#yeoreum

“I can see that.”

You try to ignore the passersby who are shooting you two sideways glances—you are typically better at doing so, but ordinarily, you only have yourself to consider. Now, with this other person catching the weirded-out looks normally directed your way, you start feeling guilty.

“I’m Yeoreum by the way, but you can call me Summer if you’d like.”

“So you’re ‘Summer’ either way, huh?”

You can see her face light up at that. “Oh! You know Korean?”

“Enough to know that ‘yeoreum’ is ‘summer’.”

Yeoreum is now positively beaming at you. For someone named ‘Summer’, Yeoreum certainly lives up to that word. Her smile is like the sun: radiant, warm, beautiful.

“That’s so cool! Do you have a Korean girlfriend or something?”

Hm, that’s a strange thing to extrapolate from what you said. “No, I watched this Korean drama a few years ago and thought the language looked funny so I studied it by myself for a few years.”

Yeoreum laughed at that. “Oh, really? I guess it does sort of look funny. Can I try to guess your name? Do you have a Korean one?” You shake your head. “Oh! Can I give you one?”

You are used to the one making people scratch their heads, so to be the one scratching your head is … a bizarre experience. So, this is how it feels, huh?

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Hm … well, it’s a really nice day outside, and I’m assuming you’re taking a nap on the Walkway because of that, so what about ‘Haechan’?”

“’Sun’ and ‘bright’?”

“Yeah! Together, it can mean something like ‘the warmth of the sun’ or something, right? Since you seem to like it so much.”

Yeoreum’s expression is so radiant and energetic, her eyes so full of life and expectation, that you find that you can’t respond any other way than, “Yeah. I love it.”

Haechan … is Yeoreum gaslighting you with the excitement in her eyes and the giddiness in her voice? Because the more you repeat it in your mind, the more you find yourself liking the sound of that name. But, realistically, who wouldn’t love the name bequeathed by such a vibrant, sunny girl?

“Yay! Then, we’re ‘Summer’ and ‘the warmth of the sun’, huh?” Even after you part ways, Yeoreum’s beaming visage stays fresh in your mind.

--

“What? ‘Haechan’?”

“Yeah. ‘The warmth of the sun’, right?”

Your Korean friend, Alex, laughs. “Right. ‘Sun’ and ‘bright’. But, why do you randomly want me to call you that from now on?”

“Someone gave it to me.”

“Who? A friend?”

“Nope, met her earlier today.”

Alex bursts out laughing. “What? Love at first sight? Is—” you shoot him a look, so he quickly corrects course, “Haechan, The Unshakeable, finally whipped for some girl?”

“Not some girl; her name’s Yeoreum.”

“Oh, that’s cute: ‘Summer’, sharing some similarities with that name.”

You nod. “Right? She looked so excited to give me the name, too. I mean, could I have really said ‘no’?”

“Pfft.” Alex turns back to his laptop. “Yes, you very well could have. Unless you instantly fell in love with her. What, did she, like, compliment that beanie you’re wearing despite it being spring or something?”

“Well, she did do that, but no. I was napping on the lawn on the Walkway—”

“—as you do—”

“—as you do, and when I woke up, she was laying down right next to me.”

“Woow. A true match made in heaven.”

“A true match in a match box.”

“…What?”

“What?”

Alex, your friend of two years, directs an utterly baffled expression at you. “What—…that doesn’t even … make sense? A match box?”

“Yeah. You know, a box with a bunch of matches.”

“But those matches aren’t…” Alex just sighs. “Right. Never mind.

Seeing Alex’s baffled expression, you breathe a sigh of relief. All’s right with the world.

--

Except, the next time you see Yeoreum, it’s her who’s napping on the Walkway, and when you try to sneak up on her, it turns out, she isn’t napping. Yeoreum springs up, letting loose an adorable growl and grabbing your shoulders with her cute little hands.

