OTC Chapter 19

The taxi door opened, and Lee Dohyun stepped out, wearing light-colored pants and a neat shirt. With a bright smile, he bid the driver a safe trip home, and then walked over to the white SUV and pulled out a cigarette.

He placed the long cigarette between his lips, and lit it, and bluish smoke obscured his vision.

“The car’s here, but…”

Even though it had been three years, he couldn’t mistake his brother’s car. It wasn’t just that the SUV was too expensive for someone in their twenties; it was more that he remembered his father’s excessive pride in giving such an extravagant gift as Jaeheon’s birthday present. 

Dohyun slowly examined Jaeheon’s car, then walked down the unlit basement stairs. The space was pitch black, without even a motion sensor light. He flicked off the lengthening ash from his cigarette and pulled on the heavy door handle.

The door rattled against the lock, and his brow furrowed in displeasure.

“Not here.”

That couldn’t be right. 

Then, what about the car?

He chewed on the cigarette filter as he climbed back up the stairs. Lee Dohyun’s shadow stretched long under the streetlight.

His face, with its delicate, almost feminine features, was smooth and unblemished, like someone who had never faced a day of hardship in his life.

Dohyun stared at Jaeheon’s car and then noticed the unlit cafe sign.

Cafe Haeda.

He frowned, turning the name over in his mind, then let out a scoff. He dropped the short cigarette butt, ground it out with his foot, and his lips curled into a smirk.

“Kim Haeda.”

And then…

“Lee Jaeheon…”

Finally…

“Jung Eunkyo.”

A flicker of something akin to disillusionment crossed his face as he said her name.

It was too much of a coincidence to be just chance.

Lee Dohyun pulled out another cigarette. His mouth felt dry and scratchy, but he stood in front of Lee Jaeheon’s car, smoking several more cigarettes.

Then, he looked up and noticed a faint light in a second-floor window. It seemed to be someone’s apartment. The shadow of furniture, and then the silhouette of a person, flickered behind the curtain.

The long cigarette between Lee Dohyun’s fingers snapped in two.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

“Blow it out.”

Jaeheon looked down at the slice of cake Eunkyo offered him, chuckled, and blew out the single, bright yellow candle.

It was a melon whipped cream cake, one of Kim Haeda’s masterpiece, topped with a single candle. Eunkyo had stopped by the cafe before coming up to his studio to retrieve it.

She couldn’t let his birthday pass unacknowledged. She had wanted to do something, even if it wasn’t a big party, to mark the occasion, and she had remembered the cake Haeda had made.

“Thank you.”

He said, his eyes fixed intently on hers, and then opened his mouth wide, taking a large bite of the cake and licking the cream from his lips. Eunkyo laughed at the sight of him devouring the cake and licked the cream that had splattered on her hand.

“It’s very sweet.”

It tasted like melon ice cream.

“Don’t you like sweet things, sunbae?”

“No, I like them.”

“Then want a bite?”

“Eat it all. It’s your cake.”

He chuckled and took another large bite. He even nibbled on her fingers as she held the cake, his tongue swirling around them. She shivered at the ticklish sensation, her shoulders twitching.

“So… should we start with a kiss? Or sex? Ah, maybe a shower first.”

Here it comes.

He licked the cream from his lips, placed the mangled cake on the table, and then slipped his hands under her arms, lifting her effortlessly.

“Eek!”

Eunkyo shrieked. She felt weightless, lifted so easily. She hadn’t been lifted this high off the ground since she was a child.

Startled, she grabbed his shoulders and struggled, but he carried her across the kitchen and plopped down on the sofa, still holding her.

Her face flushed crimson as she found herself sitting on his lap. He held out his phone, and despite the sticky residue on his hand, she took it.

“Order the largest size condoms you can find. Use the card I have saved on my phone.”

“C-Condoms?”

“When I was making the dildos before… ah, I should say, dick molds…”

He chuckled, nuzzling his face against her neck and showering her skin with light kisses as he continued,

“One of my classmates gave me a condom. He said it was the largest size they sell at convenience stores. But it didn’t fit me. It either tore, or it was too tight.” 

“Ha… why would you even make those things?”

He whispered his phone’s passcode – 229734 – and chuckled, his nose brushing against her soft skin.

“For fun. What else would guys do with something like that? It was a silly joke. I’ll show you sometime.”

She shook her head vigorously, startled. He slipped his hand under her shirt, his fingers tracing the sweat-dampened skin of her back. If he didn’t have any condoms today, they wouldn’t have sex. Then why did she feel so…

“Hurry up and search. Fastest delivery. Price doesn’t matter.”

