What I Do Alone

When I stared at him blankly, Kwon Hyun-jin flashed a gentle eye-smile, as if making an excuse.

"Because my pretty noona is looking at me. That's why it stands up."

"Your flattery is ridiculous, you…"

"I'm serious."

Kwon Hyun-jin peeled off the condom. He wrapped his hand around his own shaft and stroked it up and down.

"Want me to show you?"

"Show me what? You're scaring me… No thanks."

"What I do alone before I go meet you."

My heart suddenly started pounding. I couldn't answer at all.

"Na-hee. Aren't you curious?"

"Not really."

"Then why can't you look away? You're already watching."

Grinning, Kwon Hyun-jin lay back on the bed.

He closed his eyes, one hand propping up his head, the other caressing his cock.

"Ah… Na-hee."

A voice like a moan spilled from him.

"You're completely soaked. Fucking delicious…"

Sinking into the familiar fantasy, Kwon Hyun-jin's voice was far lower and rougher than usual.

"Cum more… Cum on my tongue."

"Are you crazy?"

"Ah… Your ass is so fucking pretty. Get on your hands and knees and spread it. Let me see that pussy."

Was he in his right mind? Listening to him was pure porn.

"Na-hee, ha… It's gotten looser. Feels so fucking good. It's completely mine now. It goes all the way in."

All the while, Kwon Hyun-jin's hand moved faster. Clear fluid leaking from the tip made his cock slick. Every stroke up and down produced lewd wet sounds.

"It's a perfect custom fit for me now."

"…"

"Tell me to cum. Say, 'Oppa, please cum.' Say it."

Imagination might be free, but this was still a betrayal of that face. How could someone who looked that pretty have such filthy fantasies?

"Na-hee, can I do it on your face? Ask me to do it in your mouth. Yeah, I'll cum. Swallow it all."

I couldn't leave that madness alone any longer. On impulse I reached out and touched Kwon Hyun-jin.

Everything stopped as if a pause button had been pressed, and his eyes flew open.

"…"

His thick chest heaved. The Kwon Hyun-jin who had been freely ravaging me in his imagination couldn't bring himself to demand or even ask anything of me in reality.

He only stared at me with endlessly pitiful eyes, pleading in silence.

"Kwon Hyun-jin."

"Yeah…"

A hoarse voice slipped out. When our eyes met, his prominent Adam's apple bobbed slowly up and down.

"Where do you like being touched the most? Here…?"

I lightly traced the very tip of the head, the opening of the urethra. The reaction was immediate.

"Ah…"

His thighs jerked and that monstrous cock twitched and writhed.

The unusual texture of the tip was so fascinating that I played with it for a while, then gripped the shaft the way he had. It was so thick and hard I could barely wrap my hand around it.

"Does this feel good?"

"Ha…"

Even my clumsy up-and-down strokes made Kwon Hyun-jin's eyes go hazy at once. He tipped his head back and groaned.

"Na-hee. Tighter… You can hold it tighter."

I was too scared to squeeze harder. Then his large hand covered the back of mine. He clenched hard enough to hurt and moved rapidly.

It was basically him masturbating with my hand.

"Haa… I'm going crazy."

He yanked me close and draped both of my arms around his neck. He sucked my lips and tangled our tongues.

Not long after, Kwon Hyun-jin let out a low, throaty sound and came.

Even after cleaning up the semen and lying down, his hands never left my breasts. He kneaded the soft mounds like slime, tormented the nipples, and suckled greedily.

"Stop it already, you pervert."

I had already suspected, but I never knew it was this bad.

"What are you going to do? Now that I know you're a pervert."

"It's fine. Honestly, it's a relief. Feels better this way."

He casually straddled me and spouted more madness.

"Na-hee, let's sleep in the car."

Even as I gaped at him in shock, Kwon Hyun-jin only smiled.

Before leaving Busan, we stopped at a café right by the sea that Kwon Hyun-jin had scouted ahead of time.

Sophisticated music drifted through the interior, and a massive chandelier dominated the hall. The design was more impressive contemporary art museum than café.

"This place is huge."

We had only ever gone to spacious cafés because of parking, yet this one was incomparable. The interior was grand, and the terrace and outdoor areas were just as enormous—a truly oversized café.

Thanks to Kwon Hyun-jin I frequented expensive, nice places, but deep down I was still thoroughly ordinary. The fact that so many customers filled a place where an americano cost over ten thousand won was a fresh shock to me.

While I looked around, Kwon Hyun-jin slowly stirred his straw and spoke.

"About Mother."

"Huh?"

Mother…?

Which mother was he talking about? The chairman and his wife had passed away long ago.

I still couldn't grasp it when Kwon Hyun-jin, eyes only on his drink, calmly continued.

"How about her running a café like this?"

"…"

For a moment my mind went blank. Had I understood him correctly?

"You mean… my mom?"

"Yeah."

The title Kwon Hyun-jin had always used for my mother was clearly "Manager Lee." When had it turned into "Mother"? I blinked in confusion without meaning to.

"Wouldn't you feel more at ease if Mother retired soon and lived somewhere with a nice view? If you want her nearby, Seoul or the suburbs would be fine too."

"Forget it. Where would my mom get the money to open something like this?"

I tried to laugh it off as a joke, but Kwon Hyun-jin lifted his eyes with an expressionless face.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Na-hee."

This unusually composed version of him felt unfamiliar. Kwon Hyun-jin was serious, as if he had been thinking about this for a long time.

"If a café doesn't appeal, how about a restaurant like Hanlimchae?"

Hanlimchae was the galbi place Kwon Hyun-jin had taken me to not long ago. It occupied an entire building in the middle of Gangnam and was terrifyingly expensive.

"Not really… My mom isn't interested in that kind of thing."

"Have you ever asked her?"

"I haven't asked, but…"

"Ask Mother what she thinks. She might have ideas outside of food and beverage."

The word "Mother" rolled off his tongue so easily. I was so dumbfounded my lips went dry.

"Running a hotel or a golf course would suit her too. Tell her that if she hires professionals she won't have to worry about managing anything."

A hotel? A golf course? Things I had never even imagined.

Had he deliberately brought me all the way here just to say this…?

"Got it, Lee Na-hee. Ask Mother which field she'd prefer. Make sure she doesn't feel burdened at all."

"…"

"Be sure to ask her. Before I go hear the answer from her myself."

Having dropped the bomb on me, Kwon Hyun-jin calmly stood up from his seat.

Even after he started university life, our everyday routine didn't change much.

On weekdays I was so busy we only exchanged survival check-ins, and we barely managed to see each other on weekends. Even that was gradually becoming every other week.

As the number and length of our meetings dwindled, Kwon Hyun-jin's dissatisfaction piled up. To make up for it, on the days we did meet I went along with whatever he wanted.

Because Kwon Hyun-jin loved driving and traveling, we went all over the country. He always chose places I had never been—Jangseong's Hwangnyong River, Hamyang, Sancheong, Yangyang, Namhae, and so on. Places hard to reach by train but accessible by car.

The call cut off right there. Adding a little exaggeration, not even five seconds passed before the phone rang again.

Kwon Hyun-jin had always been curious about the place I lived. Because of my roommate Ji-yul, though, he had never gotten a look.

"Come in. There's nothing to drink, but…"

"This is it?"

Running back and forth to the design studio meant my place wasn't particularly tidy. Even with the poor hospitality, Kwon Hyun-jin was excited.