“Hi again, Yeoreum.”

“Aw, I didn’t get you?”

“It does look like you got me.”

“But you weren’t scared!”

“Oh no, I definitely peed myself a little.”

Yeoreum giggles at that. “Ew!”

You guffaw at her. “What do you mean ‘ew’? It’s your fault!”

Yeoreum’s giggles intensifies. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I was looking forward to seeing your scared expression, too.”

You can’t help but smile at the slight pout that forms from Yeoreum’s lips. But, “Were you really waiting here for me to try and scare me?”

“Yep!”

“I…” it isn’t often you’re left speechless, but Yeoreum somehow manages to do that effortlessly. “…what if I don’t show up? What if I got sick or something?”

“Well, one of these days, you’re bound to see me here, right?”

“And how did you know it was me?”

“I didn’t.” There it is again. Yeoreum is taking you out for a loop again, pulling you out of your natural comfort zone. “I was just really hoping it was you, and I was right!”

“Hm…”

“What time is it right now?”

You pull out your phone. “Almost 3.”

“Oh, perfect. There’s this bakery my friend was telling me about that’s just off campus, do you wanna tag along?”

“I guess that makes sense, preparing yourself by cooking yourself in the sun before going to a bakery to get some pastries cooked in an oven.”

“Well, no, it wouldn’t have been enough because I don’t have any sugar to make pastries.”

“Am I not sweet enough?”

“Well, it would have to be me who would need to be sweet, right?”

“Then I’ll share some with you.”

Yeoreum giggles. “Well, I appreciate that! Shall we get going?”

“…Was that a conversation I just heard?”

The two of you turn to see another woman, also breathtakingly beautiful and standing a few inches shorter. “See Luda, Haechan gets me. It turns out, I’m not crazy.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you are. Any normal person wouldn’t have been able to follow that conversation. Heck, I wasn’t able to follow that conversation, and I’ve been your friend for how many years?”

Yeoreum sticks out her tongue at her friend. “You aren’t invited to tag along to the bakery then.”

Luda just ends up smiling. “I wouldn’t want to intrude anyway. Have fun on your date, and thanks for taking Yeoreum off my hands, Haechan.”

“She is fun-sized, isn’t she?”

Luda blinks. “What?”

“Taking me off your hands, as in putting me in someone’s hands, which would then mean that I would need to be small, therefore ‘fun-sized’.”

Yeoreum seems to be the one person who can catch you off guard. But, as you’re experiencing first-hand, this also means that Yeoreum is the one person who can understand your thought processes—and while it is fun to see people scratch their heads in confusion and stammer as they try to tell you that you aren’t making any sense only to realize that there is a logic behind the words coming out of your mouth, having someone who can follow your train of thought is refreshing. You reveled in the fact that you were an enigma to everyone you’ve ever met, but Yeoreum makes you feel understood, perhaps for the first time in your entire life. And that isn’t a terrible feeling either. “Exactly.”

Luda guffaws at you. “Wha—I—that doesn—right, sorry. You two are a match made in heaven.”

“A match made in a match box.”

“That’s what I told my friend earlier!”

“I’m not going to pretend to understand. See you later, Yeoreum!”

Yeoreum beams at her friend as she walks away. “See you when I see you!” You catch yourself enamored by her smile, and when she turns back to you, she has to snap you out of it. “What’s up?”

“Sorry. I love your smile. It suits your name very well.”

“Oh!” You aren’t sure if it’s just the warm weather or a glint in your eye, but you swear you can see her cheeks redden. “Aw, thanks! Shall we?”

The bakery ends up being too crowded to eat at, so Yeoreum invites you back to her apartment to feast on the pastries you two just picked up. “You can leave your shoes there. Do you want slippers?”

“Are there—oh, I don’t think those will fit me.”

“Oh. Um…”

“It’s ok, I’m fine.”

