111 - I Unknowingly Rejected My Favorite

EP.111 #111. It's Okay to Do It Again. Thanks to my girlfriend, I had the chance to indulge, and I decided to take her to the most expensive and decent-looking barbecue restaurant in the area. "Wow. Good thing we made a call." "Right? Without the call, we might not have been able to eat properly." Inside, the place was buzzing with people on vacation just like us. The staff was busily serving food. "Welcome. Do you have a reservation?" "Yes, it's under Taemin Han." Perhaps because we reserved late, we couldn't get a window seat. "The smell is heavenly, isn't it?" Just looking at the grill next to us was enough to make me swallow my saliva. "Oh. Eat whatever you want. Seriously." "Oppa, if you say that, you know I'll eat a lot, right? Really?" Though she threatened lightly, I knew better than anyone that Doa had a small appetite. In the first place, it would be a miracle if a lot of food fit into Doa's tiny frame. As the grill heated up, a staff member graciously cooked the meat for us, and we quietly watched. The meat sizzled as it cooked. "You can eat now~" "Thank you." Once the staff left, I picked up a piece and started to wrap it in lettuce. Considering her disappointment from the ski instructor earlier and the nice accommodation, I thought I should at least do this right, so I picked up another piece and offered it to Doa. "Ah." "What is this? Is it for me?" "Yeah." "What's gotten into you?" Despite her words, she seemed pleased, and a slight smile appeared on Doa's lips. "Ah." "A~" Maybe it was too much to give her two pieces. Wanting to give her something delicious, I stuffed them in, but Doa's mouth seemed ready to burst. She chewed diligently like a hamster and managed to swallow it all. "Wasn't that too big?" "Sorry." "No, it was delicious nonetheless." Despite her insistence to eat freely, Doa quickly declared that she was full, and we only ordered some stew before leaving our seats. It was dark when we came into the restaurant. And it was a very dark night when we left. We walked up the sloped path lit by the streetlights. "Doesn't the snow melt here?" "Seems like it." A scene you couldn't witness in Seoul. Walking through a snow-filled street evoked a different kind of emotion. "It's cold. Let’s hurry back." Holding on to Doa’s hand, I picked up the pace, but Doa held me back, suggesting we could go slowly. -Screech Upon reaching our accommodation, we opened the door to find the floor warmly heated. "Oh... it's so warm." As I removed my padded jacket and lay on the bed, Doa scurried over to lie beside me. "So warm~" Finding her endearing while she was giggling, I decided to do what I couldn't do earlier on the lift. I leaned my lips toward hers. Doa didn't reject me as I approached. In fact, she closed her eyes and puckered her lips a little. -Smooch As we parted, a delightful smile danced on Doa’s lips. "Oppa." "Yeah." "Do you remember when I first confessed to you?" We were having a good time, weren't we? The unexpected question hit me like a brick, and I forced a smile. "Oh... I remember... yeah..." "Do you remember what you said when you rejected me?" Why does she keep bringing this up? "I just... said you weren’t my type..." Doa’s fingertip slid down my chest. "...How about now?" "Now?" "Am I still not your type?" I recalled Yoonjae’s words, saying that women always seek reassurance. "Of course not." Because Luka, no, Doa. She was a girl who was endlessly close to my ideal type. "Well then, to make up for harshly rejecting me back then." Her arms wrapped around my neck. "Give me a kiss." The reward that disguised itself as punishment was so sweet, I desperately prayed for time to stop. A bed meant for one person in a spacious room was no different than a bed meant for two people. The space didn’t change the act. -Mmm, slurp Tongues intertwined, and sultry sounds repeated. Doa was pulling the back of my neck strongly, and I was holding her face with my hands as if I didn’t want to let go. "Haa..." A drop of sweat trickled down her forehead. "...Doa." Doa, catching her breath, looked directly into my eyes. "Could you... turn off the lights?" As if knowing what I was about to do, she made a preemptive request. But oddly enough. The more I thought of her as lovely, the stronger my desire to reject her request grew. "...No." "What?" Taken aback by the unexpected refusal, Doa seemed startled. The sweat droplet tracing down her neck appeared incredibly sensual, prompting me to replace my answer with a kiss on her nape. “Ahh…” The touch of Doa’s hands felt