Side Story.4

“If it hurts, tell me.”  

“Okay.”  

Yujin carefully placed the condom on his tip and rolled it down.  

But Eunwoo was thick and long, so the condom kept slipping to the side.  

“Yujin…”  

“Yeah?”  

Yujin looked up from his member, and Eunwoo smiled languidly.  

He gently rubbed her exposed n*pple, then took the condom and put it on himself.  

“Come here.”  

His hands betrayed a hint of impatience.  

Yujin, caught off guard, turned her back to him and sat on his lap, her face flushing.  

She realized what he was looking at.  

It was the mirror below the bed.

Yujin took a breath.  

In the mirror, Eunwoo was watching her.  

As he slowly parted her pale legs, her wetness was revealed, and below, his firm *rection stood ready.  

Nervous, Yujin looked back at Eunwoo, but he turned her face toward the mirror with a gaze full of desire.  

“We’ve never done it like this before, right?”  

“Huh?”  

Eunwoo lifted her hips and guided himself to her entrance.  

Embarrassed but unable to look away from their reflection, Yujin watched as he slowly entered her.  

She arched her back, gripping his arms tightly as she leaned against him.  

Her br*ast, half-exposed, stood out.  

“Eunwoo, can you undo my bra…?”  

“No. Isn’t this s*xy too?”  

“Huh?”  

Eunwoo kissed her shoulder, then pulled out her other br*ast.  

Yujin stared at her br*asts, pushed together by the bra, feeling embarrassed.  

She thought of all the times they’d made love without taking off their underwear, wondering if she’d looked like this before.  

“Eunwoo…”  

“Yeah. Doing it in front of the mirror… it’s so good.”  

Eunwoo’s wild gaze swept over her body.  

He teased her n*pples with one hand, and with the other, reached between her legs.  

As he rubbed her cl*toris above where he was inside her, Yujin gasped and arched her neck.  

“Yujin, you’re driving me crazy.”  

“Huh?”  

“You’re so beautiful.”  

His husky voice as he licked her neck made her heart tremble again.  

At the same time, his hips began to move.  

It felt different from when they faced each other or when she was on top; the pressure against her stomach made Yujin reach back to hold his neck, gasping.  

“Sl-slowly… okay?”  

“Okay.”  

His answer was gentle, but his movements were strong.  

Yujin clung to him for a while, swaying helplessly, and when she looked at the mirror again, she felt her whole body flush.  

She didn’t know how long she’d been watching, but her eyes met Eunwoo’s in the mirror, and he stood up, holding her lower belly, moving toward the mirror.  

He made her hold onto the vanity, then leaned over her from behind, thrusting more vigorously than before.  

“Ah…!”  

Yujin, watching her br*asts and Eunwoo’s sweat running down her shoulder, could barely catch her breath.  

The friction at her entrance sent waves of pleasure through her.  

And then—

Ding-dong—  

Bang!  

The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed from downstairs.  

The voices of the two, which had been unrestrained, stopped abruptly, and their movements froze.  

“Yujin! I’m home! Are you asleep? Did our Go Son-in-law leave safely?”  

From downstairs, Bangsook’s voice rang out, sounding even more tipsy than before.  

Panicked, Yujin hurriedly pushed Eunwoo away and closed the door.  

She hadn’t expected this, and her mind raced.  

“W-what do we do…? Wait, clothes…! Clothes first!”  

Yujin quickly tucked her exposed br*ast back into her bra and grabbed her pants and shirt.  

Eunwoo, looking just as flustered, gathered his clothes from around the room and dressed.  

“Wait here, I’ll go check on Mom.”  

Yujin left Eunwoo and went downstairs.  

She saw Bangsook sprawled out on the living room sofa.  

“Mom, are you asleep? Mom, go sleep in your room!”

“Hey! I’m Go Son-in-law’s mother-in-law, mother-in-law! None of you have such an outstanding son-in-law, do you? Hey! And that’s not all! It’s all because our Yujin is so capable that she managed to catch such an amazing guy! Got it?”  

As Bangsook rambled on, she turned away, brushing off Yujin’s arm as if annoyed by her daughter’s prodding.  

“Mom…! Ah…! Seriously! I told you, just go sleep in your room!”  

After Yujin urged her a few more times, Bangsook, annoyed, staggered up and went into the master bedroom, slamming the door shut.  

“Ugh… really, thank goodness Dad isn’t here. If he knew, he’d be nagging nonstop.”  

Still, since it was rare for Bangsook to drink this much, Yujin pressed her hand over her pounding heart and went upstairs.  

When she peeked into her room, Eunwoo was already fully dressed, sitting on the bed.  