While not exactly tidy, the apartment is homely: a light jacket draped over a chair in the dining room here, a pair of sweatpants strewn over a sofa in the living room there. From the sparing glance you take, the kitchen is a bit more cluttered: bottles of various sauces, a cute little rack holding stylized spice containers, a water filter sitting to the left of the sink with a towel draped around it, and an Animal Crossing themed napkin holder sitting in the middle of the dining table. Attached to the fridge is a calendar filled with various scribbles and reminders that you don’t take too close a look at, for fear of seeming nosy, and follow Yeoreum to the living room.

“What’d you get?”

“Key lime pie.”

“Ooh, yeah. The kind of green key lime pies are always look tasty, don’t they?”

“It sorta looks like the grass you see on professional golf courses.”

“I wonder how comfy those are to nap on.”

“For someone with such beautiful, porcelain skin, you seem to like napping out in the sun quite a bit.”

Yeoreum giggles at that. “Do you want to guess how much I spend on sunscreen every year?”

“Um…” should you lowball the estimate to be polite or tell her your actual guess? “…maybe, like, $100?”

“Nothing!” Huh … that’s the one answer you didn’t expect. “My mom works for a beauty products company, so she’s sends me free samples of various products, including sunscreen, a lot.”

“Oh, that explains it.”

“Hm?”

“Part of the payment for modeling for them is the products that you model for, right?”

This time, Yeoreum’s laugh is fuller, a magical, musical twinkling sound that inadvertently curls the corner of your lips into a smile. “What are you saying? I don’t model for them.” This time, you can more clearly see the redness spreading to her cheeks.

“Oh really? That’s a shame.”

“I could never do something like that. It feels like it would be embarrassing having so many people looking at me so expectantly and doing all those poses.”

For the first time, it feels like it’s Yeoreum who’s on the backfoot, and you want to capitalize on this opportunity to the max. “Oh, I’m sure you could get used to it.”

“Are you secretly a recruiting agent sent by my mom?” Yeoreum’s continued laughter is widening your smile second by second. “She’s been trying to get me to model for her company for like, 2 years now.”

“Well, your mom has a good eye.”

“Is this how you get all the girls?”

You gasp dramatically. “Accusing me of being a kidnapper? Not a very smart move, inviting someone like me into your apartment.”

“Then, has it ever occurred to you that I’m into that?”

“Well, then I’d say that’s a dangerous kink for someone as pretty as you.”

“Oh, suddenly Mr. Kidnapper is shy?”

“Who’s the shy one here? Are your cheeks turning red?”

Yeoreum turns away from you. “Never mind that, what kind of bread did you get there?”

“Hm? Oh, melon bread.”

“Woow, so booring.”

You laugh. “What? It’s good!”

“Their new products. Did you see them?” You shake your head. “Cream pies. I’ve also been craving cream pies recently, and they happened to be stocking them, too. I looove cream pies.”

Yeoreum either has a very solid poker face or she genuinely doesn’t catch the double entendre. But, you’ve only known her for not even an entire week, so you don’t want to come strong off the gate and come across as off-puttingly forward. “Oh, I don’t think I saw them.” You match her poker face with equal aplomb. You aren’t ready to relinquish control of things quite yet.

“What do you think about cream pies?” OK, there is no way Yeoreum doesn’t know what she’s doing.

“I can’t say I’ve ever had the chance to experience it. Maybe next time, I’ll try it out.”

“Or, how about now?”

As long as she continues to humor you, you decide to do the same to her. “Now?” Yeoreum is smiling at you, and you start to feel your control of the conversation start to slip away. “You want to walk back there now?” You put your hands on your knees, starting the motion of getting up, but are stopped by Yeoreum, who guides you back onto the sofa by pulling at your arm.

“No need.” Actually, maybe you never had control of it. “We can get our creampies here.” Maybe, you’re dancing in the palm of Yeoreum’s hands.

