laugh.
"Well, napkins are important."
Maybe laughing would be better. She moves so fast you can't even react, two jabs of her fingers at either side of your abdomen causes you to buck forward.
"Ow! What the hell!"
Some of your coworkers don't even react to your bickering anymore.
"I can't just bring napkins, this was supposed to be my redemption!"
"I already told you, your cranberry sauce wasn't that bad."
She crosses her arms, and her face doesn't betray her. She's annoyed. "Don't patronize me."
You think of insisting, but that look on her face is pure determination.
"Okay, it could've been better."
"Exactly, and now I can't prove I can do better. They gave the cranberry sauce to you— look!"
It's true, next to your name is the familiar macaroni and cheese, but also cranberry sauce.
"Okay, it's decided," she settles, "we'll make it together."
So, An Yujin is at your house, with that damn smile you've only seen in daylight. It's different at night, when there's less light pollution to block out how damn radiant she is.
So much for cooking together, though:
"So this is what you come home to every day, no wonder you're so…"
"So what?"
"Tedious, monotonous, hmm— oh, dull is a good one."
"That doesn't sound like me at all!"
"Yeah, not when you're talking to me. Usually, though." She says, taking a gander at your living room, and before you can react to the implications of what she said: "you could really use some plants, liven the place up a bit."
"What would I need plants for?"
"They're cute! Your kitchen is nice, though."
It is. It's one of the things you pride yourself on most, spices all lined up in the cupboard like little soldiers, dry ingredients labelled and stored perfectly, and the chef d'ouvre of the place, a custom built wine cabinet.
"So this is where your home decor budget goes huh," she teases, opening the cellar and pulling out a particularly expensive bottle of wine. "Corkscrew?" she smirks.
"Oh, make yourself at home, why don't you," you roll your eyes, but toss a corkscrew her way anyway. "What happened to cooking?"
"Well, we can't cook without wine! That'd just be boring." She finds your wine glasses, pouring particularly hefty helpings.
"Nope," you stop her before she can raise the glass to her lips.
"What do you mean, no?"
"You have to let it sit."
She rolls her eyes. "Oh, you're one of those," she teases, raising it again.
You grab the glass from her hands and place it back on the table. "Trust me, it's worth it."
She lolls her head, looking at you annoyedly. "How long, then?"
"Half an hour."
"Ugh. What are we gonna do for half an hour?"
You open your grocery bags, tossing her a pack of cranberries. "Sauce."
Cooking with Yujin isn't like cooking alone; it's chaos. There's splatters and noises you know don't belong, and it's only made worse when the wine has properly decanted.
"And now we just let it reduce for a bit," you say, closing the lid on the saucepot full of cranberry sauce.
Yujin's hair is a mess, her T-shirt stained red. "That's exactly how I made it last time. Like, exactly."
"Hmm, well, we'll see. Mac and cheese time."
"Ugh, can't we just make japchae. I'm good at that."
"No, people like my mac."
"Fine, then teach me."
"Get me the cheese," you request, grabbing the grater. "Yujin, cheese please— Yujin?" You turn around. "Hey! That's enough wine!"
"Never enough, this is the fun of cooking!" By the time she's done pouring, her glass is nearly full. "Get your glass!" she demands.
You reluctantly grab it, and she brings the bottle down to pour.
"Hold still."
"I am."
She tips the bottle up, dimples still etched on her cheeks with that sly little smile. "Oops." She tips the bottle nearly upside down until only the dregs pour out. "Looks like we finished it all."
She raises her full glass of wine (what, maybe 4 helpings worth) to her lips, raises her eyebrows slightly and sips.
"That's my wine, miss."
"I thought you wanted to cook, not drink— fine, hold out your glass."
You do, and maybe it's the wine, or the constant work wife allegations your coworkers berate you with, or maybe it's just Yujin here in your happy place, but you hold it out close to you so she has to saddle right up next to you to tip wine from her own glass into yours.
Okay, you're sensationalizing it, she's not saddled up right next to you. But she's close, closer than she is when she pokes your belly at work, or sits down across from you at lunch to pick at your food. She smells kinda homey, whatever that means.
She raises her glass to pour, and you realize, homey smells like fresh laundry and wine. She starts pouring, but not before her eyes flick to yours.
It catches you off guard, and you fumble with the glass.
If things weren't messy before, they are now. Yujin tries to overcorrect for your juddering hand, and spills the wine all down your front.
"Oh—" she stutters apologetically, but not before you grab her still full wine glass and jovially splash some on her, price be damned.
"Ugh, this T-shirt is ruined now! What the hell was that for!" The shadow of her smile still lingers, but it's hidden by her playfully challenging demeanor.
"You spilled on me, first. Plus, you already have cranberry stains all down your front."
"I did not! And your hand shook!" And she pokes you in the abdomen.
It goes like this, the night, and it's the most fun you've ever had while cooking.
Soon, the overwhelming smells take hold, and now considerably more drunk, stained, and giggly, you lift the lid of the sauce pot off, revealing the velvet burgundy of the cranberry sauce.
Picture it like a movie: you and Yujin bent low, eye level with the pot as you lift the lid, steam billowing out.
"It looks the same as mine did," Yujin says defensively.
"It'll taste better."
"How do you know."
"Because I made it."
She rolls her eyes. "Mhmm, sure. Get me a spoon." You both straighten up, and, spoon now in hand, she takes a small dollop of the sauce.
Blowing once, twice, she takes a bit of your sauce.
Her eyes close, and you're honestly a little nervous. You can't remember wanting someone to like your cooking as much as you do now.
She slowly opens them, and then: "damn. It's good."
Relief. "Why do you sound disappointed, hmm?"
"Would've been fun to tease you," she says plainly, loading her spoon again. "Here," she offers
Two things:
1) Yujin is spoon feeding you
2) Indirect kissing via that spoon
She's just staring at you too, waiting there, large brown eyes excited.
Your eyes find literally anything else to look at as you close your mouth around the spoon, and, unsimilarly, you don't close your eyes. Instead, your eyes focus as the flavours dance on your tongue, throwing whatever tension existing onto the backburner.
"Good, right?"
"Hmm," you reply.
"What? Oh, come on, don't be one of those people who can never be satisified with their own cooking. This is like, way better than mine."
"It needs something," you reply ignoring her earlier sentiments. "Hey, pass me a tablespoon, won't you? No— drawer on the left, yeah."
"Seriously?" she questions. "We already added sugar—"
"Trust me," you say, mixing just a tablespoon more in the sauce. "Try it now."
It's undeniable, her reaction says it all. If she liked it before, now, it's perfect.
"Wow."
"Better, right." It's not a question.
"Mmm," she answers. "Okay, that was really good."
It's simple, it's something you've heard about your food before. Hell, Yujin complimented your macaroni not 2 months ago, but seeing her reaction, it steels your resolve, it seals your decision.
"Good, then you can make it next thanksgiving— well, now that you know how to make it."
She settles from her reaction, grabbing a kitchen towel and wiping down a nearby counter. "Yeah, if they don't give it to you again."
"They won't."
"What do you mean they won't?"
"Yujin I— I think I'm gonna quit."
Her body tenses and her head flicks to you, and just seeing the look on her face you want to take it back. But then the look is gone, and she goes back to wiping. "Oh."
She says it like it doesn't mean anything; honestly, it shouldn't, really. You're just two coworkers making food. But it does, the air is loaded. And this is enough to crumble whatever resolve you had built up.
"I don't know, though," you say.
"Well, where would you go? What would you do?"
You peer around the kitchen. "This."
"What, cooking?"
"I know it's stupid, but I've always wante—"
"It's not stupid at all!" she exclaims. "It's brilliant!"
"You think?"
"Yes! It's so… you."
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, 'I don't know', you were so confident just a second ago."
"Yeah, but, this job is so stable. And I mean, I only cook at home, I don't know if I can make it as a pro."
Yujin leans back on the counter, raising her glass to her lips. A long, exaggerated sip, and she smiles. "I believe in you. I see you, you know, when you're sitting at your desk. I know you don't want to be here."
It's touching in a way, how she knows, how she pays attention. "Except when I'm talking to you," you say dryly.
"Well, I'm not like that," she says. "I can survive in this job without you." It's not meant as an insult, the opposite, actually. It's said like: 'don't worry about me, I can keep myself sane at work'. In her own special way, of course.
She stares at you, resolute, determined, like she's the one that's about to quit her job to cook, and then a timer beeps, signalling the macaroni is ready.
"We'll keep in touch, anyway."
---
Listen, it's not like you've been counting the days since you were last here, but it's been a while.
You still remember the humdrum of the lobby as you climb into the familiar elevator, and then: her.
Yujin, hair disheveled again, rushing through the lobby like she always does. Your foot sticks out, stopping the door from closing.
She's still looking down as she crosses the threshold of the elevator, but when she looks up, sees you and gives a little yelp, you can't help but smile.
But she clears her throat, straightens up, embodies professionalism (for some reason, she's never cared about that around you before), and says as plainly as she can, "what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off at that nice restaurant you never invited me to?"
You too stand up straight, sustain that pretense of this being an elevator with just two old coworkers. "I work here."
"You worked here. 6 months ago."
"Well, I'm back."
She turns to you, slumping. "What happened to your dream."
You shrug. "Hmm, I tried it. It wasn't for me."
"But you loved cooking!"
"Still do."
"Then why'd you leave?"
"It was stressful, hours were fucked. And I got yelled at like, 6 times a day. But really, it's because it's not the same."
"It's not the same as?"
"Cooking for you."
Yujin's cheeks go red, but her eyes never leave yours.
"Maybe I can do it again sometime?"
She clears her throat, composes herself. "Cooking with me," she corrects.
"Right, with you."
"Yeah, that wouldn't be so bad," she says as the elevator door opens to what will inevitably be your workplace for the rest of your life. "Wait— don't tell me you reapplied to this job just so you could ask me that! You could've just called!"
"Yeah, well," you say, stepping back into the familiar office, "this place isn't all so bad, is it."
"You hate it here."
"Not all of it, some of it is fun."
"Most of it isn't fun at all."
You shrug again. "A tablespoon of the stuff is all I need," you say, before walking off to your old desk.
---
The place is crowded, which kind of stresses you out, but even 30 years later, Yujin's smile is enough to calm you down.
She grabs your hand from across the table. "Are you nervous?"
"Not even a little bit."
"Hmm, right," she rolls her eyes, scanning a printout labelled 'GRAND OPENING MENU', until—
"From the chef herself!" Yujin glows.
The chef is walking towards you carrying an elegant looking dish.
"First courses are out in 10 minutes, and we're absolutely fucked," the young girl says. "But I wanted you to have this before shit goes down," she places the food (a pasta dish) on the table. "First plate of the restaurant."
Before you can even respond, the chef turns away in a hurry.
Suddenly, she stops, turns around.
"Mom, Dad— thanks," she mutters, before running back to the kitchen.
“Really? That sounds good! I hope you get it, you deserve it!” I cheered her, like I always do. She needs it.
“Right!? I knew it! If I get that new model, I’ll bake you millions of cupcakes!” Seeing her smile over something so simple was enough to make my day; her happiness was enough to fill my heart.
I don’t need cupcakes.
I just need Ryujin.
“Ryu, so how’s work?” She started working there a year ago. That's also the time when we chose to live as a couple.
I had already proposed to her once.
She turned me down—not because she didn't love me, but because she wanted us to stand on equal ground first.
"Ask me again next year," she'd told me.
"When I can proudly say I've built something beside you."
“The work? It’s… fine. Just a little overworked these past few days.” She stretched her arms overhead, letting out a relieved sigh; her stiffness these past days says it all about how much hard work she has done.
“You should take a rest.” I pointed my fork at her; she’s making me worried.
“No, it’s fine. We are one, right? I can’t just take a rest while you do all the work.” She parried my utensil with her own.
“Ryu–”
“Babe.” She looks straight into my eyes. “I love you. Now, eat… ahhh.” She pierced a baked tomato and offered it to me. I took it in my mouth, a sign of surrender as well.
I just can’t stop her.
I had to respect her decision.
“Do you know what the date is today?” She said in the middle of our breakfast. She’s shifting glances between me and her plate.
“Wednesday.” I know what she’s trying to point out, but I would like to tease her for the whole day.
“No! I mean… the date.” She shoots a death glare at me; those eyes are not playing, just what I wanted.
“April 27,” I answered, mid-chew, as the apple pie she had made tasted so good I hummed, especially with her baked potatoes.
“Right! So, what’s special?” Her eyes beamed up in anticipation, but sorry to disappoint you, Ryu, I don’t have plans to say it right now.
“Hmm… oh right!” Acting like I remembered something, she isn’t easy to fool, so I hope this will do the trick.
“Right! What is it?” She’s trembling in excitement. I can’t wait to see her tremble in anger instead. Oh, Ryu, I love you so much.
“I have to go! I have a presentation later! I still haven’t finished it yet!” I stood up. I had to go before she trapped me in the corner and forced me to say it.
“H-huh?” She looked puzzled. It worked.
“Bye! I have to go.”
“Wait.” She stood up as well and fixed my collar; it's her habit. No matter how mad she was, she always made sure I was good.
“Thanks!” I kissed her before slipping my shoes on and hurriedly leaving our apartment.
“O-oh, yeah, bye… come home safely!” I heard her last words before I shut the door.
I knew it very well, and I can’t wait to surprise her later.
It’s her birthday, I hope she won’t sulk the whole day. I might fold and regret it.
"I love you, Ryu."
Tonight, I'd finally give her the surprise she'd been waiting for.
The proposal she'd asked me to make one year later.
*****
“I never thought she really thought I forgot.” I smiled ear to ear while reading the messages she left for me.
RYU ♥️ | Me
Hey, did you really forget what’s special today?
Yah! Check the calendar!
I’m busy, I’ll talk to you later.
You always do.
Fine.
I’m still mad at you 😤
I love you!
I love you too.
CHECK THE CALENDAR!
I will! 😆
😠🙂
“She even dropped calling me babe.” I just can’t help reading it all over again.
“Are the reports done?” Ken, my co-worker, tapped on my cubicle, asking for the report that I needed to submit for the day.
“Ah, yes! It’s done. I’ll submit it.” I picked up the folder resting on the top of my table. I actually did it fast; I think it has something to do with how jolly I am at the moment.
“Okay, thanks!” Ken tapped my back, his way of telling me I did a good job.
I did a good job at work, and I also did a great job teasing Ryujin. What a day to be alive!
It’s time to go back to work. I can’t wait to see her face later. I’m trembling in excitement, I can’t hide my joy. I walked together with Ken on the way to our team leader’s office.
“W-w-what’s wrong with you?” Ken stopped and looked at me confusedly.
“Nothing! Let’s go!” I hooked my arms all over him. I can’t blame him; I usually frown during working hours, so seeing me happily working is dubious.
Time ran fast, and it’s already time to go home. The hum of the air conditioning unit, the sounds of the keyboard taps, and the rustling papers around me came to an end. In the lobby, tapping out my employee ID has never been more thrilling, but in fact, I am always excited to go home since someone is waiting for me.
Ryujin’s there.
“Excited as always.” The security guard greets me with his polite smile.
“Yes! Bye! Take care as always!” I passed through him, waving goodbye.
“Take care as well.” He greets me back.
The security had been there for years now, and he witnessed my ups and downs. I bet he can tell whether I’m happy or sad just in my presence.
After a sweet ride on the bus on my way home. I walked straight to the bakery where her favorite cakes are made. The sweet strawberry shortcake that she always had during special occasions.
“Good evening, excuse me.” As soon as I entered the shop, I greeted the woman who I supposed to be the owner. Why? Because she’s the only person who happens to be there whenever we buy something.
“One whole strawberry short cake, please,” I ordered, pointing at the only cake that was left, and fortunately, I made it on time.
“Again? Sure. You two must’ve really loved my strawberry shortcake.” The woman packed it up while I listened carefully to the shop’s surround sound.
“Yes, for real, it’s so good!” Ryujin really loved it, and everything she loves, I cherish.
“Yeah, I can say that. Did you order round 2?”
“Round 2?” I’ve been in the office the whole time. Did someone order before? Is it Ryujin?
“Yes. Your wife bought one earlier.” Ryujin surely did believe that I forgot her birthday. Now I feel bad for tricking her; I should apologize properly later.
“Really? Oh, I guess she really must’ve thought that I really forgot her birthday.” Informing the woman of what was really happening. “Oh, by the way, we’re not married. Yet,” and a little bit of correction.
But it feels nice to hear it.
Ryujin, my wife.
“Thank you!” I walked my way home after that short interaction.
“Wife. That’s nice.” Holding the box of cake with one hand, while the other pulled a smaller box from my coat’s pocket.
“She may have bought her own cake, but I have something more special.” Smiling over a box with a ring on it. The same feeling I had during the first proposal, but this time, she promised to fully accept it.
“...”
How did we end up together? We met during high school. She’s the class president, and I’m the back row president, let’s say quite delinquent. But everything changes when she first talks to me. Is it because she’s an angel and I’m the class devil? She instantly made me weak.
I remember it clearly, our first talk during breaktime.
I still remember the silence during our first coffee date. Thirty whole minutes. Neither of us knew what to say. She kept stirring a coffee she'd already finished. I pretended to read the menu for the fifth time.
The first time we held hands during the rain, we forgot to bring an umbrella during the rainy season.
The first fight we had was just because I refused to review for the upcoming exam.
And…
The first kiss under the afternoon light of a setting sun.
Looking back...
It was perfect.
“Looks like I’ll add another loving memory to my heart binder.” Every moment I had with her is a memory I cherish, but those are special.
“Hmm? Is this one still not finished yet? It’s already dark, and yet they are still working. They must be rushing.” While I’m walking, I came across a building that's been under construction for years now.
When Ryujin and I first moved into the neighborhood, the construction had already begun. Up until now, they’re still at it.
As I took another step, a boy approached the construction site, maybe out of curiosity. Apparently, there are machineries nearby carrying tons of metal tubes.
It’s dangerous.
“Hey! Kid! Don’t go there!” I warned him, yelling at the boy. But it seems like he didn’t hear me, the machine engine is much louder than my voice.
“AH— HEY! LOOK OUT!” The boy finally heard me, but is it too late?
The metal rods slip off the rope, coming from above.
The boy will not make it; the trajectory’s directly to him.
So I run, I’m not a superhero, I’m just a guy who wants to save a life.
“Boy— huh?” Another guy grabbed the boy out. The worst thing that ever happened was that all of us might be in trouble.
CRASH! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Oh, God! Thank goodness!” I exclaimed, seeing that all of us are fine. Though the metal rods were scattered all over.
“That would be a disaster— OH!” The box is ruined, and the cake is splattered all over.
“My cake! Oh, men…” As I thought of the ruined cake, “Ryujin bought one, I hope she’ll believe me if I say that I also bought one but ruined it since I played superhero.” I let out a sigh and laughed afterwards.
“Boy, are you okay?” I asked the boy who had just walked away as if nothing had happened.
“Huh? Not even a thank you.” I guess that’s just life. I bet that boy won’t even remember that near-death experience.
“The other guy even disappeared.” I wanted to talk to him a little, but I guessed he’s the real superhero; thanks to him, the kid’s safe.
“I guess I’ll go home— HEY! BE CAREFUL! CLEAN THIS MESS!” I changed my mind, I should give those construction guys a little scolding. “Did they hear me?” I added, but they didn’t seem to hear me since they were all busy running over.
“Right, I’ll go home, Ryujin’s waiting for me.” As I was about to walk out.
“Huh?” The cake’s box is in scarlet, “Maybe the strawberries.” I thought as I walked home after it.
“...”
“What could her reaction be? I guess she’ll be mad, then boom! I’ll propose. But should I hug her first? She actually thought I forgot her birthday. I feel bad tricking her.” A few meters more, and I’ll surprise Ryujin. I can’t help but tremble in excitement.
“Let’s go.”
“God, I knew it was dangerous.”
“I heard someone died.”
“Did an accident happen?” I heard the neighbors whispering, running in the same direction as I passed by. “I never saw one, maybe new,” I added.
I’m finally in front of our unit, and the first thing I noticed was that the door was slightly open.
“Hmm, Ryu must be checking if I’m already close or not.” My lips curled automatically into a smile, knowing how Ryujin always waited for me.
She usually waits at the building’s entrance, in the shed, or on the stairs. She always welcomes me with a hug.
“Huh? The wind?” As I was about to push the door, it automatically opened. Must be the wind.
As I walked in, the light dimmed, and there she was. The cake had a candle on, she really bought her own strawberry shortcake. Now I regret tricking her. She also cooked some dishes, she really prepared for her birthday, but I prepared not food, but a ring.
"Ryu?"
No answer.
She was staring at her phone, her hands trembling slightly. Oh! I forgot to text her that I’m out of the office already.
Looking at the table. The candle is burning, and wax slowly drips down the side. The room is silent.
“Is this her way of surprising me? I should be ready, she might hit me…” I smiled, tiptoeing my way to her.
As I approached, I called her one more time.
“Ryu? Still mad?"
Still nothing, her silence made me laugh awkwardly.
"Ryu?"
She didn't answer.
I scratched my cheek and laughed.
"Come on... I already said I'm sorry."
“Ryu—”
She suddenly stood up, her phone bouncing on the floor as she bolted out the door.
Leaving the birthday cake she really loves.
Leaving the lit candle, dripping, then eventually went out due to the gust she made when she walked out.
Leaving the dinner that she had prepared the whole day for our celebration.
Leaving everything, including me.
Ignoring me as if I wasn’t even there.
“Ryu! HEY!” I followed her outside. She started with a walk and eventually ran.
“RYU! SHOES!” I yelled at her while running, trying to catch her up, but she’s too fast. She’s running barefoot. She was barefoot. The pavement had to be freezing. She didn't even seem to notice.
“Ryu! Where are you going!? Wait for me!” She was still ignoring me; didn’t she hear me?
"Ryu! Hey, carefu—" A cyclist swerved to avoid her. I instinctively raised my arms. The bicycle rushed straight toward me.
“…”
It passed through me. Not around me, it went straight through me. “What the…” I turned around to see that the cyclist never even looked back.
But that’s not my concern.
“Ryu—”
There she was, and she finally stopped running.
Together with the crowd of onlookers. The yellow caution tape that you only saw whenever something bad happened, the ambulance with its sirens waking up the dark streets, and the officers who kept pushing the people away.
“R-Ryu—”
She went into the ocean of people, shoving anyone who’s on her way. The officer tried to stop her, but with only one word from her, he let her in.
“W-wait… this place is…”
The familiar place that I always passed by on my way to and from work. The metal sheet barricades, the machinery, and the metal rods…
I took a small step, then another one, catching up with Ryujin.
There she was, barefoot and now on her knees, staring at the metal rods that had been scattered earlier are being picked up one by one.
“Ryu… don’t kneel there, it’s cold…” I tried to reach for her shoulder, but I… passed through.
“What— t-t-the crushed strawberry cake…” As one of the rods was being taken off, the crushed pastry caught my attention.
“No…” I took a step forward.
The black coat that I bought with my first salary, the same coat Ryujin fixed earlier…
The watch Ryujin gave me during our tenth-month anniversary…
The employee ID that usually hangs off my neck during work…
And a hand…
“No.” Ryujin finally spoke.
I slowly turned around.
“N-no… No…” Ryujin’s eyes have been swelling, endless tears flowing down off her cheeks.
She’s not blinking.
Her face trembled as she shook it repeatedly.
“R-Ryu…”
“Sir, we acquired the CCTV’s nearby and handed over the investigation team.” An officer spoke nearby.
“And… we found this.”
The officer handed over a small box. The burgundy color, the intricate gold mouldings, and the fancy red ribbon decoration.
The burgundy box...
“…”
“No.”
“No.”
“…”
That was supposed to be… my engagement ring.
“W-why…” The last words from Ryujin before she finally let out the tears she was holding in. She screamed through the sudden pain. She yelled with her mourning tears.
“Ryu… sorry… I’m— I’m sorry!”
I broke as well.
Ryujin’s my everything.
Whenever she laughs, I laugh. Whenever she’s mad at something, I’ll be mad.
And whenever she cries, I cry.
“I’m sorry.” All I can say at that moment is sorry.
*****
She smiled so brightly that morning.
If someone had told me it would be the last breakfast we'd share…
I would've called in sick.
I would've held her hand a little longer.
She told me to come home… safely…
If I only knew.
I would’ve… proposed to her sooner.
“...”
“...”
“...”
A rhythmic beeping, are there sounds like this in heaven?
“Again?” The rain’s pouring, hard and cold. Every drop reminds you of the tireless days in your work and at home.
Home?
You don’t have something that you can technically call home. A home must be warm, but yours has been cold ever since your loved ones passed away. You returned to an apartment where the lights were always off. Dinner was whatever convenience store meal happened to be cheapest.
“Is this life supposed to be?” Is it just you? Or is it the same to other people? Are you the only leaf in a tree of unfortunate? If so, you have already proven it.
The rain goes wild, harder than you thought it could be. Droplets caused enormous splashes, enough to fog the road ahead of you. As you walk, the pathway slowly turns into an endless mist.
“Huh?” It might be less visible, but you can clearly see a kid running into the middle of the road.
“That kid—” Just as you thought it was dangerous, a truck with a speed comparable to a train was running one hundred meters away.
“Driving that fast in this weather! Kid!” You rushed in, running to the kid— there’s no kid?
The child should've been right in front of you.
Instead...
It’s an empty road.
“W-what!? Oh, hell no—” There’s no kid in sight, might be an illusion, a bad one. It’s too late to realize that now; you were already in the middle of the road with a raging truck bearing down on you.
Honkkkk!
What’s the use of the brake and horn if you act like the road’s your race track?
“Fuck– CRASH!” Your last word, maybe.
The truck hits you with a massive force. Your body floats in the air like a football, bouncing off the road after a wild strike and ends up slamming into the metal rail barrier, goal.
“K-k-kggg–” You tried to speak, but you can’t, your neck’s broken, and your lungs are battered. That “Fuck” might really be your last word, confirmed.
“It’s really the end.” You stared at the truck driver who got out of his mobile but instantly hopped in and drove away.
“Fucker can’t even take responsibility… fuck, I can’t move…” You helplessly staring in the damp road, your head is at the same level where the raindrops land.
“W-wait… I watched this before… truck… reincarnation.” You forced a smile, remembering that one film you watched on a pirated streaming site.
“I’ll be reborn—”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Hurry! Put it in!”
“S-sir!”
“AHHH!”
“Oh… don’t tell me…” You regained consciousness, your body’s numb, but their words… they might be doing something horny.
“Did I get reincarnated?” You’re finally going to have a fine, good life.
“Sir! Oh—” Your body’s numb, but your vision’s not. You can see a shift of weight from the right to the other side.
THUD!
You planted on the ground, face first.
“Hey! How come you dropped him!? Put him in the ambulance before it’s too late!” The man in a white coat ordered the guys in blue.
“Am I still alive? OH HELL NO!” You wanted to cry, but you can’t.
The hospital smells… nothing. Your senses are taken out of you bit by bit. Their voices are slowly fading away, your vision turning into a solid color.
“Does dying always feel like this?” A question lingers with you instead of hoping to live.
“Sir—” The very tiny senses you had left felt like you’re shifting again.
THUD!
“H-how come you dropped him again— oh! His head! Aish—”
Your body’s numb, but hitting your head on the ground still feels painful.
“This incompetent doctor…”
Your luck of being unlucky still surprisingly exists.
But finally, the last consciousness you had vanished.
*****
“Oh? It’s cold…” The first thing you felt. “I must be reincarnated in Europe… Swiss? Netherlands? Alaska? Or still Korea but luckier?” There are so many options, but all you care about is having a good life.
“Hmm… where am I?” You looked at your surroundings, the environment you were in, hopeful about which world you got reborn.
It’s a wide space in front of you, and the position you were in is kind of weird, as if you were placed on a shelf. There are four ladies around, the place is flushed with pink, a lot of stuff everywhere, and the ambiance is expensive.
“Am I rich? FUCKING YES!” The joy’s enough to make you hop… but you can’t.
“Huh? I—I can’t move.” You put a lot of pressure on your body, but there’s no movement. “Am I paralyzed or something? AM I STILL UNLUCKY IN THIS WORLD!?” You added upon realization that this new life might be worse than your past life.
You scanned the place you were in, repeating the process. The ladies, the pink place, the stuff— right the stuff.
“UHHH— WHAT THE FUCK IN THE—” Your face turned into horror or whatever if you really had a face right at that moment.
On your sides, a black dildo with visible veins protruding its shaft. On the farther shelves, there’s another type of toy that’s for women's entertainment purposes. The pink theme exudes feminism, and the ladies are there to sell…
“No… no fucking way…”
There’s no doubt about it.
You got reincarnated as a sex toy.
“...”
“FUCK! IT’S WAY WORSE THAN A HUMAN CAN BE—” There are a lot of questions in your mind that need an answer. How can you eat? Or do you even need to eat? How can you die again? So you can reincarnate into a better life.
And the most important thing of all, how could you live your life as a sex toy?
“Hello, welcome!” The ladies welcomed a customer.
“Huh?” It caught your attention as well. The ladies are more polite than the ones in the restaurant. Is selling sex toys better than food?
“Thank you.” The customer who had just entered greeted them back.
The woman who just entered is tall, around 170cm or something. She’s slender but fit, she’s coated in multiple layers of luxurious brands, but her aura is still leaking. She’s hell of gorgeous, but somehow, you can sense danger as she instantly locks her eyes with you.
“Is that the new model?” The woman just pointed at you.
“This woman is freaky! STRAIGHT UP FOR A DILDO!” You can’t run, you can’t hide, and you can’t escape her.
“Yes, madam. The model UL-67,” One of the sales ladies told her. They move right in front of you together with the customer.
“UL?” You and the woman had the same question: What does the UL mean?
“UL? Don’t tell me it’s unlucky.” You scoffed, of course it does, your model name must match your life.
“Unlucky, it was made in the Philippines. Unlucky is a homonym of the word Anlaki, which means big.” The explanation made you speechless.
“Oh… I see. Well, it’s a fact that it’s big.” The customer nods as if she understands very clearly. “I’ll take that one.” She points at you once again, if you could only avoid it.
“Then, we’ll pack it for you. It’s the only stock, so you can have it right away.” The staff took you, touching you delicately.
“Is it something special?” The woman poked your tip with her surprisingly delicate, slender finger.
“Yes, and you're lucky.” The sales lady flashed a satisfied smile, “By the way, what’s the name we’ll put in the receipt, madam?” she added.
“You said I’m lucky, well I am. Put Lucky Vicky.” This lucky Vicky is freaky Vicky.
“Thank you, please wait a moment. You can sit as you wait.” The sales lady brought you to the back of the store.
“Hey! You lady! Don’t give me to that freaky Vicky girl—” You surely knew that she can’t hear you.
Your words got shut down when the sales lady put you in a box like a corpse in a coffin. But that’s a fact, you’ve been dead and just reincarnated as their entertainment.
“W-wait… if I’m a dildo and she now owns me… does that mean…” This is the first time in a while you've brainstormed, except on your thesis.
“Does that mean… I’ll go to her— NO WAY!!” Right, she’ll use you just like what girls do with a dildo.
Soon, you’ll come in and out of her pussy like a saw on a board.
*****
The box opened, and finally, you got a glimpse of light after being drowned in darkness for an hour. Six girls are looking at you with mixed curiosity and excitement. One almost grew a heart in her eyes while staring at you. Freaky girls.
“You bought this?”
“Unlucky… 67… what an ugly name.”
“Cute!”
“Have you tried it?”
“Leeseo, no one can try a sex toy in a shop, and besides… it looked big, but Wonyoung definitely knows her capacity, she’ll handle it.”
“Actually, I don’t know if I can, but I will try.” She pulled you out.
“That voice… she’s the one who bought me…” You stared at her. No mask, no shades, no cap, and no multiple layers of cloth for concealment.
She’s actually stunning, her eyes, cheeks, lips, nose, and skin… but something’s off.
“...”
“WAIT A MINUTE— Wonyoung… Leeseo…” You recount the names you heard, then take a good look at their face. The tall ones, Yujin and Wonyoung. The cute ones, Leeseo and Rei. The soft ones, Gaeul and Liz.
“W-w-what in the world!?” You shook your head even though you don’t have any other head except your dick head.
“Wonyoung-unnie, before I forgot, the manager said you had a photoshoot tomorrow for MIUMIU.” Leeseo reminds Wonyoung.
“Yes, I got his message as well, thank you!” Wonyoung happily responds, then strokes your body as if you're jewelry, shining and expensive.
“IT’S REALLY THEM! IVE!” You exclaimed. The freaky, lucky Vicky who bought you is Jang Wonyoung, and the girls around you are her members. Their angelic faces and innocent actions on screen that you often see is just a mere facade of their horny existence.
“Why does it look like a mushroom? Are there any dildos like tanghulu?” Rei put three shiny muscat together, mimicking a tanghulu before putting it in her mouth in one shot. “Kgh– hmm…” She choked, then moaned right away.
“Why tanghulu? Not a katana dildo since you're Japanese?” Liz took an apple slice, slid the edge of it through her tongue in a very lustful manner, then took a bite of it. “Sweet.” She licked her finger afterwards.
“Why a sword?” Rei’s as confused as you are, by the way. Wonoyung kept stroking you, and it turned you on while listening to their crazy conversation.
“Imagine how samurai draw their sword, the way they sheath and pull it is similar to a dildo coming in and out of our pussy.” Liz reenacted everything she was telling, touching her clothed pussy and gesturing, stabbing it with a sword.
“Why do I feel like watching them makes me very sinful?” You want to close your eyes, but you don’t have an eye to begin with.
“So our pussy is the scabbard? What are you? Raiden Shogun? Pulling a sword out of your body.” Rei’s laughing at her, but it seems like she’s the only one who knew what she meant by it. Her laugh stopped the moment she realized it.
“Raiding Shotgun? There’s a dildo like a shotgun raiding our pussy?” Leeseo’s the most confused among them.
“You know, what? You girls are freaky, and Leeseo’s brain must have some kind of theme park inside it.” Yujin holds her head and swings it side to side. Leeseo swings accordingly.
“So, how much is it?” Gaeul pointed at you while Wonyoung endlessly stroked.
“₩ 5,050,000.” Wonyoung replied.
“WHAT!? I WORTH ₩ 5,050,000? Damn, I never thought I'd be valuable as hell.”
“₩ 5,050,000? That’s…” Gaeul stopped, her face difficult to read as she flatly stared at you. However, you can see the hunger behind those round eyes, Gaeul’s as freaky as theirs.
“I know, I’m so expensive as if I’m made of gold.” You’re too expensive for a dildo.
“That’s cheap considering he’s made of gold and high-quality elastic PU,” Liz spoke, reading the manual that wrapped you earlier like a blanket.
“Oh hell nah!” What you said just came true! You’re actually made of gold.
“But they kinda did too much. It’s like Gucci, for our pussy.” Yujin suddenly raps out of nowhere.
“Wow, it’s nice! You should be a songwriter.” Rei clapped her hand but ended up clapping while moaning, acting like she was getting fucked.
“What the hell…”
“Really? Will DIVEs love it? How about a song about how forcefully I put that dildo inside my pussy?” Yujin clapped as well; their last remaining brain cell is identical twins.
“Call it, Force! Force by Yujin!” Leeseo joined in, and the three of them happily slapped one another.
“God, help me… can I die again? For real.”
“DIVEs will love it, they love everything we do.” Wonyoung kissed your tip; surprisingly, you can feel how soft her lips are. “Oh? It left a mark.” Her lips stuck for a second and left a kiss mark on your head.
“This girl… she’s pretty— pretty scary.”
“Anyway, Wonyoung, share it with us. The box says 1/1. That's a limited edition.” Gaeul negotiated, but it looks like Wonyoung wanted to colonize you.
“Nope, Unnie, have some shame. It’s not hygienic!” Wonyoung refused, hugging you dearly and pouting like a kid.
“Talking about hygiene? You ate the cucumber that I’ve used to fuck myself! I was wondering why it’s gone the next morning, then I saw you chewing it while watching my melody.” Gaeul finally put some emotion into her words.
“That’s… because I’m hungry! And that’s what’s food for!” Wonyoung rolled her eyes. She’s guilty, smacking her lips as if she’s remembering the taste.
“Well, we’re hungry as well!” Gaeul’s now using the same logic Wonyoung’s using against her.
“But this is not food!” Wonyoung showcased you like a baseball bat and wiggled in front of them. Leeseo and Rei swing their heads in rhythm, cute and freaky.
“It is! Our pussy lips will take a bite on it.” Gaeul’s words is so powerful that it silenced everyone, including you.
“...”
“I knew it! She’s the weirdest of them all— STOP SHAKING ME!” Now, Wonyoung’s shaking you like a fucking light stick.
“No!” Wonyoung stood up, reaffirmed her stance on not sharing you with them, and walked away. She went into her room, slamming the door.
“Sighed. Acting childish for just a toy.” Liz said, and then the girls moved as well.
“What the fuck did I just witness? IVE fighting for a dildo? Seriously?”
Inside her room, she’s pouting and stomping her feet. She puts you down on her bed.
“I’ll be playing with you later…” She traced your shaft and gave your tip a delightful poke.
“Do I have a choice? But it’s much better to have a rest— WOAH!”
As you thought you’ll have a rest, Wonyoung’s finger was hovering over her blouse. Undoing her buttons piece by piece. The blouse slides down on one part, exposing her smooth shoulder that has been a poison to all of her fans.
“SHIT! THIS FEELS ILLEGAL! I SHOULD CLOSE MY EYES— I DON’T HAVE EYES!” You’re desperate for a stoppage, even forgetting a thing you already realized earlier.
She finally let her blouse set free, crumpling it and tossing it onto the side where her other laundry rests. She’s wearing a delicate cotton bra, a fair size for her fair cup.
“I knew it, she just had it pushed all the way up on those photos— what the hell am I thinking!? AHHH!!”
Her hands slide through her chiseled torso all the way to the hem of her skirt. She found the single button it had, undoing it, then pulled the zipper down. She lets her skirt down, like a kid on a water slide, smoothly executed. Her panties matched her cotton bra, her legs were long, strong, and glowing, but her ass caught your attention like a dot in a white plain sight.
“She must be pushing her tits, but her ass is a real deal– no, much better than those photos… AHHH! I’M LOSING MY MIND!”
“Did I gain weight?” Wonyoung squished her butt cheeks, “I guess it’s fine if it was in the right places.” She joyfully cupped her breast.
She reached behind her, and her bra loosened. Carefree, she tossed it on where she put you and landed with a soft thud beside you. Her breast is incredibly perky, as if it’s poking to the wind; it was decorated by her pink cherries…
Now you know why her mini-plushie is called Cherry.
“Now, I crave for a vanilla sundae… no— this isn’t me! The dildo traits are taking over me!”
You’re still contemplating whether to focus on her or on the ceiling when a damp fabric landed all over you like a blanket.
“Hmm? Smells good— wait? Can I smell? WHAT THE FUCK!? And wait— IS THIS HER PANTIES!?”
She’s waxed, no patch, no stubble, just pure smoothness. Her deep pit is as deep as mariana trench, oceanic, wet as well. Is that a clam? No, that’s her lips. Is that a pearl? No, it’s her pearl. She’s worth millions, and you’re a dildo who saw her womanhood for free.
“Oh, God.”
“My panties are wet.” She looked down at the damp fabric clinging to you.
“SO YOU KNOW! AND YET YOU THREW IT AT ME!” If only she could hear you, but she can’t.
“Anyways, I’ll take a shower, then I’ll play with you after it.” Wonyoung picked her floral-scented bra and soaked panties. “I CAN’T WAIT!” She hops her way to her own bathroom. Her ass jiggled, and her fair tits bounced.
“She’s so horny.”
For thirty minutes, all you can hear is water running and her cute humming. She’s singing some of their songs, but still ends up imagining herself playing with you.
“Sumchago, love dive~ I’ll dive that dildo in my pussy~.”
“You make me feel like eleven~ Eleven times is not enough!”
“What's after 'Like'? Of course, fucking!”
“Oh God, what did I do to deserve this kind of torture!?” You are still staring at the ceiling as if you can do anything. Her cherry shampoo starts blessing your smelling senses as well, which unbelievably exists.
“Wait, is this torture? Some horny shits will want this kind of life if they knew this was possible. Death rate might rise at a questionable rate; all of them got hit by trucks.” Just thinking about it makes you contemplate whether you're lucky or just the luckiest unlucky.
The running water stopped.
“Oh shit, there she is.”
The bathroom door opened, and steamy fogs flowed out. Her steps are soft, she’s like a feather. She’s wrapping herself with a white towel as pure as her skin. Her hair, still dripping wet, dropped on her shoulder as the towel absorbed the droplets.
“She looks so good… I might get hard— I’m always hard, I’m a dildo, right… FUCK!”
“Just wait a minute, Dildy.” She poked your tip again; she loves poking you.
“Dildy? I have a name now!?” But it sounds like… “I don’t mind having a name, but could you please change it? It sounds diddy.” She should have named you better.
“Wait, it sounds disgusting.” She really stopped her movement and thought thoroughly, naming her dildo is so important for her. “How about…a lid? Like a pot cover, but it covered my hole instead… dil… lid… mirrored! Perfect!” She added, clapping with etiquette.
“How the fuck does their brain work?”
She brushed her hair, blowing the dryer in accurate spots. She puts moisturizers all over her body, a countless number. She smelled mixed fragrances, and it produced the most exotic and blood-boiling scent you ever smelled, the scent of sex.
“Now.” She stood up, stripped the towel around her with one decisive pull on the loose knot. She hopped right away onto the bed, causing you to bounce as well.
“GOD!”
“Oh God, I can’t wait!” She’s thrilled; her excitement can be felt when she grabs you with an incredible grip.
“KKGH– How t-t-the fuck– I’m choking! What sense do I have! It doesn’t make sense, KGHH—”
She is still gripping you with her right hand while her other hand plays with her pussy with accurate movements, her fingers work as if she’s reading a book, flipping her lips like pages.
“Hmm, I’ll give you enough water so you can slip in easily.” She’s now touching it with more fiction.
“I-I DON’T WANT TO SLIP IN THERE! She’s doing it! She’s really doing it— Oh shit— KGHGH– KGHGH–”
“Ahhngg, yes, that’s it. Your bulbous head is perfect… hmm…” Her tiny moans are something her fans would definitely die to hear, but there you are, she’s dipping your head into her pussy like a French fry into her tomato red flesh.
“Stop– huh? Stop—”
“God! Right spot!” Dipping your head into her pit isn’t enough. She maneuvers you, sliding on the length of her slit, and your head knocks over a bump, her clit.
“Ahhng! I’m gushing!” She kept doing the same pattern nonstop.
“HEY! IT’S ENOUGH– NO! NOOOO!! KGGH—” Be careful what you wish for.
“Oohhh… perfect… hmm…” She pushed your head into her hole with a sudden dip.
The transition from her bright entrance to pinkish dim flesh, into a complete slimy blackout. You never thought once in your life that you would have your head, your actual head, entering a woman’s vagina. Especially Wonyoung’s.
“Kgh– wait– stop—”
She kept dipping your head into her cunt. The slimy feeling all over your head, it’s sticky yet so slippery. The scent of her sex and the taste of her tanginess– “FUCK— I CAN TASTE IT!” Another sense has been awakened.