“Mom… she was drunk, so I put her to bed. What time is it now? Should you… go?”  

Standing awkwardly by the door, Yujin spoke, and Eunwoo smiled, got up, and pulled her inside by the arm.  

Yujin’s eyes widened in surprise.  

“Mom’s still downstairs…! Don’t…!”  

“I won’t.”  

“What?”  

Eunwoo pulled her to sit on the bed and closed the door as he approached.  

“It’s just… I feel a bit disappointed.”  

“Huh?”  

“Are you okay? You’re not even wearing panties. Didn’t your pants get wet?”  

“What?”  

Suddenly, Eunwoo waved a pair of yellow panties in his hand, and only then did Yujin realize she wasn’t wearing anything under her pants. She panicked.  

Once she came to her senses, she felt how uncomfortably slick it was between her legs.  

Her face flushed bright red as she snatched her panties from Eunwoo’s hand and tried to head to the bathroom, opening the door.  

But Eunwoo closed it again.  

Yujin looked up at him with wide eyes, only to feel Eunwoo hug her from behind and slip his hand into her pants.  

“W-what are you doing…!”  

“Let me help.”  

“Help? Help with wha—hnng!”  

With no underwear in the way, his hand slid smoothly between her legs, gently stroking her entrance.  

“Ah…!”  

Her knees weakened, and she nearly collapsed, but Eunwoo supported her waist with his other hand, pressing her hips against his.  

“I’m not going to do anything. But… I want to see the end.”  

“Huh?”  

Yujin gasped for breath.  

Honestly, she could barely understand what he was saying—her mind was hazy.  

All she knew was that, just as he said, so much arousal had spilled out that her pants were getting wet because of his delicate, beautiful fingers.  

All she could feel was her hips being sensually rubbed against him.  

After a while of being teased by his fingers, Yujin squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her legs, tightening around his hand. Finally, Eunwoo’s fingers slipped out from her entrance.  

He playfully pressed and rubbed her cl*toris before pulling his hand away, his index and middle fingers glistening with moisture.  

“…Haa, haa…!”  

Yujin, her face burning, covered it with both hands as she saw Eunwoo smiling at her with satisfaction.  

How could she be so embarrassed?  

She never knew there were so many ways for a man and woman to share such pleasure.  

No, she knew, but she’d never thought it could actually be like this.  

“How do you want to be proposed to?”  

“Huh?”  

Through her fingers, Yujin looked at Eunwoo.  

“I’ll propose properly. I want to get married. By next year at the latest.”  

Yujin opened her mouth to reply but just ended up smiling, her face full of happiness.  

“I don’t want anything grand. Just a nice meal, a ring, and you. That’s enough for me.”  

“Isn’t that too simple?”  

“What’s wrong with simple? That’s what I like.”  

“…Alright.”  

Eunwoo nodded at her words and kissed her forehead gently.  

“I want to see your face every morning and evening.”  

“Me too.”  

Yujin agreed, her cheeks glowing.  

***

Four days later.  

Yujin stood, a bit tense, staring at the tightly closed arrival gate.  

“Relax. It’s not like you two are strangers.”  

“It’s because we’re not strangers that I’m even more nervous.”  

Eunwoo tried to ease Yujin’s tension, but nothing he said worked—her face was stiffer than usual.  

Today was the day Professor Go Kyungdong, Eunwoo’s father, was returning to Korea.  

Actually, he’d planned to return two months earlier, but Professor Go’s departure had been delayed because people kept asking him to stay at his medical volunteer post.  

“There’s no direct flight, so he had to transfer several times, right? Maybe we should’ve picked a lighter restaurant instead of chicken stew. What if he finds it too heavy?”  

“Dad said he wanted chicken stew. It’s fine.”  

“Really? That’s a relief.”  

Yujin checked her reflection in her phone one more time, then turned her eyes to the arrival gate as people started pouring out.  

Not long after, Eunwoo, who had been leaning against the railing, straightened up.  

Thinking Professor Go had arrived, Yujin craned her neck and looked around.  

Then, a tanned middle-aged man stopped when he saw them, bowed his head awkwardly, then looked up and raised his hand in an awkward wave.  

Yujin’s mouth fell open. For a moment, memories from the past rushed in.  

He was the one who’d come to her hospital room every day, asking about her condition, checking her wounds, and sitting with her for at least thirty minutes each time.  

He had more wrinkles and looked more weathered now, but she recognized him instantly.  

That doctor from back then!  

Sure of it, Yujin looked up at Eunwoo.  

Eunwoo, too, looked at the man with a complicated expression, but a slight smile on his lips.