“Oh? How?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

But, if there is anyone’s palm whose hand you’d dance on, it’s Yeoreum’s.

“Or, here’s a better idea: why don’t I show you?”

In two steps, you close the distance between yourself and Yeoreum, and as she lets out a surprised yelp, you kneel down and secure your arms around Yeoreum’s small frame.

“Oh my—!” Yeoreum’s yelp turns into a squeal, her arms looping around your neck as you take a brief second to stabilize yourself before lifting her up. “—gosh!” Thankfully, the layout of the apartment is fairly linear, and the door to her bedroom is marked with her name. When you make it inside her bedroom, you slam the door shut with your feet and then dump her onto her bed.

She looks back up at you, a sly smile playing at her lips. You take a moment to appreciate her beauty, but are soon interrupted by her feet, dangling off the side of the bed and tapping at the backsides of your legs.

“Carrying me to my bed and throwing me onto it, I thought you were gonna show me something…?”

“Impatient?”

“Call me ‘excited’.”

“I thought your name was ‘Summer’.”

Yeoreum grins. “Then, it’s my middle name.”

“Well then, Ms. Summer ‘Excited’…”

“Lee.”

“Ms. Summer ‘Excited’ Lee, why don’t I reward your excitement?” The smile on Yeoreum’s face quickly twists into an expression equally shocked and aroused when your hand dives under her skirt to cup her damp heat. “So wet.”

“Well, it is typhoon season.”

“Hm, then how about this?”

Yeoreum lets out another, frankly adorable, sound that lay somewhere between a yelp and a moan when your middle finger presses against her clothed slit. “Ooh, gosh…”

The breath that Yeoreum lets out is shaky, but it still somehow doesn’t feel like you’re in control. As your finger rubs that hot, damp area, you can’t help but feel that Yeoreum is somehow guiding your wrist, using your fingers to pleasure herself. But frankly, you’re perfectly fine with it, because listening to her moan, seeing her beautiful features contort and twist with various expression of ecstasy, feeling her lithe body shuddering and tensing at your touch is giving you as much, if not more, pleasure than what she’s experiencing. You can feel the tension in your nether regions worsen, and as much as you try to ignore it, pushes to the forefront of your mind.

And, if only to further reinforce the idea that Yeoreum is the one in control, she’s the one who says, “I thought you were going to show me something.”

“I am,” you tell her, “And it’s just about ready to be shown.” Her attention drifts south, but when she sees that you aren’t making any efforts to fulfill your promise, her eyes dart back up to yours. “But who’s to say that you deserve it yet?”

A smile flickers at Yeoreum’s lips, and just like that, she hands the reigns of control over to you. “Then, shall I?” Or so it seems. But as she pushes you off her, directs you to lay on her bed, and mounts you, the way she looks at you and slowly, teasingly plays at the hem of her shirt that you’re somehow only now noticing is doing a magnificent job at emphasizing the soft curves of her body, you’re beginning to think that maybe it’s all in your head. “Do you want to bet if I have a bra on right now?”

“What a naughty girl, going out in public without a bra on?!” Your voice, your facial expressions, overplay the shock you are actually feeling towards that question.

“Well, then you’ll be disappointed to learn that I do, in fact, have one on.” However, when she throws her shirt over her head, your eyes tell you a different story. “Oh! Whoops, I guess I forgot, I don’t have one on.”

It’s definitely all in your head. Even when Yeoreum seems to be giving you control over things, she always reveals herself as the one pulling the strings in the shadows. But do you care? No, not in the slightest. Life is always more fun if you can’t predict what’ll happen next.

“They’re quite pretty.”

Yeoreum follows your eyes, looking down at her own boobs. “Are they?”

You nod. “May I?” Yeoreum intercepts your hands, grabbing both wrists and guiding them onto the object of both of your interests. You can barely hear a gasp from Yeoreum as your hands cup her supple breasts, and another slightly louder one as you feel your palms filling out with its supple texture. “Look. So soft, unblemished, and,” Yeoreum lets out an even louder gasp when your thumb traces her light-brown areola, a set of nearly perfect circles stretching across the gentle curve of her bosom, “these, especially.”