“Ahhng… It’s just the head and yet… I’m feeling dizzy, hmm…” Wonyoung’s words are broken by her rhythmic pants.
“I’m getting dizzy as well– KGHGH—”
She plunged you in, two inches in, three… and out. The tightness that you only felt in your dick before, you can now feel it in your whole body.
“STOPP—”
“AHHNNG!” She lets out a satisfied roar after she puts you in, all of you, until the very base of your new form.
“T-t-tight— help…”
The tightness is constricting you, the grip is something you can’t ever imagine. The flesh hugging you is slippery and warm. You can taste her insides, you can feel it, smell it, everything. You’re inside Jang Wonyoung, can you imagine?
“Kgg– pwah– hmppp! Kgh– pwah!”
In and out like an engine piston, that’s how Wonyoung used you. She’s moaning openly as if it’s a normal thing for them. She doesn’t care if her members can hear her outside the room; all she wants is her own pleasure.
“AHH! Yes! Perfect! AHHH OH GOD LID!” She called you by your name that you almost forgot existed.
“KGH– H-huh— I’m dizzy— I might throw up–”
The rhythmic masturbation came to a full stop. She left you nestled in her warm tunnel, no lights, no air, just pure flesh and gooeyness.
“W-what’s this button?” You felt her finger hovering over your base.
“I can’t— I’m throwing— UEGHHH!”
“OH, GOD! AHHH! Is it self-lubrication? What a feature!” Your puke is a feature, her own lubrication mixed with yours.
“WHAT THE HELL— UEGHHH!” You kept throwing up; you just can’t help puking.
“Huh? Another button? I wonder what this does?”
“HUH? ANOTHER ONE? STOP! DO-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-t” Your words shaking up when she pushed it.
“OH! THIS THING! LID YOU’RE THE BEST! A VIBRATOR FEATURE!” She exclaimed, her voice is higher than before, this is the happiest Wonyoung you’ve ever seen.
“N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!”
“Yes!” She resumed thrusting you in and out of her pussy while your whole body trembled.
“N-o-o-o-o-o-o!”
“AHHH YESSS I’M CLOSE! LEVEL 2!” She pushed the button one more time, and your vibration intensified.
“N-OO-OO-OO-OO!”
“AHHH CUMMING!”
“NO-KGHHH—-”
Splashes for thick fluids filled the already compressed space inside her vagina. It’s now harder for you as the bubbly slimy texture hugs all over you. The vibrations stop, but her whole body twitches instead; her walls begin to spasm as well.
“Good thing… I take swimming lessons…”
“AHhhH… God… this is the best moment my pussy ever felt… Lid, thank you.” She finally pulled you out after a few more spasms and splashes.
Mwah!
“Eeewww”
Gaeul was right, she doesn’t care about hygiene. You just came out of her pussy, and yet she kissed you. Though eating a cucumber that came from Gaeul’s vagina is much worse than it.
“You’re the best thing I've ever owned.” She puts you down beside her.
Both of you stared at the ceiling, blankly, as full, heavy breath took over the silence. Did you have sex? That’s a question that may need centuries to answer. Did you enjoy it? In some circumstances, it’s a lie if the answer’s no. Did she enjoy it? Absolutely.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Time to pack you up.” She stood up, picked you up, and cleaned you in her bathroom sink. Your most-awaited shower after swimming in her juices. The slimy feeling shifted into cool water. Her slender fingers washed you thoroughly, and that sealed you as her most precious stuff.
She wiped you with a clean towel, then packed you with it. She puts you down in a drawer, the bottom one.
“I’m pretty sure they’ll come after you, Lid, so I’ll hide you.” She whispered, she’s treating you like a kid as if she knows you understand her very well.
“God… I don’t know anymore…”
The drawer shuts, and your world is now completely black.
*****
The next day.
“Snore. Snore—”
Are you asleep?
“Fuck! Even if I pretend to sleep… I can’t! I’m forever awake!” Dildos never sleep. You are a thing anyway, not a living one.
“Hmmm~ Hmmm~” There’s someone in the room, you can hear her soft humming even though it’s just a faint sound, you can tell she’s happy.
“Is that Wonyoung?”
“Is it here? No. Here? No.” There’s rustling in the same drawer you are nestled in.
“FUCK! IT’S NOT WONYOUNG! IT’S…. IT’S LOOKING FOR ME!”
Your drawer finally opened, the sudden bright light’s blinding, but the girl with her mischievous smile was more blinding.
“Found you.” She picked you up.
"I'm the horny puppy, you’ll make me happy.” She added.
“AHN YUJIN!”
"Rhyme. Should I really write music? How about this toy, bring me some joy, oh boy~."
Her marriage proposals still consistently appear in different ways. Letters consistently arrive at your apartment door every morning; the red color is enough to tell you that it has a marriage proposal inside it. Then, on particular days, flowers were delivered to you like a usual thing in the afternoon's work; you had no choice but to accept them since all the employees' eyes were on you.
“Be my husban–” You read the letter attached to it, but the way it addressed you as her husband, It’s definitely from her.
You took a glance at her, raising your head above your desk partition, and looked through the glass wall between you. Only to find out that she’s aware of what’s happening, grinning ear to ear.
Wink.
“Ohhh–” You hid, sitting back in your chair enough to conceal your presence from her.
“T-that wink’s dangerous… How did the glass stay intact? Yet my heart's crushed by it.” You put both your hands in your chest, feeling the fast beating of your foolish heart.
“Where did the flower come from?” Just like the flowers, a voice came out all of a sudden.
“Ah, Ms— BAEK!?” Your senses failed you again.
“Why are you so scared? I’m not going to eat you.” She tapped your shoulders.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is. You look so pale— wait, are you drinking in the middle of the day!? At the office!? Without me!?” She ended up drawing a conclusion without giving me a chance to speak.
“You drunkard secretary.” A fact coming out of your mouth: “Explaining to you looks impossible since your mind works differently during these hours.” You added, pointing at the clock; it’s only one of the afternoon.
“So, where did the flowers really come from?” Her question looped around.
“From an investor.” You lied, putting the flowers on your desk.
“Oh? So you just received it; it’s for Ms Lee.” She leaned over, taking a good look at the flowers. Her hand was about to pick up the letter, but your hands were faster, hooking it to your drawer and locking it.
“She has a lover?” Her sly smile accompanied Jiheon’s question. “She had one, right? I knew it.” The way she raises her eyebrow repeatedly is her way of telling you she got it right.
“NO! OF COURSE NOT! What nonsense!” You let out a loud objection, enough to make her startled, jumping an inch from the ground.
“WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AT ME!!?” She shouted back, terrifying like a bear’s roar. Slamming your table, causing you to stumble back.
“Uhh… sorry.” You lowered your head.
“So, what’s that for?” She pointed at the drawer where you hid the letter that was with the flowers.
“Classified.” You fixed your coat and regained composure.
“I see… so, is she in?” Jiheon pointed at your boss's office, asking you the real reason why she was there.
“Yes, you can go.” You confirmed Jieun’s availability with a soft nod.
She turned around, but she turned back at you in just a millisecond.
“...”
“By the way, I like your perfume. Why didn’t you use that when we used to hang out together?” She praised your perfume; it’s actually so strong that it overpowered hers. It might be the reason you didn’t feel her presence earlier.
“Hang out…” You muttered; that’s just how she treats it–
“I’ll go in.” Her words brought you back to reality after reminding you of a glimpse of the past.
“Huh? Ah, yes.” You gave her your reassuring smile.
Jiheon disappeared to your boss's office again.
"Sure, it's the first time you noticed my perfume." You muttered.
You glanced at the office door she had just entered.
"But Ms. Lee—Jieun did."
The corner of your lips lifted on their own.
*****
A week later, there’s a scheduled meeting in Tokyo, Japan. The mood’s not complying with what you’re expecting. Apparently, the meeting that is set for that day has been abruptly rescheduled for the next day. No clear reason, no advance announcement, and not even a message thirty minutes late. You and Jieun were just sitting in the conference room, waiting like fools.
Jieun just stood up and walked away; no words came out of her lips, but she was trembling with anger. You did not dare to stop her or ask where she was going. You just followed her behind, like a loyal pet to its owner.
You kept following her, in the hotel reception, in the elevator, and until you were with her in the room that she got.
“I’m so sorry about that, Ms Lee.” You continuously apologized for the inconvenience it caused. She was so mad because time is really important to her. Especially since you were supposed to go back to Korea the same day.
“What can we do now? Nothing, so stop apologizing.” She crossed her arms after dropping her purse onto the bed. “Those bastards will have their death tomorrow; better ask the mortuary to reserve some space.” She was ready to kill those executives who decided to cancel the meeting on their own.
“I will, cremated or buried?” You teased a little, hoping to ease her anger a little.
“Alive.” She teased back and finally let out a smile after a stressful day. “Let’s stay for the night.” She added and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Then, excuse me—” You took a step back and were about to leave the room.
“Where are you going?” She looked puzzled, eyes full of confusion, as if your actions were wrong.
“Uhhmm, to my room? I haven’t got a room yet.” You explained. She got a room by herself after she got mad about the meeting cancellation. You just followed her into this room, going with the flow of her anger.
“You’re just wasting your time.” She scoffed.
“Why?” Her annoying laugh caused enough curiosity.
“There’s no more room available; let’s share this bed.” She lay on her back and tapped the space beside her; her smile never faltered.
“...”
“...”
“Uhhh— Ms Lee– Jieun! How come you can say to share a bed so casually!?” You lost your composure and let out a loud complaint.
“Are you raising your voice? AT ME!?” She sat up and matched your decibel, her nose crunched and her eyes shooting lasers at you.
“No.” Just like a puppy getting scolded by its owner, you responded and behaved.
“Fine, I’ll change it! Let’s share a room, happy?” She kicked her feet like a kid, her heels flying through the granite flooring.
That kind of behaviour didn’t exist years ago; it just appeared a few weeks after her outrageous marriage proposals. This is the side of Jieun that you need to study and be aware of; it’s unpredictable.
“Happy— huh? No!” You quickly retracted what you just said, changing it to a denial, though it’s a bit loud.
“One more yell and I’ll zip your mouth!” She slides her fingers over her mouth, gesturing as if she were zipping something
“Yes.” Your head bowed low, avoiding eye contact with her. Puppy mode, activated.
“The receptionist said the hotel’s fully booked, and the next hotel’s, I believe, a mile away. You can book there if you want, but don’t blame me if I need something urgent.” Jieun explained her reasons; she was smirking.
“Yes, I understand.” You accept defeat; she’s right. “Then… I’ll just pick up our things from the car.” You excused yourself.
You picked up your things and her bag from the car; thankfully, you and she are always ready for this kind of scenario whenever there’s an overseas meeting. There’s a pair of clothes, hygiene tools, and enough necessary stuff for days. You can’t afford any inconvenience anymore.
When you come back to your room, it’s unusually quiet; she’s nowhere to be seen.
“Jieun?” You called her, peeking through the den and balcony, but she’s not there. “Jieun?” You kept calling her name, then another one.
“Jieun—” You called her name, louder than you intended, one last time.
“I’m showering; leave my stuff at the door. I’ll pick it up.” She spoke; she was in the bathroom near the bed.
“She’s washing already.” You muttered. Washing is a good sign; better to cool her head off after what happened.
You took a careful step towards the bathroom door, trying to avoid any unnecessary contact from the showering Jieun; she’s still your boss after all.
“W-what—” You never thought of it at first, but heat rushed up to your face upon seeing the bathroom door. It was made of wood and frosted glass; the water steam fogged it, blurring the glass even more.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
“I— Uhhh… I’ll just leave it here, Jieun.” You put her luggage down while you faced sideways; your movements were awkward and stiff.
“Okay, thanks.” She responded, and you heard the water run. She was probably rinsing, so you moved back to the living area, resting on the sofa before she even got out.
“...”
A few minutes passed, and you heard the bathroom door open and close.
“She got it.” You remained stoned; you did not dare to look around, but based on how fast it happened, she might just get her luggage and go back to the bathroom.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Is she fine?” You muttered. It’s been a while since the last movement you heard from her, and it is starting to worry you.
Another minute passed, and finally you heard something other than the air conditioning unit.
“Aish!” You subtly heard her almost curse.
“Ms. Lee! What’s wrong!? Did something happen!?” You quickly stood up and ran in front of the bathroom; something had just happened, and it was enough to make her mad.
She didn’t answer.
“Ms. Lee!” You knocked at the door, forcedly.
“I’m fine! It’s nothing. Stop overreacting; it’s not that I slipped or something.” She assured you and knocked back at you, as if she were telling you to go away.
“A-are you sure?” You can’t brush off the feeling that something is going on. You’re still his secretary, but her safety’s one of your main priorities as well.
“Yes.” One word only; then she knocks once more.
“Okay–” You half-turned away when she suddenly called you.
“Actually– could you look for a dryer? Any dryer available will do. This… one in our room doesn't work; it’s probably broken.” She ordered and knocked again.
“Okay… I will.” You excused yourself, did not even ask what the dryer was for, and immediately did what she told you to do.
You went to the reception hall and asked if there were any available dryers around, and they said that only rooms have dryers and apologized since your room comes with a broken one.
“How come a luxurious suite comes with a broken dryer?” You can’t hide the anger starting to build within you.
“We’re so sorry, sir. The information just got through 30 minutes ago before Ms Lee came in. And it happened that it was the only room left available.” The reception staff bowed continuously.
“Is that so? I guess it can’t really help it.” The sincerity in their eyes is enough to convince you; they’re just doing their job, so like you.
You even asked whether you could use a dryer from another room, but the staff refused immediately; it would violate their privacy regulations.
“We’re afraid, but not all the options are available at the moment; we’re really sorry.” They apologized once more.
The coincidence is so high that it appears like destiny wanted you to suffer.
“I see… I understand, thank you.” You gave them a bow before returning to your room.
While walking, you thought about how unfortunate things have been for you and your boss lately. She’ll definitely scold you once more since you can’t even find a dryer, just a dryer. “How unlucky are we today?” You asked yourself before entering your room again.
When you come back, what you saw is not what you were expecting. You’re anticipating that she’ll throw tantrums all over again. However, she’s just there, sitting in the living room, hugging a pillow from the bed. She’s watching a show and giggling over whatever she was watching.
“Oh? There you are. Did you find one?” She noticed you standing at the doorway. She straightened her posture and asked you, still hugging the pillow.
“Unfortunately, none.” You shook your head. “What do you need to dry? Suits? Clothes? I’ll bring it—” You were careful with your words, so to make up for her request, you were planning to bring whatever she needed to dry in the nearest drying station, though it was miles away.
“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” She nodded and went back to watch.
Just like that, she dismissed the need for a dryer.
“O-okay…” Her actions are really confusing, more like the weather.
Ding. Ding.
“Just in time, that’s our food, get it.” She didn’t even look at you as she kept enjoying the show. What she was watching was not that good either: Tweety Bird.
She’s right; the room service is there right after you open the door. She ordered a lot, not exaggerating; it really is. You can see sashimi, different kinds of bread, grilled fish, steak, and caviar. She’s really stressed out and definitely in much need of a recharge.
You helped the room service to settle the meal on the dining table, popping off a champagne and pouring it beside the water and juices.
“Ms. Lee– sorry. Jieun, let’s eat.” You called her while pulling a chair across from you and let it hang for her, then you slid into one of the seats across from her.
You subtly notice her walking towards the table; she’s barefoot. She took the seat you left open for her. The ambiance is similar to her home, as if you’re with her inside her house. It’s often like the current situation: you eat together while sitting across from one another.
You took a look at her bare face again; it's like a hobby you can’t stop. Now that she’s not hugging the pillow, you can see that she’s wearing a red silk camisole and— pearls.
“Jieun— kgh–!!” You’re drinking water and almost choke.
“Are you okay? Stop snorkeling in a glass of water; are you crazy?” She’s the one who is crazy.
Walking carelessly in a hotel room with a guy like you… bra-less. Yes, and that pearl is her nipples poking through her thin fabric like a needle.
“I–I think I’ll eat outside instead.” You’re half standing, eyes on the table, fighting the urge not to look at those poking beads. You’re still a man after all.
You saw her looking at you, then on her chest, then shifting right back at you. You have been caught.
“Sit.” She sets down the metal cutlery she just picked up a while ago; her food has not been touched once.
“Ms. Lee, I think I should just—” You kept thinking for a reason, but nothing was coming to mind.
“...”
“...”
“Sit.” She said once more.
“Ms Lee.”
“Is it because I don’t have a bra on? As if it’s not the first time you saw me like this…” The silence was deafening after she said it. “Wait, really? I don’t always have it every morning, so whenever I call you early, I don’t usually have one.” She pulled the lower part of her camisole, causing the silk to tighten at the top and her breast shape to be clearly visible. What’s worse than that was it’s too tight; the puffiness of her areola was visible and enough to cause wild imaginations involuntarily.
“Jieun!” You shout her name.
“You’re yelling at me again!” She hates it, though you can’t stop it.
“I—” Before you even finish what you’re about to say, you sit back instantly.
“H-huh? What?” She’s confused. “I thought you wanted to eat outside? I guess you chose to behave then.” She smirked, as if it was the real reason.
“...”
The thing is, you got a boner on. So you sat there before she noticed it and took it in the very wrong way, since her imagination often runs wildly far.
“Let’s just eat. Don’t mind me.” She picked up her utensils again and took a bite.
“...”
With every bite you take, your nervousness increases. For some reason, your eyes kept finding their way back to her poking nipples. Her boldness is something you underestimated.
“Relax.” She saw through you. She’s still eating normally as if the tension between you and her is nothing but imagination. “I never thought you didn’t know how I always style myself if I’m off work.”
“It’s not something I'm supposed to know…” It’s personal, though all you observed the whole time was about work.
“Now you know.” She smirked; she knew she had that poison in you. Spreading across your whole body. “If the dryer only works.” She added.
“Hmm?” You were confused about what she was talking about. It might have something to do with why she doesn’t have anything underneath.
“I accidentally sprayed water at my underwear, and I forgot to pack an extra one.” What she said finally clears everything.
“Is that the reason why you suddenly cursed earlier? I thought it was because of the hellish day.” You responded, clarifying everything to help her better understand her actions.
“Isn’t it still hellish? Anyway, don’t be so tense.” She had a point; everything that happened was hell from the start.
“How could I…” That brief conversation was not enough to ease your tensed body; even the rock-hard vein below you was still alive and throbbing.
“Hmm?” She hummed; she heard your little murmur.
“Nothing.” You quickly retracted, concealing any hints of discomfort in front of her. You resumed eating, stuffing your mouth to better disguise it.
“So… you’re still a man.” Her mischievous smile cut you like a knife; she got you, spot on.
“W-w-what do you mean?” You absolutely knew what she meant; you were just turning a blind eye to it.
“You liked it?” She leaned in, a dangerous maneuver that can cause an accident.
“W-what!? Of course not!” Whatever she meant by it, you refused to like it.
“Just tell me the truth.” She purred; she was up to something. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you stare at it…” She proposed.
“Jieun!” Her pokies are nothing to be stared at; she should’ve hidden them in the first place.
“How about marrying me—” All of her teasing leads to the same conclusion: a marriage proposal.
“JIEUN– kghh—” A word caught between your throat and thoughts, causing you to choke.
“Water.” She slid the glass of water on the table, which you took instantly.
The dinner was full of tension, and it seemed like it was just the start. The night was young, and you knew what it meant. There was still plenty of time to hold back from looking at her. However, everything you did shattered in just one look. You saw her sit back to watch TV; if she had no bra…There you saw a glimpse of it.
“...”
The lack of a bra only meant something was lacking at her bottom as well… It’s skin colored… her slit—
At that moment, you swung your head, forcefully closed your eyes, and even though you weren’t sure if it was really her valleys, you were determined to forget it right away.
“Aish!” Your instant reaction, and you did not even consider that she might hear it.
“Why?” She heard it, completely unaware of what you just witnessed. She even turned to face you; her legs were moving without precaution. The way her legs move is like a tempting wine; the smoothness and fineness are comparable to one.
“Ehem, nothing.” You’ve been fighting gods in your mind, trying to regain focus rather than thinking about the treasure that was a few feet from you.
“Hmm?” She hummed before going back to laughing on the show. You heard her, probably asking herself what was happening.
You busied yourself at your laptop, fixing the schedules that had been ruined by the postponed meeting. Even after doing it, you kept staring at the home screen of your laptop, rather than at your bold boss, who just kept laughing at whatever she was watching.
After an hour that felt like a year. The final stage had appeared.
“I’ll sleep here. Good night, Jieun.” You sat at one of the lounges, tapping it, testing the comfort.
“What are you? Cockroach? Sleep in the bed.” She can refuse you without calling you a cockroach.
“No, you should take it.” You insist on sleeping on the couch; there's so much trouble that might happen if you are near the almost naked Jieun, plus the fact that her brain works differently whenever she’s with you.
“I will.” She answered right away.
“...”
“...”
“W-WHAT!? There’s no way we’ll share a bed!” You instantly pulled away from her upon realizing what she meant by it.
“Yes, there’s a way.” She pointed at the bedroom. “I won’t let you sleep on a sturdy sofa, and it’s cold.” She added, pointing out her reasons for asking you to sleep in the bed with her.
“It’s fine.” You were still maintaining your stand. “And how about the cold— JIEUN!” You added, the slow reaction to what she just said mimicked how slow your brain at the current situation.
“What!? What I mean is the room had a separate heater rather than the centralized one they had in the living room!” She turned tomato red when she realized you misunderstood what she said.
Heat rushed to your face, matching hers.
“Oh?” You kept looking everywhere except her; the embarrassment was creeping all over you.
“Yes…” She clarified slowly, as if she was thinking about something… “Wait a minute.” There it is; she’ll take it to another dimension of understanding once again.
“No.” You grabbed a pillow nearby and clung to it as if your life depended on it. You denied it right away; you did not even wait for what she was about to say.
“Hmm, did you expect I’d propose to ease the coldness with uhmmm….” Her dirty thoughts knocking at the sleeping primal inside you.
“No… No—” Your grip tightened around the pillow, your heart beat fast as well, twice as fast as the tension created by your connected eyes.
“I see… so, sleep with me, in bed.” She pulled back and turned to face the room.
“Jieun.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll just sleep. I just don’t want you to have a backache or something.” The way she insists that she’s worried about her secretary having a backache is convincing.
“O-okay.” At the end, you agreed.
Inside, both of you were lying in bed. Your back faced her side; you did not dare to face her, especially in the place you were in.
“...”
“You’ve been with me for five years.” She spoke softly and tiredly.
“You’re working for me, caring for me, understanding me… I’m well aware of it.” She kept talking, and you had your ears open to hear it. “So please, understand it as well that I’m just doing it because you’re the only one I can lean on.” She added.
“The one I can marry.” She pointed out.
You already heard it; she explained it the first time she asked you to marry her. But hearing it once more this time feels different. Her past actions validate her willingness and truthfulness.
“I… understand.” You finally respond.
“So, marry me.” Just as the surroundings are full of warmth, she asks you again to marry her.
“No.” You flatly refuse.
“How picky.” You heard her let out a tiny laugh, then you heard a rustle behind you after it. She might have faced your back. “Think about it, I’ll let you do what you were thinking earlier—” She added, her words more poisonous this time.
“I-I should get going.” You half-stand up when she retracts what she just said.
“Just kidding.” She sighed and laughed; she loves teasing you.
“Good night.” That simple phrase from her put you back to bed.
“Good night, Jieun.” You replied.
You resisted the final stage; for some reason, you did. After a few more minutes of adjusting, the tiredness finally knocked at your senses. You could also hear her tiny breath behind you; she was probably sleeping now.
You finally turned around to face her and were greeted by her sleeping, innocent face. She looked gorgeous as well, and it put a smile on your face.
“How things have changed– aish!” You gently straightened up, eyes on the wall.
What you just saw pushed you to do that.
Jieun’s sleeping, indeed. However, she was facing the ceiling; her nipples did as well. Poking through her camisole, too pointy; it’s enough to poke your eyes and punch a hole through the ceiling. With just a glance, you can already tell that it’s perky—
“What the fuck am I thinking right now?” You gently left the bed and slept on the floor.
“Well, technically I’m not sleeping on the sofa, just the floor.” You just hope she accepts your reason.
The exhaustion came through, and the night drifted away, dragging your consciousness with it. That’s a long day, but there’s definitely more up ahead.
It’s one thing to be playing strip blackjack with your roommate for the fun of it, bored out of your mind because the semester’s over and the both of you decided not to go back to your hometowns for reasons out of both your control. It’s another to be playing strip blackjack when you’re down to your boxers and she’s still somehow halfway to getting into her birthday suit.
You probably should’ve told her to take off her jacket and all the accessories she was wearing. Having each one as an individual piece of clothing is the most bullshit excuse you’ve ever heard, more so when you realized she has earrings and socks on.
“Oh come on,” she starts, throwing her hands up in the air. “Are you that scared of me seeing your dick? It’s not that small from what I remem–”
“Fuck you.” You send a middle finger her way. “I'm on eighteen and you’re on fifteen. You hit.”
Playing safe normally isn’t what you prefer doing, the need to throw down another card tempting you. But the odds of getting anything below a three is so goddamn miniscule, you’d be guaranteeing your loss.
And this is not how you thought having Sooin see you naked after God knows how long would go.
Sooin grabs the stack of cards, taking the first off the deck. She doesn’t flip yet, only placing it down next to her two fours and a seven. “I bet this is a six,” she says, tapping on the card.
“And I bet that it’s anything but a six,” you counter, and she graces you with a laugh.
“Willing to bet your boxers on that?” she asks, nodding to said clothing. Your last line of defense to your dignity, pride, ego. But if that saying about a good defense is a good offense applies here, then you might as well use it to your advantage.
“You willing to bet your entire top off for it?” you counter, leaning back on your chair. It’s a gamble, not one you’re sure she’ll bite on, yet you’re desperate. In dire need of a hail mary, and this—this is your one shot to getting it.
Besides, seeing her tits is a major plus.
“Bitch, I’ll bet everything I’m wearing it’s a six.” The way she sounds so confident about it makes you think she’s somehow rigged the deck when though you’ve been the one that’s been shuffling it since the beginning of this whole thing.
She does the job for you, when she slams the cards down on the table. Crossing her arms and smirks at you.
“I’ll even bet something better for you,” Sooin starts, her legs crossing, and the smooth expanse of her skin starts to entice you, her shorts riding up and showing even more of those thighs. “If I don’t get a six, I’ll be free use for you for the entire week,” she states, the glee in her face dropping an offer that only the devil would ever give. “And we got all week.”
“Sooin, what the fuck–” You’ve known this woman for years, since she barged in your life as your roommate in the middle of your sophomore year and called the supposed guest room as hers. With the amount of shit the both of you have gotten up to with all that time—the rare sex with her included—this has got to be the most dangerous thing she’s ever done. “You don’t offer that up like it’s nothing–”
“Sure I can,” she says, rolling her eyes at you. “We’ve fucked before, what’s so difference about this?”
“We don’t have to be betting shit like that.” You dodge the question, your own legs cross to hide the growing erection in your pants. “We can stick to clothes–”
“Boring.” Her fingers twirl around the curls of her hair. “You need some spice in your life. Some flair. And I’m offering it to you.” Her head tilts. “‘Sides, when was the last time you got laid? Was it that Chaeyoung girl–”
“Chaewon,” you correct, shaking your head. Now she has you hooked on the deal being offered. Your entire wager flipped on you, and you can’t tell if she’s being serious or not. “And that’s pretty rich coming from you.”
“Whatever her name is–” She shrugs, avoiding your own question by picking up one of her cards and tapping it on the table. “I’m here offering you a once in a lifetime deal. And we’d both be happy at the end of it.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Anytime you want.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Anywhere you want.”
Taptaptaptap—
“Anything you want–”
“If you don’t get a six,” you enunciate, syllable by syllable. “You’ll just–what, do as I say?”
“If I don’t get a six,” Sooin repeats, hand pausing the drumming of the paper. “I’ll do whatever the fuck you want. No holds barred. No questions asked. You can have me on my knees right now if you win–”
“Jesus Christ, Swim.” Your palm meets your face, in complete disbelief of what she’s saying. You sigh, real fucking deep, gaze going up to the ceiling for a moment, trying to think about the whole thing. Yet your mind’s already made up, and all you can do is ask about the one thing that you’re sure will happen.
“And if you do pull a six?”
“Then you be free use instead.” The answer is instant, and that is where she gets you. When you think about it, it sounds like a win win situation. “Actually, let’s make this easier for the both of us.”
So nice of her, you think.
“If you have a worse hand than mine, you lose.” That’s mildly easier, but still impossible. Besides, only the crazy ones would ever think of hitting on an eighteen. “And the same goes to me.” She points to the one face down on the table. “Shittier hand than yours, I lose.”
“This has to be bait.” The comment slips out, airing out the first thing that came to mind hearing the terms.
“It’s not.” The look of disbelief on your face makes her gape at you. “I’m not joking, it’s not.”
“Sure, and you didn’t rig the deck so you win again.”
“I didn’t rig jackshit, thank you very much. You need to believe in the heart of the cards.”
“Whatever you say, Yugi,” you chuckle. You glance at the deck, and that top card is begging you to take it. Get the whole thing over and done with, the result be damned.
Though, there is an instance of—
“What happens if we both go over?”
“Easy.” She shrugs. “Then we both win.”
Your head leans back in surprise. “How the hell does that even work?”
“I get to fuck you whenever, you do the same. It’s not rocket science.” Another shrug. “Your other head would do the thinking.”
“And I’m starting to think you’re the one who needs to get laid,” you comment, and she graces you with a smirk.
“It’s a win win type of deal.” She ignores the dig, propping her chin up with her hand. “Just depends who wins more.” She gives you a pointed look. “So, you in or out?”
Sooin’s not wrong. It is a win win deal, and you’d be an idiot not to take it.
You sigh.
“Fine.”
Your hand grabs the card, sliding it off the stack and placing it next to your two cards. “Who goes first?”
“Same time?” Sooin asks, fingers ready to flip the card on her side.
You nod, hand prepped to do the same. “This is insane, you know,” you mutter, licking your lips. Foot tapping rapidly—in anticipation or nervousness, you don’t know—and shaking your head at her. “Absolutely fucking crazy.”
“You can always back out.” She takes her time with it, pushing the edges up slowly, her gaze focused on you rather than on the piece of paper in her hands. “Or are you really a pussy?”
Well, those are some fighting words. And you didn’t get raised like a bitch to back off.
“Just fucking do it already, Sooin.”
She smirks, and with a flourish, she turns it over faster than you can. Your eyes land on her hand, and lo and be-fucking-hold, it’s a goddamn eight.
Everything rushes at you, all at once—relief, shock, joy, unease. It’s all there, because on one hand, you just won a bet against Sooin. On the other, the bet’s stipulations scare the utter life out of you.
“Would you look at that,” Sooin scoffs, grinning at you. “We both lost.”
You blink, and you look down to your own hand.
Twenty Eight.
Heart in the fucking cards your ass—
“No fucking way that just happened.” She huffs a laugh, staring at your hands. “Did we seriously both fucking lose?”
“You’re the one that said to believe in the heart of the cards,” you retort, shaking your head at how things have ended up.
“You know what?” She stands up, picking up the cards and fixing them up back into a single deck. “I’m going to hold up my end of the deal.” Doesn’t even let you soak it in, simply takes your hand away from you and places it back onto the set. “That better be the same for you too.”
“What the fuck does that mean–”
“It means,” Sooin cuts you off, placing the deck neatly on the center of the table. “I’m going to be riding the fuck out of you tomorrow. Or, you know–”
She gives you an innocent smile, as if her words are to become a common occurrence in your household for the week. She bends down, her lips so close to whisper temptations in your ear. Whatever you want, she says, your name rolling past her lips. “All week long.”
Leaves you with a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the shoulder as she heads to her bedroom. Doesn’t bother waiting for a response, instead settling for a—
“Goodnight!”
While you’re over here slumping on your chair, staring at her door and shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.
What the hell did you get yourself into?
—
Sleeping late came naturally to you.
The mental gymnastics you’ve done to convince yourself that everything Sooin said was some sick prank she’s pulling on you, that you’d be waking up to another normal day with her, lazing about and wasting another day doing nothing along with all the other reasons you tell yourself—made you lose your mind trying to instill all of that in your head.
Add to trying to understand why Sooin started that bet at all when she really didn’t have to, aside from the obvious one that your brain is telling you isn’t at all the reason, and you’re almost to a point where you need to admit yourself to a mental asylum trying to figure it out.
You’re almost glad that this didn’t happen during exam week, or else you would’ve been failing all of it left and right with the lack of sleep. Or stamina, if Sooin really was serious.
Which she wasn’t, of course.
You don’t know if you can stop yourself from taking advantage of the bet if she ever gave you any form of a go signal. And if she was, you know she would do the same.
Still, all those days trying to survive the term has made your body’s alarm clock ring, causing you to wake up in the early hours of the morning thinking that there’s some eight o’clock lecture you need to be up for. While you could always stay in, as there is nothing to wake up to this early for the next few weeks, your stomach rumbling tells you otherwise.
So here you are, dragging yourself to the kitchen to make some instant coffee that barely turns you into a functional human being, a bowl of cereal made while you wait for the kettle to heat the water. You would have loved to have some bacon and eggs but alas, someone forgot to do this week’s groceries.
Eventually, Sooin comes out of her room looking the complete opposite of you. It says a lot already, considering you look like a dead man walking and she slept like a baby last night. Arms stretching out as she walks towards you, slumping on the chair opposite of you. Greets you with such energy you’d think she isn't the Sooin you know.
And yet she is, staring at you eating your bowl miserably, a smile on her lips as she leans back on the chair. “You look like shit,” she muses, and she doesn’t need an answer from you to know why.
“Didn’t get much sleep last night.” You play along with it, pretend that everything about last night doesn’t have you in a chokehold.
“I bet.” Her elbow rests on the top back of her chair. “Need a little pick me up?”
She’s dangling the entire thing in front of you, gauging to see just how far you’re willing to keep up with this charade. And if you weren’t so mentally exhausted you could have—should have—said no outright, trying to prevent the impending roller coaster that’s coming your way. And yet your brain decides to make things as ambiguous as possible.
“The coffee can do.” You nod to the kettle, where you are waiting for the stupid thing to finish heating up.
“You sure?” She raises an eyebrow, her eyes glances at the kettle herself. “I’m available to help out, if you want me to.”
The wording isn’t lost on you, making you smile as you raise a spoon full of cereal and milk. “Yeah, Swim. I’m sure.”
She grins, her mouth opening to speak until the kettle finally pings. The both of you take a glance at it, steam rising out of the opening. You move to handle it, but Sooin tells you that she’ll do it instead. Need a cup myself, she says as she passes by, leaving you to eat your cereal in peace.
You take the moment to take a few more spoonfuls as you think up ways of conveniently not run into Sooin for the week, but living with her makes that a daunting task. Being a shut in is always an option, but you’d go insane doing nothing in your room eventually. Or go out everyday until the week ends, check out the mall or go on a quick adventure out of town somewhere.
You can feel your wallet begging you not to do it, making you wonder if you can find another part time for a week at some cafe or convenience store. Whatever to get you out and about and not being with Sooin twenty four seven.
Not that you weren’t against the whole thing. Hell, you want it. In the face of last night, anyone would be stupid not to accept it. Much like you are being an idiot about it.
It’s almost like a slap in the face, when you realize that you could’ve had her on her knees right about now.
The doubt slowly begins to leave your mind, when all the signs point towards Sooin taking it seriously come filling in. You’re being a complete dumbass—no, more than that for wasting a perfectly good night’s rest in exchange for losing your mind for something that really, really should not have been worth losing sleep over.
You’ll be losing sleep over fucking Sooin instead.
The chair you’re sitting on gets pulled away from the table, and the soft, warm weight of Sooin straddles you. Her arms wrap around your neck as she takes a spot on your lap, not allowing you to leave.
“Sooin, what are you–”
“I won last night too, you know.” Her hips roll against yours, making you clench your teeth and tense up. A quick glance tells you that she’s taken her shorts off, leaving her in just her panties and a shirt tight enough to let you know she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. “And since you won’t start, I figured I would.”
She pulls you in for a kiss, and everything you thought of—the denials, the doubt—fully goes out the window when you can finally have a taste of her lips once again. And she’s a force of nature, infecting your mind and body with an overwhelming sense of Sooin; how she smells, her grinding on your cock, her lips exploring yours for the first time.
“You taste like milk,” she says, a quiet chuckle coming out of her as your hands find her waist. She keeps her pace tortuously slow, your cock twitching and aching and wanting more.
“I did just have cereal.” Stating the obvious, obviously. “What else did you think I’d taste like?”
“I don’t know–” she teases, arms coming down to undo the tie of your shorts. “But I’d be happy to find out. We have all week, remember?”
You raise your hips, helping her fish your cock out from your clothing. “Right,” you sigh out, her hand caressing your length, lightly gripping it and giving you a few exploratory pumps. “All week.”
Sooin smiles, pecking your lips once more. “There he is.” She straightens up, her hand finding a rhythm in her strokes, and your cock hardens at her touch. “Guess a woman’s touch makes you fold quick, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up, Sooin,” you laugh, a hand coming down to squeeze her thigh. “I can feel you dripping through your panties, you know.”
“Blame a girl for finally being able to fuck her roommie again, why doncha.” Her words make you the last time you two fooled around.
“I don’t remember that.” You do. Of course you do. It was a drunken affair on both your ends because of some party she was attending at her rich best friend’s house on the other side of town. You weren’t even supposed to be there, but someone apparently needed to pick her up. One thing led to another, and you’re waking up on her bed, tangled in her sheets.
“That’s a shame.” She knows you’re lying. You both acted like strangers for a better part of a month, and the only thing that got things back to normal was yet another party.
Sooin pulls her panties to the side, lining herself up with your dick. Circling her wet folds around your tip, getting you slick with her juices as she slowly plunges down on you. “Here’s a reminder then.”
A deep moan rumbles out of you, head tilting back as her heat begins to wrap around your length. “Jesus, Sooin–” Your grip on her hips grow firmer, your eyes watching her face morph into an expression of such pleasure that the only thing you can do is stare and admire every small microexpression she makes.
“God, I’m going to enjoy this,” Sooin sighs, eyes fluttering shut for a moment when she nearly bottoms out on your shaft, her walls hugging you so fucking tightly. “Sit back and enjoy, yeah?”
She takes a minute to get used to you filling her, let you stretch her out and leave you simmering in her heat. Doing these little rolls of her hips that gets you twitching inside of her, moans coming out of the both of you. “Missed this filling me up so fucking well–”
“So you did just want to get laid,” you tease, taking your hands off her momentarily to push them underneath her shirt, wanting to feel her skin instead of fabric. “Could’ve just asked.”
A scoff escapes her, her fingers giving your scalp a quick tug. “Excuse me for not wanting to get in between you and that Chaewon chick–”
“Sooin, nothing happened.” Her questioning look makes you repeat your words.
“Uh huh.” She presses her weight down on you, bottoming out and taking your entire length. You let out a groan, eyes closing at the sheer pressure of her cunt taking you. Another tug of your hair gets you quickly opening them back up. “And I didn’t watch you mope around the day after.”
“What? No–” You shake your head, confused to where the hell she was trying to take this conversation. You would think she would prefer that you focus on her considering your balls deep in her cunt, and yet Sooin continues to surprise you. “She was just a fling, okay? Nothing else happened.”
And she was. You met her at a party, you two had sex, you went your separate ways. You moping around the day after was because even after getting laid, it didn’t change the fact that you flunked your exam before it. It’s a miracle you managed to tell her all of that while her pussy pulses around you, her grinding on your cock making you stutter your words.
Fingers tap on your neck, her gaze narrowing at your explanation. “So you don’t have feelings for her?” She slowly begins to bounce on your lap, and the insanity of what’s happening right now is starting to get to you. Interrogated about some girl while getting fucked by your—well, an important girl is something to cross off the list.
“Sooin, we fucked. That’s it.” You squeeze her hips, biting your lip at the sensation of Sooin clenching around you. “Can we pl–please go back to focusing on this?”
She doesn’t answer you. At least, not verbally. Her rhythm goes faster, harder, fucking herself on you like she’s chasing her own high. Her weight presses down on you, pulling herself close to your chest, her breath hot in your ear as her moans consume your senses.
“You fucking focus,” she mutters, her hold on you tightening, ass dropping down on your lap. She’s insatiable, so much more different than the last time. Frantic in how she rides that you can barely hold on with your life. “Just–sit still, stay hard, and make me cum you son of a–”
It’s sending you to the edge fast, barely being able to hang on. Even when you’re trying to hold off and fight back against what your body is demanding you to do. Sooin's increasingly erratic movements; bouncing and grinding and fucking herself on your cock until all you can think of is filling her with your load.
“Don’t think I can, Swim.” It comes out shaky from you, amidst all Sooin’s moans and skin against skin hitting against each other. Arms wrap around her waist, pulling her in and saying her name. Sooin, Sooin, Sooin please—
“Go ahead.” Her words are a shot to the brain, an unraveling of your entire nervous system and turning a singular thought into reality.
“Cum inside me.”
It’s stupid how quickly you crumble at those words. Your mouth finds her neck, biting down gently as your cock unloads inside her. Each spurt comes with a content moan from Sooin, singing straight into your ears. Euphoria consumes your senses, nipping and marking her neck as your eyes threaten to roll back from the pleasure.
“That’s it,” she coos, her grip vice-like around you, each throb of your cock filling her cunt full of your load. She puts her entire weight on you, unable to leave her warm embrace as you try to fuck your load deeper into her. “Fucking needed this–”
Sooin bites her lip, savoring the entire thing, basking in the afterglow of it all. The grin on her face tells you exactly how much she’s enjoyed it, and you can only imagine what else you’ll be looking at for the rest of the week.
“So,” she starts, lips finding your cheek to leave a gentle little peck. “Coffee?”
You chuckle, licking the spot where you’ve left a red mark on her neck. “Sure, Sooin.” Watch her slowly pull away, your cock leaving her walls and letting the cum that you’ve dumped inside her to spill down to the floor.
Neither of you do anything to clean it up right now, considering—
“Coffee sounds great.”
—
You don’t see Sooin until the late afternoon, coming back to your apartment after a day of finally doing her turn to do the groceries. You would’ve tagged along if not for the fact that you had to do the laundry this week around, and pair it up with helping her stock the cupboard full of what she bought and you’re sinking down on the couch.
“I don’t think we needed that much for this week,” you complain, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Buying almost double of what you two normally get makes you wonder where the hell she got enough cash to buy that, but her reply gets you to scoff in disbelief.
“Supermarket had a sale,” she grunts, sliding down next to you, head on your lap as a makeshift pillow. “Thought it’d be smart to buy as much as I can.”
“Your wallet agree with that?”
“Nope.” She pops the syllable, taking out her phone, tapping away at the screen. “Not like my wallet can’t handle it. At least we won’t have to worry about things here for a while.”
A while is an understatement. She bought enough for you both to stop buying any essentials for a month. And while you know she can afford much more than that, you had to convince her that you're not going to freeload off her in your own place.
