Please Shoot Me - 4 (R-19)

‘What the hell…’

Ryung squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, wondering if he was seeing a mirage. The shape of her lips was erotic, the slow flutter of her eyelids beckoning him to come closer, and when he was sure it wasn’t a dream, he wondered if he was misreading her intentions.

Slowly raising his upper body, Ryung counted the empty bottles on the table. Three bottles, which was well beyond her usual consumption. Before he knew it, it was past midnight, and only a few people remained in the ballroom.

‘We stayed quite late.’

She was still slumped over the table, staring at him. Ryung coughed and rubbed the back of his neck where her gaze seemed to burn. He thought she was too accommodating. She usually doesn’t look at him, but she honestly answered his questions, and talked about her family…

He wondered if it was because she was eating well and he poured her a lot of alcohol. No. She normally would have refused so many drinks, but the guilt she must have felt about the dog was more painful than he thought.

“Sunbae, you’re very drunk. Let’s get up. I’ll take you to your room.”

“Am I drunk?”

She repeated back, her breathy laughter mingling with his. Ryung sighed, patting his chest to calm himself down.

“Yeah, I guess this is what makes you so cute, and you’re still flirting with me…”

His fingers touched his lips and met her dazed eyes. There was a haze of drunkenness in her normally bright eyes. She looked unusually vulnerable, stirring a part of him he hadn’t realized was there.

“Makes me want you now…”

After muttering to himself, Ryung harshly slapped his own cheeks. After being killed with pity, he jumped to his feet.

“Can you get up? Do you need me to pick you up and carry you?”

“No, I can get up. I’m not drunk,” she whimpered, lazily rising to her own feet with his support.

The dreamy quality of her voice told him that she was drunk. Looking down at her wobbly legs, he slipped his arm beneath her and scooped her up in one swift motion.

Yuyeon didn’t seem surprised by the sudden change. This was the time when she should have slapped him for what he was doing.

“I’m not drunk…”

Ryung bit his lips as he glanced down at her gently laying in his arms. His conscience pricked at the thought of taking advantage of his drunken opponent. He rationalized that he was just covering for his drunken boss and left the ballroom in a hurry.

*.*.*.*.*

His footsteps echoed in the hallway as he headed back to the dormitory late at night. Stopping in front of room 301, he gently shook Yuyeon in his arms.

“Sunbae, we’re here. Fingerprints.”

“Yes.”

She lifted her outstretched arm and placed it in the center of the door, which swung open with a mechanical sound. The scent of her wafting through the room made him stiffen before he could even enter, making him momentarily disoriented.

“Bed…”

Yuyeon, who was lying in a daze, pointed her finger at the bed. It was an order to put her down there. He held his breath and took a step. The doorway that swallowed both of them closed of its own accord.

It was a daunting moment, entering a room he’d always lurked outside of, but he didn’t have time to look around, too busy carrying out the command to put her on the bed. His brain had taken hold of his snarling instincts and blocked out all other thoughts.

As he bent to set her down, he could feel her body heat, higher than usual, pressed against his own.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let her settle onto the plush bed. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, afraid of the fall. A quiet room, a bed, the girl he liked…

‘I depend on Amitabha and the Bodhisattva of Great Compassion to guide me…’

Recalling Buddha’s words, Ryung swallowed hard and looked down at her.

“Sunbae, you can let go…”

Those words barely came out and nearly crumbled on the tip of his tongue.

It had been so sudden. A white face filled his vision, followed by a soft breath. As the sweetness of it stung his nose, his whole body stiffened at the soft, warm touch of her lips.

His mind went blank as the soft mass pressed harder and harder against his lips. He couldn’t understand what was happening or how it was happening.

A tongue darted between his lips, pushing against his clenched teeth, trying to force them open. A wet, damp sensation washed over him, making the hairs on his body stand up.

‘What the f*ck…’

He slightly pushed her away, but her slender arms tightened around his neck.

“Mouth, open.”

“Hah, Yuyeon… Sleep, hah…”

He tried to get a grip on the situation, but before he could, their lips met again, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. Her tongue swam in his mouth, tangling with his own.

His body heated up and he began to shiver as he realized the sensation was a kiss, but Yuyeon was unperturbed by Ryung’s pathetic reaction and continued to wet his mouth. The saliva flowed from their interlocked lips and was so dizzyingly sweet that it made her hair stand on end.

‘Is this really okay?’