“You like them that much?”

“Don’t you?”

“Hmm. I don’t mind them.”

“They’re perfect. Plus, look how sensitive you are,” to prove your point, you brush your thumb against the hardened teat of her breasts, eliciting a sharp moan from the woman.

“Is-Is that good?”

“It is, to me.” This time, your index finger joins your thumb, lightly rolling the hardened nub between the two digits, earning you a louder, more emphatic moan. “You have such a beautiful voice, and such a beautiful moan, too.”

“Am I earning the right to be shown the thing you have been hinting at?”

“You are.” Your fingers retreat to tracing circles around her areola as you use the rest of your hand to knead the plush flesh. Yeoreum’s moans turn into sighs, her back arching into you. “I love it. How responsive you are.” You can start to feel how antsy she’s getting, but they’re too addicting. Your hands are sinking into her boobs, and every brush against her hardened peaks elicits another soft sigh. The feeling of its velvety texture, the plushness of the skin giving way to your palms and fingers, watching them, and her, reacting so lewdly to your hands in such an expression manner, and hearing that beautiful voice of hers getting deeper and heavier with arousal…

“Am I living up to your expectations?”

“Yeah.”

“Enough that I can see this thing you’ve been meaning to show me?”

“You’re that excited?” With her eyes still closed, Yeoreum nods. “Certainly living up to your middle name, Summer. What do you think?”

“I think … hmm, ah…” The more your fingers trace circles around her areola, teasingly close, inching ever closer but never quite touching it, the more impatient you can feel Yeoreum become until it leaks out into her voice. “… I … oh gosh, please…”

“Hm? Please…?”

“N-No, it’s fine!” Her body tells you another story, though. It tells you, it screams out at you, how desperately it wants you to make contact with that sensitive area on her boobs, but you make sure to pull away just enough every single time.

“So needy.”

Yeoreum doesn’t respond, her breath having deepened to such a point that you can see her chest rising and falling. And, while it’s fun to tease Yeoreum like this, it’s at your own expense as well: the tension in your boxers has only gotten worse, and by now, you feel just as eager to get on with it as she is.

“I think—” but as your hands leave Yeoreum’s boobs, she lets out a whine. When she opens her eyes to meet yours, her lips are drawn into a noticeable pout, but when she sees them heaving for your pants, that look of disappointment immediately subsides. “—I think that you’ve earned it by now.”

“…but…”

Reading the unspoken request in her eyes, you say, “You can do it yourself, can’t you?”

“It doesn’t feel half as good when it’s my hands.”

“Well then, I’ll give you a choice: continue what I was doing, or move on to what’s next?”

“Can’t I have both?”

You feel another smile breaking out on your face. “Can you? Greedy, greedy girl.”

“…but?”

“You’re irresistible, Yeoreum.”

The luminescent, heart-stopping smile proudly displayed on her face tells you her answer to your rhetorical question. But, before you can start taking off your shorts, or even ask her to unmount you, Yeoreum interjects. “Wait!” You look up at her. “Can I?”

Yeoreum, ever the pleasant surprise. “Of course.”

She happily jumps off your lap and kneels over, pausing for a second as if to admire the tent that had grown in your shorts, and begins to pull at the hem of your shorts and boxers. You prop yourself up with your hands and watch as your cock springs free of its constraints, and a blush spreads across Yeoreum’s pale cheeks. “Look at that … so nice…”

“I’m not sure most men would want women to describe their penises that way.”

Yeoreum grins. “Why not? Would you prefer it to be described as mean?”

“In a way, yeah.”

Yeoreum scrunches her face up and lets loose a growl, one that maybe is supposed to sound ‘mean’ or ‘hostile’. “Bad penis. Bad boy.”