behind my back. Each time my lips moved, Doa gripped and released my shirt repeatedly. Her neck bore a vivid mark. A testament to her being mine. The proof of her being my one and only girlfriend. “...I’m going to undress you.” Instead of answering, Doa nodded slightly, and without hesitation, I discarded the pieces of fabric hindering our love. Doa’s skin was as pure and white as the snowflakes that resembled it. It was my second time seeing Doa naked. The first time had been with the lights off, but now everything was clear. Her pink nipples, her neatly groomed pubic hair, all vividly etched in my eyes. Perhaps because I stared too openly. The defenseless Doa rose. “...I want to undress you too.” “What?” “I want to try undressing you too.” With those words, Doa knelt and began to lift my T-shirt upwards. Since I was planning to get undressed anyway, I cooperated with her willingly, sensing that the next part would be pivotal. Inside these confines was an obstacle that hindered undressing — my underwear. With her small hands, she ventured inside the waistband, beginning to lower it. “Ha…” Doa let out a breath of surprise. Was this how she felt as well? The atmosphere remained more awkward than sultry, as we both felt a bit shy. “…Oppa.” “Yeah?” Gearing up to move on to the next step, I became tense again when she called for me. “With…my mouth…” Doa couldn’t meet my gaze. Her head was lowered, hair acting like a curtain to shield her blush. “Shall I?” The meaning of her words caused a quake in my pupils. Was Doa really offering to… do that for me? My place in those soft pink lips... Though I wasn’t opposed, the situation felt embarrassingly intimate. Sensing my hesitation, Doa moved into position between my legs. As her tongue lightly brushed the tip, I shivered as if jolted by electricity. -Smooch. Her lips, which had only recently kissed me, now touched the most sensitive part of me. She treated it tenderly, as if handling a newborn, carefully lavishing attention. Her tongue tracing along its veins almost had me slipping out of consciousness. -Slurping and smacking sounds Despite being somewhat inexperienced, Doa mimicked poses from those familiar videos, her neck bobbing skillfully. The length was slick with her saliva, her clumsy hand movements caressing with intent. Consumed by desire, I decided to scoop her up into my arms. A condom. I needed a condom. While I had one in my wallet, rifling through my jacket seemed more cumbersome than finding it in Doa’s bag, particularly since I knew where to look. “Oppa, how did you…” Her eyes questioned my foreknowledge. Explanations could wait. After ensuring the condom was properly worn, I positioned the tip against her lower lip. The moisture I felt told me Doa was ready too. “…Doa.” “I love you.” The meaning of those words was not lost on me, and I began to move my hips. Perhaps due to skipping foreplay, there was slight resistance at first, but it quickly subsided. Doa began to accommodate me comfortably. -Squelching and smacking sounds The room was filled only with the sound of breaths, language replaced by shared sensation. Dampness glistened at the corners of Doa’s lips. “Haa... Haa... Ahh... Haa...” With each deeper thrust, Doa’s eyes softened. Her petite backside glistened with dew, and her parted legs showed no sign of closing, enticing me further. “Haa...” Withdrawing, I panted for breath and issued a new command. “Turn over.” Perhaps too weak to move, Doa buried her face in the pillow, raising only her hips. It was a position no man could resist. Placing my hand on her backside, I prepared again to explore her depths. “Doa.” “…Yes.” Her face hidden, her voice nonetheless audible. “I love you.” As I penetrated her once more, Doa could only respond with sensual moans instead of words. “Haa.. Ahh... Oppa... Oppa…” Gripping her hips like handles, I began to move rhythmically. It seemed as if the human body was designed this way for a reason, as if Doa’s form naturally embraced me. “Ahhh! Oppaa! I can’t take it anymore.” Her moans bordered on cries. Realizing I too was nearing my limit, I called out to her. “Doa. Doa. Doa. Doa!” With a final series of thrusts, I repeatedly called her name, collapsing onto her as warmth filled the inside of the condom. Doa lay beneath me, while I remained sprawled over her. Tilting her head back slightly, Doa kissed my lips. “Today…” Our breaths mingling, she murmured indistinctly. “It’s okay to do it again.” It was the first time we explored each other so deeply that we weren’t even aware of when we drifted off to sleep.