Because for all the oddest reasons, the fact that she has fuck you money to spend yet only splurges it on things she likes is such an odd combination. Exactly how she ended up taking your guest room instead of getting her own place.
You remember her words clear as day. Too expensive and high maintenance. Which is, again, a weird thing to say when she can pay people to handle it for her, but she says it's for her own good more than anything. Gotta learn to be independent some day, might as well be now, she said.
“Look at you, being a responsible adult,” you tease, finger reaching down to poke her cheek. She immediately swats it away with a roll of her eyes.
“Fuck off,” she chuckles, eyes never straying from her phone. “We’ve been needing to stock up on all that stuff anyway.”
“I don’t think we needed that much instant ramen though.” Your gaze flicks to the stack of it by the counter. “Seriously, that might be a little too much.”
“To you, maybe,” she says, turning her phone horizontally. “I’ll be eating some too, you know.”
“You mean all of it?” The light jam of her elbow to your ribs gets you laughing.
The conversation ends there, and the only thing left to fill the empty silence are the shooting that comes from her phone and whatever it is that you’ve decided to watch on the TV. It stays like that for a while, and your boredom continues to grow at each passing second, each passing commercial, each movement of Sooin’s head on your lap—
The thought of asking her to, you don’t know, do something to her sounds inane. Breakfast’s events come flooding your memories, and as much as you want to do the same thing to her, you want to test the waters first.
Your arm comes to rest at her stomach, playing with the hem of her top. It gets her to flinch in surprise, gaze flickering up to you.
“What are you doing?” There’s a knowing glint in her eyes; one that tells you that an answer doesn’t need to be told, when she already has an idea of what you want. An eyebrow raises when you slowly drag your fingers upward.
“Nothing,” you say, resting your palm on one of her breasts, covered in layers of fabric. Your eyes are still watching the television—some old cartoon about a cat and mouse—while your fingers play around her chest. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Sooin lets out a scoff, biting her lip to stop the grin on her face as she comes back to her phone. “Do what you want.”
Well, alright then.
Your hands wander; kneading her breasts with light squeezes, running your hands through the curves of her body. They eventually find themselves pushing under her top, wanting to feel the smooth expanse of her tummy up to her tits.
She doesn’t make a single complaint throughout, allowing all this to happen. When you run up and down her body, all she does is let out these hums. When your fingers pull her bra down so that you can play around with her nipples, her legs squirm and push together.
And when you ask if you can use her mouth, she hits you back with another question:
“Are you asking or telling?”
A quick tug of your drawstrings, a little repositioning of Sooin’s head as you take your cock out, already at half mast, and pointing it to her mouth, tongue out and waiting. “I’ll be quick,” you say, a laughable lie as you know you’re going to be taking your sweet time with her.
She does fuck all about it, keeping on with her game as your hand rests on her hair as you thrust languidly into her wet mouth. Your shaft growing to full length the longer you stay inside her throat, and she shifts to get into a more comfortable position. As comfortable as she can get, having a cock in her mouth while her hands are busy playing.
Her cheek bulges, her throat takes you deep, her tongue flattens under your length. Yet her eyes never stray from her phone, hearing the sounds of combos being hit and encouraging cheers from her phone. She mutters words you barely understand, and as much as you want to pull out and ask, she hasn't told you to stop.
That only gets you to push it further, a firmer grasp on her head to drive your hips forward. Spit begins to accumulate around her mouth, dripping down to coat you; a sound akin to a whine vibrates around your shaft as her focus on the game breaks.
Her head fights back against your pushes for a moment, your grip relaxing to let her talk. “Let me finish this match first,” she mutters before her lips meet your tip, wrapping around you and keeping you in her mouth.
It’s absurd, how warm her mouth is. Managing to get you squirming without moving an inch, only the sliding of her tongue up and down the tip of your cock. Tongue swirling and cheeks hollowing gets your thighs flexing from the sheer pressure that she’s inflicting upon you. Your fingers come back resting on her hair, gripping her dark locks, wanting—needing to take back control.
So you do. Hands start to push and pull her around your cock, and she’s spluttering; fingers stumbling around her phone, causing it to fall down to the couch. They find your thighs, steadying herself as she manages to fall down to her knees, using her mouth for the sinful pleasure that she offers. Even with the spittle that starts to fall down her chin, the glare that her eyes are piercing you with, and the slight whine she makes as you so rudely interrupt her game, she makes no movement to stop you.
Hell, it feels like she’s leaning into it. Decency thrown out the window as more drool comes to coat your cock, bobbing her head faster than the pace you’ve set. The annoyance in her eyes fading away for this hunger that you’ve caused.
And you relish in it. Your hips thrust up just as her head comes down, your moans and praises of her lips meshing with the dirty noises that she creates, pushing you further down to your end.
“Sooin–” Your head leans back, hissing in a breath when you make her take you deep, throat convulsing around you. The sheer suction makes you weak, your thighs shaking, the grip on her head loosening. Sooin takes it as a chance to pull away, and you’re already missing the warmth of her lips around you.
“Don’t tell me when,” she says, stroking you with both hands and all that spit on your length makes it feel all so much better than it should. “Just cum in my mouth whenever, alright?”
Sooin takes you back in, and it’s taking everything in your power not to cum right then and there. Her enthusiasm is starting to take control, shining in her eyes and in her actions when her pace grows feral. The squelching and sucking grows insistent, getting your legs to lock up and grow rigid around her frame.
Your hands can’t stop themselves from taking hold of her hair, your breath ragged as you thrust into her mouth. Wanting some semblance of dictating when you inevitably let your load flood her, you take the reins back from her and start to pound away at her tight, wet throat.
Stopping has left your mind; the only thing that needs to be done is feed her your cum, using her mouth as she wants you to—as much as you can for the whole thing. And that single realization gets you to emptying your seed straight into the back of Sooin’s throat.
Each single pump of your hips elicits a moan from you, her hums at every pulse of your cock vibrating around your length. She takes every shot of your cum without complaint, milking you for everything you’re worth. Swallowing it all, even when some manage to spill over, leaking down her lips as the remains of your load begin to tide over.
Sooin makes a slow journey upward, releasing you with a wet pop. “Someone was pent up,” she teases, swiping what she couldn’t swallow off her chin and thumbing it into her waiting mouth. “You made me lose my game, by the way.”
“Yeah, well,” you breathe out, watching her run her tongue across your length, cleaning up any spit and seed that’s coating your length. “Pretty sure you can win the rank back easy.”
Her eyes roll, shaking her head at you with a smile. “Sure, I can.” She taps your cock against her swollen lips, giving the head a chaste kiss. “Can I go back to playing, or do you still need me here?”
“You and your games, Sooin.” Nodding at her with a chuckle, she gives you a few taps on your thigh before she rises up from the floor. Walking away from you for the moment to wash her hands, she comes right back to lay her head on your lap, phone in her hand and continuing her game.
As if she’s ready for you to do the same thing all over again.
The next two games she played resulted in her getting a day ban from going idle too much on ranked games. You tell yourself it wasn’t your fault that it happened.
Not at all.
—
The kiddies gloves come off after that, and the both of you decided to take full advantage of the situation you’ve ended up in. Your reluctance to follow through with this whole free use bet slash arrangement’s faded, and now every waking hour or so is spent with your cock inside of Sooin in some way, shape, or form.
You were eating dinner when Sooin got on her knees to blow you under the table, making sustenance a forgotten necessity in favor of the carnal pleasures of bending her over the table and railing a load into cunt instead.
She’d be in the shower sometime after, and she’s trying to ignore the fact that you jumped in with her, wedging your cock in between her thighs. Lathering her hair up with shampoo as you thrust between the heavenly flesh that she’s blessed with. Painting the shower wall with your cum just as she starts to soap herself up, and you join her in taking a shower after.
Can’t say you two didn’t take an hour in there, considering she wanted a round getting pounded. You’re surprised that you still had hot water by the end of it.
Her bed’s been shared by the both of you by the time you two were heading to bed, Sooin making you remember just how good of a lay she was by wringing a load out of you, the view of her ass rippling as she rides you making her achieve her goal embarrassingly quickly.
And you get her back by waking her up that morning with gentle kisses planted across her neck, your hands roaming around her body and ending up between her legs, two fingers knuckle deep inside her. Getting the sheets wet and ruined by the end of it, and you two end up complaining about who’s gonna do the laundry for it (you will).
The second day was infinitely worse than the first one, when breakfast became brunch due to Sooin wanting you on your knees, eating her out as an alternative to the morning coffee you two normally make. It ends up with the two of you swapping places, using her throat and coating her face with your cum at the end of it.
In reality, it ended when she was fucking herself on your cock right next to where your coffee was brewing, back arched and bucking back against you. It left the both of you tired, and how brunch was the only thing that made the both of you pause.
Absolute fucking degenerates, and it’s only been day two out of seven.
Which was why you invited Sooin out to pay her back for everything she bought by taking her to the mall and—
“Anything I want?” She doesn’t believe you when those words come out of her mouth. Not with how ‘frugal’ you are, or however she puts it when all you actually do is build up your savings.
Excuse you for being a responsible adult.
“Within reason,” you correct, hands on your hips, stern face and all. “I’m not as rich as you are, Miss Bottega Veneta.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waves you off, already turning around and walking away from you. “Come on, I know just the place where I can mooch off you.”
“Please don’t tell me it actually is Bottega Veneta.” You can hear your bank account crying out in protest inside your wallet. Quickly catching up to her, you two walk to the elevator. “I literally can’t afford that type of thing.”
“Relax,” Sooin laughs, pressing the up button. Your eyes glance up to the top, where the arrow lights up. “We can check out the department store first. I can probably get something in your budget, you stingy fuck.”
The elevator dings open, conveniently empty. “I’m not stingy,” you refute, entering the elevator first, finger pressing the fourth floor while Sooin follows suit, leaning back against the wall. “I’m trying to budget things. You know, like any adult would?”
“Oh come on–” She’s rolling her eyes at you with a grin. “We’re in college. We can afford to not be adults sometimes.”
“You can,” you argue, hands in your pockets, turning to face her. “I’m on a scholarship and you’re rich enough to probably buy this mall.”
“Let’s not go that far.” Her tone makes you think otherwise, because for all you know she actually could right this second. Another ding rings out, and the elevator doors swing open to your floor. “Come on–” She’s hooking her arm around yours. “Let’s go, Mister Sugar Daddy.”
“What the fuck did you just call me–”
The next hour consisted of you following Sooin around, browsing through the numerous bits and bobbles, clothes and accessories, doodads and thingy-ma-jigs that get her attention. Started off with checking out a new set of tableware (which was maybe needed), to a new TV (definitely not needed), whatever new phone just released (“Sooin, you just bought a new one.”).
You end up by the mattresses, where Sooin jokingly said about buying a king size so that you two can actually fit in the bed and then some. As to which you replied by asking her how the fuck you’ll fit the damn bed into either of your rooms.
And when you start walking towards the clothing section, the oddest combination of dread and excitement settle in your body. Not because you were scared of what Sooin would choose to try out (seeing her in a bikini would be a dream come true for you) but of what she would try to pull with you knowing the bet.
Because you just know she’s going to pull some shit that might get the both of you kicked out the store and the mall.
So when she picks out a few clothes and heads to the fitting room to try them out, it’s no surprise when you get pulled into one of the stalls when no one was watching. You almost let out a yelp but her hand covering your mouth muffles the noise.
Sooin shushes you, a finger on her lips, waiting for you to show some semblance of relaxing before pulling away to close the door behind her. Hanging up the clothes on the wall rack, you were about to ask her the most obvious question on the planet, yet she speaks before you do.
“You know why I pulled you in here,” she states, pulling her jacket off and adding it to the rest of the clothes that she might not ever try out.
“In public?” Because of course you have to ask the second most obvious question.
“We have a room that can be locked and it’s big enough for two,” she answers, pushing you down to the small little chair tucked away in the corner. “Private enough for me.” She’s on her knees, fingers making quick work of your belt buckle and your zipper. One quick tug and she has your cock in her hands, at half mast and lazily stroking you with a sensual smile and a raise of her brow. “Relax, I picked the furthest room for a reason.”
“Couldn’t wait for us to get home before we do this?” It’s not a complaint so much as it is an observation. Your hands are already moving to weave through her locks when she takes you in her mouth, cock slowly growing harder in her mouth.
“We can do it quick,” she mutters, almost inaudible when her lips stay attached to you. “‘Sides, ever wanted to see ourselves fuck?”
Your eyes glance towards the wall, glass ordaining and reflecting you both; Sooin blowing you zealously, that smoky look she gives you through the mirror making you throb in her mouth. Scoffing and shaking your head, a grin begins forming in your features. “Fuck it.” You nod to the wall. “Up against the mirror, Swim.”
Sooin grins, standing up and turning around to face the mirror. Her hands rest on the wall, chest flush against it as she pushes her ass back against you, the shorts she has on pulled down to her ankles along with her underwear to show that beautiful, beautiful fit ass of hers that are paired with her toned legs that you’re wishing would be wrapped around your head again.
Oh, well. Much important matters at hand right now, such as rubbing your tip against her dripping folds. It gets her wiggling her ass back at you, Sooin’s heated gaze through the mirror telling you to hurry the fuck up and dick her down.
You’re pushing in, warm, wet heat enveloping your every inch and a soft moan escaping her lips. Letting yourself be taken away into the tight vice-lip grip she has on you until you bottom out against her the plush cushion of her ass.
Allowing yourself to take your time with her, even for just a small moment, you pull back, taking inch by inch of your shaft out of her until the very last possible moment where you could ram back in, and gasps and grunts begin filling the small space.
She grows louder first, the dirty curses and quiet gasps that can no longer be contained make you thrust faster, pound her harder until the sounds of your skin hitting hers begin to join. And even with the danger of getting caught, her eyes continue to plead with you.
More.
Your grip on her waist tightens, and you’re hammering into her without a care in the world. The sounds no longer matter to you, nor do the dangers of someone unlocking that door and finding you both.
The only thing that’s important to you is to have Sooin leaving this room satisfied and possibly unable to walk, and you’re damn well going to make sure that happens.
You reach out, a palm moving to cover her mouth as your strokes become faster, angling yourself higher to deep that spot that gets Sooin to fall apart in your arms. And you feel the change happen; her moans become loud whines, arm gripping up to yours in an attempt to hold herself together.
Yet you don’t want that. What you want is for her to become undone and flooding your cock with her juices, so you lean in close. Hot breath tickling her ear as you whisper those wants of yours and making them into reality.
She’s quivering in your grip, her eyes shutting tight as your words start to dirty her already filthy mind. “Fuck–” Her voice comes out muffled in your palm as you continue to spout out for her to cum on your cock, to make her wet the floor with how much she’d be squirting all over you.
It does a number on you too, when you feel her walls clench around you so fucking tight that every thrust is a battle of your willpower. She spurs you on, driving you forward into this animalistic urge to rut into her cunt until you spill your cum inside her.
And when her eyes snap open, you can see the need clouding them. The shrill scream that comes out of her is barely contained by your hand covering them, and she’s trembling in your arms, tightening up around your cock that the next thrust in sends you straight spiralling into your orgasm.
Each messy thrust you make spills more of your load inside her, her own dripping down her leg as you trap her between yourself and the wall. You’re leaving pecks on her neck as you fuck your cum inside her, taking your palm away from her mouth, her satisfied sighs music to your ears.
“That was–” You take a deep breath, inhaling her scent; the post-sex smell of her skin that’s bundled with the powdery notes of her perfume calming you down. “Fuck.”
“That’s what we did, yeah.” Her hand comes up to scratch the back of your head, massaging your scalp. “Still think that bet was a mistake?”
“I think we’re a little past that, Swim.” You gently remove yourself from her, and white starts to drip down her legs. “What you might want to ask yourself is if you still want to try those clothes.”
“Nah.” She pushes herself off the wall, fingers coming down to take a dollop of your cum. “Did you have to cum so much?” Even with her complaint, she’s taking it into her mouth for a taste. “Now my panties are gonna be ruined.”
You’re tucking yourself back into your trousers back up, shrugging at her. “Wonder who I have to blame for that,” you say, and that incites a chuckle out of Sooin.
“Right, my bad for wanting a quickie,” she replies, pulling her underwear and shorts back up. “I’ll be sure to tell you to cum down my throat next time so we don’t mess up more of my clothes.”
She gently shoves you away, shooing you off the stall first with a playful smirk. “Head back to the mattresses, I know what I want to get.”
“Sooin, we don’t have space for a bed.”
“Yeah, we do. We’ll just throw away our old ones.”
—
Depending on how you look at it, things either got better or worse the longer the week went on.
Nothing productive has happened inside your apartment the moment you two managed to fit a King size bed into your room, and if there was, it wasn’t for long once one of you got hold of the other.
Getting woken up every morning by her wet mouth enveloping your flaccid length, throating you until you blow a load straight down her stomach or being awake enough to pull her up and get her riding you in bed has become a daily occurrence.
Your breakfasts, lunches, and dinners all end up a messy affair, with her getting you to eat her out or you getting her on her knees after eating. Which oftentimes lead to someone getting bent over or fucked on the chair.
And don’t even get started on when it happens before you two eat. That only gets you even hungrier for food, and even more starved to continue fucking after.
The risque and riskier kinks start happening, when she gets you to plow her right in front of the apartment window, not a care in the world whether anyone sees or not. And you get right back when you get her to suck you off in the apartment stairwell after grabbing dinner outside for once.
“You know that there’s a camera watching us, right?” she asks, not a hint of concern in her face as she follows you to the letter, knees hitting the floor and hands playing with the button of your pants.
“The same camera that we’ve been telling the landlord’s broken?” Your hands pull her hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Yeah, I know.” And you’re fucking her face until you paint her pretty face in streaks of white.
Sooin’s uncaring of it in the end, your cum dripping down her face as you walk back up the steps, onto your floor and into your apartment. The sight has you immensely fucked in the head, and that gets her fucked somewhere in the apartment again.
You two just do it anywhere, everywhere. Not a single place in your apartment is unsullied, a single area in your apartment building untouched. The rooftop, the parking lot, the fucking lobby—you’re not even sure how you managed to get away with that without getting caught.
You’re sure Sooin finds ways to, of course.
The pair of you keep on going and going and going, the days blurring by full of the filthiest sex you’ve ever had in your entire life. Your dick has never felt more thankful while simultaneously begging you to take a fucking break because really, when are you not fucking Sooin nowadays?
It’s second nature at this point. Wake up, fuck, eat, fuck, take a nap, fuck, do some chores, fuck, sleep—it’s a whole process that runs on either one of you telling the other how they want to get laid, where she wants your load, why you’re asking her how foldable she is or the like.
There aren't even any sort of verbal cues anymore. Simply walk up to the other and do what sort of debauchery in mind, finish and go back to whatever it was you were doing.
That last part might need some work, considering neither of you can successfully do that.
Jerk off to her face while she’s playing another game on her phone and watch the cum splatter all over her cheek, stain her hair, have it drip down her phone and all she’ll get angry about is the last bit because she lost her game, that stress released by having her bouncing on top of you until she cums.
Sooin on the phone with one of her friends (you can’t be sure whether it’s Anna or Gawon) when she spots you walking out of your room one morning, gesturing for you to get between her legs and eat her out. You’re amazed at how composed she sounded all throughout, especially when you turn her legs into jelly at the end and the most she’s ever let out was a scream that she disguised by saying that there was a mosquito in the room.
Fucking her in an alleyway on the way home from having lunch at the local ramen shop, the sun in the air adding the high of getting caught up a notch. Getting her on her knees to swallow your load right before you two would’ve gotten caught by some random passerby.
Her getting back at you with the magical treat of her mouth, sucking you off while you drove home. Almost ended in a disaster if you hadn't pulled over in time, another batch of your cum sent straight into her gullet.
Can't go an hour go by without one of you getting handsy, and it's like an average day for you now. Part of your daily life, constantly having sex with her, being readily available to fuck and get fucked.
And to think you were against this whole thing at the start.
So when the last day comes by and you’ve fucked another load into her while she did the dishes, you’re left asking:
“What happens when we wake up tomorrow?”
Sooin pauses, blinks, shrugs. “Dunno,” she answers all casual-like. “What do you want to happen?”
It’s unfair how she leaves the ball in your court. Like she wants to hear your answer before she commits to hers, pretending to not care when she doesn’t bother to even look at you, her attention on the television playing some movie.
“Well,” you ponder, pursing your lips in thought. “We’re either gonna keep fucking or we go back to not fucking.”
“That’d be a shame.” She points the remote to the TV.
Your head turns toward her. “What would?”
“Not fucking.” The channel swaps. “We should keep it going.”
“What?” It’s the fact that she looks so unbothered that’s making you question how serious she is. You sit up straighter, entire chest tilting toward her now. “You’re serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Her knuckles rest on the side of her head. “We’d probably need to stop with the random quickies when the semester starts, and it’s not like we can’t go back to not fucking with the amount of sex we’ve had the entire week.”
Your jaw hangs low, unsure of what to say. Thanks Sooin, that’s such a good idea. Maybe we should also put a label on us too? Sounds like such an insane thing to pull, and you’ve grown quiet to the point that Sooin takes a glance at you.
“You don’t gotta say anything.” She nudges you with her elbow. “It’s a good thing we got going. Long as you’re good, I’m good.”
“And that makes us, what–” You shake your head. “Fuck buddies?”
She laughs. Says sure, it’s not like she’ll be looking for anyone else when she’s got you. Long as you don’t go looking for no Chaewon’s or Chaeyoung’s or whatever name they got she’ll be a-okay.
And you’re scoffing, smiling and agreeing to the whole thing with a kiss to her cheek; getting her to roll her eyes at you and give you another, harder nudge with her elbow.
“Okay, man,” she chuckles. “The kiss was a bit much.”
“Oh come on–” you let out a laugh. “You can take my cum on your face but you draw the line with a kiss on the cheek?”
“Well, when you put it like that–” Sooin lands her gaze on you, smile playing on her lips, mischief in her eyes. “It does sound a little stupid, doesn’t it?”
She closes the distance between you, pressing her lips against yours for a quick kiss. “Happy?”
“Yeah, Swim.” You tap your finger between your lips. “Maybe one more for good measure?”
A shove. “Don’t push it, asshole.” A beat passes. Her hands fumble around your sweatpants.
“We can do one more round for the road.”
—
When the morn comes around after a late night of getting Sooin to ruin the bedsheets again (you’ve discovered that she’s a squirter when you pound her ass up, face down), you wake up to a Sooin-less bed, and that alone gets you up and about. Spot her eating a sandwich with some strawberry jam filling, fighting to stay awake as she stares at her laptop.
Greet her a good morning and sit down next to her on the couch. “What’s got you up so early?”
“Gotta get my schedule sorted out,” she mumbles, taking another bite of her bread. “Why didn’t you tell me we already could?”
“I did.” You slide down the sofa, getting more comfortable. “Like two days ago.” You’re not about to tell her that you reminded her of it while she was getting fucked on top of the laundry machine, of course.
You know when your life is on the line.
She lets out a groan, complaining about her classes being so early, getting the shitty professors and the shitty schedule and all you can think about are her luscious thighs peeking underneath your shirt she has on.
Reaching out, fingers resting on the soft skin, caressing upwards to feel more; all to be stopped with a slap on the wrist.
“Not now, dude,” she says, her hand coming back to slide a finger across the touchpad. “I really want a decent schedule for next semester.”
You blink. Your brain catching up to what you’re body is doing and you remember:
Right. Bet’s over, no more fucking for the fun of it and all the shenanigans that it entails (shame, you’ll miss it immensely). It’ll be a smooth transition (it won’t, you’re already suffering withdrawals not being balls deep inside her right now) from not having sex all the time.)
“Alright, alright,” you relent, taking a glance at the kitchen counter. “Want some coffee?”
“Please,” she replies, making you groggily stand up to make two cups. She stops you with a glance and your name, making you turn back to her.
“Fuck me when I’m done with this?”
You chuckle, roll your eyes and wave a hand in the air.
“Ughhh relaxing, refreshing, anything re except rearranging schedules and papers.”
You have been dreaming about taking a vacation at the beach, drinking watermelon juice while the sun casts enough light over the sea, a paradise, as they call it.
It feels nice, and you don’t want to wake up. It’s a nice dream; you rarely get one except for nightmares.
“Wait— people said that if you realized you’re in a dream… it’s either you’ll wake up, or it will turn into a nightmare.” You’re aware.
And nightmares? There you go.
Ring! Ring!
You woke up to the sound of endless messages, more like continuous bell chimes.
“Ughh—” Your face crunched; anyone would if they got interrupted in a deep sleep.
Your phone was sitting at the top of your nightstand; reaching it a few seconds after waking up feels like reaching for heaven.
Heaven? There you go.
“AHHH! Shit…” Heaven’s gate greeted you. You just got flash-banged by your phone the moment you turned it on.
“Fuck. I should’ve toned it a little bit before going to sleep– ughh…” You watched a drama last night about a female secretary, played by Park Minyoung, and a narcissistic boss, played by Park Seojoon. You set the brightness to 100% for a blinding experience, yet you forgot to set it low before going to sleep.
“...”
You took a deep breath for a moment.
You were in a paradise a few moments ago; now you’re back to reality. The hell.
“Now… who’s sending messages like an earthquake warning all of a sudden?” You carefully toned down the brightness, checked the clock, and it said 5:30 a.m. Then, on the notifications, you saw her name.
Ms Lee.
You had nothing to say. You wanted to rant about her messaging you so early, off work. However, considering you saw 8 messages within a minute, you can’t help but worry instead.
“Something must’ve happened.” You didn’t stretch your stiff and still sleeping body; instead, you sat up straight, focused.
You read her messages.
Ms Lee:
I’ll be with my friends today.
I won’t go to the office; tell them I’m gone.
I saw the forecast; it said that it will rain.
I’ll take a taxi; pick me up later on.
I wanted you to see that I’m meeting up with my friends and not on a date.
Don’t worry, they’re all girls.
No need to be jealous.
See you later.
“...”
Did you say you’re jealous? Did you say you’re worried about her meeting some other man?
“Why doesn’t she bring her own car? She knew it was going to rain.” You looked at her message once again.
“Wait, is this some kind of weird hobby that needs my presence?”
You shook your head; you still couldn’t believe what was happening. You should tell her to stop it…
“I should tell her to… what perfume smells manly these days? The trendy one.” Your mind changed in just a second; is it her influence? Or your heart?
*****
“Where is it… is it here? Nope.” You drive through tight alleyways, looking for the place she texted you.
She meets with some of her friends, and every time she does, she goes alone. But the rain started to pour; the forecast was accurate. She might be thinking that if she’s stranded, it’s better to be with someone she knows really well, and it’s you.
“Stop fooling yourself, there’s no logic to it.” You muttered as you thought about the low chances of flooding since you already knew she was asking you to fetch her on purpose.
“...”
“The rain… it stopped.” You turned the wiper off and took a look at the sky. Looks like being stranded with her is now really out of the question. The sun had shown up, brighter than ever.
“Too waste of a nice weather if I keep driving and looking for that resto… so, where is it?” After a few more minutes of driving, you found the place she told you.
A white Greek architecture facade, voluted columns are emphasized for aesthetic purposes, and greenery garden on the sides with vines twirling on support framing all over. It looks refreshing; no wonder they chose it as their meeting place.
“...”
“Is this the right place?” You already messaged her, and you didn’t receive any response from her. “Greek, huh? They’re not eating while one of their sides lay in abedstead, using their fingers to feed themselves like royalty, right?”
Just the thought of her laugh during their conversations was enough to entertain you. You’ve been waiting for her for about thirty minutes.
“They’re too immersed in how ancient Greeks eat.” They’re slow; you’ve heard that ancient Greeks are slow eaters since they value social gatherings and conversations.
And then, after a few more minutes of waiting game, there she goes. A group of four stylish women came out of the establishment, giggling with one another. One of them is your boss, Lee Jieun.
She’s… glowing. Speaking of Greek, she might be considered a goddess.
“Uhh…” You mindlessly stared at her through your windshield, your hands gripping the steering wheel tighter; your looks were enough to poke a melting hole through the glass.
She spotted you and waved at you.
“Uhh... right– I– wait.” You snapped; you remembered you were there to fetch her up and not to admire how perfect she was.
You hurriedly unbuckled your seatbelt, checked the perfume you got before early that morning, checked your hair, and got out of the car.
Now, you’re not only checking her schedule, but you’re also dolling yourself up, trying to look presentable in front of her.
“...”
“...”
“...”
You reached her group after a few steps.
“Ms. Lee.” You politely paid your respects to her.
“Okay, I’ll get going—” She smiled and was about to bid her goodbye to her friends—
“OMO! Hello, are you her secretary? I’m Suzy.” Her jet-black hair looked so good and well-maintained.
“Oh my angel, hello… Naeun! I’m Naeun.” Her body proportions are something anyone would instantly notice, just like what you did.
“Amazing… I’m Seulgi.” Her cheeks, eyes, and fitness are all similar to a bear.
“W-w-what the!? Sniff. Sniff. Wait a minute–” She stuttered, the Ms Lee that always composed inside her cold aura. She also sniffed like you did whenever Jiheon was around.
“Are you single?” Suzy asked straight to the point.
“Is Jieun hard on you? Be my secretary; I need someone to check my heart.” Naeun put her hand on her chest as if she were palpitating.
“Are you free later? Let’s go to the gym.” Seulgi extended her hand.
The rest of them followed Seulgi and extended their hands to you. They’re slapping each other’s hands as if they’re competing over whose hand you will shake first.
“These girls…” Jieun let out an annoyed laugh.
“I–uhhh—” You don’t know what to do or who to shake hands first, so you decide to take Seulgi’s instead since she’s the closest one.
“Ms Lee!?” You reached your hand out, but before Seulgi was able to shake it, Jieun took your hand instead and dragged you to the car.
“We’re going!” She stomped her feet while dragging you. Now it looks like she’s the one who fetched you instead.
“T-then, goodbye—”
“Goodbye!” Suzy waved her hand, yelling her goodbye.
“I’ll ask Jieun to give my number to you! Contact me!” Naeun yelled.
“This is not our last meeting! Remember that!” Seulgi shouted as well.
The door shut after she pushed you to the passenger seat. She got in as well, taking the driver's seat, but before she entered, she waved a single goodbye to her friends.
“Uhh, Ms. Lee, I think I should drive—” You grabbed the door, but the moment you opened it slightly, she stormed at you.
“Why!? Is it because you drive them crazy!?” She had her nose crunched; you’ve never seen her before like that, but most importantly, her conclusion is a bit way off.
You instantly shut the door again and buckled your seatbelt for safety. She started the car, honked once to her friends, and started driving.
“Huh? What are you saying? Ms Lee.” You’re confused since she’s throwing tantrums all of a sudden. “She’s the one who’s crazy right now.” You muttered.
“W-what? Hah!” She heard it, maybe.
“Nothing. Whoo… the sun’s bright. Though the forecast is still quite right…” You sat up straight, trying to ease the tension. “Is there a problem, Ms Lee?” You added, taking a glance at her.
“None! Let’s just eat; I’m hungry.” She was focused on driving; her grip on the steering wheel was obviously tighter.
“...”
She might have shown you anger just now, but you can’t help but smile.
“W-why are you smiling? Is there something wrong?” She noticed and kept shifting glances between you and the road.
“I thought you had already eaten; isn’t it a lunch out?” You looked at her. The way the sunlight flashed over her face was fascinating.
“I did, but I did not enjoy it that much.” She smiled and looked over at you subtly.
“I enjoy it more whenever I’m with you.” She added.
Her words were buttery, something that anyone can slip and fall into her trap directly. You don’t want to jump to conclusions– there’s no way she really liked being with you more than her friends; you’re just her secretary.
“S-stop it, your words are starting to flutter me.” You tightened your seat belt; there’s no lie in what you just said; her words are fluttery, distracting.
“Oh, it flutters you? Then marry me, I’ll compliment you every day, every hour, every minute, every second.” There it goes again, the endless marriage proposal that kept coming out of nowhere.
Probably she said it a hundred times already since that day. She proposed to you with her own words, her food, and her letter.
“Just drive, Ms. Lee.” You shook your head; you’ve had enough of it.
“Aish–” She’s about to curse.
You said something wrong… your eyes open wide while you carefully think.
“Jieun.” You got it. Remember that whenever it’s only the two of you, she preferred that you address her by her first name.
She nodded, flashing her pretty smile, and focused back on driving.
“By the way, change your perfume.” She said all of a sudden. She crunched her nose again.
“W-w-what? You do not like it?” You smelled yourself, pulling it closer to your nose; the scent didn’t change, and it was the most popular one. You chose the scent based on your taste and the ladies at the store earlier.
“So, is it just for me? The scent’s pretty good, but I don’t like it. I don’t want ants to gather around my sweets.” She had her eyes focused on the road.
“N-no…”
“Then I’m right; it’s for other girls. Change it.” She assumed. She’s not wrong either; it was based on the internet and sales ladies.
“But Jieun—” Actually, perfumes are not your forte. So you just suit up on what smells good.
“Change it.” She told you, but you don’t actually know what her taste is in terms of men’s perfume.
“...”
“Guy Laroche Drakkar Noir.” All of a sudden, she suggested.
“Got it.” You took note of it. Just the way you need it, she provided.
While in the car, you searched the brand she said, ordered it, and added more than enough for expedited delivery. After ordering, you scrolled lightly into your social media accounts, and an advertisement caught your attention.
“Cats set their territory by creating an invisible web of scent markers and visual cues to claim resources and keep unfamiliar animals away. Get Catsham, for gentle and effective cat grooming—”
“...”
“So the perfume is for territory?” You muttered and glanced at the cat driving, your owner who just set you as her own property.
The following days went as you expected: an endless stream of marriage proposals. She praised your scent every morning when you greeted her, every noon whenever you drove her and had lunch together, and every night when you were with her at the office taking overtime on something you didn’t have a clue why.
Sometimes, you tried to confront and talk to her like a man; however, it always ended up in begging her to stop.
But it didn’t work; she kept using her “I’m your boss” card, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Except to resign…
…
…
…
But you won’t.
You wanted to be her secretary, and it is something that also kept you happy for some reason.
“Come to my office.” She called you through the intercom.
“Yes, Ms Lee.” You stood up, fixed your coat, taking a sniff at your own scent and making sure she’ll like it. Then you entered her office.
A/N: Hello! Proudspring here. Please bear with me as I'm still a beginner writer and only started writing in February. I'm doing my best to improve my grammar and prose with every chapter. Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy the story!
You briefly stretch your wrist while driving; it’s stiff because you didn’t move it away from her hand for two hours. Her small rest turned into a two-hour nap. She slept soundly, and you didn’t dare to interrupt it.
While driving, you kept glancing at her through the rear-view mirror. She stared outside, watching the lively, colorful streets outside the mobile.
The current situation you’re in is oddly familiar; the same sound hummed through the car’s vent, the way she stared outside with her dreamy eyes, it’s all the same when you drove her to her family's house, which pushed her to propose marriage to you.
“I know I’m pretty, but eyes on the road.” She talked, exactly the moment you took another glance at her.
You cleared your throat, “Sorry.” You apologized; she was right. Safety is your priority,
“It’s either you’ll crash the car, or you’ll crash your heart with mine.” She lets out a tiny giggle, her vision still locked outside.
“Don’t say things like that; it might happen.” You fixed your posture, paying double attention to the road.
“...”
“What might happen? The car crash or heart crash?” She finally looked at you. Your eyes met hers through the mirror.
The car had been stopped since the light turned red. There’s no harm in locking eyes with her.
She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile as well. It happened too fast; the sixty-second traffic light timer went into a blur.
“...”
“Drive.” She turned her face sideways, facing through the car window once more.
You kept your eyes on the road, but somehow, the pressure in your chest felt far more dangerous than the traffic.
After a few minutes, you arrived at her penthouse. The cool white sconce acted like a guiding light while the silence was deafening. The ambiance of her apartment was nice; she probably chose it to suit her taste. Considering how comforting it is, you can tell from your experiences whenever you are here.
“We’re here, Ma’am.” You told her before you got out of the car. The cold breeze of the night passed through the walls of the parking lot, kissing your skin. As you approached the back seat area–
“Thanks.” She stepped out of the car by herself; this time, she did not wait for you to open it up for her.
“Then, have a nice night, Ms Lee.” You bowed, bidding your goodbye like you used to. It was already that time of the night.
She did not respond; you guessed that’s it, so you turned your back on her. But she spoke the moment you took a step away–
“Wait.”
You stopped, turning back to face her. Did she have something to say? You wondered; she might have some reminders for you that she needed for tomorrow’s schedule.
“Yes, Ms Lee?”
“Do you… Want to have dinner with me?” She just stood there, her lips curled up.
Right after she said it, the cold wind just blew, her hair beautifully flown. As if an entity was telling you how could you refuse an offer from someone as beautiful as her?
“I, uhhh.”
You hesitated.
Not because you wanted to refuse.
If anything, you had already decided the moment she asked.
“...”
She patiently waits for you.
“Sure.” There’s no way you can refuse it.
She just smiled and walked. She gestured for you to follow her, which you did. She did not need to tell you where to go; you frequently fetched her during the morning and drove for her at night.
But it’s the first time she asked you for dinner at her place.
While you were waiting in her living room, an appetizing smell touched your hunger. Whatever she was cooking, you could instantly tell that it was really good. Though you insisted that you’d cook instead, she just stared coldly at you, enough to tell you that she’d take care of it.
“I could’ve just cut potatoes.” You muttered as you watched her do everything.
One by one, she placed the well-cooked meals at the table. She had everything from rice and steaks to main and side dishes. Everything was there as if she already knew that this was going to happen.
Every move she made was screaming elegance, like a figure skater in the middle of her icy apartment.
“Just wait here; I’ll go change.” She said before disappearing into her room.
“...”
You were comfortably sitting at her dining table. If this were a year ago, you could’ve been trembling with nervousness. However, things have changed drastically. You’re not there to report statistics for her; you’re there to eat with her.
“It’s getting cold.” You’re talking about the food right in front of you. The table’s set already, food’s hot and ready to be consumed, but she told you to wait since she needs to change first.
A goddess suddenly descended from heaven.
Your time stopped while she moved as she made her way to her spot.
She’s as perfect as a boss can be, but she’s way more perfect as a woman.
“Let’s eat…” She picked up her cutlery, made tiny slices into her meal while you just stared at her, “Hmm? Why?” She was across from you and saw that you were staring at her.
“Hmm? Huh? Ah, yes, right, thank you for the meal.” You snapped at it. You’re way too obvious by the way you look at her. Is it admiration? Or is it something else? You left a question in your mind before digging in.
“Hmm… hmm? Hmm!” There’s a small hesitation at first; you did not know she actually knew how to cook. You hummed on every bite; the meat was tender, the chicken was flavorful, and the juice was fresh from the fruit.
“It’s my first time cooking for someone, and I want you to be the first one to taste it. Don’t worry, I studied.” Her smile never faded even once while she told you her exciting story.
“So, how is it?” She asked for your opinion.
“I never thought you were a good cook.” You gently put your cutlery down, picked the napkin nearby, and wiped your mouth softly. “Tell me honestly, you did not take any special classes or something without me scheduling it?” Her cooking is way better for a beginner; it might even be better than yours.
“Thanks for the flattery, but I just study it alone if I have free time at night.” She’s proud, and you’re happy to see that she has something to entertain herself with after a rough day at work.
“I see, it’s good– no, really good!” Her cooking deserved praise, an extra one.
“...”
The silence made you wonder if you said something wrong or whether there was something wrong running through her mind.
The moment she dropped her fork, her lips curled into a smile- not just a simple smile, the mischievous one. You are right, there’s something she might just have thought about.
“Say, if that’s really good… how about marrying me? I’ll cook for you every night.”
“Kggh–” You choked up; for a second, you forgot how persistent she is about that marriage thing.
“Is this some kind of bribe?” There’s a tiny cough in between your words.
“Kind of, you liked it, right? And besides, I noticed the way you looked at me, especially when I appeared from my room.” She saw it. “Do you like my bare face that much?” Her words were enough to make heat rush to your face.
You're too stunned to speak; her confidence is on another level; it suits her well.
“Fine, I’ll cook for you, and I’ll let you stare at my face as much as you like.” She took your silence as a yes.
“...”
You had your jaw dropped the entire time.
You had nothing to say, nothing to respond.
“Eat well.” She smiled, the same wicked smile she had whenever she knew exactly what was running through your mind.
She got you.
She knew that with a few more pushes, you’d eventually give in.
*****
The next day, your workplace is unusually quiet. So you kept looking anywhere she might have popped up; she might be scheming something again.
Ring! Ring!
There it is, the telephone call that breaks the ice of silence.
“Hello, Ms Lee? Do you need something— no, where are you, Ms Lee?” You haven’t seen her since she left an hour ago.
As your secretary, you should’ve known where she is; well, you always did.
“I'm here at the pantry; come here.” She called you
“Okay, coming.”
While on your way to the pantry, you observed that the employees were kind of missing. They might be avoiding being in contact with her, but you can't even tell her to go back to her office, and she's scaring them.
You can see her silhouette through the frosted glass wall; she’s the only one who can emit a kind of scary energy without even trying.
“Ms. Lee.” There she was, alone at the pantry, stirring a coffee.
“Oh, perfect. Here, drink this.” She excitedly handed you a cup of coffee.
“Ms. Lee, before I drink this, why are you here?” You took the coffee she gave you.
“Why? Who owns this place?” She asked you flatly, and her smile disappeared.
“You, ma’am.” You responded politely, and you admitted that you had no right to ask why or what she was doing here.
“Who am I?” It’s like the first time you met her. Is that how badly she took your question earlier?
“You’re the owner of the company, owner of this building, Ms. Lee. Sorry for being unaware of my actions.” You bowed your head, and you stayed still for a moment.
“Is that right?” Her foot shifted; she was directly facing your direction.
“Yes.” You stayed still.
“Then marry me.”
“Yes—huh? No.” You straightened up and saw her grinning. She’s enjoying it.
“Seriously.” You smiled as well.
Apparently, you’re enjoying the things happening lately. The stress you’re feeling isn’t that heavy anymore, and being with her actually brings you comfort instead of being your usual scaredy-cat moments.
“Kgghh–” You almost spit the coffee back into the cup; it’s too bitter for your taste. But there she was, the maker of the coffee, your boss.
“What? Don’t you like it? I followed the instructions from the web.” Just like her cooking, she’s just learning, but the outcome’s way different than what she cooked for you last night.
“I– I like it. It’s just hot, that’s it.” You lied, but it burned your tongue, not because it’s really hot, but because of its bitterness.
The next few days are full of teasing, proposals, and persistence. Jieun is always finding a way to propose marriage to you. She kept booking luxurious restaurants for lunch; she kept saying that it's a date, but it’s far from that since she kept asking you about how your work is.
“How’s the food? The ambiance? Your heart?” She threw a barrage of questions at your weakened defense.
“My heart?” That question caught you in particular.
“Never mind, how’s the new department store construction going?” She switched the topic from personal to professional.
“It’s going smoothly as expected.” You answered her right away, mannerly and straightforward.
“Then, how about our relationship? Is it going smoothly?” She shifted the topic once more, from being professional to a personal agenda.