All this pent-up lust, but you still find yourself melting at the adorable act Yeoreum is putting on before you. “Mean, not insubordinate.”

“Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson, young man.” You feel your body tense up as Yeoreum grips the base of your shaft, suddenly, with both hands. “So warm, so hard, just for me?”

“Just for you.”

Yeoreum gives your shaft a few experimental jerks, drawing out a bit of precum that she quickly collects with her thumb and index finger. “This too?”

“It’s a precursor for what’s to come.”

She smirks and licks the precum clean off her digits. “For what’s to cum?”

“For someone so eager, you sure are stalling quite a bit.”

“Well, can you blame me? Now that I learned how mean your penis is, I’m a little apprehensive.”

You sit up, startling Yeoreum just long enough to let you grab her by the shoulders and throw her onto her own bed. In the span of a few seconds, the two of you have swapped places, with you on top. “I’ll show you just how mean it can be.”

Yeoreum looks up at you in awe, and with a clear hint of arousal, as she watches you throw your shirt off. “Oh…” is her breathless response to her eyes landing on your decently well-built six-pack.

“I do martial arts.”

“Hmm, I can’t wait…”

“To do martial arts?”

Yeoreum giggles. “For you to use those muscles to destroy me with that,” she corrects you, nodding at your erection.

The lustful eager sentiment morphs into a sharp gasp and a soft moan when your right hand dives under her skirt again, this time applying firmer pressure against her damp slit. It’s only for a moment, though. “Is that so?”

“Return the favor?”

You lean back, tentatively sitting between her legs, and tugging at her skirt until it comes clean off her legs and gets deposited somewhere on the floor. You can see her breath deepening as your fingers curl around the strings of her underwear, and when lands on the floor along with her skirt, you sit back to admire the view.

“Don’t just stare…”

But you can’t help it. The bush sitting between her legs is slightly unkempt, giving the appearance of having been given a few days to regrow, and the stark contrast it serves with the rest of Yeoreum’s milky-smooth, pearly-white legs magnetizing your eyes directly onto it. “Everything about you is so pretty, Yeoreum.”

“Even … that?”

You can tell that Yeoreum is resisting the urge to cover herself, so you decide to give her an additional reason to continue resisting. “Especially this.” You gently part her legs and rub the prickly hair covering her privates. A soft moan, a shudder, a deep breath is all you need to go deeper, to follow your fingers as they land on her wet entrance. When you push her labia apart with your fingers, you can feel something like a whine escaping Yeoreum’s lips, a noise that only makes you more confident and more aroused. “This…” Beneath the stubbles of dark hair, a quivering set of vaginal lips, shimmering in the bright lights of Yeoreum’s bedroom. Something about it keeps your eyes trained on it, in admiration. Every part of Yeoreum: her face, her figure, her voice, her personality, even her boobs and her pussy, all pristine and perfect. “Such a pretty little kitty that you have here, Summer.”

“Don’t … just look.”

The battle between embarrassment and lust is laced in her voice, trembling but also firm. You can tell by looking, too: the more you look, the shinier her pink folds seem to get.

“Well,” you look up to meet her eyes, noticing the deep red hue her cheeks have taken on, “you’ve more than earned it.” You shift yourself up and position yourself at her entrance, one hand guiding your cock while the other is planted on the mattress for balance. “Are you sure about this?” Yeoreum nods. “And no condom, either?”

“…how are we going to make our creampie if you’re wearing a condom?”

The cheeky response is the last thing that leaves Yeoreum’s lips before the sharp gasp that follows when your cock pierces her pussy lips and buries itself inside her sweltering hot hole.

“You rea—haah, god…” the quippy remark disperses from your lips at the feeling of Yeoreum’s pulsating walls massaging your cock, pulling you deeper into her, smothering you with her warmth and wetness.