The quiet voice in his head asked, but it was too low to hear over the occasional bewitching breath. Sensing danger from his throbbing c*ck, Ryung pushed Yuyeon away and pulled his lips from hers.

Her face, smeared with saliva down her chin, was dazed, like someone about to fall asleep. He glared at her, exhaling hot breaths like a man with a fever.

“We’re either going to go all the way, or you’re going to say no, now, and fast.”

“…”

“Once I start, you can’t stop me.”

His voice was barely a warning, and she stared into his eyes without answering, then pressed her lips against his. His heart thudded as her red, plump lips moved closer. There was no man in the world who could push the woman they liked away when they were coming onto them.

‘Yeah, this isn’t my fault.’

His shallow conscience was shattered the moment the instinct that had been churning in his gut found a voice. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against her own and muttered.

“I don’t know, I’m… drunk.”

When their lips met again, the place where their tongues entangled was inside her mouth, and the initiative shifted to him. He wanted to taste more, to swallow her whole, lips and tongue and all, and he doggedly pursued her fleeing tongue, overwhelmed by his aggression. He swallowed every inch of Yuyeon, taking different angles as if he were a vulture.

His tongue teasing intensified as instinct took over, and a fresh trickle of saliva dripped from their entangled lips. His hands, trembling with impatience and excitement, traced the shape of her slender shoulders, collarbones, and full br*asts. The sensitivity of his fingertips, a million times more acute than usual, allowed him to picture the graceful curves in his mind without seeing them.

As he squeezed her br*asts against the rough, stiff fabric of her uniform, she let out a breath, louder than he had ever heard before, and her voice was soft.

“Hmph…”

Ryung’s c*ck was already erect from the assault on his senses by Yuyeon. His vision was badly distorted by his boiling need, his mind too foggy to think, and both his brain and body were overheated to the point of melting.

His breath caught in his throat as he sought her lips, ready to bury her in the bed. He unbuttoned Yuyeon’s uniform, trying to control the tremors in his hands as best he could. He dug his fingers into the open front, shuddering at the softness, and lowered his gaze.

The only clothing inside the open uniform was a light blue bra that hugged her rounded chest. He couldn’t believe it, but she was actually bare under her uniform…

“Hah… Are you crazy?”

As he realized that the white peeking through the open buttons was not a white tee, but her skin, memories of the days he scolded himself for being so vicious flashed through his mind, and a pang of resentment rose in his stomach.

He buried his face in the nape of her neck and inhaled her scent.

“Who the hell do you think you’re trying to seduce… I can see it. Your br*asts are making the buttons pop. You shouldn’t be out amongst the boys and smelling so sweet, for Christ’s sake.”

“More… Please…”

She was even more drunk now, and her pronunciation was slurred.

“You’re so f*cking cute…”

He buried his face in her collarbone and murmured, almost sobbing.

“You’re so defenseless, it turns guys like me on. I’ve been fantasizing about your body under this uniform for so long… and I’m afraid the other guys have too.”

He brushed his lips along the smooth line of her neck, and she flinched as he licked.

“You’re letting me do this, aren’t you?”

“Yes?” She replied, unsure if she was supposed to answer.

He cupped her cheeks in his hands and locked eyes with her. Her misty eyes seemed to be a blur to him. He wasn’t sure if Yuyeon was even aware it was Ryung.

“Because I’m special to you… At least more special than the others.”

He wanted to believe that, but Yuyeon never gave anyone room to doubt. Since she was his crush, he was looking for even the slightest sign. This time, she didn’t answer. Instead, her lower half twitched, as if ashamed of his gaze. If nothing else, it was true that she was lonely.

“Okay, okay…”

One by one, he stamped his lips on her forehead and eyelids, then slid down to bury his face in her chest. There was a small pearl in the center of her lacy bra. It was a cute piece that hadn’t appeared in any of his fantasies, reminding him that this moment was real. Reality is so unexpected, so unimaginably stimulating.

To the sound of his pounding heart, one stiff finger traced a small circle on the hill. Then, as if by mistake, he hesitated and slipped inside her bra. The clothing was tugged away, revealing a pink n*pple. Mesmerized by the lascivious color, he pressed on it and immediately heard her voice.

“Ahhh… It tickles…”

She winced as the purpose of his movements became clear. Her means caressed his eardrums, and the feel of the tiny bit of flesh against his fingertips sent a prickling sensation through her body. Closing his eyes once more, he groaned as he pressed his lower half against her thighs.

“Hah… sh*t, I masturbated yesterday…”

Before he could do anything else, his c*ck was already erect.

Kofi