“There’s no us, Ms Lee.” A few reminders she should consider if she kept bringing it all of a sudden.
“What a rat.” She muttered before filling her mouth with food.
“W-what?” You surely heard it, but you wanted her to say it again, right in front of you, and maybe ask her what the hell it even meant.
“Never mind.” She cut the conversation off.
There was also this one time when she called you for no reason; you just stood there watching her, waiting for her orders, but there were none. When you asked her why she called you, she simply said…
“I just need your presence.” She did not even look at you, her eyes glued to her laptop. She’s doing her work while you just kept standing there like a mannequin, doing no work, though you’re still technically at work.
“Ms Lee, you’re not paying me just to stand here. Do you need anything? If not, let me go back to my desk—”
“Did I say you can go?” Now she’s glaring at you as if she missed a million-dollar business agreement; it’s enough to stop you from moving out of her sight.
“N-no.”
“Then just stay, and besides… I did not tell you to stand there like an electrical post sparking boredom. Sit right there, play some video games, or watch YouTube.” She gestured at the massive lounge chair in the middle of her office.
“B-but Ms Lee, how can I just do what you just said?” It’s still working hours, and you’re not brave enough to have fun and do nothing, especially in your boss’s office. It might be some kind of a challenge, you thought.
“Just! Stay… okay? It’s my hobby nowadays.” Her mind works differently; she had her own ways to entertain herself, and you’re her entertainment.
“What?” You’re her hobby; you doubt it, so you had to hear it twice.
“Watching you, so sit.” She told you to sit, gesturing at her longue once more, treating you like her dog.
Then this time, you were sitting at the same spot you were when she asked for marriage that morning.
It’s not breakfast this time around; it’s dinner. The sun had already hidden behind the curtain of darkness, and the moon took its place, casting moonlight over the landscape.
“W-what is this? This is too much.” You looked over the table as she kept pulling food out of her insulated Gucci bag, but more like Doraemon’s food bag.
“I know you loved my cooking, so I cooked you some. It’s a new recipe I learned just a day ago.” She did not just bring packed food; it was simply a feast she prepared at her home.
“Ms Lee…” You had no problem eating with her since you already overcame that feeling, but looking at the amount of food in front of you, you knew that it was going to be a long night.
“It’s for your dinner since you’ll work— no, we’ll work overtime.” She was wiggling while she took a scoop of brown rice.
“Y-yes…” While you scooped rice for yourself, a part of you began to be dubious since, somehow, seeing how prepared she was, you couldn’t help but wonder if she planned that overtime.
“Is this for another need of presence?” You muttered and couldn’t help but smile at how sly her tactics were.
After spending hours typing and surfing through your desktop, all you have left to do right now is to click save.
Click.
“Finallyyy– uoghhh- early? That’s new…” You stretched your arms, throwing them up in the air, your stiff bones cracking. Somehow, you’ve got to finish your work as early as two o’clock in the afternoon.
“Everything’s done… okay!” You looked at your checklist, and everything’s marked up. You’re also done checking her schedules, arranging her appointments for the week, and setting up meetings with the executives.
Today is Monday, the cruelest day of the week for you.
“...”
Now all you had to do was wait for her call and order.
“...”
“Hmm, she looked busy…” You heard her earlier yelling at the accounting director and executives regarding the misuse of their department's budget. You also submitted a formal request to the legal team to investigate that matter earlier that morning.
“Why do they always do bad things?” You shook your head, but this kind of thing isn’t new to you. Just this year, the company has won countless legal battles against internal corruption.
“Should I get her a coffee?” You thought and stood up. “No, let’s… just do what I always do, wait.” You sat back down in your seat.
Silence filled the office.
No phone calls.
No emails.
No executives running for their lives.
“…”
Your gaze slowly drifted toward the drawer. Inside it was the most dangerous paper in the world, the one she gave you the other day, her love letter.
“Should I take a look at it?” You scanned the surroundings first, then heightened your alertness twice as usual, assuring no one would ever see it except you.
After making sure none of the employees were looking your way, you slowly opened the drawer.
“Aish.” You shut the drawer instantly the moment you got a glimpse of the forbidden letter.
Just seeing those cringy hearts and scarlet kiss marks gave you goosebumps.
“Seriously, what the hell is wrong with her?” Despite her cold exterior, a different level of boldness lies within.
You opened the drawer again, as slowly as you could, bracing for the insane amount of incoming embarrassment and cringeness.
You stared at the letter for a moment. Those heart stickers moved as if they were beating, and you could hear smooches inside your head every time you saw those kiss marks.
“Okay, let’s see what’s inside.” You opened it carefully.
Even if it makes you cringe, you treat it preciously. When was the last time you got a love letter from someone? You got two during your high school days. It’s not like every day you’ll receive something like it, especially coming from your boss.
“Hearts… seriously.” You resisted it- impressive; now you’re looking at it.
“...”
“What’s with this perfect handwriting?” She basically wrote in calligraphy; the beauty of her handwriting matches her so well.
You read it; she used the cheesiest words you could’ve imagined.
To my beloved future husband—
“Sighed. Right at the start, I can do this.” You resumed reading.
Do you know which one of us is the ant?
It’s either you or me,
Both of us are attracted to something sweet,
Just call my name, I’ll be the sweetest for you—
You stop halfway.
“Oouh! H-h-how did she even write this!?” Even though the aircon blew a fair coldness into the air, a violent shiver still racked your body, raising goosebumps along your bare arms.
“Okay, fifty percent more…” You resumed reading, and it got cheesier.
Love isn’t something like business,
But I’m willing to use my own ways to acquire you,
Like I did when I bagged millions,
However, you…
You’re worthless, not in a bad way,
You’re immeasurable.
So, marry me, baby…
You read the last three lines again, that’s twice, then a third time.
Your face was still burning from the first half of the letter.
But somehow, the embarrassment had become harder to distinguish from something else.
"...What kind of confession is this?” You start to regret reading it, “And… baby!?” The last word caught you off-guard, literally.
“How could she casually call me baby in this letter!?” It’s just a letter; now you imagine what more if you agreed to be her partner?
“...”
“It’s… something else– aish!” Right through the end, there’s another kiss mark instead of a signature.
Mwah.
It’s sweet, of course. The content’s considered a love letter based on how it was written, but something's bothering you.
“Her love letter… is a mix of formal and casual… what a combination.” The letter consisted of proper margins, proper sentence construction as if AI made it, and even a formal letterhead. What kind of love letter uses letterhead?
“...’
Without knowing it, you’re already smiling, fingers hovering on the side of the letter. It amazes you how different it is from Lee Jieun, you know.
“How cute…” From cringing at it to playfully re-reading it once more–
Ring! Ring!
The sudden ring of the telephone shook you. You rapidly folded the letter and put it back in your drawer. You looked around before taking the call, making sure that no one still knew about that sacred letter.
You fixed your coat and posture and took the call.
“Yes, Ms. Lee? Yes, I’m coming.” She called you to her office. There it is, the call you were waiting for.
Before entering, you fixed your coat once more. You should conceal every trace of reaction to her letter, or else she would know that she’s getting inside you, and that’s what she likes.
After two light knocks, you stepped inside. She was already in her lounge chair, coffee resting between elegant fingers. Her office shades were off, and the bright afternoon sun lit up her entire office.
You just felt like, ever since that absurd marriage proposal, even her office no longer felt cold. Despite that bad morning, she remained calmer than usual.
“Hmm, sit.” She offered the seat across from her.
“Thank you.” You took her offer and sat across from her. “Why did you call me, Ms Lee?” You added, she called you for a reason.
She placed her coffee down and picked up something that had been sitting beside her.
“Take this.” She placed the gift on the table and pushed it lightly towards you.
Your gaze landed on it. The gift was small, almost like a notebook— no, it’s a notebook. Why did she even bother wrapping it if anyone could clearly see what it was?
“Thank you, Ms Lee.” You chuckled as you took it, tracing the outline of the gift.
“Hmm, what’s funny?” She squinted her eyes, tilted her head, and wondered confusedly why you were laughing.
“Ehem, nothing, ma’am.” A sharp knife almost cut your throat for a second; better stop laughing at her lovely decisions.
“...”
You flipped the gift upwards and sideways as if looking for something, a thing that you want to be aware of if it exists.
“You’re looking for something?” She watched you look at every side of the gift.
“I’m looking for something scary… like some kind of trademark…” You kept looking.
“Trademark?”
“Just making sure no kiss mark on it.” You tried to tease her a little; it’s actually the first time you’ve tried it.
“...”
Her expression dropped; she was not amused.
“J-just kidding.” You pulled your joke in an instant.
“Give it back.” She said flatly.
“S-sorry, Ms Lee.” You shouldn’t have even tried teasing her. You thought you had become close enough, but it turned out to be a lie.
“You shouldn’t be sorry. If you’re looking for a kiss mark, I can simply put one.” Her cold expression turned into something seductive; it seems like there’s a switch within her that can shift her expression in an instant.
“...”
One beat, two beats, three… your heart beats rapidly.
It’s not the same hazard you feel every day whenever you’re sitting in her office.
She’s dangerous… attractive.
He opened his mouth to answer.
Nothing came out.
But why was your heart beating this fast?
“Gulped. Ms. Lee.” You stood up, avoiding eye contact with her at all costs. “Thank you again for t-the gift.” You bowed and excused yourself.
“Huh? I didn’t let you go yet— hey–” You didn’t even turn to her once, even if she’s calling you.
If it’s the old Jieun you knew, you’re already trembling in fear, but…
But you can tell she’s not that mad.
You can hear her giggles behind her words; she’s happy.
Thud.
You collapsed into your chair the moment you exited her office. You took a deep breath before diagnosing yourself on what’s going on.
“W-what’s that? W-why does my heart keep thumping? Hey! Stop! Seriously.” You put your hand on your chest. It’s even harder to breathe.
“I should go see a doctor—” You let your own words process through your brain, “No. I can’t tell my doctor that it starts when she offers to kiss the gift–” There you go, you remembered it once more…
Mwah.
“Aish!” You dropped the gift onto your table when you thought of her kissing it. The vision’s too clear just to be a thought: her expression, her skin, and her scarlet-covered lips.
“But what’s with the gift all of a sudden?” You stared at the gift for a moment. You sat up straight and gently opened it.
“It’s nice. Leather cover, thick sheet, and… a letter?” There was a letter at the back of the notebook.
As you thought it was simply a gift, you hesitated; it might be another formal, margined love letter from her.
Slowly… you take a look at it.
“No hearts… no kiss marks…” You let out a sigh of relief. She surely doesn’t have a plan to give up.” But the main thing that amazes you is how persistent she is.
It’s not another cheesy love letter; it’s a marriage contract.
“What am I gonna do to you? Ms Lee?” Behind those questions, there’s a bit of happiness that you can’t explain, but your smile at that moment knows why.
Sniff. Sniff.
“Hmm?”
Sniff. Sniff.
That familiar scent lingered in the air. You recognized it immediately, followed by the soft clicks of heels across the marble floor.
After a few seconds, she popped up, Baek Ji– hell boy.
“Pfft–” You let out a loud laugh just by seeing the swollen lump caused by the door jamb last Saturday evening. You knew you were partly responsible for that swollen lump, yet you couldn't stop yourself from laughing.
“Don’t laugh.” She gestured that she'd cut your throat if you kept laughing.
“Sorry about that.” You apologized but half-mean it; she looks like half devil, half angel.
“Hey, tell me, what really happened?” She closed in; her perfume hits your senses much stronger than before; it brings back memories.
“Your mouth almost gives us trouble, and that… you got your forehead kissed by the door jamb.” You pushed her forehead with your index, “That’s why you should drink moderately; you always drink wasted.” You scolded the girl who is usually bright but now’s groaning in pain.
“Did you have hangover soup or medicine?” You asked her, and she simply shook her head.
“As usual.” She answered, “As usual…” You agreed.
You rustled something from your bag and pulled out a hangover medicine you got before coming to work.
“Here, I was about to go down to your desk before going home, take it.” You hand over the medicine to her.
“You always do this. Thanks!” She took it and drank it right away.
What she meant is that you always bought her hangover medicine; it’s not because you’re obliged to, but you just care for her. Both of you are willing to listen to each other’s story and drink the night away together with your stressful thoughts.
“Pwahh! Ohh… it hits the spot.” She groaned in relief. “Do you have medicine for the swollen lump as well?” You poked her forehead.
“Pfft–” There it goes again, the unstoppable laugh.
“Stop it.” Her death stare came back as well, which immediately stopped you from bursting out laughing.
“Sorry, just put ice on it.” You told her, obviously the first thing to do.
“I already did! In fact, it’s much smaller this time around.” She knocked at your table for attention.
“Really? I should’ve waited for it to grow so I could have a chance to take a photo of it.” You teased her, but she just laughed at it this time around.
“...”
“Oh right, what brings you here?” You got distracted by her bubble forehead and forgot that she might need something from your boss.
“Oh, yeah… Is Ms Lee in?” You went back to her secretary facade, just like you.
“Yeah, she’s inside; you may come in.” You gestured that she may come in at any moment since Jieun’s available.
“Thanks!” She happily responded and turned her back to you.
“Uhh, Ms Baek.” You called her a few steps after she walked her way to her office. She stopped.
“Hmm?” She lightly turned sideways, enough to face you.
“If she ever asked you what you were supposed to call her, just address her Ms Lee.” You reminded her of the formalities; you just remembered how annoyed Jieun was when Jiheon called her by her first name last time.
She was drunk at that time, sure, but it’s better to be safe.
“Why? It’s pretty obvious, don’t worry.” She nods; she definitely had no idea what she had done.
She disappeared behind your boss’s office.
“Yeah, why would I worry? You’re not drunk right now.” You nod and simply smile.
*****
The next day, inside the boardroom, her voice echoed like thunder. Her wrath was so terrifying that your hands trembled while recording the session, and your handwriting became so messy. You didn’t even dare to raise your head and look at her; you simply focused on typing everything being said.
“Why did the sales drop!? It’s because you’re lacking! Do I really always have to look for solutions!?”
“Where did the funds go!? In your pocket or wastage!? Submit a liquidation report within the day— no, right now!”
“Don’t ever show your face to me again! You, you, and you! Go out and don’t ever think of coming back to work again!”
A pen became a plane, papers transformed into solid balls, and water bottles turned to missiles. And there’s even a flying folder; it’s not magic, it’s sorcery from a witch.
Her hands became the hammer of judgment every time she smashed them on the conference table, judging an executive officer’s fate.
“...”
Everyone’s trembling, the executives trembling in fear while Jieun’s trembling in anger. Those bastards had nothing to do except to annoy her; not just your boss, they're getting into your skin as well.
A few more dragons’ roars, more flying things, and more curses.
“The meeting was adjourned.” She announced while her eyes closed; anger still overflowed.
“Thank you, Ms. Lee!” They bowed to her in perfect unison. Like synchronized swimmers, but after being drowned by her anger, instead, they barely survived.
“...”
The bad guys got out of the boardroom one by one; some talked, and you bet they were talking about her. You wanted to cut their throat at that moment, if you could just do that.
You let the silence be her temporary paradise.
“I’ll get the car ready.” You stood up.
“No, stay for a while.” She rested her whole body in her chair. “Please.” She wanted you to stay; the please is not necessary since you’re willing to do as she says.
“Yes, I will.” You sat back.
She was restless and obviously tired after what just happened. You just observed, thinking about how exhausting the day was for her.
“Do you want some cold water or coffee? I’ll get you some.” You offered her something to help ease her stress.
“No.” She refused, still had her eyes closed.
“How about a snack? Chocolate? Cheese?” You offered something to boost her energy instead. You just wanted to help with anything you could.
“No.” She refused once again.
“Then how about some—”
“You.” Her words stopped you from talking, not just your mouth; your whole world stopped.
“...”
She finally moved, slightly tilted her head towards you, and opened her eyes, still droopy and lacking energy.
“I want you.” She repeated once more, different from earlier, but it had the same meaning. It went straight to your heart and mind.
“Me?” You’re confused by what she meant by it, though you're already well aware of what she really meant.
“Hold my hand.” She reached out her hand, waiting for you to hold it. Her hands were pale and small, in contrast to how big she was when standing against those corrupted executives earlier.
“Ms. Lee.” You hesitated. You’re just a mere secretary; how dare you hold a princess's delicate hand?
“Just hold it; I’m your boss, right?” Her lips lightly curled up; she knew you couldn’t refuse her since what she was asking was just your hand. “I need to recharge; you’re my energizer for now. Hurry, my arm’s getting tired.” She added, wiggling her fingers.
“...”
You lost; you can’t refuse, and for some reason, you don’t want to refuse.
“Seriously.” You smiled and took it. She smiled the moment you grabbed her hand.
She gripped it tighter, its softness serving as a cushion not to hurt you. That's what she was: soft, but she didn’t dare to show it to others; you knew that it was exclusively just for you.
“Five minutes.” She closed her eyes.
She looked peaceful, the most vulnerable version of her you ever saw. You watched her take her much-needed rest.
For consideration, you slid your chair closer, without snapping her hands off yours.
She’s like an angel; you didn’t think she was roaring like crazy earlier.
“...”
“Those scumbags, if I only had some power to teach them a lesson.” You muttered; you’re always mad at them since all they ever do is wrong.
“Hmm, you want to teach them a lesson? Then marry me. We’ll teach them a lesson.” She heard you and spoke without opening her eyes; she even let out a soft giggle.
“Yes… But that can wait.” You gripped her hand tighter. “Rest.” You added.
“Hmm.” She hummed, the sound of approval.
Her five-minute rest turned into a two-hour sleep.
You didn’t wake her up.
You didn’t move an inch to prevent her from waking up.
“He’s drilling my ass— ahngh– no, I can’t play with my ass right now, hmm, let me look for another one.”
“Is his dick really that big to rearrange my insides? Ahhng– now I’m curious if it’s real hmm…”
“He’s sucking my tits like a fucking suction– oh god… ahngh– I wonder how it feels if my breast got sucked big time– will he play with my nipple? God! Just thinking about it makes me burn hot– Aahhhg.”
Outside the KBS station, there’s a white van parked alone. Inside it, a woman is playing with her cunt like a controller, flicking her clit like a joystick. She’s not just masturbating; she’s reading. That girl is Karina, and she’s reading smuts, not just any smut; she specifically reads works about her.
“The fuck!” She turned her phone off and kicked her feet in annoyance. Her kicks were quite restricted since her pants were on her knees. She was playing with her cunt and panties on.
“All these works are great, but they’re now worthless… I already read all of it.” But it’s not the reason why she’s mad: “I can’t cum on re-reading stories about me; there’s no thrill anymore.” The main reason is that she can’t cum.
“No matter how much I play with my clit… I even put two fingers in, hit my spot, and yet, useless!” She picked her pants up, buttoned them, and turned her phone once again.
Karina started scrolling through her favorite authors, looking for updates and tags.
“Yujin… Wonyoung… Ryujin… Gaeul… where am I!?” Her anger skyrocketed. “Why is no one writing about me now? Did they not enjoy the pictures I posted?” She added.
Karina has her own ways to enjoy smuts, one of which is to be the inspiration for the authors. She frequently posts deep pit cleavages, see-through shirts, and loves showcasing her thighs. Karina knew what she had, and she was aware that it drove them crazy and wildens their imagination.
“If I could only post my tits and pussy for them.” She muttered, still looking for any newly written works about her.
“Commissions? So can I pay them to make a fic for me?” She considered paying thousands on all of her favorite authors. “How about 100k words of destroying my face and pussy? And another 30k for my ass?” She trembled in excitement at her own words.
“...”
“Hello… Proudspring… I would like to pay for a commission…” Karina hits send. “I would like to—” She’s about to send her terms and plot when the author responds.
“I don’t take commission.”
“Fuck you.” She quietly cursed, moving to different authors she likes, but before that, she hit unfollow to proudspring.
She kept messaging authors, from degenerated authors to crack writers; every sort of writer she knew would write about her.
They replied, but there’s one thing in common.
Commissions will take one to two weeks of work.
“Fuck! But that will take a long time!” Her pussy’s itching, and she needs the smut right there, right now.
She was about to lose her mind when an author replied to her rants, “If you want smut fics right now that badly, use AI.” Then the writer blocked her.
“This fucking guy! But AI’s inconsistent! Computers always complicate things that only need a few definitions…” She stopped and started to reconsider it, “But there’s no harm, right?” She thought about it thoroughly.
“Okay, just this once, I’ll generate smut about myself this time.” She opened her browser and searched for an AI engine, and there were a lot. She checked the sites one by one, and most of them were blocked behind a paywall.
“Fucking greed, I won’t pay for some computerized shit.” She kept looking until she found a suspicious-looking AI site. The UI’s clean, with no ads blocking her screen, no timer, and no pop-up things that would redirect you to some gambling sites.
“Hmm, maybe I’ll use this one.” She navigates through the site, looking at its features, and there is everything to satisfy her curiosity.
“What the hell are these features?” She clicked one of them that said, All your wishes will cum true.
“That’s some genie shit.” She made fun of it, but she clicked on it anyway.
The interface just said, All your desires will cum into life.
“What the fuck is this? This isn’t AI Writing; this is some bullshit scamming—” She pressed the close tab, but it wasn’t closing. “The fuck?” She kept pressing, but it wasn’t closing, until a timer started to run.
5…4…3…2… and 1.
The AI Writing site goes back to its opening interface where you can generate your own story.
“Is that some kind of ad?” She’s confused about what just happened, but she ignored it; generating her own smut story is her main priority since she was incredibly horny at the time.
“Hmm, how do I start?” It’s her first time, so she doesn't know what to do. “How about the settings first…” She typed her desired settings.
“Karina…” All she ever wrote was her name in a car.
“The bright sun and its rays light up the entire Seoul, but something is burning hotter than the sun; it’s Karina’s uncontainable lust within her. She’s inside a white van which is parked in front of the KBS station, waiting for her manager's call. She’s waiting for the shoot to start so she shoots her fingers into her cunt instead—”
“WHAT THE FUCK!? Is AI really that good? Wait a minute— I didn’t set the permission to use my location… is it a coincidence?” She got scared for a moment; it was way too realistic.
She hesitated if she should continue, but she didn’t get what she wanted yet: the smut.
“Okay, what’s next…” She navigated through the bottom part where the next part should be placed.
“Karina’s too horny… she’s way too wet and can’t stop herself…” She typed the next scenario.
“Together with the hum of the cold AC is her soft hum which eventually turns into moans, her fingers dug into her pussy like a piston mechanism while her whole engine trembles in lust. She wasted no time undressing but still kept her awareness high; it’s risky, and she loves it–”
“Ahhhgn yes… hmm…” What she was doing is completely a mirror of what the AI generated. She put a finger inside of her pussy, then the second followed in just seconds. She’s gushing wet, so she decides to strip her pants down, not wanting to ruin it.
“G-god… this AI’s too good… W-what’s next…” She typed her next lines to generate while her fingers did their best to satisfy her— satisfied?
“I’m not satisfied— I need someone… like a real smut—” While typing, her drowsy eyes looked outside through the tinted van window,
She kept looking around, biting her lower lip in anticipation, and there she found… you.
IVE’s manager.
Their plaything.
“Hmm… he looks familiar…” She kept playing with her cat and thought of something crazy.
*****
“Ughhh– shit’s too crazy lately… fucking Rei and Liz at the same time… a-a-aww my hips hurt.” You’re having a hard time walking, limping your way to your company’s car.
“Where is it? I swear I parked it here… huh?” The company’s car is gone; no, every car’s gone except for one van.
“Is that our van?”
You hesitated, but for some reason, your leg took a walk for you. Your foot took a step on its own, and you didn’t know what was happening.
“...”
“Why am I here?”
You regained control of your body, but you were already standing in front of the van. Something weird was happening, and you knew it. You had already encountered weird stuff upon being IVE’s manager…
Wonyoung’s spit, Liz’s stamina, Rei’s kink, Gaeul’s trap, Leeseo’s role play, and Yujin’s dominance. It’s weird for you since they act like angels in front of their fans but are demons in sex.
“What the—” You reached for the door, which you didn’t mean to.
Your grip hardened; you pulled the handle, and were about to slide it open. However, you resisted, “I–W-what the hell’s happening!?” Your body’s moving on its own.
“Just open it already!”
“Huh?” The faint voice inside the van distracts you, and the force within you took it as a chance to take over your body.
The van door slides open.
“Ahnngg…” You were welcomed by a moan from a woman who had her legs spread like a book while her fingers played with her pink inner hinge–
And you know who it was: the nation's dream girl, Karina— KARINA IS MASTURBATING IN FRONT OF YOU.
“HOLY SHIT! I’M SO SORRY—” But instead of closing the door, you went in, even stumbled on your way in, and caused you to nearly dive over her open cunt.
“Oh shit–” You closed your eyes, but before that, you got a clear picture of her smooth pudding,
Her pussy’s pinkness is comparable to Wonyoung’s, the puffiness is similar to Gaeul’s, and the visible tightness reminds you of Yujin’s. Why with IVE? Because they’re your owner.
“G-God… it works, the AI works…” You had no idea what Karina was talking about and have no intention of finding out what it was.
“I– I’m really sorry— pweh! W-w-what was that— is that!? PWAH—” A water splashes into your face, and you’re pretty sure it’s not just some kind of water based on its warmth, tanginess, and flavor… It’s better not to speak when a pussy’s right in front of you, or else you’ll drink her squirt.
“Hmm!!” You wanted to take a step back, but you can’t; your body’s frozen as if something’s holding you in place.
“God— I wrote eat my pussy… why you’re not eating me– oh God!” She grabbed your head and shoved it on her gushing pussy.
“Hmmp! Hmmpp!” Karina became the seventh idol you drank her pussy liquid; do you want to? Obviously no.
After gulping her pussy water, she twitched in delight.
“Haa… what the fuck was that… I’m really sorry, but I-I have to go—”
“This guy will…suck my nipple as he means it…” She was still twitching; Fingers hovering through her phone screen.
“She’s crazy… much crazier than Wonyo–ouughhhh!” An invisible force pulled you into her once more.
“Karina and her visitor will lock their lips, their tongues, their organs, their soul; everything will tangle with one another. He will strip the rest of her clothes that are left, tear her bra off, sniff it before gripping her tits so tight and suck her pebbled nipples.”
“W-wait– it went overboard– AHH!” That’s AI for you; she lost a grip on the script, now she has to bear the consequences.
“Wait— hmppp– hmmm… yeshh–” Your lips and Karina’s crashed with each other; smooches and passionate kissing filled the van. It’s so erotic, with steam coming out of your breath and hers.
Who would have thought an idol like Karina is so horny, she even wrote her own smut, her as the protagonist and you as her male lead.
“Wait—” You pulled her blouse, buttons flying in every direction; your body doing what she just generated.
“...”
You gulped; now it’s your will. You’ve never seen such massive breasts; even with her bra on, it looks so full and firm. The solar system doesn’t only have eight planets in it; it’s ten; the two are right in front of you.
“Ohhh— yes…” She bit her lower lip once more before pulling your head for another session of Karina’s Mouth Eating. She kissed back wildly this time around, as if your lips were a delicacy worth eating while it’s still hot.
“Hmm…” You moaned. You couldn’t control your body, but you could still feel how good it was.
She voluntarily removed her blouse; all she left now was her tight bra, which cupped her massive globes tightly. As part of the story, you grip it; too large, it barely fit in your palm, so you just got a handful of her side boobs.
But the newly generated story doesn’t end there; you gripped it tightly as you should. Her whole body throbbed and let out a desperate moan of horniness, like a lioness making love to her king,
“S-sorry!” You apologized as you were about to tear her bra. You didn’t have any control left in your body; the AI did.
“N-no! I have to film later— Riippp! —AHhhhH!” Right after you tore her bra, the bright pink pearls smiled at you. For some reason, it smitten something primal in you, the same feeling when you saw Wonyoung’s breast for the first time, and when Gaeul told you that you can cum inside her throat for the first time.
“AHHNG–” Her body arched forward, her hands locked your head towards her breast, as you had difficulty breathing while sucking her tits. Your nose was blocked by her massive breast; you had no choice but to inhale her luxurious moisturizer.
You kept sucking, and sucking, as if milk would ease your primal hunger.
“AHHH– huh?” Karina’s blinked in dismay; she was nearing another climax just by getting her tits sucked.
“Haa… huh? I— I can move.” You regained your control once more.
“I—I have to go. S-sorry— huh?” You sat up, bowed as an apology; that’s when you saw Karina was on her phone once again.
The last interaction began with Karina using her phone.
You realized it.
You didn’t know what was going on, but seeing how the sexual interaction began whenever she was on her phone, you knew she had something to do with it.
“H-hey! Stop that— hey!” You tried to grab her phone but got kicked in the face instead.
“No! My smut— it’s not over yet!”
“S-s-smut!? You’re reading that too!?” As you remember, Liz mentioned she loves reading lewd stories with her as a character. The same goes with Karina; you start to wonder if idols reading their own smut is popular among them.
“T-too!?” She briefly shot you a shook face before typing back again.
“Uhhh– never mind, just give me that—” You kept reaching for it, but she kept blocking you as well.
You tried to grab it; she kicked you. You tried to hold her hand; her tits slapped you.
“Ughh— no–” She exerted some incredible force that pushed you off the car’s door. But you stood up right away and went back to stop her from whatever she was typing.
“Just— bam! Ough—” Her phone hits you on your temple. What phone is it? Samsung? It’s hard as fuck.
You’re conciousness slowly drifts away, but before that, she waved at your face as if she’s making sure you’re out of it.
“Karina and him… fucking like crazy while he’s unconscious… cumming nonstop deep inside my womb as if we’re newlyweds on a honeymoon… generate.” You heard her mutter.
That’s the last thing you remember–
No, there’s more.
“Ahhnngg– yes!”
“Ningning, look at this!”
“Is that a real cock?”
“Hmmm– Winter’s bouncing on him like a fucking ball.”
“What? What site? AI smut?”
“Karina’s delusional.”
“His ID says he’s from Starship Entertainment…”
“He’s IVE’s manager…”
“Wait– Yujin said their new toy was their manager– is it him!?”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“We should get him.”
You can hear them…
That’s the last thing you remember, for real.
*****
“Arrgh—” You slowly regained consciousness.
The first thing that hit you was the unfamiliar structure of the room: white walls, smoke coming out of purifiers, and a dextrose connected to you.
“Arrghh… hospital? But… why— huh? Yujin?” You were in the car with Karina, doing nasty things with her… and now, you’re at a hospital ward with Yujin sleeping with you in the bed, hugging you.
“Hmm… o-oppa?” She woke up as well; she looks like… restless.
“Y-Yujin-ah…”
“Oppa! You’re awake! Wait…” She quickly stood up and went to the nearest telephone available.
“Hello? Oppa’s awake! Hurry!” She called someone, probably the nurse.
“Y-Yujin-ah… what happened?”
“That’s what we wanted to ask you! What happened to you!? You’re gone for the whole day during our last filming of promotion, then we’ll see you at the parking lot! Naked!” Yujin yells at you, not in an angry manner; you can tell how genuinely worried at you.
“I—uhh.. Naked?”
“Yes!”
Bam!
“Oppa!”
“Mr. Toy!”
“Oppa!
“My Oppa!”
“Oppaaaa…”
The door opened with a loud bang; the rest of IVE entered, and some of them were crying.
“Girls– who said that…?” You’re glad yet can’t help to worried when you hear who called you Mr. Toy; is it Gaeul? No, is it Liz?
“...”
The doctor also came by and assured you that all you need is to rest.
“Oppa, why are you naked in the parking lot!? Unconscious!” Wonyoung played with your hair as she playfully scolded you.
“I—”
“I told you, he’s masturbating in the parking lot and heat stroke hits him.” Leeseo played with your hand.
“How many times do we have to tell you, if it’s heat stroke… he can’t move anymore.” Liz lifts your other arm and swats both Liz's and Leeseo’s hands off you.
The girls have their different guesses on what really happened.
However, it slowly hits you…
“ARRHHHG!” You put your hands all over your blushing face, full of embarrassment.
“Oppa! What’s wrong?” The girls are worried; you’re worried as well.
“...”
“...”
“...”
It’s fucking embarassing, went unconscious in the middle of the parking lot, naked!
“How many people even saw me…” You muttered, bracing yourself for upcoming worldwide embarrassment; someone might have taken a photo for sure and posted it on social media sites, who knows? You might be in the local news as well—
“No one, just us,” Gaeul assured you.
It’s weird for you—
“We also know… it’s weird.” Rei spoke with sincerity.
“Girls…”
“Just take a rest, oppa. You’ve got six girls to feed.” Liz patted your head.
“Yes, we’ll take care of Bona-unnie—”
“Leeseo!” They called her name in sync.
Even if you just woke up, somehow, you’re too tired to deal with them, though.
Tags: smut, heavy angst, arguments, meta-narrative, igenuinelyshedatearwritingthis, grownassmanbtw, not an easy read.
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Part 2 of Wings, were made to fly
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Everything is still in the house. Too still. The dishes are done. Neatly, stacked in the dishwasher, gently trickling water. The dining table, a glass panel with see-through history, work documents piled neatly on one side, hugging the wall.
The house is a chamber. Windows seldom opened, doors rarely ajar. Agreed on, by both inhabitants, because creating openings in the capsule means letting dust, the ugly, in, letting it settle.
Everything’s clean. Nearly spotless. The marble floors have been mopped. The clothes in the laundry aired to dry. The walls are all in this sanitary, pure white and silver, like a single speck of dust would be nigh impossible in this expanse-
“I fucking hate you.”
From the bedroom, the girl, Eunchae, storms out, head in hands, her steps quick but aimless. On closer inspection, her simple oversized tee is the same shade of purity that’s plastered all over the walls, her hair in a smooth, wavy curtain like she just got it done.
Behind her, you trail, near lazy, like you’re used to the words, simple black joggers and simple black shirt, clean as the rest of her, as the rest of the house.
“Get the fuck back here.”
“Fuck you!”
“Hey!”
Bang.
“It’s always this shit with you! All the time. It never fucking ends, never fixes itself like it’s supposed to-”
“And you think that this is all on me?”
“Some part of it is you, at least admit that, you fucking prick.”
Bang. Bang.
“I’m sick of your shit, Eunchae.”
“Yeah? Are you? You’re going to fuck off now, are you? Call it quits for real?”
You click your tongue. You try to steady your breathing. Stay calm. Stay calm. Her words are blunt. Blunt and rude, blunt because they aren’t sharp. That’s what you’ve been reminding yourself every day, right?
“Let’s stop dodging the issue here.”
Eunchae spins to face you, her face frosty, her cheeks flushed. She looks almost drunk.
“And again with that. Don’t you feel repetitive, always flipping things back on me with that shit? What are you, a robot? Recorder? Metronome?”
“Stop trying to get a rise out of me! This is pointless!”
“Is it? Everything that doesn’t help you get your way is pointless? We’re only allowed to follow the plot you’ve made for us, is that it?”
“No!” You say, finding this whole thing ridiculous, “The fuck? All you have to do is listen to reason! Where is this taking us? Back to the same old shit we’ve always been doing.”
Eunchae’s mouth opens like she’s choking back a laugh, struggling from spitting it right into your face.
“News flash, dipshit,” Eunchae shakes, “everything we’re doing right now is a repeat. Like a stupid fucking sitcom. And you’re the fucking star, assface!”
You roar. “Don’t yell at me!”
The house echoes your ferocity- literally. When the two of you were shallower, in earlier days, she’d take an unconscious step back, an instinct upon your voice reaching this decibel. But now? Her hide’s grown thicker, which means all she does is raise an eyebrow in that particularly annoying way, the one that gets under your skin. Her lips flat. She looks like she’s about to kick you in the balls. And fuck it, the ethics. You wanna throw hands.
You swear, the amount of effort required to prevent you from going full on ballistic has popped several veins in your skull. You know how it looks, played this little finicky game before, with the bloody mirror in view as well.
You redden, purple up, and it takes a hot second before the natural complexion of your face returns. And, pathetically, it’s only then you note your balled fists. You hate it. You don’t like this look, a sentiment shared by your partner. Anger doesn’t get you anywhere.
You drop your tone. Drop everything. She’s just another person. She can’t touch you. All she’s saying are meaningless words. You’re better than this. Than her.
Your next words are sanitised, hands slipped back in your pockets like you don’t give a damn. “We need to start talking like normal human beings.”
Eunchae’s tone follows yours, no longer shrill screech. “And how’s that been working for you? Do the results look satisfactory?”
Her eyes cast to the room around you, like she’s coaxing you to take a look at everything yourself.
Hell, she makes things so difficult.
“We at least get somewhere when we aren’t screaming bloody murder.”
Her reply is scathingly quick. Like repeats turned ad hominem.
“There’s no need to stabilise your driving when you’re on a roundabout with no exit,” Eunchae bites. “Like you always like to say, pointless.”
You snap. “God, fuck. Eunchae, please. For fucks sake! Fucking please!”
Lord knows you’re fucking trying, hands in your hair, wincing and all. Eunchae turns her head to the side, like she’s ignoring you. The truth is, she doesn’t want to let it get to her. You power on, because there’s gotta be goddamn light at the end of this goddamn tunnel.
“We need to settle this issue. And we do that with talking. Not with this… infighting.”
“We need to settle this issue… again.”
You take a breath. “Yes. Again.”
Eunchae levels her eyes on yours. Her arms are crossed, not because she’s angry, but because it’s protective. Protective of all the skin of her arms she has pinched between fingers. “Fine. I’ll make my argument simple. There is no solving this. We’re just wasting our breath.”
“So we should just let this fucking horseshit continue?”
This time Eunchae makes a sound of annoyance. She shifts her weight to her other foot.
“Why do you like that word so much, anyway?”
“Huh?” You furrow your brow, “What? The word ‘fuck’? It’s just a word.”
“Just a word. That’s all that’s ever meant to you, hasn’t it? Just a word. And anyone that doesn’t subscribe to that notion is stupid trash.”
You have no idea what she’s getting at. You’ve been using that word since forever. She uses that word. But you don’t snort. You resist the urge to make any sound that suggests belittlement, any words to betray how it’s raining down upon you. Control. Control.
“Fine. I won’t use that word. Remove the profanity. Whatever. Happy?”
“Really?” Eunchae replies, “What a surprise. Should I be honoured?”
“What is your problem?” Everything that comes out of her mouth seems poised to spite you. Unnecessarily so.
“My problem, dipshit, is your stupid need to level everything to your playing field. It’s absurd. Injust. You’re in control, always.”
“Always? I’m puppeteering your life, am I?”
“You may as well be,” Eunchae says matter-of-factly, “We play by your rules, don’t we? We stop the yelling, talk things out, communicate like we’re in a debate club. Somewhere where you can use your stupid, verbose bullshit to outweasel yourself from being in the wrong.”
You stare. “Are you serious? You think conversing like normal human beings, respectfully and peacefully, is a shit way to resolve our arguments? Even when we descend into playground insults and verbal fuc… warfare? Is this not a logical solution?”
“So nothing else matters, does it? Just the right way to do things? The cold hard facts?”
What is she talking about? “What are you talking about?”
Eunchae scoffs, not even bothering to hide it. The pad of her thumb rubs at her eyes, and it stings, but you’ve gotten used to it. Because this happens every time. And you’re not sure when this bled into normalcy.
“Forget it.”
“What?”
She doesn’t reply. Her lower lip shakes. Your hands are in the space, grasping for something, whole body shaking and shuddering with all the effort you’re putting in to just reach.
“Eunchae, talk to me. What’s all this? What are you on about? We can’t even communicate right now.”
“Of course we can’t!” Eunchae screams, and you can’t even fake your surprise, eyes widening, caught in a moment where nothing makes any logical sense-
“You’re not listening! You never do!”
“Huh?” You say, flabbergasted. Preposterous. You’ve done nothing but try to listen.
“I don’t care anymore. Get the fuck out of my house.”
“Your house?” Your voice rises. Shit. Tone it down. “We bought this place together. Even split. Fifty-fifty.”
Your resist the urge to add, the fuck you mean your house?
“Then draw a line! I’ll stay behind my fifty percent. Just leave me the fuck alone!”
“Eunchae,” you slap a hand to your forehead, “You’re going to run from this? Again?”
“I don’t care! You win! I give up, give in. Whatever you’re going to say, you’re right!”
“Eunchae!” You shout. Fuck it. You need to get her to listen somehow. She’s not receptive to anything right now. You’ll apologise later.
Probably.
“Work with me here! I’m trying my best to talk to you. We can’t keep running away from our problems. They don’t just magically disappear.”
“Don’t they?” Eunchae retorts. She’s forsaken the urge to rub her tears away, to give a crap about the trails down her face and falling off her chin. “Isn’t that how it always goes? We talk, we agree on something. You dictate what I say. Sure. Happy for a couple of days. Otherwise, we take a break. A week where we start over from zero. We kiss, have awesome make up sex, and everything’s forgotten, isn’t it? Pause, incident, pause?”
You don’t retort. You can’t. It’s true, regardless of how wrong it is. That’s how it is. That’s how it always has been. Putting it brutally, the two of you discard each other when shit hits the fan. The attraction is fleeting. Intermittent. Hell. Like… disease.
It takes a moment for you to realise Eunchae’s already stalked away, moving past you. She defeats you, in that moment. You’re still staring at the same spot, because you’re not sure you believe what’s happening right now.
“So we’re just going to let this go?”
“Just tell me what you want from me and I’ll do it,” Eunchae mutters, her voice soft, lost.
This isn’t victory. Not for you, not really. This is a resignation. There was no fight here. There’s no cause for celebration. All Eunchae did was just roll onto her back and tell you to get on with it.
You walk out. Grab the keys, slip into slippers. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. Clear your head, get some space, whatever. You have no idea what to do. Whether to move forward, or to hang back.
Eunchae sits by the dining table, motionless. She’s another piece of the furniture. Pure, clean. Whatever to distract from what this all is. Does it make sense? Pfft, no. Of course not. Does it hurt?
Eunchae hangs her head in her hands and cries.
____
In another instance, maybe, just maybe, things play out differently.
If the rules of the world weren’t written this way. If everyone said, hey, okay, do your thing. It’s your little corner of the world, I won’t intrude. A world free from judgement maybe. Maybe.
It’s like this, see. You try to play things properly, really. You put all the extra little thoughts in. Maybe too many at times. You act, no, play, no, am the perfect boyfriend, to the best of your abilities. On judgement day, you should at the very minimum be tilted to the correct side, wholly because of your own actions.
Things are happy at the beginning, romantic. You wipe the ice cream off her lips. She giggles. The Han river. Noodles and fried chicken. Spicy bokkeumbap. Yeah, things like that.
For a good while, a very good while, you’re happy. Content. She’s support in your fragile little world, and things are great. The two of you push deeper, wading into the marsh, not looking back. Hell, not even looking forward. Looking at each other.
And that’s the moment. Right there. Pause the video. Zoom in. Right fucking there. Take out your notebook.
See, at first you think it’s a joke. Horror stories concocted by your mother told to her friends whenever they come over for dinner and girls’ night. About how cohabitation is a test. A real make or break. About how getting closer means getting further apart. And other nonsensical horseshit.