“Mmm, you feel so good…”

Yeoreum is absolutely flawless. Long, flowing locks sprawled out every which way, every centimeter you advance inside her causing her face to twist in all new kinds of ways, her unblemished, taut, pearly white skin, her chest that gradually heaves with growing intensity, her gently closed eyes, her perfectly trimmed eyebrows, her bright red, luscious lips stretches out into an open, oval shape, you just simply cannot stop looking at her. And now that her pussy is gripping your cock with such vigor, each convulsion goading you deeper, your mind is completely overtaken by her. The way she gently rolls her hips as you push yourself deeper inside her, the way her eyebrows are drawn together, the beautiful sounds of the sighs and moans and leave her parted lips, the gentle arch of her back and how she throws her head back with every thrust, she’s simply magnetic. Every part of her so seamlessly, effortlessly pulls you in, sucks you in, and you feel utterly powerless to do anything but let yourself get taken by her.

“Gosh … it’s … it’s so warm, so hard, inside me.”

As you rock your hips back and forth, you can feel Yeoreum’s legs slowly start to find their way around your waist and wrap around them. With each movement, every passing moment, the connection between you and Yeoreum deepens. It feels like your bodies are melting together, the warmth exchanged between both bodies intertwining with each other, her hips rising to meet your thrusts as you delve into the deepest, most private and intimate parts of her, legs at first following the back-and-forth motion but eventually pulling at you, directing you to delve deeper still. Your hands find their way onto her breasts, and when they do, Yeoreum lets out another sharp gasp. Her eyes open, petite hands tightly gripping the bedsheets as she looks at you, at the way your hands massage her chest and how you take delicate care to avoid her areola. The heat, the intense pressure, the wetness, contrasting soft, velvety sensation against your fingers and against your palms, you can feel yourself falling, falling, falling into Yeoreum. Every time you let the plush, elastic flesh roll between your hands, every time Yeoreum lets out a soft sigh in response, every time you hit the limits of her body and a shiver overcomes Yeoreum at the sensation of being completely and utterly full, you sink deeper. Deeper and deeper still, Yeoreum drags you. And you offer no resistance.

“You like my boobs that much?”

“I like everything about you.”

“I-I don’t believe you.”

“Why’s that?”

You know why, but you want to hear her say it. And, given the circumstances, you aren’t surprised when she doesn’t hold back when she replies, “You’re doing that on purpose. Ignoring my nipples.”

“If I do that…” Even at the thought, you can feel yourself on the verge of being driven into a frenzy. You hold on. Everything, this, it feels too perfect to let go of so quickly. “…then what?”

Yeoreum’s challenging grin gets at you. You’re always one to raise up to a challenge. Especially when it’s this type of challenge, and especially when it’s Yeoreum. “Are you sure you want to find out?”

It’s a challenge you are all too eager to rise to. “Are you?” It’s undeniable at this point: Yeoreum has you wrapped around her pinky finger. But if that’s the case, if it seems you’re helpless but to obey her every whim, then you might as well enjoy it.

“Wait.” You pause, your fingers millimeters from making contact with the hardened nubs. “I … think … I might pass out.”

“Hm?” You let out a chuckle. “Why do you figure?”

“It feels … you feel too good. If I feel any better, I’ll lose my mi—IIND!” You don’t need any more convincing; at the tail end of her sentence, you fingers descend onto the promised land, and the jarring sensation causes Yeoreum’s back to arch well off the mattress.

“Lose that beautiful mind of yours. You can find it tomorrow morning.”

Yeoreum can’t respond, or even hear you. That action, followed by your index finger and thumb gently rolling each hardened teat between each other, occupies her mind so fully that all other senses are rendered inert. With your erection throbbing so deeply inside her, her legs wrapped around your waist, your hands all over her tits, it feels like she’s slowly losing herself. Not just her sanity, her consciousness being lost in the relentless tsunamis of pleasure washing over it, but her own body as well. Your body heat, your sweat, the very essence of your being is being poured into her. With every synchronized movement, the more heat is generated between both of your hot, sweaty bodies, and as you continue to rock your entire length back and forth inside Yeoreum, the more it feels like your bodies are melting together.