“Why are you making me do this? You do it… hngh…”

He pushed up her bra, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling her nipple. His face was still buried in her neck, his lower body pressed tightly against hers.

What is he doing?

He rubbed her nipple relentlessly, as if trying to burrow into her flesh, sending waves of heat through her.

The repeated friction sent heat pooling in her stomach. She was frozen, clutching his phone, unable to process his request, so he snatched it from her, tossed it aside, and pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers.

Their tongues met in a hungry, desperate kiss. Their teeth clashed, and a sharp pain shot through her swollen lip. Her body lifted slightly, and then she collapsed back against the sofa.

Lee Jaeheon braced himself beside her face and kissed her again. The sweetness of whipped cream and melon mingled with their saliva. He caressed her cheek and hair, his touch gentle at first, then possessive, his fingers tightening. He tilted her chin up, deepening the kiss.

As he drew his knees up, curling his body around hers, her legs instinctively parted and shifted beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet.”

He raised his head, catching his breath, and unbuckled his belt. He planted one foot on the floor for support, his other hand pulling on the back of her head.

“See this? It’s been like this since… since the movie theater, fuck.”

He lifted the front of his pants, the thick bulge of his erection peeking out from beneath his belt. He winced, as if in pain, released her hair, and unbuttoned his pants.

Hesitantly, she reached out and unzipped his pants herself, then pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang free, the tip glistening with precum, and brushed against her lips.

Eunkyo, trying to feign compusure, lightly grazed the tip with her fingernail. A glint of madness flashed in his eyes as he looked down at her. The veins on his pale pink shaft pulsed, turning blue.

“Fuck, what are you doing?”

His face contorted in a strange smile, unable to contain his excitement, and she felt herself growing wet.

It’s so big.

She wanted to curse, but the words caught in her throat. She swallowed hard and looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“Do you… want me to suck it?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Then?”

“Because I’m going to suck you first. I’m not putting it in your mouth today, Eunkyo.”

He covered her hand with his, guiding her to grip his cock. It was so big it didn’t fit in her small hand, the ridges and veins pressing against her palm.

“Ha…”

As if teaching her how to stroke him, he moved her hand up and down in his shaft, then lifted her shirt. He cupped her breasts, already pushed up and flattened by her bra, and kneaded them roughly.

A soft moan escaped her lips, mingling with his ragged breaths. Eunkyo didn’t take her eyes off his face.

His features twisted in pleasure, a groan escaping his lips, his brow furrowing.

And why did it seem to be growing even bigger?

He gripped his cock with both hands, stroking it rapidly, then spat into his palm and pushed her hand away. He began masturbating furiously, then suddenly pulled her arm.

“Ah!”

He sat her up straight on the sofa, her legs draped over his shoulders, her body bent in half. He pulled her pants halfway down her thighs and then, without hesitation, pressed his lips against her underwear.

“Haa…”

She gasped, her back arching. She tilted her head back and gripped his hair.

His tongue probed and pushed against her through the fabric of her underwear, then nudged her panties aside and parted her slick folds with his tongue.

“Hng… Stop…”

“Fuck, why are you so sweet down here too, sunbae? And why is your pussy so tight? Hmm? Are you sure you’ll be alright when I put mine in? It might rip you apart.”

Eunkyo wanted to cover her ears. Every nerve ending was on fire. The man’s languid, obscene voice, his panting breaths as he moved against her sent shivers down her spine.

“Stop saying such weird things…”

She tried to push him away, but he only pulled her thighs tighter around him, his hand pinning hers down. Trapped and helpless, she could only writhe her hips beneath him. Her arousal slickened the sofa, and her toes curled with every flick of his tongue against her clit.

She had imagined normal sex. Now, with her head thrown back, all she could do was gasp and moan. The bone at the base of her spine ground against him. Tears welled in her eyes, and her body trembled as his tongue, persistent as a serpent, circled her clit, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh.

“Th-This isn’t right! Hngh, it’s strange, stop! Ha…”

“Ha…”

He lifted his head, licking his lips, coated in her arousal. His unfocused eyes and feverish heat made her heart pound.

She twisted her trapped hands, and he loosened his grip, sitting up and stroking himself in front of her face. He pumped his hand rapidly, his body suddenly tensing, his muscles rigid. Then, with a shudder, he came, his semen splattering across her chin and chest as she gasped for breath.

“Fuck…”

He finally took a deep, ragged breath and relaxed. Bracing himself against the back of the sofa, he bent down and licked her chin, then kissed her.

It tasted bitter and metallic.