Taking a step forward, but forward’s the wrong direction. Like bringing this person in means the end for everything else. And look, you’re smarter than this. Smart enough to know not to fuck this up. And to know how not to either.
But the house is a warzone. One that deceives you at first. You enter, weapons lowered, taking in the scenery. Oh, those are some nice flowers. Put them by the side. Look at the paths! They sparkle.
And then you realise the whole fucking place is laced with land mines. Kablooey.
And hell, why do things keep escalating? You’re not on an escalator, you’re not playing a roguelike videogame. What’s this, Tetris? Putting the blocks and pieces into place speedily without fucking up the arrangement?
The first time was bad, sure. Eunchae’s tired of always having to bring your clothes to the laundry room, always having to make the bed in the morning. She just wants things to be neater, nicer.
So you explain how it seems ridiculous to you that she believes a laundry trip is mandatory once a day, considering that two people times two outfits is at most fourteen articles of clothing, a day. Which doesn’t even fill up the machine you bought halfway.
She calls it unhygienic. You call it uneconomical.
It gets heated. Stupidly so. It’s the first time you find yourself genuinely angry with her, and you don’t know why. She cries, and it’s the first time that she’s ever done that in front of you. So you panic.
Fine, you give in. Compromise. You’ll even dump the clothes in the washer for her.
That pisses her off. Because she doesn’t want to just win. It’s never been about the victory in battle for either of you. It’s about the war. She needs to make you understand. And agree that she’s right.
But it doesn’t make sense.
Over time, things change. It’s less emotional turmoil and more brokering, a painful game of sorts. But instead of decapitated heads rolling it’s simply layers unraveling in front of you like unbundled canvas. And the picture it paints, not pretty.
You make deals. Bargain your way to allow you to drag her to your side. Barter trade.
Bring your weapons to the table: Cold hard logic against metaphysical morality. Raise them up and fight.
And after, the two of you have peace. Come back together. Like Frankenstein; your bodies meld. Heat, passion, till your eyes roll back into your skulls. It feels better that way, raw and unprotected, vulnerable after so many hits.
Then your hearts. Stitched together. Smiles. What were we even arguing about? It feels so stupid now. Love blooms, because love is like most flowers. Seasonal.
And the two of you let the festering problem reach further, hold tighter.
——
Your feet are light on the pavement. Coffee. Need coffee. Starbucks will do. A roadside coffee shop will do. Anything will do.
Clangle. Past the Christmas decoration, past the little lights.
The barista is sweet, serene, adorned with an elf hat. She’s pleasant, taking your order with a gentle smile and a clear lack of care for anything in her immediate surroundings.
So coffee takes a while. And she kind of puts too much sugar in it. But whatever. That won’t be enough to ruin your day.
Sweet is the season. Your right hand, clasped around the bag, the bag containing the artificial softness you didn’t really bother to wrap up. Whatever. She’s going to love it.
You shift in your brown wool jacket. No time to waste.
She’s already got everything set up, of course. The treats, the tree, the candles. She’s got a Santa hat on, a Santa-red dress. Her face lights up when you toss your bag over like you’re going to bludgeon her and bash her head into a pulp.
“Hey babe!” She laughs, hands sinking into the softness of the puffy toy through its protective plastic layer.
“Eun-ah, you’ve done so much. It looks so good!”
You reach over to try to kiss her, but the sheer size of the soft toy provides some resistance. The two of you laugh, but meet anyway, your mouth over hers, dominating the kiss.
“Cute dress,” you smirk.
“Thank you,” Eunchae gives a little bow, swaying from side to side.
“Can’t wait to peel it off.”
“Pervert!”
You laugh.
“At least let me have dinner first! There’s always only one thing you want on your menu, isn’t there?”
“It’s the only food I need,” you reply, twirling your finger in the air like you’re summoning a spell. “I’m a repeat customer.”
“Well, you’re going to have to wait. Until after we get some actual food in both of our bellies.”
“Ever heard of the term, start with dessert?” You toss the pondering question over. Eunchae hits you with her Christmas gift.
“I told you. Wait. I have more in store for you. You haven’t even gotten to the best part yet!”
—-
Coffee. Coffee. How it clears the mind. Rids the fog, some would say.
You sip slowly. The drink has long gone cold by now, but you’ve been nursing it. Resisting. Taking as long as you possibly can.
Through the glass panel of the kitchen, where you can watch Eunchae. Watch as she moves quickly, rapidly. Ruthlessly efficient are her hands. She does her work. Fingers a blur. She does the laundry. Quick are her steps. Routine. Routine.
Your eyes watch her. Unmoving. A provocation. Seeing when she reacts. Your mind? Cycling a million possible retorts to cook her like a well done steak the moment she opens her mouth.
“Stop looking at me,” she says, obvious with her anger.
“You want me to leave?” You reply, as if one long walk wasn’t enough.
“Do whatever you like. But give me some privacy. Stop looking at me like I owe you rent. It’s unnerving.”
You take another sip. Mug’s empty. “What is?”
“You looking at me. I don’t like it. The more you look at me the closer you get. The more I have to deal with your bullshit. Go away.”
She stacks another one of her shirts on top of the pile, before grabbing the entire folded tower and hurrying off to the bedroom. Like she has anything else to do.
You wash the mug. Place it back on the drying rack the way you know she likes. Your cup kissing hers. You follow.
“So we’re really going to do this?” You say softly. All traces of irritation, anger are gone, replaced by a droning monotone disconnected from emotional appeal. She won’t get to you now, because you won’t allow it.
Eunchae ignores you. The clothes go back into the drawers. Neatly, neatly. Scented with detergent you both agreed to use to clean. Like a promise to blend.
“We’re just going to avoid this, again. For another week. Maybe two. Then we’ll remember to start talking.”
She just packs.
“You don’t give a shit about us.”
“And you’re saying you do?” Eunchae looks up at you defiantly from her kneeling position. She opens the next drawer, turning back not even a second later.
“Clearly, I do. I’m the only one actively trying to solve the issue here.”
“There’s no issue between us.”
“There is an issue.” you say pointedly.
“No there isn’t. Not one either of us can solve, evidently.”
“Do you want things to improve?”
“In this snail race?”
“Eunchae.”
“What? Go do your thing. Your little distancing routine. Go out. Have a drink. Chat with your buddies. Pretend to check out that chick at the bar. And come back in a couple weeks when you want to fuck me again.”
You sigh. You’re not even irked at that. It’s all so… desensitised. You’re tired. “We have to at least try, babe.”
Eunchae tenses unnaturally. Was it the word? Or everything else? She stands up, making a means to move, but you’re in the doorway.
“Excuse me.”
You don’t budge.
“Excuse me, please.”
“Don’t run away from this.”
“It’s not about how fast I can fucking get away from you, mister. It’s about how quickly you’ll catch me.”
She’s moved up right into your personal space, fearless in a certain sense, but her eyes don’t meet yours. You’re a barrier, and nothing else. Her eyes are motioning to move past. And you feel it’s all grossly unfair.
Is there anything to say that could change the current predicament? Any way to reason yourself out of this one? One that anyone could understand?
Finally, after a few moments, when Eunchae realises you’ve gone still, she looks up. She’s not daunted by the proximity, not affected by the look in your eyes.
Her eyes, still red like they’ve been rubbed raw. Her lips are slightly swollen, like you’ve been kissing her too much. She looks so much like something that needs protection. And you’re not impervious like you’ve been telling the world. Everything begs you to hold on.
“What, you want to fuck me already?”
You blink. “I thought you didn’t like that word?”
“Yeah, but you love it, don’t you? You love that word, and all the things that come with it. It’s all you want to do, all you want to hear, right? Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!”
“Eunchae!” You say, scandalised. Like you’re scandalised.
“Isn’t that all you want? My body? That’s what keeps you running back, right? You only give a fuck about my body.”
You pop. Zero to a hundred. It’s not true. It’s a blatant lie. It’s everything to rouse you. And what she insinuates, you detest it.
“Yeah, you’re right,” you spit, “I do.”
You repeat the lie, because a part of you knows she hates this just as much as you do, all these naysayers with their opinions on what the two of you can be, will be, should be. Your hand seizes her wrist, bringing the two of you closer like you’re about to kiss her I love you.
“You’re right, Eunchae. That’s all I give a shit about. You. Your body. That’s what you want to hear me say, right? That you’re just a warm body I can use by my bed, a convenient way for me to drain my balls.”
Eunchae’s eyes darken. Magic, the way they manage to switch up like this. Like she wants to eviscerate you with a trebuchet.
“Fuck you.”
You let her pass, because you can’t stand to look any longer. You shouldn’t let her go, but you feel like screaming at the walls.
You’re wrong. You mean so much more to me.
But they’ll never see that.
——
“Hey, what do you think is wrong with us?”
You glance over at Eunchae from your seat at the glass table. Her figure’s sprawled out on the couch, her head cast skyward like she’s stargazing through the ceiling.
“Wrong with us?”
If she nods, it’s imperceptible. But you heard right.
You turn to your hands, on the table, fingers outstretched and flat on the cool glass, back when they didn’t yet learn to curl into fists. The house smells like human petrichor, mixed in with that suffocating smell of sanitizer, of appearances.
“I think it’s about what’s wrong with me, isn’t it?”
Eunchae frowns. “No. I’m a part of it too. It takes two hands to clap.”
“Does it really though?” You reply, “Besides. I have two on my own.”
Eunchae glances down to look at you. From this angle, with her feet facing you and her body resting comfortably, she looks cute. Her chubby cheeks on her small face. A squishy look.
“A part of it is me. At the very least. We’re both guilty here. That’s why we keep crawling back to each other, unable to call it quits.”
“I mean, hasn’t this gone on for long enough? Why are we still torturing ourselves like this, like a pair of obnoxious siblings stuck under the same roof? Why can’t we just call it quits?”
“...I don’t know,” you say finally. And even if you did have the right answer, the one that solves all of this, would it matter?
Fundamentally you know, there’s something wrong with all of this. There’s these things called rules, or whatever, lines drawn in the sand you’re supposed to abide by. Wards, fences, walls, signs all pointing in the opposite direction. Don’t do that. Don’t follow your heart. Not to her, young and pliable.
You slowly pick yourself up from the chair, and Eunchae watches closely as you cross over. She doesn’t say a word, doesn’t move a muscle. Her eyes just hold on to you, tracking your movements till you’re kneeled, on one knee, by her head.
Quiet. A moment for the two of you. Just the two of you. You watch her, and she watches you. Her gaze is pensive, pliant, waiting for your next move.
You reach over to give her a kiss on the lips. One that you give all the time, but the kind she never gets tired of. When you pull away from her delicate softness, the hints of a smile grace her cheeks. You rub her head for a couple gentle moments. Hopeful ones.
And then you get up and start moving again, Eunchae watching you gently as you start busying yourself with life.
—
Eunchae never throws anything, in all her rage. Then again, neither do you.
In fact, the house is often so spotless, so incredibly untarnished, that simply by appearances the two of you seem to be living a perfect life.
—
One more check. A whiff of your collar, a straightening of your cuffs. Things have still been in an uncomfortable flux, but just because the two of you currently hate each other doesn’t mean you’re going to miss out on important obligations. The tickets to her rehearsal are still there. You’re not going to just not go.
A quick glance in the mirror, which reveals that you look tired, tired from fighting and leaving and being hollow, from avoiding.
Combat between two urges, one that declares that things should be over, and the other that yields to the idea that you need her back by your side, that you miss her warmth.
Fight it out.
Eunchae took the car; You grab an umbrella just in case and start to make your way over, in your navy suit and brown oxfords. You look good, a guy that’s clearly out for a date, some attractive looking event, and you cycle through the million things you’re about to say.
And you think to yourself, the funny thing is this. Adjacent to Murphy’s law, nothing that anyone thinks will actually happen does happen. There’s always that additional layer, that extra hurdle life throws on the track that catches one off guard, that derails, that can’t be prepared for even with a million years of careful consideration.
So you choose to eliminate as many bad options as possible by trying to think of them first. Get rid of all the worst ways this night could go. Scrap the breakup story. Scrap the messed up performance. Scrap the why did you come? I didn’t want to see you here.
And ironically, try not to think of all the good endings.
Her dress is red, for some reason. Like a Chinese ornament, or something. Hair done up, in a singular, smooth ponytail, a plume that rests gently behind her. And the thing is, she knows your seat, she gave you the damn tickets after all, so she knows immediately once the stage lights cast down on her that you’re here.
Her back straightens. She almost smiles. Almost. A quick bow and she turns to the keys, sitting with her feet tucked together.
She looks good. Nothing like the clipped seraphim she was every day of the past week. Her makeup conceals it all, brings out her eyes, always bright, spotlights in the dark.
She tests the keys, the same little pattern you’ve heard time and time again, at home, at her practices, at her performances. You close your eyes for a moment. You always prepare yourself mentally before her performances. She has her routine. And you have yours.
One. Two. Three.
Eunchae starts to play. The tune wafts in, gentle, romantic. She strikes each key with certainty, precision.
She eats it up right from the start. Her fingers, soft and slow at first, pressing gently when she knows the audience is focusing more on her than the tune. When the music overwhelms, when they start to give in to the message, they speed up, become a blur, tapping notes in succession.
The pieces she chose are good. They always are. And her skill goes without saying. The first song. A short break. A violinist comes on stage. And Eunchae accompanies his second piece.
Her eyes are mirthful. She doesn’t focus too hard on the notes, on the music sheet in front of her. Her fingers already have the song memorised. Her smile mirrors her playing, like she just forgets all about it and seeps into her notes. There’s not a tinge of sadness in her notes, like it never existed at all.
She doesn’t need to glance at you. She just needs to feel.
She gets one more piece. Brisk are her movements. A few people by your side, in the front row, take pictures.
You don’t know if you can live without her.
She comes down five minutes later than everyone else. And you’re not sure who needed to mentally prepare themselves more.
You stand in the first row, watching as all the other performers greet friends and family. All till a swish of red distracts you.
She walks purposefully, smiling and thanking as eyes fall on her. Her pace never falters. Swiftly, she reaches you. By your side.
Come on. You can’t even look slightly pissed if you tried. You smile, and she does as well, her chin dipping shyly.
“You-”
“Yeah. I came.”
Eunchae beams, her pearly whites showing for the first time in two weeks, and she turns away and does a little spin. The crowd parts naturally to give her room.
“How was it?”
“The performances? Great. The band was amazing.”
“But I was better?” Eunchae shifts her weight to her left foot, crossing her arms.
“You’d better be. Otherwise I’d be dating someone else right now.”
“Prick,” Eunchae shakes her head, “can’t you be nice and stop teasing for once?”
You chuckle. “You were amazing, babe. Gorgeous. As you always are. Everyone was transfixed.”
She glows. Everything feels better. No need for anymore words. The two of you communicate just like this. Her eyes glisten.
“Hey, none of that. You still need to receive all the praise and appreciation.”
Eunchae nods since she understands. She blinks a couple times, and they disappear. Later.
“I’m hungry. I’ll see you in a few minutes?”
“Go,” you nod. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”
Eunchae nods, the little angel, turning and leaving like a flare shot away from a flare gun, leaving your life. Others watch her go, then watch you, watching her leave.
You get it. And damn. There’s so much more.
In the car, you’re a shaking wreck. Everything feels wrong. Everything feels foolish.
And that’s even before Eunchae knocks on the windscreen, telling you to let her in. The lock clicks, and she surges in, grabbing a hold of your neck and kissing you hard.
Her lips meld to yours, mixing cherry lipstick with strawberry lips.
Your hands seized her shoulders, and each subsequent kiss deepens. It feels right, it feels good. Like she left, but dammit, she came back.
“Close the door,” you say between kisses, “the aircon is leaking out.”
She laughs, eyes wet, but does so anyway. She tucks herself neatly into the seat. And contact is broken. Just for a moment.
Because you’re pulling her in right after, again. And it’s a good while before the headlights of your car come on.
“I’m sorry,” Eunchae says first, the two of you on the highway. No, you don’t miss the details. Her hand clasped in yours. The other one fiddling with the hem of her dress, nervous like she’s been hurled back to her past, to your first date. The way she looks to the front because it hurts to look at you.
“We’re so stupid.”
“We’re not. Just… difficult.”
She laughs again. Weakly. Like she’s tired of it. Both of you are.
Your hand leaves hers for just a moment, so you can make a safe right turn onto the highway. And it comes back to rest on her thigh.
Her eyebrow perks up curiously, and you nonchalantly give her thin leg a squeeze. She shakes her head. She doesn’t even need to say it.
“I’m just telling you, this dress is a bitch and a half to take off. It’ll take like, ten minutes. And a lot more space than the interior of a car.”
You do your best to look disappointed, like that’s really the first thing on your mind. “Later then. What do you want to eat?”
And it’s strange, because food feels almost secondary. And it feels like it’s because nothing makes sense.
——
And look. The makeup sex is amazing.
Every time the two of you come back, it’s a couple days where the two of you can’t do anything else but tangle up in a mess of limbs and kisses.
It’s so good that in a messed up way it seems almost worth it to keep breaking apart, because returning feels consistent, probable.
The two of you stumble like drunken sailors all over the house, pulling and pushing each other around, gasping, moaning, groaning with round after round of mind boggling pleasure. That’s the only time things appear even a little messy. Her. You. Madness. Psychosis.
She becomes pliable, pudding, doing whatever you want and whatever you ask, loving it, making it feel like everything’s right with kisses down your cheek. A private moment for two, right?
“Let’s go out,” she says.
“When?”
—
“Get away from me!”
“No!” Eunchae screams. “You started this!”
You snort. “I started this? Me? When you literally just barged into the bedroom and screamed your head off?”
“You let it happen again! How did you let it happen again? What’s the point of saying things have changed, will change, if the same mistakes are going to happen again?”
“Things have been improving! I’ve been doing what you asked! Picking up the laundry. Cleaning the toilet. Waiting outside the office for an entire additional hour to pick you up! It’s been two months without incident. This was just a mistake. I was busy. It slipped my mind!”
“Of course! You were so busy you couldn’t remember to not let our house catch on fire? How do you nearly fuck up boiling water?”
“Just get one of those automatic ones that turn off by themselves! My boss dialed me with something important!”
“Made out of moneybags, are we?”
“Oh come on. It’s the simplest solution.”
“Well then, excuse me if I prefer using an item that’s not even spoiled rather than investing in a minor upgrade.”
“Then that’s your problem, isn’t it?”
“My problem? Yeah? Do I have to burn my fingers off the next time for you to get it?”
“The hell? That’s just being bitchy, Eunchae!”
“Fuck you! Can’t you not be such an unbelievable… pricklord?”
“…Okay, that’s just weak.”
“Fuck off! I should pour that kettle of hot water over your head!”
“Are you insane?”
“Maybe I am! God knows I’ve already lost my mind living here long enough. With you!”
“Yeah yeah, everything is me, isn’t it? I’m the problem here.”
“So you think you can pin everything on me instead?”
“That’s not what I said! I’m done with this.”
“Then leave! For good! Has no one grown a pair of balls in this house? I know I definitely haven’t, and the last time I checked, you’ve got enough for both of us! So be a man and move on from me!”
“So it’s on me to leave as well! You haven’t learnt to be an independent woman yet, is that it?”
“There is no independence here, under your charge.”
“Stop saying that!”
—
No, really. You should be the bigger man here. The actual man. The one you’re defined to be. Moving on is logical. This will pass, and so will she. Plenty of fish, in this sea.
—
You know what it looks like. This isn’t a Mexican standoff, poker table, an all-in gamble. There shouldn’t be this much trepidation on the fact that both of you are seated on opposite sides of the dining table for the first time in what feels like forever.
“The truth is we can’t understand each other.”
Eunchae doesn’t react for a moment, like the truth doesn’t faze her. Which makes sense. Because the words have always been written here. On the walls.
“We don’t agree on things. We don’t see eye to eye. We even… think differently.”
“Your point being?” Eunchae says, and you’ve never felt the coldness in her low tone before, but you do now.
“We don’t work. We don’t even have the same value system. What you think is right and what I think is right, they don’t align. It’s like being a shitty MBTI match. I’ve tried. You’ve tried. We do our best to carve a way out for both of us, but we never come out the other side. It’s starting to hurt the way I look at you. And I know it has affected the way you see me as well.”
“So I should go, then.”
“No,” you say immediately, like it hurts. “No. It’s just… it’s bad.”
“Get to the point.”
You look up into her eyes. Her tone is detached, no, lobotomised, and it’s completely foreign. But the look in her eyes is anything but. Exactly the same way as before. Bright, but dimming with each passing moment. Affected.
“I… I don’t know what to do.”
Eunchae stares. Then the tears burst from her eyes.
And you could say a million things about that moment. About how it hurts, how it feels wrong. About how afraid you are of each next passing second, unsure where this road is going, or if there’s any road at all.
Your heart knows. Your mind knows. Each sparkle down Eunchae’s cheeks knows. She bites her lips, redirecting the pain outward, into something she can feel. She sniffs.
“You should let me go.”
Your throat goes dry. The right thing is to agree, right? Let her lead a better life, you’d do that if you truly loved her. You had no right to keep her for so long anyway, or to keep her at all. So you should just say it. Everyone would be happier this way.
But. What’s stopping you?
Eunchae’s breath catches, half because she actually needs air when she’s dying like this, and half because she’s watching your own tears fall.
“I don’t want to. I really, really don’t want to. I don’t know why-”
“I don’t want to either.”
And you wish she didn’t say that. Because the truth is you love her. But that doesn’t matter, at least not anymore. Not here. Love is bullshit, disaster, the problem. The only thing that can’t be explained in any sort of rational manner-
“I still love you. So much.”
And Eunchae sobs. Loudly. Her eyes crush into this ugly shape, her teeth gritted like she’s in pain. And the truth is, the two of you should be sick of each other. The two of you should hate each other. By coexisting, logic states that the two of you aren’t a match. The two of you can’t even decide on dinner sometimes, for gods’ sakes.
She just says, I eat anything, even when the both of you know she has particular foods she doesn’t eat, and then you go I eat anything, because you actually do. And then the two of you just stand there, in the mall, waiting.
“We can’t keep going back,” Eunchae murmurs, rubbing at her eyes, her whole body trembling with each uncontrolled weep. And love, which is the sweetest pain, the most intense, it all just… seems so pointless. Why? Why couldn’t you have been different? Why are you still fighting for this? Eunchae’s next words make so much sense.
“All we’ve been doing is coming back to this moment. It’s a loop. We break, we fall. We come back. -hic- We never move on. You argue with yourself over and over again if you’re doing the right thing, like it matters to deny what’s in your heart.”
She sniffs again, and your hand shoots out to grab the tissue box by the end of the table. To drag it into the space between you two like a marker.
“...Should we just go?” You say, clearing your throat like you’ve been yelling for seven straight hours at a wall.
“I don’t know,” Eunchae admits, shoulders hunched, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue. She looks up with this sad smile, this look that tells you she can’t care any more about the consequences. “How could I ever know?”
She’s right. You’ve always known she’s right. You picked her because she’s always been right. Right in her own way. Just. The whites on the wall don’t need to peel for you to understand. There’s no need for a bell to signal the end of this ballad.
“I’d still try, you know? Over and over again. No matter how long it takes. Regardless of if it matters. If it changes anything.”
“At the very least, I’d still be with you. Even if it hurts. I don’t know if I know how to go.”
“I know you would,” Eunchae almost laughs, this unnaturally light sound in this sombre mood, “But it’s okay. We can move on. Pretend this never happened. Pretend you never had the urge to come to me, to take me, use me, communicate something in a way that matters. Pretend you never loved me.”
“It sucks,” Eunchae admits, “We could call it quits here, right now. And it’ll feel like we’ve dumped a pointless amount of something to get to nothing. And maybe in a few years you’ll really forget all about me, realise that this was all pointless. Move on to someone younger, prettier and better. And that’s just how life works. It allows you to fixate on all the right things, and you’ll just get rid of anything that’s even halfway difficult to approach.”
Eunchae sniffs again. Her tears have stopped, and this moment really does feel final. There’s nothing left to write.
“I should go,” you say.
You should go.
“The house,” she begins, turning to face the walls. Everything the two of you have taken shelter under, that’s been built together. Fifty-fifty. Even. Split.
“Keep it. It’s yours.” You say. The truth is, even the idea of retaining your share of everything feels like a black mark you won’t be able to erase. It’s best to just leave everything as it is. Cut yourself off completely. Remove yourself from any suspicion.
“This house was made because of you. It should be left to you.”
Eunchae nods, slowly at first, like she’d argue. But arguments now are… needless.
The two of you pack like a couple. An actual one. She just hands things over wordlessly, things that go neatly into the next part of your suitcase. Clothes are easy. Everything else is difficult. Because how do you find things that she hasn’t touched, hasn’t graced? How do you just… remove everything that’s been tormenting you for months?
And it’s the way the tears start again, because each layer you unpack is another thing, another stupid reminder of what the two of you blended and made. Eunchae sinks to the floor, cradling one of those predrawn artworks the two of you never got around to finish painting, and even you can’t find the strength to pick her back up. You called it stupid. She’d promise you it’d be finished in two weeks, together. Bought it last year. On holiday. You watch her. Face concealed, that wavy curtain of hair you always thought hid her beauty from the outside world now looks like refuge, the last thing stopping her.
“I don’t want you to go.”
It’s soft. But genuine.
You zip up your suitcase. “I’ll see myself out.”
You declare it like she doesn’t trail behind you anyway, white following black, all the way to the door.
“It’s… for real this time,” you say, exhausted. This has been a long time coming. Eunchae nods, like she agrees, her eyes still staring straight at the center of your body. Maybe she can see your heart. But she probably can’t. Because otherwise she probably would have stopped you by now.
“... goodbye?” Eunchae says slowly.
And you look past her, at the house. The room. Everything that’s still there, that Eunchae will slowly have to filter out, toss away. And you almost smile. Maybe a part of you will still be here, even though it doesn’t matter. You won’t forget, will you? This should feel important.
The house still smells like her. You wonder how long it’ll take her to get rid of your scent.
“Bye.”
And the important thing here is not how you leave, turning away, letting the door close on you without support, without either of you having a hand on the handles, but the way she reacts. Because you might not goddamn see it, but it’s everything that’s happening behind the door, the thing you can only imagine is happening, that really gets you.
How she slumps against the door, forehead first, then sinks. The way she has to curl up against it, a ball of ashy hair, her nails scratching at her lower lip, eyes empty.
The way her fingers still find a way to scratch at the wooden front door, like you’re on the other side, and she’s the one waiting for you to open up and let her inside.
And your feet still haven’t left the dais.
Does it matter? Is everyone right? Is this lie of pretending she doesn’t exist, like she isn’t right fucking there, is this the best thing us as human beings could come up with?
Should you give a fuck? Don’t we pride ourselves on freedom of expression? If this fucked up way of constantly thinking about her, constantly coming back to her is wrong? Then what isn’t?
Desecration. Humiliation. The she knows or she doesn’t. Innocence and youth and the you shouldn’t do her like this, like everything’s true in your heart is false because it cannot be seen. Anguish.
The door clicks.
Eunchae stumbles away from the door, eyes widening like gold is falling from the sky. She barely gets a foot away before it swings open, and you’re quick, rushed.
You grab her by the scruff of her neck, pulling her up, tossing your luggage to the side. You don’t care if the handle cracks the marble.
And yeah, it looks like a fight. And it is a fight. A fight to protect the one goddamn thing you love.
Your lips find Eunchae’s. She’s pretty, all with her rosy lips and panicked gasps, but the kiss is anything but.
You press hard. Your fingers go to her hair, her neck, pulling her in. Her nails curl against your thin tee like she’ll scratch your heart out.
It takes a moment for you to realise she’s crying. Wait no, you are. What does it matter?
You pull apart for a fraction of a second, so you can realign yourself and kiss her again. She cries directly into your mouth, and it’s a rough pound against your chest that finally separates the two of you.
“Why?” She croaks, your lips stained with the salt of her pain, “you were supposed to leave. You had to leave! Now we’ll just go back into that same rhythm again!”
You don’t reply, just pull her in again. And yeah, she goes powerless. She kisses you back, harder than you thought possible, her fingers tugging hard at your shirt, pulling it up and bunching the fabric up.
The two of you break only when desperately necessary, both heaving like the two of you have summited a peak.
“I can’t go. Won’t go. Don’t go.”
And Eunchae squeezes her eyes tightly shut. And your lips go to her cheek, right below her eye. All this isn’t new to you, save for the fact that this is the latest time you’ve mended back together.
Her hands go to your back, squeezing you tight, keeping you close. She doesn’t draw away, only pulls you in deeper, because the both of you realise losing this is the only real defeat in both your lives.
She pulls your shirt off, over your head. Her hands rest against your chest, next to your beating heart.
“I missed you,” she admits, between laboured sobs.
“Me too.”
“Bedroom.”
The two of you stumble backwards, a clumsy waltz back. You guide her, slowly, all while she starts pressing gentle kisses on your neck, your collar. Breathes in your scent hungrily like your memory can fade away from her nose, given time.
You guide her hands to find the top of the mattress. Her fingers close, take in the textile feel of the fabric.
You reach for the hem of her shirt. And you wait, longer than you should. Long enough to hesitate.
But she nods. And you pull it off of her.
Her bra is simple. Grey. Your lips find hers first, a kiss to reassure, to remind her this is happening, your hands thumbing away her tears, which are stilling.
She doesn’t shiver at your touch, doesn’t flinch when your lips go to that spot beneath her ear. You’ve been in this spot before.
All she does is tug you over her, closing the distance to nada, till you can feel her own need on yours. Her hands disappear behind her back, and it’s quick, the way her bra is tossed aside with her left hand, and her cute little handfuls are bared to you.
And sure. Maybe it’s wrong. Maybe you’ve taken things too far. Maybe what’s important is that you don’t fucking care. You want her. She wants you.
You kiss her shoulder. Then her breasts. You’re painstakingly gentle with each, placing gentle kisses on each mound, your hands rubbing her waist in circles. She arches her back, her breath catching in a delightful little gasp.
“More,” she asks cutely.
You swear you’ll protect her till the day you die. You use your thumbs first, introduce them to the sides of her breasts. It’s a formal greeting, letting her feel the warmth of your touch as you draw the curves of her chest before you start applying any pressure.
Her fingers find your hair, moaning as your tongue paints her sensitive skin, glides over her nipples.
“Oh fuck,” you hear. You grin inwardly.
You rub her peaks against your tongue, rub the surrounding flesh with your fingers. They feel good in your hands, good as they always would. That’s the exercise here.
Eunchae shudders, her elbows squeezed to her side like it tickles, her fingers clenching on open air.
“Mmnn!”
“Love you, babe. So much.”
You kiss her lips again. Your fingers brush over her rubbery nubs firmly, insistently, a metronomic motion.
“God yes,” she says, smiling with her eyes.
Below her shirt, she has shorts on, denim booty shorts, previously concealed beneath her oversized tee. Your hands are already slightly edging downwards, and the only thing that stops you is a sudden giggle from above.
“What?” You say, confused.
Eunchae reaches for her own chest, gently squeezing and humming softly. “You look so stupid going to take my pants off while you’re crying.”
You laugh, and she joins in. “Doofus, you’re crying too.”
“Fuck,” she says, grinning as she does so. Then her hands come down to help. One firm push from her, mixed with one sharp tug from you, and everything else falls off of her.
“Damn, beautiful.”
Eunchae laughs, meaning to pull you back up to her, but you’re already snaking your way down below, till your knees are off the bed and on the floor.
“Not wasting time, are we?” She says idly, propped up on one elbow, the other tossing her hand back behind her.
“All we do is waste time,” you reply, pulling her legs apart without another word.
Her pussy, soft, inviting, looking like it can’t fit more than a couple fingers in there. They shine with arousal, and you don’t need to look up to know she’s slightly flushed.
You take the same approach you did with her tits, rubbing gently into the flesh of her thighs, and pressing loving kisses to either side till she nearly kicks you from her giggles.
“You don’t have to be shy, you know.”
“Funny,” you reply, “coming from you.”
You plunge your tongue between her legs.
Eunchae gasps, her eyes widening as it hits her all at once. You go deep, plunging into the depths of her core while making her sure her legs go still.
You lap gently. Take what’s coating your tongue and go around her outer lips first, give both sides equal attention before you spread them again, drinking from the pool between them.
Eunchae shudders, throwing her head back, an unexpectedly low tone passing from between her lips.
You press down on your tongue, using your head for added effect to apply more pressure, letting her feel the heat of your own tongue.
“Shit!”
“Mmm, yum,” you reply.
Eunchae clamps a hand over her mouth, her eyes all wide, doing a remarkable job and concealing her pleasured groans even as your gentle laps against her pussy turns to lashes.
“Now who’s being the shy one?” you tease, gathering spit on your tongue as additional lubricant and letting it fall lewdly between her legs.
“Shut up. This is… different.”
You cock an eyebrow. “Different? What, does it feel like you’re being watched?”
“I don’t know, maybe, yeah.”
“Like you need to care about giving a fuck. Just keep your eyes on me. And you know I like it when you voice your enjoyment.”
“Fine, jeez, it’s embarrassing, you know,” Eunchae says. You don’t reply, already leaning forward for a second helping.
This time, a couple of your fingers work to pull her further apart, because the truth is, she’s tight. She always has been, and maybe always will be. You rub a finger between the slit, because you know it’s better when she has time to get used to it. And you know she loves it when you take your time with her.
And you haven’t even gotten to the button poking out from beneath her hood yet.
“Ah!” Eunchae cries when you seize it by the lips, legs shaking.
“God, you eat pussy like you’re famished.”
“Only yours,” you reply, pressing another gentle kiss to her thigh, giving her but a moment’s respite. “And like you’d blame me.”
A chuckle is her response, one that’s cut off as you really start to go for it, apply full strokes the way you’ve learned she enjoys.
She enjoys everything really, anything beneath your touch. But you’ve worked hard to know what really gets her going.
“Don’t cramp on me now,” you warn, because it’s happened before.
“Ah! That- guh, that’ll be later.”
It’d be better if it was never, because it really does get in the way sometimes. But occasionally that’s how it is.
Eunchae locks her feet together behind your head, sinking back against the sheets, arms spread wide. You glance up, able to observe her heavy breathing, her chest heaving as she tosses her head left, then right like she’s having a bad dream.
She decorates the room with her soft cries, her tone a blend of rich timbre and youthful charm. Your hands keep her legs well apart, fingers almost drumming a pattern into her skin.
“Fuck, that feels really good,” Eunchae confesses.
Her hips start to move in time with your tongue, bucking back and forth gently till she hits a particular spot and lets out a shattered moan.
“Right here?” You ask, redirecting yourself to find that spot you brushed by moments earlier.
The increase in amplitude of her voice gives you the answer.
“Oh my fucking-,” Eunchae buries her mouth into her elbow, “please don’t stop. I think I might cum.”
“I won’t stop, baby,” you say, your fingers replacing your tongue whenever you speak. Add one, let her feel the intensity. “I’ll keep going, right here, okay? Till you let go for me.”
You lower your head again, and all conversations stops. Just the soft sounds of you sucking on wet flesh and the louder sounds of what it’s doing to her entire body.
“Hnn- oh, oh,” Eunchae snaps her hips suddenly, like she managed to find even more than what she asked for.
“Oh shit, oh fuck. That’s really good.”
You almost scoff. As if she hates the word.
And the one thing about her is that she doesn’t lie. When she gets going, starts reaching her peak, it’s obvious. It comes in the slight tremble in her legs. Inconsistent at first, little twitches, her toes curling against one another, then more persistently, like a soft electrical hum.
“I’m going to cum soon,” Eunchae says, like you can’t feel it beneath the vibrations of her skin.
You continue your efforts. You don’t speed up, just keep giving it to her at this exact pace, the one that she’s into today, till it’s almost robotic. You don’t speed up, but you don’t slow either, and to Eunchae, it feels like a consistent, growing build up she can’t tug away from.
“Fucking g-mmmhmmph,” Eunchae hums, borderline painfully. Almost there. You will your tongue to continue, no matter how tired it may be.
Her voice comes out in vibrato.
“Fuck! Fuuu-uu-uuu-uu-ck!”
And it’s because her body does too. Her whole body shakes, convulses uncontrollably. You guess orgasms give some people electrical shocks, because her hips twitch and buck powerfully at incredible space, and yeah, you’ve seen this before, but it’s not like the scene isn’t amazing and incredibly hot each and every time.
Eunchae whimpers like she’s afraid, a long and deep orgasm that rocks her entire body, overstimulates every single nerve.
You hold her through it, closing your eyes and letting yourself hear her, hear how well you’ve done her, feel as wetness splashes against your chin.
You hold her till she stops shaking, fingers rubbing into her thighs, easing the muscles. She always gets like this. You pray, no cramps today, please.
Eunchae takes a few moments to gasp for air, a delirious, nonsensical laugh bubbling from between her lips.
“How was that?” You say, fishing for compliments.
It takes a couple of seconds for Eunchae to prop herself back up to look at you. Her eyes are wide, unfocused, her nostrils flared and jaw slightly open.
“You know our makeup sex is the best.”
You snigger, reaching up to pinch her cheeks. It’s still slightly cool from her faded tears. She slaps your hand playfully, scrunching her nose.
“You’re adorable,” you say, and she laughs.
“Come here, you sack of potatoes.”
You pull her towards you, just as your legs clamber back on the bed. Her legs stay splayed open on either side of you.
“Let’s get you out of these, hmm?” Eunchae’s fingers move your pants, almost gently singing a tune as she undoes them.
You watch her for a few good moments, lost in the way she looks, the way happiness evident in every fiber of her being brings a calmness to your heart as well.
You don’t know how you’d deny or ever leave her.
Eunchae seems to notice that she’s the only one actually doing anything, and she gives you that curious look, frowning and for a moment it seems like she’s going to berate you about leaving your laundry hanging about again. You help her hurriedly, shimmying out of your pants.
“Want a blowjob?” She asks, palming your length in her grip. The couple strokes that follow are wholly unnecessary, and only really serve to show how big you are in her hands.
You shake your head. “We have other days for that.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
No idea. You scoop your hands under her, under her sides, gently flipping her like a pancake. She makes a motion to raise her hips. You push them back down gently.
“Stay,” you say softly, slowly pulling her legs apart, lowering yourself till she can feel the heat of your pelvis above and behind her.
“This is cute.”
“Really, cute?” You say, slowly guiding yourself to her entrance. She’s beyond wet.
“Ye-ah!”
You push your hips forward, pressing delicately with each inch. Eunchae’s feet rub gently against the bedsheets, her voice hitching as her body grows to accept you.
It’s slow. She’s tight, but she’s also incredibly wet, so her body kind of tells you when you can sink fully.
“You good?” You ask breathily, your hands shaking against the bed. She feels indescribably good. Soft.
“Yeah,” Eunchae huffs, and the both of you hold onto your breaths as you thrust the last inch into her.
“There we go,” you gasp, feeling way too much at once. You can even discern her own heartbeat as your body drops over hers.
You press a kiss on her shoulder blades, and she rubs the back of your arms gently.
“God, fuck me,” she murmurs.
“Getting to it,” you mutter, frowning. She’s still somehow impatient.
The two of you shift till your hips are comfortably aligned. And then you lift your hips and slowly draw yourself from her warmth.
“There we go,” Eunchae says with a slight hiss, “that’s it.”
Plap!
Her perky derrière claps against your pelvis as it drops.
Plap. Plap! Plap!
“Nngh, fuck,” Eunchae groans, her head falling to the sheets already.
“This might be too much for you,” you say.
“Shut up. Prick with a big dick.”
You laugh. That’s a new one.
The pace gets easy. Eunchae lies comfortably, prone, simply making sure her hips are up at the correct angle to make things easier for you. You focus on hilting on each stroke, controlling your energy and making sure each thrust is even.
But in no time at all, she’s bucking her hips back up as well, meeting you back. And it helps. Feels great, too.
“Mmm, fuck, I really don’t know how I could possibly get away from this.”
“Yeah, it’d be your loss. People do say I have a magic penis.”
Eunchae snorts, and, like she didn’t learn her lesson, it’s cut off again by her need to moan.
“What’s with this position anyway?”
“You don’t like it?”
“No, it’s good. mmm... Just curious. You shy?”
Plap!
You roll your eyes. “Yeah, maybe it’s because sometimes you’re too pretty and it hurts to look at you.”
“Bullshit!” Eunchae calls immediately, but then her expression turns serious. “Wait, seriously?”
You press a kiss to her ear; You press another to her cheek.
“Don’t let it get to your head,” you whisper, before you start amping up your thrusts.
And you don’t see it, but Eunchae has a childish grin. And maybe it’s that kid competitiveness in her, but the harder and faster you start to thrust down, the harder her hips seem to rise up to meet yours.
Plap! Plap!
“Fuck,” you groan, tilting your head back. She’s gripping onto you so tight. Your head is swimming. The two of you could melt an ice pack with your shared body heat.
“So good.”
“Yeah? Liking it?”
“Mhmm!”
“Need something more?”
“No, this is great, really! Oh! Just, don’t act like I’ll break, mmkay? You’re gentler than usual today.”
Curious.
“Mmm, just let me know,” you mutter, refocusing your attention on making sure she gets it good. You press another kiss to her cheek, her hair tickling your nose, allowing you to catch a whiff of her pleasant ocean shampoo.
With surprising dexterity, Eunchae manages to reach for one of her hair ties laying next to her pillow, scooping her hair back and tying it into a neater ponytail. And it’s between her incessant moans and coos as well.
She tilts her head to the side, catching your gaze. She puckers her lips, and you get the message, meeting her for a couple of kisses. Difficult to get much more than light pecks in, but she doesn’t seem to complain.
You rearrange to kiss her better, and her ass rises up naturally, her knees tucking beneath her.
“This is nicer,” Eunchae says between surprisingly chaste kisses, “you looked like you were trying too hard earlier.”
“Really? Is that an insult to my endurance?”
“You talk too much.”
Eunchae tugs you towards her again, and you can feel her smiling against your lips, and you’re sure she can feel you too.
“Harder, babe. Come on.”
You nod, pumping your hips forward, more used to this more elevated position. Eunchae flicks her ponytail back, straightening her back as your hands come to rest comfortably on her waist.
“Fuck, darling, you feel so good. Seriously. You’re the best.”
“Good that you know that,” Eunchae replies, “now fuck me like you mean it.”
Your fingers dig into her skin, truth be told, you’re still a little scared she’ll break. It’s just something about her in general. You blame it on her squishy cheeks. There’s something about her that sometimes makes you hold back.
But whatever Manchae wants, Manchae gets. So if it’s a good dicking down, you’d be obliged.
The sounds of your hips meeting grows louder, rising to meet Eunchae’s volume. And her words get filthier.
“Oh god, yes! Fuck me! Harder!”
“That’s it,” she growls, “Yes! There!”
You gasp, overtaken by both exhaustion and pleasure. Eunchae doesn’t ever need to try hard to get you there, ever. Her gift, maybe.
“Mmm, fuck, Eun-ah, Chae, shit- babygirl,” your hands find her ass, kneading softly, something to distract you.
But Eunchae has other plans. She reaches behind grabbing a hold of your left hand with her own, and slowly tugs it forwards.
Towards her back, you think at first, or her shoulders, for stability. But no, she brings you all the way to her head, clasping your fingers and pressing them over the back of her skull.
Then the angle between her thighs widens, and she arches her back fully, letting you see this magnificent view of all of her, that descends past her hips.
Her moans become muffled by the sheets. “Please!”
“Fuck.” You press her down, fully, keeping her head pressed to the bed as you ramp up.
“Oh, yes, like that! Just like that!”
“Are you getting close?”
“Mmm! Are you?”
“You know I am.”
“Just hold on a little bit longer, okay? Mmph! You’re fucking me so good right now, it’s driving absolutely crazy. Keep doing that, you crazy bastard. I love it!”
Ah hell. Whatever.
You keep her pinned, your right hand grubbing her waist tightly; guiding the way her hips thrust back onto your cock so you can grind yourself as deeply as you can into her.
And you’re definitely on the right track, because her body twitches with surprising force, and she tries to tile her head back.
You release your grip on her locks, and she turns back to look at you urgently. You feel her trying to shift your weight. You slow, confused.
“I wanna see you when you cum in me.”
Your eyes go wide. But she’s already in motion, and the two of you reposition till she’s flat on her back, legs wide, you pressed, leaned between them.
She presses her hips up against you insistently, and it’s muscle memory that gets you fucking her again.
“Yes, I’m gonna cum!”
Yeah, you can feel that. Her legs are trembling again.
“Babygirl–”
“Cum with me! Cum with me, cum with me cum with me!”
Pleasure suddenly spikes throughout your whole body.
“Oh fuck, baby, wait–
“Fuck meee… Cumming!”
“Oh fuck!”
You groan, firing off first. It’s a complete crashing wave, one that knocks you off your metaphorical feet, till you’re dumping and groaning and simply gasping at how much it all is, suddenly spilling and shooting and feeling that it’ll never stop.
Eunchae’s a couple beats behind, her legs quivering and shaking with enough strength to rock the both of you as she shrieks, her hands twisted dangerously tight around your arms. Both your moans reverberate, and your eyes nearly bug out of your skull.
With her full-body convulsions, it’s a completely unbelievable and incredible sensation on your member, and it wrings dry any possible remnants you could have.
It actually takes you a couple minutes to process what happened. You nearly ripped your cock out of her from the amount of sudden, concentrated pleasure. Sure, make up sex has always been awesome? But that?
Eunchae murmurs gently, incoherently, her eyes still firmly shut. She’s tugging at you gently, trying to get you over her, and once you regain your senses you let her, the two of you collapsing in a post sex coma.
“Holy shit,” you murmur. “That was…”
“Nnmm, uh..uh huh.”
“Baby–”
“Yeah.”
You’d laugh if you weren’t gasping for air.
After another five minutes, when the hammering in both chests have stopped, Eunchae presses a kiss to your cheek. You jerk your head up, having already nearly fallen asleep.
She gives you another kiss on your lips, then rolls onto her side. You slide into that natural spot behind her, spooning you both.
“Covers.”
You tug the sheets and toss them over the both of you.
“I’m gonna pull out,” you murmur.
“Fuck it.”
You smile against her back.
“You’re crazy.”
“Mhm. Night, babe.”
“Night.”
You help to turn off the lights, then settle back into your spot. Everything feels right, just like it always has. The way you cuddle behind her, it’s like it has always been.
Except. Something nags at you, and it takes you a moment to figure out what’s up.
“Babygirl.”
“Yeah?” Eunchae asks a heartbeat later.
“You thinking?”
“...yeah.”
“About what?”
Eunchae doesn’t reply.
“... Is it about whether anything changed?”
A sniffle.
“Hey,” you say, reaching over. You cup her cheeks. They are damp. You sigh.
“I know. God dammit. I know.”
“It’s the same,” Eunchae murmurs, like it is heartbreak.
“Is it? Is it another loop, baby? Is it not working for you?”
“No, I mean… no. It…”
“What?”
You feel Eunchae shuffle in her position. “We’re improving. We are. You didn’t even dump your laundry in the right basket at first. Now you’re doing it for me. I don’t know how you feel, but I feel like every time, we get a little closer. Closer to that perfect thing we both want, the perfect day we can both wake up to.”
You feel fuzzy. “Then why the tears?”
“Because I don’t know if we’re healing fast enough. What if it takes too long to get there. What if the guilt gets to you? What if one of us gets chased out?”
A pause. You rub her cheeks gently, trying to rid her tears with damp fingers. You don’t know, honestly.
“Then fuck it. What matters is our here and now. And that we tried. I won’t run away from it. If I go down, I go down swinging. You’re what matters.”
“Do you believe that?”
You lie back down, your hand still protectively wrapped around her waist.
“I do. Because nothing’s worth it if I don’t.”
After a while, Eunchae’s breathing turns regular, smooth. You said something that mattered, something true. And it must have comforted her. And even as you sink into sleep, sink deeper into the confirmation that yeah, you know what, you believe in what you said. What does anything else mean in the grand scheme of things? Does anything matter more than the warm body next to you?
The real question is:
Did any of it matter?
Because what else is any of this? Besides video tapes that are only evidence to two?
____
You’re pretty sure you’ve told your knees to stop shaking three times already. And still, they wouldn’t listen.
You rub your hands together. It’s not even that cold yet. Some of the fleece on your jacket must have peeled off. The insulation feels like shit today. Your eyes scan the campus garden furtively, making sure that none of your friends are in the vicinity. You have to be undercover today, or you’ll never hear the end of it.
“Hey.”
Ah crap. You swallow slowly, turning your head to look at her. Hong Eunchae, hair done up in a ponytail, with those bangs that have become her signature.
“Hey.”
“You look like a wreck. Did one of the profs assign a surprise test or what?”
“No,” you chuckle weakly, “that’s not it. But I’m sure you can guess what’s really up.”
Eunchae tilts her head to the sky for a moment, slowly walking over and dropping her bag on the seat next to yours.
“Yes, considering everyone’s eyes on campus will be on you from this day onward, I guess you’d be nervous.”
“Thanks for the sympathy.”
Eunchae laughs. “I mean, what were you expecting? You had the balls to come up to me to ask me out, you’d better have the balls to become the talk of the school for the next few weeks.”
“For the foreseeable future, more like. I can already imagine Yunjin’s instagram post. Comp Eng Loser tries to steal my bestie? I’m gonna smoke his ass.”
“Oh, Yunjin already knows.”
“What?” You freeze.
“Eh, you’ll be alright.”
“You do realise that the both of us have no idea if this is going to work, right?”
“All the more reason for you to not screw this up, then.”
“...Fantastic.”
____
“Emmchhe!”
Eunchae doubles over, her hands clutching her belly.
You pull the ice cream cone off your face, looking positively furious.
“Are you kidding me?”
“You look like Anpanman!”
“Oh it’s funny to you, is it?” You growl, rubbing the strawberry ice cream on your flushed cheekbones. “Seriously? Ice cream slap? This cone cost fourteen bucks!”
“Worth it!” Eunchae sings, throwing you finger guns.
“You!” You snarl, swiping at her face with the cone. Eunchae shrieks.
“Ah! You got it on me!”
A long streak of red slices across Eunchae’s features from lip to jaw, like a really bad nosebleed.
“Deserved. I’m taking a photo.”
“Hey!”
Eunchae’s fingers clamp around the hand reaching into your pocket, halting it. You roll your eyes.
“Fine. I won’t. Let go of me.”
“I don’t trust you! Haha!”
You sigh, watching as the ice cream starts to melt on her soft features. Without thinking, your free hand comes up to start wiping it off. Eunchae’s eyes widen for a moment. Then she giggles. Laughs. Her hands release your own, and she comes up to tap at your cheeks, like she’s checking if the damage has really been done.
You laugh too. Goddammit.
____
“It’s peaceful here,” Eunchae mutters, leaning her head against your shoulders. It’s nice and cool, the perfect temperature to come to the river. Eunchae was right in dragging your lazy ass over. “I thought it’d be busy, but it’s like everyone knows to keep things quiet and nice.”
“Yeah, it’s nice. But your jjapageti is getting cold.”
“Mmm… feed me.”
“You’re such a baby,” You sigh, but you do it anyway. Eunchae giggles, clapping happily.
“Delicious!”
“Yeah yeah,” you smile. Your hand reaches for the fried chicken next. “Try this.”
Eunchae makes an appealing crunch. She hums in joy, her whole body swaying at the taste. You laugh. It’s ridiculous. She even bobs her head.
“You better feed me next.”
“I don’t wanna!”
“Brat.”
___
“So I’m going first?”
“Prepare to have your mind blown, Miss Hong. This dish is about to be so good, it’ll give you an out-of-body orgasm.”
“Pervert!”
“What? It happens in Food Wars! This is culinary expertise here!”
“Sure, sure. But the plating looks kind of simple, don’t you think?”
“Blasphemy! How dare you insult my skills. It’s art. A Michelin recipe!”
“Michelin, eh? You know the tire company-”
“Yeah, yeah, just get on with it. I cannot wait to see the look on your bedazzled face when you try my bamboozling bokkeumbap.”
“Alright, Chef Ramsay. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You watch intently as she scoops up a spoon of rice.
“Get the kimchi! That’s the best part!”
“Jeez, let me eat in peace, will you?”
The food enters her mouth. She chews. Bites. There’s a nice sounding crunch of kimchi. Her face is stoic. You watch with baited breath.
Then she frowns, squeezing her eyes shut and cringing.
“It’s salty!”
“Bullshit!” You leap to your feet, offended beyond belief. You were a goddamn magician in the kitchen earlier!
“It really is!”
“This is biased judgement. Malfeasance!”
“Settle down, boy who cried wolf. I rate it a five out of ten.”
Your jaw slams into the ground. “A five? Where are my boyfriend pity points?”
“Already included. Two of them, in fact.”
You feel like tossing the frying pan at her. Your hands vanish into your hair. This is outrage!
“Try mine.”
“No! This isn’t fair. We need an unbiased judge! I’ll call the neighbours over.”
“Scared you’ll lose?”
Your eye twitches.
“Yeah right. If mine’s a five, yours is not even surpassing a three.”
“Spoon to the plate, dipshit.”
“I can’t wait to puke all over you.”
“Ew!”
You take your seat. Scoop up a plate of suspiciously orange looking bokkeumbap. So what if her egg is fluffier than yours? The rice is the real deal breaker here. Eunchae watches you like she already knows she’s won. What an egotist.
You send it to your mouth confidently. Yeah right, there’s no way she’s gonna beat you. She nearly dropped the knife earlier, nearly caused a panicked mess. You can’t wait to spit it back at-
Your face blanks. You stare. Your spoon clatters to the table.
Eunchae shows her pearly whites.
You stare at the plate. Then back at her. Chew.
“That’s not fair!” You roar, slamming your hand down on the table like you need a drink. Eunchae shrieks with glee, climbing out of her seat and doing a celebratory spin.
“This is your mom’s recipe! How the hell am I supposed to beat that!”
“Eat my ass!”
Oh you’ll do that alright. But you’re still fucking mad.
“This was supposed to be an individual competition! No outside help allowed!”
“I cooked it all myself,” Eunchae says matter-of-factly.
“Using other people’s recipe is against the rules!”
“Uh, actually, dipshit, it wasn’t even in the rules. Brains beats brawn, right?”
“Fuck off!” You turn back to the table, shoving another mouthful of her bokkeumbap into your mouth, “Mommy’s girl. Cheater!”
Eunchae laughs, drumming her hands against your back. You continue eating, shovelling the impeccable taste of her mom’s cooking into your goblet, all while ranting about the injustice of society.
“Hey! That’s my lunch! Go back to eating your three out of ten! Asshole!”
____
The cabin shakes slightly beneath your feet, giving both you and Eunchae a slight scare. She looks up at you, sniggering.
“This is safe, right?”
“Yes, you big baby. Now focus on what’s behind you.”
You turn around, watching as the Ferris Wheel starts to ascend, giving you a great view of the Japanese coastline.
“Wow. Blue, blue, and more blue. Stunning.”
“Killjoy,” Eunchae grumbles, taking out her phone to snap a few pictures to send to Chaewon and the girls. You smile, hands in your pockets, one thumbing a thin chain of metal between your fingers.
“Hey, babe?” You say once the two of you are decently up in the air.
“Yeah? Could you bend over, baby? I want to take a pic behind you.”
You’ll ignore making the obvious joke this time.
“Are you enjoying our anniversary celebration?”
“Yeah,” Eunchae nods happily, then tilts her head to the side. “Why?”
“Rate it?”
“Ten out of ten? You brought me to Japan, babe. I think that’s definitely a step up.”
It’s good that she’s loving it and all, but you get a cheeky idea.
“A perfect ten? Okay then. Guess my job here is done.”
Eunchae narrows her eyes. “What is it?”
“Nothing?”
Her eyes drop to the hands in your pockets.
“What’s that? You’ve got something.”
“Is that so? Why don’t you guess? What has Bagginses got in his pocketses?”
Eunchae rolls her eyes. “Show it to me.”
“You’re no fun,” you sigh.
You pull the necklace out from your pocket, grinning as you see her eyes glimmer and her smile widen.
“Oh my god. I could kiss you.”
“Could? You better kiss me. This is worth at least a dozen kisses from my girlfriend. And a blowjob. And buttsex!”
“Freak!” Eunchae’s eyes widen, but her smile is still plastered on. “Give it here!”
“Giveitses?”
“Oh, stop with that. Come on!”
“Come here then!”
Eunchae cheers excitedly as she moves over to your side, giggling as you gingerly put it on for her.
“You lose this, and you’re paying me back with buttsex.”
“Stop!”
You smile at the little glimmer now added to her shine. It’s perfect, like you thought it would be. For a moment, nothing matters. Not the bill, not the time spent, not what’s going to happen next. It’s just you and her. And that indescribable feeling.
“What do you think?”
Eunchae looks down, her eyes similarly in a state of wonder.
“I love it.”
“It? Is that all you really have to say for yourself?”
She giggles, like she doesn’t even care how much she’s rubbing it in.
“Fine. What do you want me to say?”
“You even need me to tell you?” You say, shaking your head in disappointment.
“Come on. Say the three words babe.”
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A/N:
This was done months ago. Endless proofreads, endless changes, always feeling like this fic didn’t say what it needed to say, didn’t do it well enough. Finally posting it is… serene. Finally, I told myself, this is it. Exactly how I want it. My only hope is that it landed for all of you. The meaning. The emotions, the words. I’m reminded why my soul has always been for this, for writing things just like this. Thank you for reaching the end.
“Ms Lee, what pushes you to— uogh– go to the pub all of a sudden?” You sat in the passenger seat beside her as she drove. You’re tipsy and nervous at the same time, and the alcohol starts to hit you. You clenched the seatbelt hard since your vision started to twirl like you’re on a roller coaster ride.
“I heard that there’s a company get-together, so I want to boost everyone’s confidence with my presence.” She told you. “Why did no one invite me? I’m the boss, in fact, I should know it first, right?” She added that she absolutely had no idea how it works.
“Y-you don’t have to.” You can’t tell her that her presence makes them terrified instead. “They’re probably too shy to invite you to a small pub.” You thought of a reason why she won’t get offended.
“If I didn’t come, how do you plan to bring Ms. Baek home?” She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel while she drove, “I did a good job, right?” She glanced at you briefly, lips curled into a satisfied smile.
“Yeah, right.” You found yourself staring at her longer than intended, liking this side of her that’s also new to you. She’s really full of surprises.
“If I’m an ice cream, I’d already melt with that stare of yours.” She caught you staring without taking her eyes off the road.
“Sorry, Ms Lee.” You cleared your throat and sat straight, regaining control all over your tipsy body.
“Come to think of it…” She paused for a second, and you were all ears on what she was about to say, “You can call me Jieun instead if we’re out of work.” She added that her suggestion is kind of absurd, levels beyond reality.
“H-huh? No, no way, I won’t dare to call you by your first name, Ms Lee.” You shook it off instantly. You can’t just call your boss without formality; it’s like calling someone to kill you on the spot, you shouldn’t step out of that boundary.
“Just do it, we’ve been together for five years, treat me as a friend for now since I’ll be your wife–”
“Lee Jieun!” You had to cut her off, gesturing at the back seat, telling her that Jiheon was still there.
“I said call me by my first name… NOT YELL AT ME!” She shouts back, louder than yours. She doesn’t care about whoever's with us.
“S-sorry… Jieun.” You apologized and said her name quietly.
“That’s it.” The car stopped, and the red glow of the traffic light shone on her face. Pretty and elegant, she’s still wearing the clothes from earlier, enough to tell you that she came to the pub from work.
“W-what do you mean?” The beer was still fogging your mind, partly no idea what she meant by her words.
“You just called me Jieun. I like it.” She’s happy, smiling ear to ear, looking at you.
“Okay, Jieun.” You accept your defeat and call her by her name, no hesitation and with sincerity this time around.
“...”
“...”
Your eyes met longer than they should, longer than most of the time.
“Yah! Just tell me if Lee Jieun bosses you around– huehuwhe– I’ll kick her ass for you–” Jiheon’s kicking her feet to the back of your seat and spouting nonsense.
“Aish! Yah– yah! Eat some fabric, it tastes good.” You had to muffle her mouth with your coat to shut her up the moment she mentioned your boss's name.
“...”
Jieun is staring blankly at her and you.
“She’s really drunk! That’s it, she didn't know what she was saying.” You panicked.
You and Jiheon had been hanging out often after work, ranting about the exhausting things that happened every day. She knows how hard Jieun is to you based on your stories, but you’re still adapting to that time, and now you’re fine with it.
“Mhhmm— hmm– Hmmgmpp– nyieun! (Jieun)” She’s speaking through her muffled mouth. If you didn’t silence her at that moment, you might not know what she would say now that the spirit of alcohol took over her body.
“Did she just call me by my name? I let it pass once, not twice! That girl— wow.” Jieun scoffed; she’s angry. That’s the reaction you’ve been expecting when you call her by her first name earlier.
“Let it pass again; she’s just drunk.” You try to calm her.
“The only one who can call me like that is you—”
“Green light.” As you thought of a way to calm her, the red glow turned green.
“Tch.” She had no choice but to drive. She's a well-behaved citizen after all.
Upon seeing her childish side, you thought that calling her by her name was fine. She permitted you to do it, so there’s no complaining about it. Who knows? Maybe you’ll enjoy it in the near future.
She drove Jiheon into her home; apparently, she had already asked her brother, the vice president, to give her Jiheon’s data before we set off.
“Ughhh!” You had a hard time bringing Jiheon up to her apartment. There’s an elevator, but it's still a long walk since her unit’s at the very far end, what an inconvenience.
“Just drag her by her collar, hand, or hair? Anywhere.” Jieun is walking slowly with her arms crossed, clearly has no intention of helping at all.
“Hair? Seriously? And besides, I don't want to do that. I’ll look like I’m dragging a dead body at that point.” You’ll look like a murderer dragging a ragdoll across the hallway.
“Your choice.” She sighed; you could notice her boredom.
After a few more walks, you're finally in front of her apartment unit. It’s locked, of course, but the key’s with you since it happened to be a smart lock.
“Jiheon-ah…” You momentarily dropped her on the cold flooring since your arms were already numb and sore carrying her ever since she’s wasted.
“You two must be really close, calling her Jiheon and not Ms Baek— hey! Then why did you refuse to call me Jieun!?” Your boss poked you with the tip of her heel.
“It’s not like that, okay? You’re my boss, and she’s a secretary just like me; we’re in the same field, so it makes perfect sense we’re close.” You playfully slapped her toes, and she stepped back.
“Fine, whatever. Hurry up.” Her patience isn’t good either.
“Jiheon-ah… let me– ughh– God, she’s really heavy.” You used all the energy left in you to help her stand up.
“Let me borrow your thumb for a minute.” You gently asked for her permission to use her fingerprint on her door lock. Jieun watched you carefully; you could feel her eyes behind you, observing.
“Hmwuehe–” She giggled and spoke, but inaudibly. Good thing to know she’s still responsive and playful.
“What?” You tried to decipher her message, only to be laughed at by Jieun; her laugh was strangely irritating.
“Stop laughing like a villain.” You said to her while asking Jiheon for permission.
“Your coat.” Jieun still had her arms crossed, still looking around to ease her boredom, and kept laughing at the scene.
“Oh, right.” You forgot you muffled her mouth to prevent her from spilling tea about everything you said about Jieun.
“Jiheon-ah, can we use your—” You asked her one more time, for some reason, you don’t want to barge into her house without any consent.
“Hurry up, it’s late. Someone might see us.” Jieun is making it look like you're abducting someone.
Come to think of it, you entered the apartment carrying an unconscious woman with a coat wrapped around her mouth beside a CEO who is so cold enough to look like a mafia boss.
You really did look like kidnappers.
“Ms Lee— Jieun, stop saying that. We’re looking like we’re really abducting her.” Gesturing to her to even lower her voice.
“Then we’re a bunch of idiot bad guys, asking our victim for consent to use her fingerprint to unlock the door.” Her eyes shift in annoyance.
“It’s up to you… If we’re mistaken as a bad person, you’re the one who’s the boss.” Teasing her that she might be the first to be in trouble instead of an underling like you.
“But I’m your boss… hurry up before I order you to finish her up—” She kicked the floor in boredom.
“I said stop that.” She’s behaving way differently than she used to be.
“Fine.” She said, and that’s it.
“Jiheon-ah, let me…” You held Jiheon straight and used her thumb for verification.
The smart lock recognized her fingerprint, and the door opened. As you slipped through the door, Jiheon’s body swayed.
Thud!
“AAWWuoH!” Her head knocked on the door jamb.
“Oh shit, sorry… I’m so sorry…” You felt really sorry; it sounds like it hurts. She still has the whole Sunday to treat her swollen bump.
“Poor door jamb.” You heard Jieun’s mutter and shot a glare at her. “I’ll poke your eyes, hurry up.” She saw you, and that made your heart jump in fear for a second.
“You’re not helping– uoghh.” Jiheon slid down, so you pulled her up once more, slowly walking inside.
“I’m not helping someone who called me by my name without my consent.” She walked behind you and turned the lights on for you.
After a slow walk that felt like days worth of gym.
“Arghh— she’s damn heavy.” You dropped Jiheon onto her sofa; you didn’t even dare bring her to her bed to respect her privacy.
“Are you still at it? She’s drunk; please just spare her.” You fixed your clothes, took a deep breath, and prepared to leave.
“Okay, okay, I get it.” She followed you behind as she closed the door.
Walking back to her car, you offered to drive her home since you had already sobered up. But she responds with a scolding and insists on driving for you. Reasoning that you still drink, the alcohol won’t pass in just an hour or two.
The ride went smoothly, no traffic, and she stopped in a bright place, too bright that it’s impossible to be your apartment.
“Why are we here? Do you want something to eat?” You looked outside, it’s a convenience store.
“No, buy some coffee for yourself, decaf.” She handed over her card, a sleek black one that screams power and royalty. The golden embossed design and her company’s logo are too much.
“...”
“What? I don’t have cash.” She shook the card, asking you to take it.
“No, I’ll use mine.” You stepped out of the car and bought everything you needed. All you bought was an energy drink, menthol candy, and menthol patches. No coffee.
While she drove you back to your home, you realized how far she is from you. Funny how she is still insisting on marrying you.
“...”
“We’re here.” The car stopped with a quiet screech of the brakes.
“Thank you, Jieun. A few more hours and the sun will rise again. You should go back now.” You stepped out of the car and inhaled the familiar cold breeze near your home.
It’s already late at night, and establishments around your apartment building have had their lights shut off. It’s quiet; the streets are already in their deep sleep.
“Take your rest; tomorrow’s Sunday, so you can sleep more.” She stepped out of the car as well, walking towards you.
“You won’t call me, right? No more night calls for tonight?”
“Why? You want me to?” She chuckled, “Just tell me, I could stay for tonight and have a talk with you.”
“...”
Her smile was a slow poison, spreading through every corner of your body. You’re aware of how dangerous she was, but this time, she exudes a different kind of danger. Your heart beat faster as your eyes met with hers.
“Hmm.” Her chuckle breaks the tension between you.
“Uhh…” You didn’t know what to say and just started looking around.
“...”
“So, do you want me to stay?” She took a step forward, her eyes shining while waiting for your answer. She leaned closer, little by little, until you could make out the fine details of her face. Her breath touches you, and enough to make you blush.
“I–” If she could hear your heartbeat, you’re done.
You did not want to assume, but you felt like she was playing with you. You felt like a moth, slowly drawn toward her flame.
“...”
She stopped, her eyes playfully looked around, she does that whenever she’s flustered,
“Uhmm– never mind, you said that the sun will rise soon. Take a rest.” She took a step back and turned around. You can see her hand checking her face before turning back to face you.
“...”
Silence, you just kept staring at her.
“Wait, really? Do you want me to stay for the night?” She blinked in confusion,
“Huh?” You snapped from your deep thoughts.
“I know I asked you for marriage, but isn’t it too fast—” Now she took it the wrong way, and way too far. “Are you really that… still…” She added, fanning herself with her hands.
“You know the marriage is contractual, right? So doing it…” She added that, before you can even defend yourself, she even bit her lip while acting flustered.
“No, it’s not like that! Stop it… I think I’m still tipsy.” You shook your head. You should regain the secretarial composure you always wore. This isn’t like you, but she isn’t herself either!
“I know, so rest.” She let out a laugh, and you joined her as well.
“Thank you again, Jieun. Have a nice night.” You bowed; you can call her by her name, but you’ll still have to treat her as your boss.
“Good night.”
You slowly raised your head.
She said it again; it genuinely came from her without teasing, mocking, and joke,
Her words gave warmth to you in the cold night. The moth in you is starting to fly near her fire, but she did not hurt you; instead, you could feel that she shared her fire on your cold heart.
“Good night.” You respond.
Both of you shared a smile, the cold breeze turned into warmth, and every word coming from both of you in that moment was full of affection and sincerity.
You watched her car disappear in the streets before entering your apartment, the stars lighting up the dark sky, and the silence now hugs you with comfort. You wanted to rest, and you thought you would definitely have a deep sleep after what had just happened.
As you recall what happened in a week, you can’t help but to anticipate what’s coming next while still being worried.
There’s been a lot of first times in the past few days; this moment might be your favorite.
As you walked to your workplace, you came across an unusually large number of utility staff nearby. There are eyes glued to you as well, as if you did something wrong early in the morning, though all you did was walk.
Upon arriving, you saw the reason for their looks. Your workspace was being cleared out.
“Is it because I turned her down?” The question that instantly popped up inside your mind the moment you saw what’s happening.
“Where’s my computer? W-wait! Why are you taking my desk away?” One of the utility staff is cleaning your table and picking up all of your files.
“Hey! Be careful, that’s essential! Don’t— put that down… Seriously, what are you guys doing!? Is Ms Lee even aware of this?” You start to wonder if she’s going to fire you just because of that rejection.
“Uhh, we—” The utility you asked hesitated to respond.
“Yes, I’m well aware.” Ms Lee suddenly popped out of her office, a blank expression over her usual beautiful face.
“Then…” The utility staff hurried past, carefully carrying your desk and files into Ms. Lee's office.
"Careful," she reminded them. "Those documents are important... just like him." She lightly turned her body to give way to the utility staff, moving your desk inside her office. They nodded nervously before excusing themselves.
You get it now, she’s planning to keep you inside her office, inside her territory, like a house pet.
“Ms. Lee, I suppose there’s a legitimate reason for your actions. May I know what this is all about?” As a professional, you remain calm and are willing to hear her reasons. Whatever it was, as long as it’s valid, you’ll not oppose it.
“I’ve read somewhere that secretaries work better if they’re closer to their boss... You’re my secretary, and I’m your boss.” She looks proud while explaining it, crossing her arms confidently.
“That’s not enough, Ms Lee, you can’t just—” You stopped when the utility staff excused themselves, they’re done moving your desk in, everything. “Thank you.” The men worked hard early in the morning, were definitely scared as well, so they deserved a thank you.
“Thank you! And you.” She thanked the utilities by obeying her orders. The icy CEO just thanked them, and that made them even more shaken. Then she pointed at you. “Come in.” She added, gesturing to you to follow her.
“So… how do you like your new area?” Crazy, not the place, but her. She’s crazy, you thought.
“With all due respect, Ms. Lee, that's hardly a professional justification; our workspaces are close enough.” You gestured at the floor-to-ceiling glass window, “We’re just a wall away from each other.” You added, and you’re being rational, hoping she’ll consider it.
“Exactly. Now there’s no wall between us.” She clasps her hands, smiles mischievously as if it’s the brightest idea she's ever thought of, brighter than when she acquired billions in one month. “Don’t worry about adjusting. Sooner or later, you’ll get used to being around me.” She added.
“I’m not worried about anything, it’s just…” Right, what’s the reason why you’re complaining? Is it really because you feel like she’s putting you inside a cage? You’ll actually accept anything she does if this happened to you a year ago.
“Hmm?” She’s waiting for you to continue.
“Ms. Lee—” You think thoroughly for a reason…
“And actually, when you already adapt to being near me, who knows? Maybe you’ll sign the marriage papers yourself.” She took a step closer to you.
That's the main reason, her marriage proposal. It didn’t exist years ago; it just came into existence yesterday morning, right here at her office.
“Ms Lee, still.” You insist.
She’s actually right for some reason. She’s right that there’s no visible wall between you and her right now. However, there’s still a nonexistent status wall in the middle, she’s still your boss, and you’re her secretary.
But, come to think of it, if she’s saying that it’ll help you work better…
“Ms Lee, you said earlier that I’ll work better if I’m closer to you, right? Are you saying that I’m not doing my job properly? Sorry if you feel like I’m lacking. But, I’ll move my desk back outside your office.” You regained your composure, fixed your coat, and walked to the nearest intercom.
“You know that’s not what I mean, right?” She followed you with her eyes, furiously.
“Yes, I know really well what you meant, I’m just using it as an excuse to move back where I belong.” You smiled before calling the utility staff to move your belongings back, “Hello, Ms Lee changed her mind, move my workstation back to where it was supposed to be, thank you.” Even using her name to expedite the process.
“Tch. You don’t get it. This is where you belong, right here.” She opened her arms as if asking for a hug with her scary smile.
She might squeeze you to death if you took her bait… but she’s cute as hell.
“Seriously, Ms Lee. What’s gotten into you?” You almost laughed. Since when did her terrifying behavior start looking cute? If you don’t know her very well, you could’ve jumped to her arms already.
“Is it not working?” She tilts her head, pouting.
Now it looks forced; you want it more natural.
“Not a chance.” You said straightforwardly.
“Okay, the first move did not work.” She pulled out her phone and suddenly read something in a low voice.
“Some of these tips on how to make a man fall in love with you may work better for you than others… the second tip is…”
“Sighed. What are you even reading? And most importantly, why?” You tried to peek at her phone, but she quickly moved it away.
“No, you can’t see it. All of it might turn out useless if you see it, you should be surprised like today.” She playfully went scrolling through her phone, hiding the screen from your curious eyes.
“Ms Lee, I’ve been in constant surprise ever since that night when you said good night to me.” You said. She squinted her eyes upon hearing it, and her lips curled slowly.
“...”
“I–uhhh.” You instantly wonder if there’s something wrong with what you just said.
“You liked it.” It’s not a question; it’s a statement coming from her.
“W-what? No–” Did she take it the wrong way? By the way she is acting right now, she definitely did.
“Then I’ll call you every night.” She wore this convinced smile upon realizing it. Knowing her really well, she’ll really call you every night and then.
Will it be tiring? Absolutely. Imagine working for her in the morning and talking to her on the phone at night? She already put a leash on you.
“Ms Lee, that’s not what I mean—” You wanted to prevent those unwanted late-night calls since night’s the only time you get a rest.
“Yes, I know what you mean, I’m just using it as an excuse to stay close to you even out of work.” She said, somehow it felt familiar.
“W-wait— did you just use the same reasoning I did earlier?” You chuckled. She’s unbelievable.
“You did it first, I just copied it. I admit it's effective.” She chuckled as well, and right after it, the utility staff came in to take your desk back.
The room’s filled with silence as both of you watched them bring your things back to where it came from. They’re sweating wildly, probably due to nervousness and early hard work. After a few minutes, the utility staff left.
“Looks like we should get things back to normal.” You fixed your coat once more.
“Good morning, Ms Lee.” You didn’t have the chance to greet her earlier since your morning started with an unusual ruckus.
“Sighed. Fine, good morning.” She walked back to her desk, and her heels echoed on the marble flooring.
“Smile, you have a lot of work today.” You pulled your phone out and looked through her schedule for the day.
“Hmm, as usual.” She smiled and rested her back on her seat.
You started rolling out her schedule, it’s a jam-packed day for her and you. You accompanied her, of course. Meetings after meetings, different clients, and business proposals. It’s the life you and she had. What happened earlier is a rare occurrence, but you can feel there’s still a lot of that up ahead for you.
*****
The next day, the sun is happily brightening up the streets of Seoul. You got a nice ride under the nice weather, while your eyes are in a deep, restless state. And somehow, that bright sun reminds you of someone… better not to think of her since everything she does is trouble.
As you entered the company’s building, workers and staff greeted you politely, and you greeted them back as usual. They know you very well, the doom’s secretary.
“Good morning, Ms…” You greet the staff behind the reception counter, waving with a friendly smile while your hands swaying side by side like cooked vegetables.
“She’s not in yet.” She smiled back and delivered you the good news, but you had had enough of her.
Most of the time, she’ll drive herself to the office. So you always check the reception hall if she came earlier than you, so you can prepare yourself for what’s coming.
“Got it, thanks.” You waved once again, for goodbye this time, as you took the elevator all the way up to the 72nd floor, where your workplace and office were.
The first thing you do upon arriving is to check your workplace. You're thankful that your desk was still outside her office, as it should be.
“Did she give up already? Hmm, weird… after bugging me last night– never mind, it’s fine this way.” You thought she would insist on bringing it inside her domain once again, leashing you close to her. She can do it overnight if she wants to.
“Sighed.” You took a deep breath.
For only ten minutes at work, early morning, and yet you’re already exhausted. It’s not something new to you, but lately, everything has become extra special.
You took a seat, stretched a little, before preparing things she’ll be needing for the day.
“...”
“Huh?” Your smelling senses got blessed by a musky, floral scent. It's a familiar scent from a girl you knew, the same girl you thought of when seeing the bright sky.
“Good morning! Is Ms Lee already at her office?” A lively woman greets you, tapping your desk for attention. Her smile alone brightens up the day: Ms. Baek Jiheon, Secretary to the Vice President.
“Did you take a bath of perfume?” You looked up, you did not answer her question, and threw your own question instead.
“Why? Do I reek?” She dropped the files she was holding at your table and pulled her coat into her nose, sniffing it.
“Simply, yes.” She always uses that perfume, Diptyque’s Fleur de Peau, as you recall. So whenever you smelled it, you knew she was near. You can proudly say that you can smell trouble.
“It’s better to reek with perfume than alcohol, right?” She pouts and picks up her files, “So, is Ms Lee in?” She added, asking the question you did not answer earlier.
“Not yet.” But no matter how bright her smile is, your day was still gloomy.
“Okay, thanks!” She’s energetic as always, what a contrast to your everyday life.
After Jiheon left, silence swallowed you once again. You wanted to rest.
The main reason for your early drainage was due to your late-night interview, not with some news agencies, but with your boss. She called you at midnight and started asking questions that weren’t in your resume.
She asked about your favorite food, favorite color, what coat color you prefer, and many more. You also heard a clicking sound of a pen; she was probably writing down everything you said. You were on a phone call the entire night until the sun peeked out.
“I thought she’d call for a simple good night, but we stayed up all night.” You looked at the mirror at your desk and noticed how screwed you are.
“I should file for overtime.” You fixed your hair and went to wash your face.
The morning went on a blur, calls and paperwork kept you busy as it always does. Before lunch, she called you through your intercom.
You entered her office, and she’s too busy to face you. All you heard was her mouse clicking endlessly.
“You called me, Ms Lee?” You stood in front of her desk, hands clamped in front, waiting for her orders.
“Oh, you're there. Get the car ready, we’ll eat lunch together.” She’s not taking her eyes away from her desktop screen.
You wait for more; there might be something bigger than that.
A little bit more,
And that’s it?
“Hmm? What? Do you need something?” She noticed that you were still standing there like a mannequin.
“Ms. Lee, is that it?” You’re expecting more, calling you to her office just to say that. She could’ve just said it through the intercom.
“Yes, is there any problem?” She finally looked at you.
“None, but Ms. Lee, I have a packed lunch.” You did your best to cook it earlier, even though you're restless. You didn’t even mind the burnt sausage you got when you subtly took a nap in your kitchenette.
“Eat it at home, so for now, eat lunch with me.” She smiled before going back to her desktop.
“It seems like you’re really busy. How about you finish that one, and I’ll just order food for you.” It’s actually a nice way to have my packed lunch as well.
“No, thanks. This can wait.” She happily resumed clicking. The terror, Ms Lee, is happily doing work? You already know that something’s wrong.
You squint your eyes full of suspicion. You took a peek at what’s keeping her busy, and yet she insisted it can wait; that’s not like her.
“Tips…” There’s a spreadsheet open, schedules, numbers, and a lot of text—
“Yah!” She yelled when she saw your actions and instantly tilted her monitor. “Get the car.” She sounds mad, but she looks more flustered for you.
“Y-yes, I’ll get the car ready.” You bowed before leaving her office.
On your way to the parking lot, you thought about how things had changed in just a few days. You could feel the lightness in your conversations, the way her calmness outweighs her anger, and those pretty smiles—
“No.” You shook those thoughts again; everything must remain professional.
*****
The place isn’t crowded, perfectly placed round tables all over, and a highly ornate interior. Fine dining for lunch? Fine, you’re with your boss after all.
“How is it?” She watched you chew the tender steak, perfectly grilled and seasoned. Still smoking hot, fresh off the grill.
“It’s great, well-cooked, as expected.” You wiped off your lips with a napkin, observing etiquette before answering.
“I’m glad you liked it.” She’s happy upon hearing it. “Let’s eat here again tomorrow, then we’ll have Japanese cuisine the next day, and Italian—” Her excitement is uncontainable when she reveals her plan for the next few days.
“Ms. Lee.” You simply called her.
“Hmm?”
“Sorry, but I had to decline. I apologize if this may sound rude to you, but I want to keep my lunch time to myself; it’s the only vacant time I have at my work.” You tried to explain it to her as politely as you could, not to sound rude to her.
“Okay.” Her expression flattened; she’s probably offended. However, it’s your right, you believe.
“...”
“...”
Both of you eat while harmonious classical music plays in the background.
“If you marry me, I’ll extend your lunch time. You can eat with me, and you can have extra time at the office. What do you think?” She added another clause in her contract in an instant.
“Kgh– W-what? Ms Lee–” You almost spit out chewed meat in front of her upon hearing it. You even stuttered at her sudden proposal.
“Just kidding, but I’ll probably add it for real; I’ll be considerate.” She winked at you before returning to her meal, hiding a small smile behind another bite of steak.
“Seriously.” You laughed and resumed eating as well. You’re glad she wasn’t really offended regarding your free time; in fact, she got an absurd addition to her proposal instead.
“Hmm, respect his boundaries, check. Have a heartfelt lunch with him, check.” She checked her phone while you were eating. Is it the same spreadsheet she was working on earlier?
She’s cute—
“No.” You shook it again, shaking your head multiple times. There’s this sudden thought that you shouldn’t exist.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay? I thought you liked it?” She stopped scrolling and threw a barrage of questions at you.
“It’s nothing.” You stuffed your mouth with a chunk of meat, showing that you love the meal. In response, she cutely smiled at your actions.
The meal is great, the conversations you’ve had are nice, and honestly, the best lunch you've ever had for a while, but still, you prefer to spend your time by yourself. You drove her back to the building.
“Then, I’ll be one call away if you need something, Ms Lee.” You said before slipping through your workspace.
“Here.” She nodded, but before she went back to her office, she dropped something on your desk. It came out of nowhere; it was probably resting inside her handbag from the very beginning.
“Ms. Lee?” You looked at the letter and at her.
“I– uhh, tip number 4.” She hurriedly went inside her office and closed the door.
Did God really decide to watch something fun and pick you as his entertainment? If he does, you bet he's entertained by how much expression you showed in just a day.
It’s just because your boss is full of surprises.
And now, she has even left a letter at your desk. There’s no doubt about what’s even on it. The letter’s full of hearts, arrows, and kiss marks.
“Aish.” You rapidly picked whatever your hand reached— it’s a folder, and put it on top of the letter. The folder’s big enough to hide it completely below, perfect.
“No one has seen it, right?” You muttered, hoping you concealed it on time; it’s a disaster if someone saw it, especially if it’s from her.
“Seen what?”
“Oh my god! uhh— Jiheon!?” Your heart nearly stopped beating, and you also heard an imaginary thunderstruck.
Did your smelling senses not work this time? Is it malfunctioning? How come you didn’t sense her?
“Jiheon!?” She raised a brow, a voice, and a hand. She’s ready to hit you; she must have forgotten that both of you are still at work.
“Uhh, sorry, Ms Baek.” You were too shocked that you forgot the formalities for a moment; you’re still at work, better remember it. “You’re here for Ms. Lee? She’s inside; you may come in.” You added and gestured for her to enter the door.
“Yes, thanks. By the way, are you free later? Let’s catch up, others said they’re stressed out and want a little drink.” She posed a soju shot, like the one you saw on the posters.
“Aren’t we all stressed out?” You noted.
“Exactly, see ya’ later!” She entered your boss's office without hearing your response.
“I– uhhh.” You hesitated for a moment. “Wait, I’m free, but why am I hesitating?” Something is holding you back, and you don’t know what it is.
“Whatever, I guess it’s time for me to have some fun.” You put her letter into your desk drawer and went back to work.
*****
“Cheers!”
A glass full of beer, clinking together the roars of exhausted office workers, including you. You sat at the edge of the long wooden table, your co-workers ranting about the hardships they feel. Beside you sat the always energetic Jiheon.
“Oh? Is it empty? Drink!” She kept pouring beer into your glass, she was watching you empty it from time to time, and kept pouring more.
“Yeah.” Of course, you keep chugging it.
It’s been a long time since you got to join these kinds of nights, drinking like crazy since tomorrow’s Sunday.
“...”
“Is Ms Lee that hard on you?” There she goes again, the drunk Jiheon you never saw for a while.
“No, she’s just being her usual self.” You took a sip of your beer as if it were a coffee.
“Kghh– My poor best friend… uogh–” As you thought, Jiheon’s already at her limit, and yet she kept drinking.
“Aish! Don’t you ever throw up on me. Again.” You placed a finger on her forehead, keeping her head high.
“No, I’m– uoghh—” She just smiled at you for a second before she stopped herself from throwing up.
“Seriously.” You looked away to hide a grin. She’s unbelievable. The professional Ms. Baek in the office is a contrast to a drunken master like her right now.
As you looked around, it looked like Jiheon wasn’t the only one wasted. The accounting manager had her head stuck on the table, snoring. Others even sneaked out, and some are taking a smoke outside for a break.
“I’ll go now. Hey, do you have a driver already?” You nudged Jiheon, who’s swaying beside you, humming to an imaginary song.
“Driver? N– supersonic–.” She puffed her cheeks slightly, already drunk to hide her childish side and even start dancing to whatever song it was.
“Seriously? You’re really drunk, are you?” After drinking, now your job is to babysit a childish workmate.
“No… I’m not…” She insists, there’s a little laugh in between her words.
“How many?” You showed your hand, two fingers raised, two.
“Fuck you, too.” She shoved your hands away; she’s drunk, definitely.
“You can’t drive in that state.” You thought of driving her home, “I had drinks as well…” You think of a way to bring her home safely, though you can’t drive her home since you’re tipsy as well.
“...”
“I’ll take both of you home.”
“Thank you.” You respond, gathering your bag and Jiheon’s.
“...”
That woman who suddenly speaks behind you, her voice is so familiar, the voice that kept you awake last night.
“Huh? MS. LEE!?”
You turn around and confirm your guess. It’s her, your boss, Lee Jieun.
“What’s my schedule for today?” Your boss asked you.
Standing at the window, looking down the busy streets of Seoul. Together with her, you’re at the highest point of the building she owns.
“At 10 am, there was a preliminary meeting about the new museum proposal in room 304. At 12 pm, you’ll have lunch with the leading Italian brand owners. At 2 pm, you’ll have a board meeting regarding the newly appointed executives for the existing foundations in room 407. At 3—” You answered, standing politely behind her, meters away.
“Cancel all of it.” She ordered you, as her secretary.
“Uhh, but—” You can’t just cancel it the same day; all of it was essential for the company.
“I have somewhere to go.” She turned to face you. Her fierce look alone tells you that you should follow her orders, or else you’ll be caught up in her annoyance.
“Yes, ma’am.” You bowed, bracing yourself for a thunderous rage of executives you’ll have a word with.
“...”
You bowed your head and were about to leave her office. But, a few more steps before the door, she speaks.
“You’re coming with me, drive for me.”
“Y-yes?” You turn around once more, and your eyes meet hers this time. Something’s telling you there’s another reason behind her eyes.
“My parents want to meet me.” She said, staring at you.
“I understood.” You already knew what she meant and took another bow to excuse yourself.
Thud.
“What do her parents want from her this time?” You muttered, then proceeded your way back to your desk.
Your boss, named Lee Ji-eun, doesn't want anyone to call her that way anymore; however, she has no choice but to embrace it if she wants to succeed. She despised her family, and the “Lee” in her name, but for money and power, she wouldn't mind it.
She’s cold, charismatic, and meticulous. She wanted everything to be as perfect as possible. She didn't believe in mistakes, but instead blamed carelessness. Thankfully, you survived all of that and learned to adapt.
You worked for her for five years, and you learned how things worked from your workplace, to your duties as her secretary, and now even how your boss and her family fight for the company and shares. You just saw it in dramas, but after working for her, you just realized that all of it was possible and happening in real life.
The moment she told you earlier that her parents wanted to meet you, you instantly got what she meant by bringing you with her.
She needed someone to listen to whatever she said.
With no other person beside her, except you as her secretary, she’ll lean on you.
Well… it didn’t work that well since you had to often listen to her bitching…
“I can’t believe they tried to sneak their slush funds under my name! Those fuckers.”
“I wish you saw the look on Mr. Park’s ugly face.”
“Finally… I had fifty percent of that damn share.”
“...”
“I wonder what kind of story I’ll hear from her later.” You sighed, you’re already exhausted just thinking about how tiring this day might be for you.
Your ears hurt, your eardrums were almost shattered, and your head ached after the executives roared at you through the phone. You get it, they’re mad for cancelling important meetings the same day just because she said it. But they can’t get mad at her since they were scared of her, so they chose to take their anger out on you.
“Oh, Ms. Lee.” You said even though she’s not around.
“Oh shit— teeeeen–” The landline cuts. Her name is like a magic word; it works well for you in tight cases.
“Her name alone scared the shit out of them.” You put down the phone; the last cancellation is done.
“They’re scared of her, acting mighty just because I’m her mere secretary.” Sometimes you thought of resigning, but the pay’s good and the company benefits are top-notch. So you choose to keep it and adapt.
“...”
After a while, her office door opened.
“Hello, Ms. Lee.” You quickly stood up and greeted her.
“Let’s go.” She dropped the car key on your desk and walked away.
“Yes.” You grabbed it together with your stuff and ran through the elevator lobby, taking another lift besides the one she’s facing.
Other employees stopped walking and paid respects by bowing. The tension’s high, and no one dared to stand by her except you.
While she takes her time walking, the other way goes to you. You are running your way to the parking lot; basically, you have to be there before she arrives.
“...”
“Did I run too fast?” You looked at your watch; it’s just five minutes after she told you that you’re leaving.
“Habit.” You chuckled softly and waited for her patiently.
After another couple of minutes, the glass doors slid smoothly, and she appeared. For a second, you stared at her unconsciously. For a second, you forgot to move. Even under parking lot lights, she stood out too much.
“Hmm? Let’s go.” She said after noticing you’re staring at her.
“Huh? Ah, yes.” You opened the door for your boss. Her flowery perfume hits your sense of smell while her smooth skin subtly rubs through your hand, notifying your sense of touch.
You did not think about it; it’s just an accidental contact. Though you can’t deny it’s electrifying for the first time.
However, you are well aware that she’s your boss, a towering wall separates the two of you, a boundary that can’t be surpassed. So, you threw those feelings a long time ago. Those affections and excitement are replaced by admiration.
*****
All you currently hear right now is the low hum of the car’s air conditioning, the sound of the car’s engine, and her breathing.
“Say, how’s working with me?” She’s looking outside, the car’s window reflecting her pretty face perfectly.
“Should I be honest? It’s pretty tense.” You glanced at the rear-view mirror.
“Hmm, you’re actually doing great. You’re not that crybaby anymore.” She turned her head lightly, looking back at you through the mirror.
“Yes, thank you, ma’am.” You can’t help but smile.
“...”
In your first year at work, it’s either she’ll yell at you, or she’ll quietly stop herself from yelling at you. Both of them will end up in endless scolding, all because you messed up. Every minute matters to her; there’s no space for mistakes. As you already stated earlier, she doesn't believe in it because mistakes are caused by carelessness.
Eventually, you physically and mentally gave up. You remember that time when she yelled at you for not informing her of a meeting with a higher-up, and she cursed at you like she owned your soul.
Well, you cursed her back. The way her jaw dropped, speechless, and her brows twitched in anger. You know it’s over.
“Get out.”
You did as she said, leaving her alone and going back to your room. You cried a lot, fearing that you might not just lose your job, but you might even be blacklisted in the entire field. That’s how powerful she is.
The next morning, you got a message from her.
“Prepare the documents.”
You cried again, not because of fear, but from gladness this time around. You’re sleepless and exhausted, reflecting on your actions. She forgave what you did and gave you another chance.
“Why are you smiling? Is there anything to smile at?” She observed through the mirror.
“Uhh, nothing, ma’am.” You snapped, shifting your focus back to driving.
You can’t help but smile every time you remember those days when you were still her rookie secretary.
You arrived at their Manor House. Countless checkpoints and identity verification greet both of you, though it’s a usual thing, especially when it comes to their family. Ms. Lee just sat at the back, crossed arms, expressionless, with her window lightly down just enough for security to have a look at her.
The verification took about ten minutes.
“What a hassle.” She hissed as she stepped out of the car. You held the door open for her.
“Wait here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You bowed.
She walked her way inside their house, two massive doors swinging open into their pivotal hinges.
The door clicked shut, and she disappeared behind it. It’s you and her car once again, sharing the same breeze of the cold night. There are other secretaries as well, but you thought it was better to keep away from them. You served other people; your ideology and beliefs varied as well.
An hour passed, and the door opened once again. The moment you saw her walking her way back to where her car is, you knew something was wrong.
Her icy expression was colder this time, her heavy stomps caused the heels to echo through the marble steps, and her hair swayed left and right with her accelerating walk.
“Let’s go.” She’s not even close, but you hurriedly open the door for her.
You closed it instantly right after she slipped in. You wasted no time as well and got moving.
It’s a quiet and unusual night for you, since she’ll either rant about her parents or she’ll throw tantrums about the company. However, she’s calm and must be in deep thought about something.
You drive her all the way to the penthouse she’s staying at. In contrast with how tight their house security was, all you need to show this time is your ID pass. The barrier instantly opens and lets you in
“Ma’am, we’re here.” You held the door open for her.
Honestly, you can’t count how many times you opened and shut the door for her in a day. It’s a duty, it’s something you must do for her. It’s not a hard thing to do, in fact, so you don’t even bother complaining.
“Thank you. You can go now.” She went her way.
“Have a nice evening, ma’am.” One last bow for your day, and it’s over.
But she suddenly stopped midway and faced you.
“Say, are you… seeing someone right now?” A question that caught you off guard.
“Y-yes?” You stuttered.
“I see.” She nods.
“Huh? I uhh, no. I mean, I’m not seeing someone.” You said before she perceived your wrong answer.
It’s true, you’re not dating someone, you don’t have time for that.
“Really? Hmm, you got the looks, the attitude… though you cursed me once.” She compliments you, another unusual thing for her to do.
“Ma’am, I did— sorry about that, again.” There’s no point in denying it; it looks like what you did to her sticks in her mind like a stamp.
“Go now, it’s getting late.” You bowed once again. This will be your last for the day, hopefully.
As you walked away,
“Good night,” what she said shook you, literally.
“Goo– good night, ma’am.” You wanted to greet her back, but she was already walking away when you turned around.
*****
You kicked your shoes away, stripped off your tacky coat and sleeves, and went straight to your fridge for cold water.
“Ahhh, refreshing.” A glass of cold water in your home after a long, exhausting day of work? Perfect.
“...”
“AGHH! FINALLY!” You let out a relieving scream.
No boss.
No work.
Finally, alone.
“Let’s get it.”
You enjoyed being at your home more than at work, well, everyone does. You had freedom and ample space to move around; there are literally no restrictions.
“Cold enough to chill my bones… It feels like I don't know you anymore…” You sing along with Adam Levine through the speaker you bought a month ago.
It’s a harmony, like a gold and coil, a water and an oil… your singing voice was basically unmelodious. But there’s freedom, so fuck them, you’ll just sing.
“Another egg.” You’re cooking ramyeon, like everybody wants after a long day.
You sit comfortably at your dining area, savoring the flavorful broth of synthetic spices from the noodles; the only food that’s natural there is the egg. Slurping and chomping while your phone rings, trying to call someone.
“Hey, are my dear sisters there?” You asked through your phone when someone finally picked up.
“Oppa! When will you go home?”
“Oppa!”
They’re chaotic as usual. You had two younger sisters, both of whom are currently in college.
“No, I won’t come home,” You said, then put a chunk of radish kimchi inside your already full mouth.
“But we missed you.”
“Right, it’s been so long.”
“We’ll visit you then!”
“Okay, but you both knew that I only had Sundays, right? Better plan it thoroughly.” You slurp ramyeon after it.
“Yes! By the way, oppa…”
“We had an outing next—”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” You assured them of your support.
“Really!? Yes!”
“Oppa’s the best!”
“Okay, where’s mom and dad?” You asked them, looking at the screen, trying to find your parents, but no one was even in sight.
“They’re still at the market, don’t worry, oppa, we’ll pick them up— oh shit!”
“Word.” You almost choked up when your sister swore; you always reminded them not to imitate you.
“Oops, sorry. Oppa, we've got to go. It’s already late, we have to go to mom and dad.”
“Bye, oppa! Love you!”
“Yeah, take care! Love you!” You bid goodbye, and the screen returned to the dial pad.
Then, after a quick call, silence followed.
“Sighed. Better rest early, they’re growing too fast.” You stood up and cleaned up.
While washing dishes, you remember the two of them crawling on the floor when you were still in middle school. Time flew that fast; now they were both in college. As the eldest, you promised to provide for their needs in everything; it’s one of the things you can do to help your parents after raising you.
You cherish them; it’s one of the reasons why you still keep fighting.
Ring! Ring!
“Who is it at this hour?” You wiped your hands dry.
“Huh?” The least expected person you can ever think of is calling you.
“Ms. Lee?” You cleared your throat before answering.
“Hello, Ms. Lee, good evening. What can I do for you?” You instantly return to your secretarial voice.
“Pick me up tomorrow morning, 5 am.” She ends the call after it.
“That’s… early, she could’ve just texted me.” You didn’t have a chance to decline, but rejection wasn’t an option.
Okay, have a nice evening, Ms. Lee.
You replied, at least she knew that you would really pick her up.
“I’d better rest now.”
You tidied up and took your rest after listening to your favorite music for a while.
*****
The next day, the sun hasn’t risen, yet you are already inside her apartment. Standing with your modest posture. After a few minutes, she emerged from her room.
Your eyes widened; you weren’t used to what she was wearing at that moment. A simple white shirt with silk shorts, bare feet, and a messy ponytail.
“Good morning, Ms. Lee.” You bow to show respect and momentarily avoid any inappropriate thoughts.
“Good morning, I’ll just take a shower, feel at home.” She walked past you.
Even just waking up, her scent didn’t change. Her soft steps are barely audible, too.
“Yes, ma’am.” You took a seat on her sofa.
Her shower didn’t take long, and she got dressed up pretty quickly.
While driving, you wonder if she even took breakfast since you noticed that she had just woken up when you arrived.
“Ma’am, did you have breakfast already?” You asked her, taking a glance through your rear-view mirror.
“No, we’re going to eat at my office. I already had it prepared, you’re going to eat with me.” She said while she continued to scroll through her iPad.
“Yes, ma’am.” You went back to driving.
At her office, there are various breakfast meals. There are sandwiches on the side, a variety of juices that are identified by their different colors, and rice meals that can even fill you up for the whole day.
“This is… a lot, Ms. Lee. Is there any occasion? I checked the schedule for today, and it’s surprisingly empty.” You took a seat after she offered it, gesturing for you to sit across her.
“Nothing special, but we’ll have to talk about something later. But first, eat, stuff yourself.” She eats as well.
You actually enjoyed the food, the meats were surprisingly tender for breakfast, the sandwiches had enough filling on them, and the juices were freshly made.
“How is it?” She wiped her mouth with a napkin.
“It’s great, I really enjoyed it. Thank you, Ms. Lee.” You also wiped yours.
Everything’s unusual for you, from her good night to the early morning drive, up to breakfast at her office. All of these strange happenings started when she walked out of their house. Something happened, and it concerns you.
“Will she fire me?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Did I accidentally curse her again?”
Now you think about it, it’s the first time you've been so nervous in the past four years after you fully adapted.
“Ms. Lee, I know this is random, but did I do something wrong?” It’s better to ask her so you can think of an answer right away.
“Hmm, no. Nothing, why? Is it because of this breakfast?” She crossed her legs and sat up straight.
“Uhh, partly yes.” She knew what you were thinking.
“Okay, so now that we’re finished eating.” She reached for her bag and pulled out a folder.
“The reason why I called you early in the morning is that I want you to know how sincere I am. I usually don’t come to work early, you know that, and I am not the type of person who’s entertaining anyone without any business.” She placed the folder onto the center table.
“Business? With me?” You had no idea what business she was talking about; you had nothing to offer except your services.
She gestured for you to take a look at the folder.
You took a look at it.
“This is…” You stuttered.
It’s a blank marriage slip.
“...”
“Someone’s going to get married? Is it your sister? Do you want me to investigate it?” You nodded, it’s easy work for you. You’ve done a lot more than this.
“No! Just— look at it, carefully.” She raised her voice a little.
“Look at— huh?” at the bottom, your name’s written on it. At the top of the groom’s signature overprinted name.
You shuffled through the other pages, and everything tells the same story.
You’re the groom.
You’re going to get married—
“HUH? W-WHY ME? Ms. Lee. What’s this?” You stood up and lost your composure in front of her.
She just looks at you, unamused by your reaction.
“S-sorry, but what is this?” You apologized; you got carried away by your emotions. Who wouldn’t? Someone’s going to get married without their knowledge.
“It’s just a slip. Our name’s the only thing there, no other personal information.” She explains.
“Okay.” You nod.
“And besides, at the very end, there's contact. Read it and sign it if you agree. The contract says we’re going to get married for a year, don’t worry, the pay’s tenfold larger than your salary.” She added.
“Okay. Oh, right here?” You looked at the contract she mentioned.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” You grabbed the pen, which is clipped to the folder.
You were about to sign it…
“...”
“...”
“...”
“HUH?? W-what? Ms. Lee— I—” You stood up once again, and your eyes met hers.
She’s sincere.
“Sit.” She said, gesturing with her finger to the chair.
“Y-yes… but Ms. Lee! What do you mean by “you and I”? Are you serious? What in the world is this?” You got a lot of questions, but that’s the most important thing.
You and she are getting married?
“Yes, for a year. It’s contractual, everything’s on paper, so study it very well. Everything will remain professional; think of it as your work.” She calmly explained it to you as if it were a usual thing.
“Huh? Why? All of a sudden? And Ms. Lee… I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You don’t know what to react, but you feel like all you need to do is reject her proposal.
“It’s a good idea for me. Let me explain it first.” She crossed her arms and shifted her crossed legs under.
“O-okay…” You need to know what kind of insanity this is and why she settled for asking you to marry her.
“Last night, my parents finally decided to look for a successor. My dad laid out the requirements, and the first thing they wished for was someone with a partner, and that disqualifies me at the very beginning. You know that I can prove myself without anyone's help, right? But if this can fasten my acquisition of the whole company, I’ll risk it.” You listened carefully to her explanation.
“I see you worked hard enough to be in this position, Ms. Lee. But I can’t take what you’re offering to me. Please consider that I’m just your secretary and nothing beyond that. Marrying someone like you isn’t something I can handle easily, just like the reports I’ve been doing for the past few years.” You’re already exhausted from your everyday life, and you thought being involved in her personal life was too much for you.
“You’re the only one I can rely on.”
What she said stopped you from doing anything.
It’s another first time, the Ms. Lee you know never said anything like it before.
She never relied on anyone.
“Still, Ms Lee, I’m sorry. I have to decline this time.” You felt bad for rejecting her, but you can’t really just do it.
She might be cold and often scold you for your carefulness, but she’s actually a good person. Those five years have made you realize that.
“My mom, she wants me to inherit everything. She’ll set me up for a contractual marriage if I don’t find one.” She looks through the window, the sun slowly rising.
“I… I’m really sorry, Ms Lee.” Now you feel really bad, since she mentioned her mom.
She can’t go against her; she’ll always follow what her mother wants. The queen of the company. She can’t disobey her, yet, until she takes over all of it. That’s what she always told you.
Upon realizing it, she really trusts you, telling you her plans when you are alone. She knows that you won’t ditch her, and now, offering you a marriage contract is like business.
“Really? Just like what I thought. Think about it thoroughly. I trust you, remember that. Help me— no, I’ll make you help me no matter what.” She turned to you and smiled.
The early morning sun brightened up her face; now you can see it, her pretty smile. It’s wicked, she must have anticipated you’d reject her.
Your words stuck in your throat.
Come to think of it, you’re at her office, her dungeon, and you’re a mere adventurer in her trap. She planned it, and she can see right through you.
You showed her hesitation with your stuttered words; she’ll use it. You showed her empathy because of her story; she’ll also use it.
She’ll not beg for your help; she’s the boss after all. Instead, she’ll make you say it.
Can’s clinking, box rustling, and winds blowing. Just another random sound for a random guy like you, but you’re used to it.
You’re at a ruined convenience store near the skirts of Gangnam, and there’s no one around you. Shelves lay overturned. Blood had long since turned black on the tiled floor. Outside, abandoned cars clogged the road beneath Gangnam's silent skyline.
Why?
Because an apocalypse ridded all of them, not just them, the whole world got rocked by a sudden zombie apocalypse.
“Shit, expired.” You took a can of apple juice from a sealed box.
“But I guess it’s better to poop than to die of hunger.” You took it anyway.
You’re still alive even though your survival instincts are somehow worse than a sunfish's. Let’s say you’re lucky. Extremely lucky, to the point that you haven’t been chased once by those zombies. You’ve used your battle royale skills, camp.
“Is there anything here that’s useful?” You looked around, but were still aware not to cause any noise that may attract those lifeless monsters.
But you learned how to adapt to this dangerous world. As you roam around and look for something to eat.
You’re carrying a Remington 870 as a main.
That’s… what you always saw in movies and games. You’re not an expert; you’re just relying on what you saw, read, and played.
You figured shotguns work better at close range since you noticed those zombies are, thankfully, somewhat slow; you don't have to shoot at them if you can outrun them. Slugs are easier to find as well as ammunition stores rather than complex rifle bullets, based on your experience when you find your armory.
Along with the shotgun, you’re carrying a pair of Glock-19s on both sides of your vest. They’re light and high-capacity, making them perfect for emergency switches rather than reloading your Remington midway through a fight.
“Wooh… ha– nothing?” You took a deep breath before entering the back storage of the store. It’s dark and dusty, and somehow it reminds you of a game where the main character first encounters a zombie in the same back storage.
You carefully looked for something useful, your heart racing as you wished no one would suddenly pop out of nowhere.
“I hate this.” You grabbed the ESEE-4 knife from your left thigh, the only weapon that wouldn't echo through the store.
You wanted to keep it quiet for some reason, so using your Glock and Remington is not your first option. It’s also better to reserve some ammo.
You took a careful step, one after another, with the knife in your right hand while the other held a heavy-duty flashlight.
“Fuck.” A rotting smell hit your senses, something that could make anyone puke.
“...”
“S-s-shit.” You cursed, quietly as you could.
What you saw terrifies you, enough to send chills down your entire body.
“Rahhgh—” Two zombies are feasting on a ruptured body. They kept crunching the corpse's limbs.
“...”
You've got to run.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
You accidentally knocked a can from a shelf when you took a step back, and what is worse is that it caught the zombie's attention.
“Shit, m-m-move!” You want to run, but your legs don’t cooperate.
The actual thing is a hundred times scarier than games and movies. This is where being inexperienced will cost you.
You haven’t been chased by them, and now they will.
“RAHHHH!”
“GRAAHHH!”
The two zombies shout the moment they see you, but their appearance added something to the horror; both of them were old and toothless!!
“AHHHHHH!!!” You shout as well, screw the sneaky tactics.
The panic got you as you kicked repeatedly, trying to re-ignite your survival skills.
As you kept wiggling, the zombies stood up and came to you… limping? Those motherfucking zombies are injured and assisting one another to walk.
This is your time to shine and fight— but the knife slips from your hand,
“AHHHH!! DON’T FUCKING EAT ME! YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED YOUR MEAL YET!” You point at the corpse they’re feasting on earlier.
“...”
To your surprise, they look at where you point.
“...”
“RAAHHH!!” There they went again, limping together as they were distracted for a moment.
“AHHHH!!” You scream in sync with them.
Clumsily, you reached for the Glocks resting on your vest and aimed them at them.
“Rest well, zombies.” You pulled the trigger.
Click.
“Huuhh?”
“Waahh?”
Click. Click.
“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!?” Your Glocks are unloaded.
Your fear overrides your mind to the point that you forget that all your guns are unloaded. The reason why? It’s because you’re a scaredy cat and a novice with gun handling that you’re scared it might accidentally pop while it’s on your back or inside your vest.
“Rahh–ahhh! UGH!” One of the zombies tripped, and it brought the other zombie down. Two zombies are down in a single slip.
The first zombie fell and got her head pierced by a poking metal pole; that’s instant death.
But one more remains, and it’s close.
So near, it bit you on your ankle!
“AHHHH!”
“...”
“Huh?”
There’s nothing, not even pain.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” You kicked its face, too strong, it broke its fragile neck.
“No! I’m turning! I’m turning— huh? Not even a scratch–”
“RAHHh!” The last zombie is still alive, and looking at you, the landscape.
There, you realize the reason that saved you, as you already know, those fucking zombies are toothless!
“FUCKING— ZOMBIE!” You picked up your knife and stabbed it through its head, killing it.
“Haaa… haa….” You can’t believe what just happened; you got lucky all over again.
You looked at them, the two old toothless zombies.
“So that’s why they’re feasting on a rotten corpse… since they can't chew something fresh.” You gather your remaining strength to stand up.
You decided not to pick up your knife since it grossed you out, but before moving back, you decisively loaded all your guns just in case there’s more.
“Gramps, sorry, but if you need to know, I’m one of the respectful kids at our block.” You felt sorry for the two; it’s not their will to turn; they’re just victims like anyone else.
You regained your composure, fixing your gear and putting more focus on your fighting spirit. The same thing shouldn’t happen again, or else luck won’t save you anymore.
You exhaled——
“Fuck! That rotten corpse— let’s get out of here.” Exhaling deeply is not a good idea,
You rest your afternoon looking for food, scavenging the ruined convenience store for luck. After you gather enough food for a week, you put it in your shopping cart. Using a car may have caught their attention, so you choose a quieter option, though you need to be fast or else you’ll be a food yourself.
“One more hour and the sun will set; I'd better hurry.” You muttered.
After securing the ties and ropes in your cart, you sprayed a lubricant on its caster wheels for smooth and quiet operation.
“All set, let’s go.” You pushed it, carefully but faster.
You’re still three kilometers away from your hideout. The convenience store near your place is already flipped upside down, you have already swept everything usual around there, so you have no choice but to search farther than you used to.
“Haa…. haa…” Pushing a cart three kilometers away is a very exhausting activity, not to mention the weight of the food.
“Shit… but it’s already halfway, another half coming.” You use your own words to push yourself, encouraging survival.
You pushed endlessly, weaving through the blocks of broken cars. The distance is not the only concern right now, but also the sun. The streets are far scarier at night; it’s dark and hopeless.
Unlike zombie games you played, where scenarios occurred during the apocalypse, the actual world is set a few months after it. So no more burning cars which give light, no more electricity to keep the street running automatically, and no more working batteries.
“Finally, the hide—” Hope shines over you the moment you see the house you’re staying at.
“UOOGHHH!” A noise coming out of nowhere— no, it was near, behind you!
“W-w-what the!?” Instinctively, you pushed your cart faster.
Stomp. Stomp.
“S-s-shit!” Your heart beats faster.
The way you heard it, it must be something massive.
Stomp. Stomp.
You ran and ran, a few more meters away. Every step you take, every stomp you hear.
“ARGHGH!!” You tripped, for godsake; the timing’s not really agreeing with you well.
“RAHHHH!”
“AWAHHHH!”
You heard zombies this time, and the noise caught their attention as you expected.
“Run!” Your feet crisscrossed as you tried to push your cart with you.
You can’t leave your cart; you’ll die of hunger instead.
“FUCK!”
You kept pushing, twenty meters away.
“SHIT! SHIT!”
Ten meters away.
“RAHHHHHH!”
“BRAAHHH!”
Five meters— too close—
“AHHHGHGH!” You stopped, purposely.
Your hideout’s open.
Your hideout isn’t actually the house, but the basement. There’s a separate entry that is located in the garden. But… It's open.
You remember closing it thoroughly.
“RAAHHH!!”
The zombies are coming; you'd better hide before they’re aware of your presence!
“Shit!” You pushed your cart inside the basement entry, went in, and locked the door from the inside.
“Haa… shit.” The way you rushed inside made a very audible noise.
Whoever is inside your hideout surely hears you.
Chack-chack
You cocked your Remington. You’re not taking that noise issue safety anymore since zombies don’t know how to unlock a door; it’s definitely someone, a human.
“Come out.” You carefully called it out, taking a step, aiming your shotgun straight.
“...”
You ignited the torch that you skilfully crafted, giving the place the much-needed light. It runs on alcohol and gasoline, tailored for longer use than a resource-consuming.
“...”
You kept looking, heart beating fast, while fear started to take over your body.
The basement’s not that big, just hundreds of square meters, enough for three to four rooms for different purposes.
“What the— there’s no one.” Upon looking for the intruder, you found nothing.
Not even a single hair.
“Did it just rob and go away? It must have been looking for something to loot.” You concluded that, because it left the door open, it must have just run away.
“I worried for nothing.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead before moving back to where your cart was.
Clang. Clang.
You’re arranging the stuff you got from your latest looting. Crushed biscuits, hardened chocolates, a bunch of noodles, boxes of water bottles, and expired apple juices. There are also some necessary things you need, such as flashlight batteries and hygiene-related items.
“Noodles… underwear… water—”
Shuck-shick.
That sound- it’s a gun.
“...”
You stopped moving; someone’s behind you, and you knew you were fucked up!
“Haa… w-w-what do you want?” You stuttered and were scared for your life.
You’re not used to fighting zombies, but that doesn’t mean you’re used to fighting humans!
“...”
It wasn’t saying anything; instead, a cold metal brushed your nape.
“WAHHH!! No! Don’t kill me!” That metal is the gun barrel.
You started praying to all the gods you know, praying for your safety but also praying that they’ll accept you into heaven if your life was about to end this night.
“Hmm, why do you sound so scared?” It talked.
It’s a she; she’s a woman!
“W-w-what?” Obviously, you’re scared since there’s a gun pointed at your nape!
“Remington 870… Glock-19… Engineered lighting system and a well-planned looting system… you’re not an ordinary guy, so drop the act and stop playing scared.” She enumerates all the things you did.
She’s observed you before making a move; that’s not normal behaviour.
“Sneaking in a-a-and analyzing someone in just a f-few minutes? You’re not an ordinary girl… so drop the g-gun since I’m really scared!” You’re trembling in fear; you could piss through your pants if this continues.
“...”
“What’s your name?” She calmly asked you.
“M-me? I’m…” You stopped for a moment, thinking thoroughly if she had something to see at your hideout that speaks your real name, but there’s none.
“I’m Leon—” The name of your favorite protagonist.
“Liar.”
Tick.
That soft tick… she just switched the gun’s safety, enough to pump your fear to another level. Is it full auto? Semi? Or single fire? Anyway, a bullet is a bullet; you’ll die for sure.
“OKAY! OKAY! SORRY! I’m F/N! Okay!?” You wonder how the fuck she knew you were lying.
“Okay, it matches the name engraved on your Remington.”
“...”
Your gun, the one that is supposed to save you, almost caused your death!
“Fuck.” You muttered.
“One more thing, are you infected?”
“N-n-no. Thankfully.” Almost- if it wasn’t a toothless zombie earlier, you could’ve turned already.
“...”
“...”
The silence is killing you; it’s torture.
“Okay.” She pulled the gun off, the cold barrel tip left your nape.
You heard a chair scraping the concrete floor; she must’ve taken a seat.
You took it as a go-signal to turn around and face her; fighting is not an option since you figured out she’s skilled; it might only get you killed for real.
“I—uhhh— Wow. Beautiful. Hot. Prett— sorry.” Your words are pure compliments, built for her beauty.
The jet black short hair, refined nose bridge, chiselled jawline to perfection, and gorgeous, sharp eyes. Her beauty is basically telling you to kneel, even though you just saw her for the first time. Her selection of dress is top-notch as well, a single red dress that’s short enough on her upper thighs, elegant.
She looked so royal, no one deserved someone like her—
“Wait… Why the fuck did I think something like that?” You muttered, Her beauty is like a poison; she made you instantly think something you should not be thinking at that moment.
“What?” She crossed her legs, then her arms.
“Nothing.” You walked to the nearest chair beside her.
Should you act friendly? No,
Should you act scared? Maybe, but you should not show her that she had control over you–
“You have water bottles, I guess. I’m thirsty.”
“Yes!” You hurriedly grabbed one of those water bottles you looted earlier.
It’s too late now; she has control over you. The mix of admiration and fear is one you never thought possible.
“...”
You watched her drink, the way her neck moves on every gulp, it makes you thirsty as well.
This is not healthy.
This is not you; it’s… simping.
“Hmm? What?” She noticed you were staring at her,
Outside, rain started to pour.
“W-what's your name?” You’re curious about the name of the dangerous lady in front of you.
“...”
As you thought, she’s not going to say it; she might be like that girl in the same zombie video game. Ada–
“Asa.”
“Huh!?”
“What?”
“Asa… Asa Wong!?” The way her name sounds is like the one who is just in your mind at the same moment.
“Wrong.” She shook her head.
“Asa Wrong?” Close, it’s so close! You’re really excited, what a simp you are.
“No, you idiot.” Even the way she insults you sounds expensive and charming. “I’m Asa, Asa Enami, a Japanese who happened to be here in South Korea when the apocalypse occurred. Now I can’t go back.” She added.
“So, what are you really doing right here?” You wonder if she’s roaming around or looking for another hideout.
“I’m looking for another hideout, and this place… is not it.” She answered with a long pause after scanning your place.
But her answer is almost identical to what you’re thinking, as if she can read your mind. You’re not that dense, even though you almost simp on her. You start to doubt her; she came from Japan, but she can speak Korean like a native? What is she? Is she kind of a spy–
“You have a lot of questions running in your mind, do you?” Asa chuckled, stroking her gun with her delicate fingers.
“I-I do.” You gulped; she might shoot you down if you asked her more questions.
“Don’t be tense. First, I can’t disclose to you what I am doing here in Korea, but I can tell you that it has something to do with the apocalypse.” She switched across her legs— as Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct. “I was tasked to investigate some biological experimentations happening inside South Korea, inside the Umbrell—”
“Umbrella!? I knew there was something fishy about that pharmaceutical company! Copying the company name from a video game, and they said it’s for fun? For fun, my ass! They even built a mini-pharma in front of our school, and since then, there have been lots of weird things going on, like never-ending diseases—”
Asa just quietly watches you with her eyes squinted. She looks mad. Is it because you cut her or because you said something that caught her attention?
“School? Pharma?” She tilts her head from left to right on every word.
“I— uhh…” Did you really say something wrong? You bet you did.
“Interesting.” She stood up and closed the gap between you and her. She’s towering over you since you remained seated. “Come with me. Bring me to where that school and pharma were.” She added, moving past you and walking through the door.
“W-what if I don’t want to?” The risk is too high since it’s quite far, and zombies are lurking around.
“It’s your choice.” She smiled, “You heard that gigantic stomp earlier, right? That monster is not alone; they move in groups… I don’t know if I should tell you this, but okay, someone’s controlling them, and we need to find it out, and who knows? We may put an end to all of this.” She continued.
“We?” You’re involved in it the moment you meet her; it’s unavoidable.
It took time for you to process. It sounds absurd, but it’s all possible: a zombie apocalypse and a company controlling it? Sounds like a video game, but it’s reality.
“Yes, we.” The way she said “We” echoes in your head. If it’s a normal day without zombies, hearing it from a fine lady like her is a dream.
“...”
She chuckled, and that snapped you.
“W-what?”
“Men.” Asa grinned.
“W-what? Listen, as long as I want to help or end this… It’s unrealistic for me to join you. First, you’re trained, and I’m not. Second, I’m scared, and you’re not. There are still a lot more… but all of that is our differences… we’re different.” It’s the reality that’s hard to ignore.
“You’re overthinking, do you think I’ll ask you to come with me just because you know where that school and pharma were?” She crossed her arms and looked at your eyes sincerely, “It’s because I saw potential. Look at this place, do you think other people can do what you did? Engineering a lighting system from scratch, setting up a looting system enough to keep you alive for months, and arming yourself with weapons, I suppose you choose what fits you.” She added.
“I… get it, but other people will definitely think the way I do if it’s for their survival.” You clutched your fist, remembering how you struggled at first, you’re just a hopeless senior student who lost everything and scrambled everywhere for survival.
“I doubt that, if everyone thinks the way you do… they should still be alive, right? But you’re the only one who’s kicking, you know that.” Asa’s words are pure facts.
The way she encourages you is different; she backs her words with facts and information, she’s not just telling you to join her with twisted words.
“So, come with me.” Asa smiled and turned around to face the door.
“Right now?” You blinked multiple times.
“...”
“...”
“No, idiot. Tomorrow. It’s dark, and it’s hard to move.” She got a point. How fucked up your thinking right now.
“Yeah.” You muttered and watched her unlock the door, and opened it.
The way your heart is beating is disturbing; the reason is her dress. The way it slid up on her every step— it’s hypnotizing you to the point you stare at it, and even on her ass.
“Should I encourage you more? Just to make sure you’ll really come.” She stopped her tracks and turned sideways enough to face you.
“Huh?”
“I noticed you kept staring at my legs and ass.” Her smile disappeared and her eyes turned sharp as a blade.
“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to, I… I’m sorry!” You bowed, 90 degrees. You even thought of kneeling at that moment, or should you?
Is it your end?
“Men, seriously.” She sighed, “Stand up.” She ordered.
“Yes!” You straightened up and gave your best to look at her eyes— you couldn’t.
“It’s fine, just stare. I understand how men work, and I can’t blame you. I’m the only woman you've seen since the apocalypse started, right?”
“Y-yes…” You had no idea what she was saying, but it sounds like she’ll keep you alive, and that’s what matters.
“In fact, I said that I’ll encourage you more…”
“Gulped.”
“If you really like my thighs, my ass, my face… me…” She chuckled before continuing, “I might let you hit it.” Asa turned around and started walking away.
“...”
Will she really let you hit it? Her thighs, her as—
“W-w-what do you mean by that!?” You refused to believe it, though your dick started to harden.
“...”
She stopped, again.
“Once all this is done, don’t you think we’re responsible for reviving mankind?”
She left a question and disappeared.
“...”
“We’re populating Korea?” You shook your head, still refusing to believe it.
“RAAHHH!!”
“GRAAHHHH!”
“Oh fuck, zombies!”
You rushed back inside the basement and locked the door.
A lot happened in just a night; there’s a lot of information to process. A spy, a company culprit, and repopulating?
“Does that mean we’ll have to… We’ll have to sex, right?” You and Asa having sex, do you think it’s possible? Or she just said it just to persuade you?
The night is young, so you thought about it.
Somewhere in Seoul.
“Ma’am, whisker, there’s an abnormal movement at one of our entrance bases.” A woman soldier saluted a woman who was standing firm in the middle.
“Where?” The soldier pointed to a remote on the hologram screen, and a geological map appeared.
“Near the school, ma’am.” The soldier zoomed in on the school she was referring to.
“Hmm, send a surveillance team around the area, how’s nemesex?” Whisker decided in an instant; she knew what she was doing, she’s their appointed leader after all.
“She’s sexually active since she detects a strong male hormone up in the land.” The soldier reported.
“A man?”
“Not a zombie, but a man?’
“God, a man…”
The headquarters are filled with murmurs and whispering upon hearing that there’s a man, a real man, and not a lifeless one.
“I see…” Whisker nodded. “How about Winter? And the Redhair sisters?” Whisker asked them.
“Still no idea, ma’am.” Another soldier answered, looking through the hologram screen of information.
“Whisker.” A voice coming from behind Whisker.
Another woman arrived, dressed in a coat and glasses. Slender, tall, and radiates the same tier of beauty as Whisker.
“Wonyoung… What do you want?”
“I just wanted to call you by that name rather than Gawon, nothing special since everyone seems curious about how whisker’s connected to Gawon, you cat.”
“...”
“Ahhh! Ma’am Gawon used to be in MEOVV operatives, and her codename’s whisker—” A soldier in the middle stopped her work and spoke.
Bang!
“Should’ve kept working. Too noisy.” Gawon Whisker killed her without hesitation, punching a hole through her head.
“Brutal, huh. Clean it, it’s gross.” Wonyoung gestured to clean it, and other soldiers complied.
“Anyway, bring me the man, alive.” Gawon/Whisker ordered.
Dark skies, the stars are twinkling, and the wind blows cold. Perfect night for a perfect… wild animal.
“Kghh– Arrgh— E-e-easy– HMPPP!” You’re grunting endlessly; pleading’s not a choice since you got your mouth muffled by soaked panties.
“Quiet! I’m a jockey, and you’re my horse! I’m the one who should be saying those easy, easy words!” Liz kept bouncing on you, wildly.
“A jockey that’ll jack you off whenever I want to~” She added, intensifying her hips rolling.
“Hmpp! Hm– Hmmp!” You are hopelessly groaning.
Is it good? Yes, absolutely. Banging IVE whenever, wherever, and however you want is a lottery. But is it also bad? That’s also a yes, since you’re badly beaten.
“You cumming? No… You can’t.” She stopped bouncing the moment she felt your dick throb inside her, resting her shapely butt on your hips.
“Say, manager-oppa… You felt lucky, right?” Liz leaned down, enough for you to see the details of her pretty doll face. Her eyelashes, tipped nose, and cute dimples are all perfect.
“Hmmmp!” It’s a groan of approval and disapproval at the same time.
You approved that you’re lucky, having Liz ride you and your dick sliding in and out of her fresh pussy? You are surely lucky.
But you disapproved of the way they do it.
As you know, you’re their plaything.
“Why does it feel like you’re disapproving? What? Do you feel unlucky? Oppa, do you really have no idea how many guys drool for me? Some of them even write lewd stories about us.” Her fingers dug into your shoulder; she must have felt insulted.
“Hmm– Hmmpp!” You can’t even defend yourself with her wet panties in your mouth. It’s so damp that you keep gulping every fluid coming from it.
“Oh, sorry.” She pulled it off your mouth.
“No—”
“No!?” She slapped you.
“AWW! It’s not—”
“Not!?” She slapped you on the other side.
“I feel so lucky!” You’re basically forced to say it, but honestly, your first sex with the girls is full of excitement until you find out that they’re just an endless loop of lustful women.
“Really?” She bounced happily, and your dick throbbed inside her as a response.
“But Liz, how did you know your fans were writing lewd stories about you?” You wonder if that’s where they got their sex attitude; reading those stories is unhealthy.
“I read them; Gaeul-unnie introduced them to us. Every time I read it… I felt so horny… Hmmm~” She began to continue pleasuring herself, leaning in closer until her lips landed on yours.
“I heard Wonyoung claimed your mouth?” She said in the middle of the kiss.
“Y-yes… that’s what she said.” You’re curious if the girls even recognize Wonyoung’s claim.
“Silly girl.” Her lips curled up and gave you a peck.
Did she really respect it?
“Tongue out.” She commanded a few seconds later.
Of course, she’ll not respect it. These girls are territorial; they’ll do anything to claim everything they feel like they should own.
Did you refuse her? Of course, no.
“Ahhhh…” You stick your tongue out the same way you did when Wonyoung asked you to stick it out.
“She wants this pink throbbing organ? I wonder why?” She puts her fingers into your mouth and plays with your tongue.
Her perfect, slender fingers are dancing with pink organ perfectly.
“God, it looks really alive.” She pulled your tongue out even more.
“I kept playing with my pussy with these fingers, and yet, your tongue gives different kinds of pleasure.” She leaned in.
She stuck her tongue out and let a spit drop on your tongue. A string of clear bubbly fluids connects your tongue and hers.
“Ahhhnmmp~” In just a few seconds after it, she closed the distance, her nose clashed with yours, then your tongues did the same.
Ropes, ribbons, strings, and now tongues… It's actually possible to tie a knot with it.
“Hmmm~”
For the first time in a while, you enjoy it. It's been a long time since you felt the thrill, and Liz's tongue made it possible. It's slick and slithering movements intertwining with yours in harmony.
“Looks like your baby junior's loving it~” She broke the kiss the moment she felt your dick twitch inside her.
tch inside her.
“Uhhh—hmp!” You can’t even say a word; she won’t let you and will devour your lips in an instant.
“How did Wonyoung claim it?” She trails kisses from your lips up to your ear and whispers.
You thought about that moment and remembered how Wonyoung did it.
“S-she spit… she spit on my mouth.” You muttered, scared of what's running on her dirty mind.
“Spit? That’s disgusting.” Liz giggled as if she didn’t let a drop of her own spit into your mouth earlier.
“Y-yea–”
“How about I piss in your mouth?” The girl in front of you dared to call spitting disgusting, and yet she wants to piss in your mouth.
“MY MOUTH’S NOW YOURS.” You said firmly, hoping it would stop anything weird she was planning to do,
“...”
“...”
“Okay, then it’s mine.” She smiled and straightened up. She began to ground her ass into your hips once again.
“Now, you can cum. Cum anytime and anywhere you want!” She increased her pace; her wetness gave more than enough lubrication you needed since she’s basically an open faucet down there.
Anytime? Anywhere?
“B-but— it’s dangerous!” It really is, especially since it’s unprotected, and they’re active idols—
But there’s no point in thinking about it, and you knew it.
“O-oppa hnng, do you think I didn’t know that you always cum inside the other girls despite being prohibited?” Her eyes narrowed.
“I… Uhh–”
“You cum inside Wonyoung’s ass in the dressing room, then inside Yujin’s pussy in the van the other day, next on Rei’s cunt on the dancing studio, then on Gaeul’s ass—”
“Okay, okay! I’ll cum inside you— ahhhgg.” You cut her out; she doesn't need to enumerate what happened in the span of three days.
Disclaimer: You didn’t want it; they just forced you to do it.
You thrust towards her, meeting her ass halfway, causing a loud smacking sound.
“AHHH! Yes! Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your manly competitive cum.” Liz is rolling her eyes in deep pleasure.
“Shit.” It’s just too much for you.
The princess, modest, and girly idol you used to see is now like a succubus devil that just exists to have sex.
“L-Liz!”
“Yes!”
“AhhHhhHHH!” A perfect harmony of groans and moans.
Then there it is, her what-so-called manly competitive cum erupted inside her the moment your dick head kissed the end of her tunnel. The risk is too high, but it’s finally over; that’s all you wanted.
Burst after burst, you’re filling her up good. It’s too much that you feel your cum hitting her walls and bouncing back to your dick head.
“Ahhh~” She collapses on top of you.
“Pant. pant.” You’re catching your breath, steam coming out every time both of you exhale.
Your sweaty bodies are piled up on one another, with her on top of you.
“Thank you… Oppa.” She whispered directly into your ear and bit it.
After a few minutes of rest, you tidied up and put your clothes back on. While doing it, hungry eyes are watching you, still… hungry and wanting more.
“Oppa, come on… stay in my room tonight.” Liz was half lying on the bed and tapped the space beside her, casually asking you to sleep with her.
“No, in fact… I had to get out of this place.” You’re referring to their dorm, a den of sex hungry animals.
“You’ve never actually slept with someone on us, right? Then let me be the first.” Liz kept bugging you, now her feet reaching your pants and softly tugging them towards the bed.
That’s a fact, you’ve never actually slept with any of them, just sex and dump.
“Behave now.” You slapped her feet away.
Now, Liz's time has finally come to an end.
But, you're still in trouble, because the truth is…
You're inside their dorm, in Liz's room, in fact.
You've got to sneak your way out of her room to avoid any more sessions with the girls. You're already drained, actually, you already came on Liz's face, throat, chest, and tummy before the creampie. Liz has been using you for two hours now.
You lightly turn the door, and you can hear them talking; they're probably in the living room at the moment. That's a good thing since it was a couple of feet away from Liz's room and the main door.
You heard them talking, as expected, it's about you.
“How long will Liz use Oppa?” It's Yujin's voice, the goofy and scary tone that terrorized you since you became their manager.
“That girl definitely reclaimed oppa's mouth.” It's Wonyoung this time; she knew what Liz would do, and she's right about it.
“Wew pweying tewitowal wispwut waw? (We're playing territorial dispute now?) Gulp– I want his dick.” Rei must have her cheeks stuffed with food again.
“Where’s Gaeul-unnie?” Leeseo’s looking for Gaeul; she’s the calmest of them all, and you’re thankful for that.
“...”
You kept peeking, waiting, and hoping they would move soon.
“How long will they wait— SHIT!” Suddenly, an arm popped out of nowhere from behind, the whiteness and smooth, slender arms, it’s Liz.
The battery’s been fully charged.
“W-w-what are you doing!? We’re done!” You tried your best to scold her while maintaining a low volume.
“You stayed… so I bet you want more…” Liz’s fingers find their way to your rod like a magnet; in fact, your rod became hard and metalized unconsciously.
“No– I’m not! I’m waiting for them to leave, okay? So stop— uogh…” She got the wrong idea, so you explained to her before she really took it the wrong way.
However, she began to stroke your dick while you were speaking.
“Look, you’re really hard… quit lying, Oppa. Stay for the night, bang me, I’ll let you ruin my pussy and fill all my holes as much as you like.” She placed her head beside yours and bit your ears softly, like a succubus hunting for its victim.
“I— I should leave.” You’re aware of everything. If you stay, you’ll stay up all night while Liz uses you in her content.
Is it a loss? Definitely not. Come on, Liz and the girls are perfect. They are pretty, sexy, and smoking hot, but they’re hard to contain.
“Leave? Are you sure about that? Oppa, I know you’re aware how many guys fantasize about us, so we can’t understand why you’re being like this.” Liz was poisoning your mind with her seductive words; she even played with her tongue on your ears as she spoke.
“I’m aware… but I just— just wanted to rest, okay?” That’s true, being a manager for an idol group isn’t easy, and now that they’re toy doubles, the difficulty.
“Rest? Then rest in my bed…” Liz turned your body to face her, but in a very inconvenient way,
She just used your dick as a handle; she turned you like a fucking circular rack in a bookstore.
“I doubt that.” You turned your head sideways, avoiding direct eye contact with her.
She’s so damn pretty, she’ll definitely convince you to stay if this thing continues.
“Smart. Since you’ll only get your rest after you cum inside my holes at least twenty times.” She grabbed your head and crashed her lips into you.
She ate you, invading your mouth with her tongue, slipping through your lips, and dancing with your own tongue.
She already had her session, and yet she’s still at it.
“Hnngg~” You moaned through her mouth when she stroked your dick while you both ate each other.
As she kept doing her dirty tricks, you heard the girls talking about something.
“It’s taking forever! I’ll go to the convenience store to grab some ice cream. I’ll just think of it as his dick.” Yujin finally decides to leave, which will leave the other three.
“I’m coming with you, let me get some Popdickle for myself.” Thankfully, Wonyoung decides to go with Yujin.
“Popdickle?” Leeseo questioned Wonyoung, well… it’s the first time you heard that word as well, by the sound of it, it has something to do with a dick.
“I’ll just think of the popsicle as his dick while waiting, I’ll pop it in and out of my lips and—” Wonyoung’s starting to moan like a crazy woman.
“That sounds fun! I want some too!” Leeseo looks like she’ll come with them as well. Now, there’s only Rei left.
“Rei-ya, you’re not coming?” Yujin asked Rei.
“How do I cum if Liz takes forever using him!?” Rei rants with matching cute antics.
“No, not that you duck head! We’ll go to grab some food while waiting.”
“But he’s my food!” Rei threw a pillow through Liz’s door, where you and Liz were standing behind the wooden slab.
“Shit! That’s— UooGHhh yah— stop—” What Rei did shook you, and then Liz put your dick into her mouth, kneeling in front of you, and started bobbing her head in an instant.
“Come on… go away…” The girls had their unique way to surprise you every damn day, so once they’re gone, you’ll crash out of their dorm and rest. Enough of those surprises.
Back in the living room, they’re still talking.
“So, you’re not coming?” Yujin asked Rei once more.
“I will~” Finally, Rei decided to go with them.
“Yes— uoghh– Yah! Liz!” All you have to do now is patiently wait for them to leave before you run out of semen, since Liz is sucking you like crazy.
“Cum… before they leave~” Liz speaks while your dick is stuffed in her mouth.
You heard the girls pass through Liz’s room one by one. Wonyoung’s definitely the first one when you smell her cherry perfume, Yujin’s next, Leeseo and Rei walked together.
“So, where’s Gaeul-unnie for real?” Leeseo asked them, but I never heard their answer since the door shut.
“Uooogh— ten seconds…” They might still be on the same floor, so you'll have to wait for another ten seconds.
But Liz won’t wait for you.
“Cum… Sshuupp– give it to me.” Liz increased her pace; her head rocked like a blur.
“Liz!” She’s way too good for you, and all you ever did was call her name before erupting straight to her throat.
The first shot hits her deep, she purposely takes it as she rests her lips touching your dicks base. You're deep inside her mouth just the way she likes it. She swallowed the first and second shots. She let your dick out for a bit as the third and last shot splashes her tongue, nose, and some even got to her chin.
She’s smiling, what a woman.
“Liz…” She looked so hot when she instinctively lapped the dripping cum from her lips, sweeping it using her tongue.
The modest, polite, and princess-like Liz that everyone idolized is in front of you smiling like a sex craved woman, well, she is.
“Shit– I got to go.” You zip up and don’t even bother cleaning up your dick since she already sucked it clean.
“You’re really sure you’re not staying?” Liz’s still insisting you stay.
“No.” You opened the door, peeked left and right, and as expected, they’re gone.
“Hey Liz, so where’s Gaeul? For real.” You asked her a question before going out since it piqued your curiosity.
“She’s in her room, she’s cleaning, and now she’s probably sleeping.” Liz was wiping off the cum from her nose using her fingers, then sucked it up.
Every time they do it, it looks disgusting, but not disgusting at all, it’s… hard to explain.
“That's… gross. Stop doing that— and Gaeul’s in her room all this time?” You stop yourself from saying things that may annoy them; it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“Why? Don’t you like it? We’re not wasting your baby sperm and letting it dry; we put them inside our bodies instead. And… yeah, I heard she’ll do some cleaning.” She kept sucking, now scooping your cum from her chin.
“Seriously…” You shook your head and left her. You didn’t even bother to close her door.
As you were about to go out, you heard a scream.
“AHHHHHH!!!” It’s from upstairs.
It’s Gaeul.
“Gaeul!” You instantly forget that you had to leave their dorm; instead, you rushed upstairs to check on her.
They may treat you as their toy, but you still care for them. You’re their manager after all.
“Unnie!?” She got out of her room as well, naked, still sweating from your session.
“Liz! Stay there!” You stopped her from following you.
Liz did as you told her, as you disappeared upstairs. You ran, going into Gaeul’s room as quickly as you could.
“Gaeul!” You called her, and there she was outside her room, jumping in fear.
“Oppa! C-c-cockroach!” She’s pointing inside her room.
“Where!? Let me take care of it!” You entered her room and looked for that fucking cockroach.
You looked for the cockroach for a moment, but… there’s nothing.
“Oppa.” Gaeul’s supposed to be crying right now since she looked so scared of that cockroach.
“Gaeul! Wait outside! I’ll take care of that cockroach—”
Locked.
Gaeul locked the door.
“Huh?” The locking sound appears to be more terrifying for some reason than that cockroach.
Come to think of it, you remember it clearly that Liz told you about Gaeul’s cleaning. However, upon looking at that cockroach and scanning her room, there’s no trace of cleaning.
“Gaeul… there’s no cockroach.” You’re too scared to turn around and face her.
“There is… the roach’s missing, though.” Whatever she was saying, you’re too confused to decipher it.
“W-hat? w-where?” You start to sweat heavily.
“There’s no cockroach, there’s only cock.” Gaeul took a light step forward, closing the distance between you and her.
“Gulped.”
“Your cock, oppa.” Gaeul poked your back playfully.
Upon realizing what just happened, you concluded that you’re trapped.
You closed your eyes, regrets flooding your heart and mind. You should’ve left when you had the chance.
Then you heard their dorm’s door open, the girls are back. They’re so loud you can hear them from Gaeul’s room,
“WE’RE BACKKK!” Yujin sounds so loud as always.
“Oh! Liz! Are you done? Where’s oppa? My pussy’s itching!” Wonyoung stomped her foot repeatedly, and it looked like Liz was outside her room.
“Oppa? She’s at Gaeul-unnie’s room.” Liz told them.
“Unnie’s in her room!? All this time?” Leeseo sounds confused; she’s the one who kept looking for Gaeul.
“She said she’s trying something and kept talking about cockroaches.” Rei sounds like she had food again, stuffing her mouth.
“It’s just cock, I swear.” Liz laughed.
After all this time, Liz knew… and yet, she didn’t tell you about those cock, cockroaches, or whatever it was.
But that’s not what really concerns you right now.
The girls are back, and you never know if you’ll ever leave their place.
“...”
“Oppa, you know… we heard some outrageous news from the other day.”
“Oh shit! How come they knew about that thing!?” Your sweat turned into beads as you nervously thought about how the fuck the girls knew about that thing.
That was about transferring.
“What’s with KiiiKiii? We heard you asked for a transfer?” Her arms slipped on both sides of your waist, and her hands find its way to your belt, unbuckling it.
“...”
“Let me tell you this.” She successfully pulled your belt and threw it to the sides. The sound of your belt clinking onto the floor felt like your flag of war slowly getting burned.
“...”
“Oppa, those girls are more energetic than us. I heard Leesol used to scold someone with her deep voice, Haum likes to use her nails to scratch someone’s back since she looks like a cat, Sui’s like Liz and Wonyoung since she’s dick hungry, and Jiyu… I never heard anything from her.” She unbuttoned your pants and unzipped them.
“They’re scary, right?” Gaeul purred behind you.
“Gaeul-ah, you’re scarier than her— no, all of you.” All you want is a stable job, where you work normally and like a usual manager.
“Oppa–”
Gaeul got cut when the girls downstairs suddenly shouted.
“GAEUL-UNNIE! HURRY UP!”
“DON’T MAKE OPPA SLEEP!”
“I CALLED THE OFFICE! THEY’LL CANCEL OUR SCHEDULE TOMORROW!”
“...”
“OKAY! I WON’T LET HIM GO!” Gaeul shouted back at them.
You heard faint claps and giggles downstairs. They’re delighted. Gauel’s words are like sacred testaments for them as they wait for your tentacles.
“Huhhh!? Why would they cancel something just like that!?” You’re their manager, and yet, they bypass you and ask the agency by themselves.
“Because we’re going to use you… tonight, tomorrow, and maybe the day after tomorrow.” Gaeul turned you around and pushed you through her bed.
You fell on her bed, bouncing three times on her high-quality cushion.
Your eyes fell upon her perfect, petite frame, and her fingers began to work their way to undress herself.
“Oppa, the girls are mad and decided to punish you in our own way…” Gaeul stripped her top, discarding it on the side. She didn’t even have any underwear on, and it made it clear that she planned it thoroughly to trap you.
“T-t-that’s why Liz was extra energetic earlier?” You stutter, fearing for what’s coming.
“Yes.” Gaeul, now stripped of her pants, is panty-less as well.
Her nipples and shaved pussy are basically open in the air.
“...”
“So, Oppa, choose. KiiiKiii or us?” Gaeul took a step forward.
The fact that you’re trapped inside their dorm….
They’ll really punish you, that’s for sure. But you'd better think about what to answer, your life depends on it.
However, KiiiKiiii’s not just an option.
Apparently, you also asked for a transfer to an older group, WJSN.
*****
Somewhere in Seoul.
“It’s been a long time since I suck a dick~” Bona’s masturbating inside her van, apparently, she’s waiting for the director’s call since she’s filming a drama.
Somewhere in Busan.
“IVE-sunbaenim manager? Interesting…” Leesol’s playing on a pink oval thing; there’s a line connecting it all the way to her crotch.
The girls are tired of playing by themselves, and you are their answer.
Male Reader x IVE' Ahn Yujin x IVE's Jang Wonyoung
A/N: Written for @dotoliwrites 's Is This Loss? prompt! I wanted to challenge the prompt he gave me and made it into a smut lol. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Prompt: Trolley Problem
Narrative: Hers or your happiness?
“Are you really sure this is necessary?”
Yujin pulls your cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, ropes of stringy spit connecting her lips to your glistening tip.
“Ask your princess why,” Yujin says, spitting a wet glob of saliva onto the head before spreading it slowly down your shaft with languid strokes. “I don’t even know why we are fighting over this.”
“Fuck off,” Wonyoung snaps, leaning in to lick a long, tantalising stripe up your shaft where Yujin’s hand had just been. “You were the one who wanted me to sacrifice myself for everyone, and now you’re painting me black in front of daddy?”
“The only person allowed to paint me is daddy, and it will be white, not black. Right, daddy?” Wonyoung pouts, wrapping her lips around your swollen tip, suckling greedily at the beading nectar oozing out. She swirls the edge of her tongue around the sensitive head while Yujin continues stroking you with her soft, deft hands.
As if it wasn’t obvious enough, both girls are on their knees between your legs as you sit on the couch, passing your cock between them like it holds their entire future.
“The members’ and IVE’s fate are literally in my hands,” Yujin says seriously, pushing Wonyoung’s mouth off your cock. She gives you several full-length, firm strokes from base to tip before leaning in and exhaling hot breath over your wet length, her tongue darting out to taste the fresh arousal that’s leaking from your slit.
“But I really want my opinion to be honoured this time,” Wonyoung counters, pressing her face lower and burying her nose between your heavy balls. She snuggles her nostrils between the heavy sacs, taking in deep, shameless whiffs of your sweaty scent, before sucking one into her warm mouth.
“Haven’t you had enough about yourself already?” Yujin scoffs, latching her lips around the head, forming a tight seal. She inches down your length with a torturous slowness, cheeks hollowing as she applies an agonising suction of impeccable pressure. Her eyes flutter with pleasure as she takes you deeper.
“Fuck… both of you are crazy,” you groan, mesmerised by the sight of being assaulted by two of the best mouths you could never fathom of experiencing. But yet you’re here, watching the Ahn Yujin and the Jang Wonyoung competing so shamelessly — Yujin spreading her copious oral sheen across your length while she takes you deep; Wonyoung guzzling her ropy slime around your balls as she juggles them inside her slutty mouth.
“What about you?” Wonyoung purrs, releasing your balls with a wet pop. “You act like you’re saving the group, but it’s all just an excuse for your own self-interest—” She flicks her tongue across your balls mid-sentence, tracing the circumference of each one in her favourite infinity sign with her tongue, each cycle drawing you into an endless abyss of pleasure.
“You like it when I play with your balls like this daddy?”
“Stop trying to influence him, you slut,” Yujin sneers, resuming her fluid worship of your cock, dragging her tongue across your tip in the elegant curve of a golden ratio. “You like my tongue more right, daddy?” Yujin purrs. Every approximate 1.61 centimetres her tongue travels send a perfect ratio of desire and pleasure coursing through you.
Wonyoung doesn’t back down from Yujin’s taunts. She pushes Yujin aside and dives onto your cock, taking you straight into her tight throat in one smooth motion.
“Fuck princess, your throat is tight like always,” you groan, hips bucking at the sudden heat and constriction. “Only you can take me all the way in.” You thread your fingers into her silky hair, compressing her face flush onto you. She holds herself there, nose pressed against your pelvis, throat rippling beautifully around you as she looks up with determined eyes.
Yujin huffs in annoyances and lowers her head to suck on your balls instead, pulling them into her mouth one by one while Wonyoung continues deepthroating you with wet, gagging sounds. She eventually works her way up your cock, planting her lips on the side of your thick meat, sliding in tandem with Wonyoung as she continues to devour you whole repeatedly.
They fight over you like this for several long, delicious long minutes, lips clashing messily around your shaft, soft moans and complaints mixing together. Yujin eventually yanks Wonyoung off your cock by the hair and immediately swallows you entirely — or at least she tries to — bobbing her head with an aggressive hunger.
“Choose me daddy. I deserve it more.” Yujin pulls off to gasp, flicking her tongue desperately along the underside of your head.
“Yeah right,” Wonyoung growls, glaring at Yujin. “Your pathetic throat can’t even take daddy’s big, fat cock. What makes you think you deserve it?” She grabs onto Yujin’s hair and slams her down onto your length in one hard push.
An explosion of saliva and snot bursts out as Yujin’s eyes water violently, her cheeks turning red from the forceful intrusion. Wonyoung doesn’t relent.
“Look at you, crying so pathetically just because you can’t swallow daddy whole.” Wonyoung pulls Yujin off your cock, allowing her a brief, merciful breath before slamming her back down.
“Don’t. You. Think. You. Need. Some. Assistance?”
Wonyoung uses Yujin’s throat like a personal fleshlight, fucking her head onto your cock with every word, each one breaching her supposed self-induced limits of how far she can take you in.
You’ve never seen Wonyoung this brutal before. Sure, they have always been at odds with each other, but it was always playful and reserved when you three fuck like rabbits. The way Wonyoung is violating Yujin’s throat with your cock right now is nothing like that bratting that she always does.
And Yujin. She’s usually the dominant one taking control, being one up over any arguments with Wonyoung. But today, today she’s just letting it happen, letting Wonyoung scrub and ruin the insides of her throat with your cock, fucking her face onto you like she’s almost craving for it.
“See daddy?” Wonyoung forces Yujin down your length as far as she can go, holding her there while letting the musical notes of depravity fill the entire room. She places her fingers at the gap between Yujin’s stretched lips and your pelvis, measuring the length of her incompetency for you to see. “This is a whole fucking inch that Yujinnie still can’t swallow. How could you ever choose such a failure instead of your precious cock-sucking whore?”
The overwhelming pleasure, their constant bickering, the wet obscene sounds, and the way they keep trying to one-up each other — it’s all driving you insane.
“It’s really hard… I can’t decide like this,” you groan out. “Fuck, why are you even making me decide this? I’m not even part of IVE.”
“Just shut up and decide, daddy.” Wonyoung says, finally loosening her grip on Yujin’s head.
Yujin slides off your cock, her face utterly ruined: snot dripping from her nose, saliva stringing from her chin, mascara mixed with the unending stream of running down her cheeks. Yet her expression is one of euphoric contentment.
“Yeah…” Yujin rasps. “You act like you’re not enjoying my throat around your fat cock.”
“And don’t act like it has nothing to do with you,” Wonyoung frowns. “You’re our daddy. Our happiness doesn’t matter to you? Should we just break up with you then?”
Wonyoung slaps your cock against Yujin’s swollen lips, the sharp smacks cutting off any reply.
“Look at our poor daddy, shaking in pleasure,” Yujin smirks, gathering the saliva hanging from her chin and feeding it back into her mouth. “Can you even last until you actually decide to decide?” She turns to Wonyoung, tilting her chin up with her saliva glossed finger, and the two of them crash into a deep, torrid kiss right in front of you.
Wet smacks fill the air as the two girls consume each other’s lips, still trying to one-up one another even now. Your swollen cock twitches from the lustful sight, its head bobbing slight from anticipation of what’s to come. When they finally separate, their foreheads are pressed together, exhaling their heat of twisted love onto each other. Yujin stares at Wonyoung, then back at you with a dark glint in her eyes.
“Since you can’t choose… then we’ll remove your bias.”
“Prepare yourself, daddy~”
Before you can respond, both girls move at once. They climb onto the couch beside you, sliding off their panties. Working together efficiently like they’ve rehearsed umpteenth times, Yujin ties her black lace panties over your eyes first, then Wonyoung layers her soft pink ones on top, doubling the translucent fabric until the world turns completely black.
You’re completely blind now, every other sense heightened. A moist, warm scent surrounds you, an intoxicating mix of their arousal, desperation, and skin blending to form the ultimate indulgent perfume of lust.
You feel movement. Someone settles between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. Her strong, smooth thighs clamp firmly around your throbbing cock, pressing it tightly between them. She leans back against your chest, resting her head on your shoulder. The heat of her skin is overwhelming, and you can feel the slickness of her pussy hovering just above your shaft as she starts rolling her hips.
“Yujin—”
“Shush.”
There’s no doubt it’s Ahn Yujin on top of you right now, and she’s quickly becoming the bane of your existence.
“Decide based on feeling, daddy,” Yujin whispers hotly into your ear, suckling your earlobe into her sticky mouth. She beings fucking you with her thighs, bouncing atop you with deliberate, powerful drops that slide her soft, meaty flesh up and down your entire length.
The sensation is incredible. Her thighs squeeze perfectly around you while her dripping pussy glides teasingly above your cock, coating the top of your shaft with her wetness on every pass.
Your hands don’t stay idle, snaking up her body to squeeze and knead her small, perky tits. Each grope of her soft flesh makes her moan and curse, each flick of your thumb on her stiff nipples makes her shudder and tremble.
“Daddy’s hands… they feel so good,” Yujin cries out, gripping the backrest on either side of your head as she pumps her powerful thighs up and down your cock. “Can’t you feel my desperation, daddy? The fates of all five of us lies in your hands.”
At the same time, you feel Wonyoung settle between your spread legs. Her tongue immediately flicks against your exposed cockhead, licking and teasing the sensitive slit every time Yujin’s thighs slides upwards.
“Fuck—!” you groan, hips bucking forward at the unexpected sensation.
“What a greedy bitch,” Yujin laughs breathlessly as she picks up the pace, switching between impactful, hard slams and slow, lazy rolls of her hips, her thick thighs jerking you with wet, slippery friction. “Look daddy, it’s my turn, and your princess still can’t keep her mouth to herself.”
Wonyoung ignores the taunt. You feel her swirl her tongue around your leaking tip, flicking rapidly at the slit whenever Yujin pushes your cock forward through her thighs. The dual stimulation of Yujin’s thighs combined with Wonyoung’s relentless tongue is messing up the lucidity of your mind.
“Yujinnie…” you groan, hands sliding downwards to grip her waist. “Fuck, you’re dripping sweat all over me… and you taste so fucking good.” You begin to lift and drop her body on your cock, assisting her as she services you with her thighs. Your lean forward and drag your tongue up the spine of her back, gathering the salty drops of her sweat like it’s the cure to your insanity. You continue your adventure across her back, meandering your tongue across her shoulder blades, swiping her clean of sweat, only to be replenished instantly as she works her thighs vigorously up and down your shaft.
Wonyoung responds by sucking hard on your cockhead, her tongue stabbing and digging into your slit as if trying to steal your cum before you can give it to Yujin.
“Fuck, I'm close,” you grunt, the pressure building rapidly. The blindfold makes everything more intense, the feeling of Yujin squeezing her thighs tighter and moving faster, her slick pussy getting wetter, soaking your cock with every roll.
“Look at you, leaking like a bitch,” Wonyoung taunts Yujin, parting her lips slightly to welcome Yujin’s juices that's being fed into her mouth with every slide. “All for me~” Wonyoung continues to lap both of your juices, drinking in both your arousals like its her favourite drink.
“I’m gonna cum, daddy.” Yujin moans, grinding even harder, thighs trembling with effort as she works for your orgasm. “Cum with me… Paint me like how you promised Wonyoung earlier.”
You bounce her harder and faster, pumping her constricting thigh pussy on your cock as pleasure surges through you.
“Fuc—” Yujin yelps and shatters, convulsing wildly around your cock as she cums hard. Hot juices spurts out of her pussy as Yujin shakes and screams, sending almost unending waves of her wet release onto your cock and Wonyoung’s face.
You continue working her up and down your cock, and you’re dangerously close.
“Yujin—”
“Annnnnd stop!” Wonyoung announces cheerfully as a shrill alarm pierces through the air. She surges forward to press Yujin in place, preventing any more movement. “Ten minutes are up. You lost this round~”
“Princess…” you grunt, disappoint from the loss of pleasure. You cock twitches painfully after being robbed of its release, its head probably purple and swollen from the twin assault from both Yujin’s deadly thighs and Wonyoung’s devilish tongue.
“Fuck, please…” you complain, trying to thrust into Yujin’s thighs, but Wonyoung’s grip is absolute and unrelenting. “Can't we just stop this argument and let me cum? I, much less my cock, shouldn't be used as a decision making tool.”
“Nuh uh,” Wonyoung retorts. “Daddy said it earlier — you can't make a decision either. So your cock will make allll the decisions.”
“Damn it,” you grumble under your breath. “Am I even going to cum tonight…”
“Hmmph, daddy is being a dummy!” Wonyoung pouts, finally releasing Yujin. “The decision will be made by who you cum for. Did you really want to choose unnie just now and let your princess suffer?”
“No, of course not!”
“Hey, why are you trying to guilt trip daddy, you cheater?”
“Shut up, unnie~” Wonyoung sticks her tongue out. “You lost this round despite me offering assistance, so it's my turn to play with daddy.”
Yujin sighs and climbs off your lap, leaving your body suddenly cold without her warmth.
Right as you're about to speak, you feel a pair of hands settling on your shoulders.
“There we go, daddy.” Wonyoung purrs sweetly into your ears, gently guiding you to lie down on the couch. “I’ll be gentle with you~”
You feel Wonyoung climbing over you, her weight pressing you into the soft cushions of the couch. She straddles your torso, rocking her hips up and down your belly, her two hands pressed onto your chest. You can feel the wetness of her each time she snaps her hips forward and backwards, her pussy smearing her warm slick up along your toned stomach.
“Fuck, daddy… rubbing myself on your belly feels soooo good,” Wonyoung moans, pressing down harder. “Look, all my juices are pooling inside your navel every time I slide over it. You look so sexy like this.”
“Time’s ticking, princess,” Yujin calls out, her voice carrying an undertone of arousal. “Do you need some assistance?”
“Shut up and fuck your own fingers, unnie,” Wonyoung coos smugly. “I’ll make daddy cum all by myself. No help needed.”
“Fine.” Yujin huffs, letting out a soft, annoyed hum of pleasure from somewhere beside you. “Don’t come crying like the brat you always are if you lose.”
A moment later, the wet, rhythmic sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy fill the air, accompanied by soft, breathy moans. From the sound of it, Yujin’s clearly touching herself, and you would kill to rip the damned blindfold off and see her eyes roll.
“Good girl~" Wonyoung giggles. She leans down and presses her chest flat on yours, her hard nipples poking into your skin. Lips breathing hot above yours, she whispers, “Now that the troublemaker is out of the way, your princess will make you cum sooooo well~”
Wonyoung slides her body down and shifts lower, the incredible softness of her famous ass pressing down onto your throbbing cock. She settles her weight perfectly, smothering your length between her warm, plush cheeks.
“Time to convince you properly, daddy,” she whispers and starts moving. She grinds her ass along your cock in long, sensual strokes, sliding back and forth so her soft, heavy cheeks glide over every inch of your shaft. Her slick pussy lips drag teasingly along the top with every roll, leaving a trail of wetness.
“Is this how it’s gonna go?” you grunt, digging your fingers into her perfect ass. “You two are going to be the death of me.”
“It’s a bit late to be saying that now, daddy~” Wonyoung coos, picking up the pace, smothering your cock with her warm, pillowy cheeks. Each glide makes you leak endlessly, lubing up her ass crack even more.
The sensation is mind-numbing. Her ass feels even better than you remembered, and you groan helplessly, hips twitching upwards to chase the heavenly friction. But Wonyoung presses her body down firmer on you, controlling the rhythm, rocking with erratic urgency.
“No moving too much, daddy. Just feel,” she mewls. “Feel how my ass is swallowing your cock… feel how wet I am for you…”
"Yeah daddy,” Yujin gasps from the side, breathing growing heavier. You can hear her work her pussy, fingers pumping noisily, the wet, sinful sounds sloshing out from her cunt. “You should be fair and let us perform for you.”
“But fuck… your ass, it feels so damn good. And the way you’re riding me, it makes me wanna grab you and stuff you full.”
Wonyoung hums at your praise, leaning forward, long hair brushing your chest as she grinds even harder. Her ass cheeks squeeze and ripple around your shaft with every roll, angling herself with precision such that her slick folds tease the head with every pass.
“Look at daddy, unnie… he’s leaking so much from my ass,” she breathes smugly. “He’s gonna cum for me. He’s gonna choose me.”
Your hands squeeze into her soft flesh harder than before, kneading them like soft dough as you start rocking her hips onto you. Between Wonyoung’s perfect ass and the constant wet sounds of Yujin masturbating beside you, your cock is aching, twitching, and leaking non-stop.
“Princess, at this rate, you’re gonna make me cum all over your ass.”
“That’s the plan, daddy,” Wonyoung moans prettily as she feels you throb harder. She starts flicking her fingers up and down your nipples, tickling them lightly as she continues riding you. Each flick sends a spark down your spine, enhancing the sensitivity of your cock, making you moan and twitch harder.
But just as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching—
“Time’s up!” Yujin shouts. “Get off daddy’s cock!”
Wonyoung groans in defeat and lifts her ass completely off your cock.
Your hips chase and buck into the air helplessly, but she’s already moved away, leaving your throbbing, denied cock twitching angrily in the cool air. You let out a frustrated groan, panting heavily from the stupid situation you’re forced in.
“No more,” you growl as something finally snaps inside you.
You rip the panties off your eyes. The sudden brightness blinds you for a second, but it doesn’t matter. You can see them both clearly — flushed from arousal, breathing hard, bodies glossed with sweat, and both clearly surprised by your sudden movement.
“No more rounds. No more fucking games.” You stand up and grab Wonyoung first, flipping her onto her back on the couch. “You want me to make the decision? I’ll fuck my decision into the both of you.”
You lift her legs and press them up towards her head, watching Wonyoung’s wide, shocked eyes as you fold her like a piece of origami. You grab your cock and slap it on her swollen pussy, running the head all over her wet folds.
“Fucking brat. Teasing your daddy so much,” you press her legs down harder, spreading her wide open. You rub your cock horizontally, playing with her puffy folds, watching her juices flow copiously.
“How does it feel to be the teased one now, huh? Don’t you wish daddy would stuff you full of his big, fat cock?”
“D-Daddy please! Weren’t you enjoying princess’s ass earlier? Please don’t tea—”
You slam into her tight, dripping pussy in one brutal thrust, cutting her off.
“Fuck—daddy!” Wonyoung gasps, crying out sharply, back arching as you bury yourself inside her. Her hands instinctively reach to her ass cheeks, peeling them apart, spreading her pussy even wider for you. “P-please, choose me. Take me. Pound my bratty pussy—”
You don’t hold back at all. You lift your hips and slam back down, fucking her hard and deep, snapping your frustration into her with all your might. “You both want me to choose so badly?” You thrust harder, watching her small tits bounce wildly with every impact. “Then take it. Take the consequences.”
Yujin’s fingers are still inside her, jamming in and out at breakneck speed, turned on by how roughly you’re handling Wonyoung. She tries to say something, but you reach over and grab her by the hair, pulling her into a rough kiss while continuing to pound the folded mess beneath you. Your free hand finds Yujin’s soaked pussy and yanks hers out, stuffing your own two digits inside her.
“Daddy—” Yujin moans, gripping your hand tightly as you curl and twist her insides, exploring every inch of her warm heat.
Wonyoung takes advantage of your distraction and wraps her legs around your waist, nails digging into your back as she moans. “Please choose me—I want to be chosen—I need daddy to pick me—”
“Show me you deserve to be chosen.” You angle your hips and hammer her g-spot repeatedly. “Cum on my cock like a good princess.”
Wonyoung’s eyes roll back as you destroy her, her mouth babbling nothing but incomprehensible reasons why she should be chosen. A few more brutal pumps and she shatters beautifully. Her pussy clenches violently around you as she cums hard, crying out your name. Her body shakes uncontrollably as you continue pounding throughout her orgasm, appreciating the sight of her convulsing below you, mouth agape from the pleasure.
When her orgasm finally dies down, you pull out and flip Yujin onto all fours above Wonyoung. You give her soaked pussy one slow lick before smacking it hard with your hand.
“Daddy, please fuck me!” Yujin begs.
You line your tip up and thrust in deep, groaning at how her hot and greedy heat gobbles you up without hesitation. You grip her hips and rail her mercilessly, pistoning your hard cock into her wanton pussy like an animal in heat. You press her down onto Wonyoung, who immediately pulls her into a desperate kiss while you continue slamming your cock into Yujin’s wet confines, the sound of skin slapping loudly filling the room.
“Fuck, Yujinnie, your pussy feels so god damn tight even after all the fingering,” you grunt, relishing in her snug heat as you split her open with every thrust.
“That’s what I’m good for. Fuck yes, harder, daddy!” Yujin moans into Wonyoung’s lips, her words now an incoherent gabble of degeneracy. “Everything is all for you. My useless little throat. My strong, firm thighs. My tight, slutty pussy. They’re all yours. All for you to use.”
“That’s right. You greedy little cumslut,” you growl, still pounding Yujin mercilessly. “Acting as if daddy doesn’t fuck you enough at any chance he has. Acting as if daddy’s cock is the only thing you need to survive. Admit, Yujinnie. Admit how you can’t live without me railing you senseless. Every. Fucking. Day.”
“Fuck daddy, please… I can’t live without your cock,” Yujin cries, desperately pushing herself back onto your thrusts. “But please, can you stop talking and just fucking cum inside me? Fill this slutty pussy of yours.”
“Demanding are we?” You say, pulling out of her abruptly.
“No no no—please daddy I’m sorry! Please give me your co—”
You cut her off with a hard smack on her ass. Then another. And another.
“Stop talking? You should stop talking.,” you snarl. “Maybe I should cum inside Wonyoung instead and let the five of you suffer,” you say, raining down strikes onto her firm ass, listening to her yelp in pleasure from the pain.
“Please daddy, it hurts!” Yujin cries, her voice trembling even as she arches her back for more. You watch her ass swell, red handprints blooming across like flowers.
“That’s my girl,” you smirk, satisfied. You push your cock deep into Wonyoung’s pussy again, still striking Yujin’s ass. “I like honest girls.”
“Daddy, I’m your good pretty princess, unlike this rebellious cock whore here,” Wonyoung moans sweetly. “Use me like your cheap little fleshlight. Fuck me hard. I’ll be the best princess for you.”
“You shut up too, princess,” you snarl, pulling out of her only to slam back in to the hilt. “Best princess? You’re so fucking shameless, parading that ass out for everyone to ogle at. Did you ever think about how jealous your daddy would get?”
You keep switching between them, squeezing and smacking Yujin’s reddened ass while demolishing Wonyoung’s dripping cunt. You drill into her so hard your balls slap loudly against her ass with every thrust.
“Y-yes, but only daddy gets to have these cheeks,” Wonyoung moans, her words slurring and barely indistinguishable as you plow her pussy with vicious pumps.
You continue fucking them relentlessly, destroying Wonyoung’s cunt before pulling out and stuffing Yujin’s greedy hole full, hammering her wet walls until the entire room is just filled with nothing but pornographic wet slaps and depraved moans.
You switch between their overstimulated, dripping pussies constantly, pounding them raw, making them cry your name. You pull out of Yujin, gasping for breath, your entire mind now a blur and mess from the impulsive desire to breed them taking over your mind. You look down at them — both girls a complete mess, moaning, drooling, bodies covered in sweat as they keep desperately pleading for something. You aren’t sure whether it’s for your cock or for you to choose them anymore.
“Choose me—please—”
“I need your cock—daddy—”
“Fuck me harder daddy—want to cum—”
“Daddy fuck—destroy my pussy please—’
You slide your cock right between their pussies, thrusting through their folds, savouring the wetness coating every inch of you. Your cock is swollen to the point of bursting, your mind hazy with the overwhelming need to breed them.
“Please daddy… your princess wants your cock in her,” Wonyoung pleads, her hand reaching down to rub Yujin’s clit. You follow her plea and slam back into Wonyoung’s molten pussy, pounding her with deep, powerful strokes that make her ass ripple.
“Fuck, I’m so close—”
“Yes daddy, please… please cum into your princess’s pussy. Please breed your slutty, bratty princess,” Wonyoung begs, staring up at you with lust-drunk eyes.
“No—” Yujin stammers, but Wonyoung pumps her fingers into her pussy, curling them deep, pressing right into her sensitive spot. Yujin collapses with a squeal as she cums hard, shaking violently. Wonyoung captures her lips in a messy, heated kiss, silencing her.
You try to pull out of Wonyoung as pressure wells up inside you, but you can’t. Wonyoung has her legs wrapped tight around your back, locking your cock in her. It’s not much of a lock that you can’t get out of, and your mind screams for you to break free from her grasp, to make the right choice of saving five instead of one, but your hips can’t stop snapping.
“Yes daddy, you need to breed your princess full of your thick, hot cum. Fill your princess’s tight little pussy like she deserves it,” Wonyoung moans into Yujin’s mouth, her fingers working her pussy non-stop. With a shudder, Yujin squeals and cums, shaking uncontrollably on Wonyoung. Her pussy quivers and flutters around Wonyoung’s hands, her wet juices soaking and leaking into where your cock is pounding Wonyoung, making the thrusts smoother and faster.
“Shit princess—”
A single hard slam inside your tightest princess and you’re gone.
“Yesss cum inside me, daddy—”
Pressure swells inside you and you erupt, painting her molten walls white. Wonyoung whimpers in ecstasy, her pussy clenching and squeezing erratically around you, milking and drinking your cum greedily. You keep driving your hips into here through your orgasm, pumping every drop of cum from your aching balls deep inside her.
Wonyoung trembles from the flooding heat, cumming from the feeling of being filled. Her legs shake and her toes curl, a loud, satisfied hum escaping her mouth.
“Fuck, daddy… you filled your princess so full.”
The lock around your waist loosens and you pull out gasping, collapsing onto the couch. You turn and look at the mess, watching glistening streams still flowing out of Yujin’s quivering pussy as Wonyoung’s fingers continue to curl inside her; your thick, white cum oozing out of Wonyoung’s creampied pussy, pooling onto the couch.
“Hehe… I fucking won…” Wonyoung mumbles blissfully, slowly pulling her fingers out of Yujin.
All three of you are panting, sweaty, and thoroughly fucked out.
After a long silence, you cover your eyes with your forearm and mutter hoarsely:
“So… what now? Is IVE going to disband?”
Both girls freeze.
“Huh?” “What?”
“What do you mean by disband?” Yujin blinks at you in confusion.
“Wasn’t this whole thing about wanting to leave IVE for her solo career or something?”
The room falls silent.
Then Wonyoung bursts into laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. Whether those tears are from your rough pounding or from her laughing, you don’t know.
“No?! It was about the hot pot soup bases for our group dinner tomorrow! They wanted mala… but I can’t eat spicy food at all. I’m going to die if I eat it.”
“Mala is a must in hot pot, what do you mean no mala?” Yujin groans, climbing off Wonyoung.
They immediately start bickering again.
“Five of us like mala and Wonyoung is the only one complaining!”
“You don’t care about my stomach and my poor ass when it burns from the spice!”
“Well, I don’t see you complaining when your ass stretches from daddy’s fat cock—”
You cut them off with a loud sigh.
“You do know that you can order up to four soup flavours, right?”
Both girls go completely silent.
Yujin: “…”
Wonyoung: “…”
You pull them closer, kissing the top of their heads with a tired but fond smile.
“Problem solved. Now shut up and cuddle.”
“I have a better solution though,” Wonyoung giggles, tracing hearts on your chest. “Maybe daddy can fill my ass today and tomorrow night? Your creamy cum should help with cooling the mala burn?”
“Fuck you! You already got filled by daddy and you still want more?”
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