“Please … oh, gosh…”

Yeoreum’s voice, perhaps one of the more distinctive aspects of the package that makes Yeoreum, Yeoreum, and one of the things about her that you find the most charming about her, makes this all the more enjoyable. Yeoreum, using that cute, higher-pitched voice, breathless, panting, unable to string together more than three words, but it still enamors you like no other. Your bodies rock against each other in harmony, her voice mixing in with your voice as bits of her honey gets splattered against your lower body, everything that makes each of you two distinct individuals meld together over time.

“You feel so good, Summer.”

“Mmm yes, keep going, keep going!”

Feeling her body moving in perfect sync with yours, it’s as though you’re starting to synchronize even each other’s sensations. Seeing her body jolting a little every time you squeeze her nipple, seeing the ecstasy on her face when her pussy squeezes your cock extra hard—you don’t know how you can tell, but you just can, that Yeoreum is nearing her climax as are you.

“Yeoreum…”

“Haechan!”

That’s all you need to confirm it. You can see it on her face too: her beautiful features twisted in ecstasy, her movements becoming just as erratic as your own, desperate, needy, drunk on desire and drowning in your mutual lust and arousal, each chasing the climax of each party as well as the other.

“Close, so close, please, please…!”

“Yeoreum, god, I’m going to—”

First, it was your minds that were connected. All your life, you in fact prided yourself in knowing that no one seemed to be able to figure you out. But then, here came Yeoreum to shatter that, insert herself into your world, not invading your mind, but by just being herself. Having that connection, for the first time in your life, you realized actually felt nice, and upon learning that she also yearned for the connection, you were relieved. But, maybe, Yeoreum felt the same way. Did she also find relief in you?

“Give it to me! Give me the creampie that I’ve been asking for all this time!”

“Yeoreum, Summer Lee, you’re so beautiful, so sexy, how can I say ‘no’ when you’re begging so nicely?”

The clapping of your groins against each other nearly overpowers the sounds of pleasure escaping both of your lips. “Do it! Make me that creampie inside me!”

And, like the obedient puppet you are, you unleash everything inside her. Yeoreum lets out a squeal, and, upon feeling your fingers twisting at her nipples as your body tightens at the orgasm coming over your body, finds herself unraveling all over you.

“G-Gah, Yeoreum…”

“S-So hot, oh gosh, it’s like an oven inside me…”

Your body spasms, every thrust painting her insides more and more white.

“All the better to make that creampie, huh?”

Yeoreum’s giggles are interrupted by moans and sighs, her orgasm sending pulses of pleasure throughout her tiny, curvaceous body. “W-Well, well, the key to—to making good … nng, gosh … good pastries, is … is—aahn, yees… is heat.”

With each thrust, you can feel your dick pulsating against her hot, sticky walls, unleashing your portion of the ingredients inside Yeoreum’s inferno, and her answering back by drowning your shaft with wave upon wave of her own fluids. You come down from your climax first, but make sure to keep going to ride out Yeoreum’s, and when that fades, you slow to a halt.

“Oh … my gosh…”

“Oh my gosh, indeed…”

You’re hovering above her, faces inches apart, lazily smiling at each other with your cock still buried to the hilt inside Yeoreum’s oven. The two of you spend a minute or two like, that, simply basking in each other’s presence, chests heaving, slowly but steadily recovering from the intense high that both parties experienced.

“Now that we spent so much energy making this creampie … should we go enjoy it now?”

You laugh. “And how do you propose we do that?”

Yeoreum’s hands wrap around the back of your neck, and you, still fatigued, find yourself being pulled into a kiss. The refractory period hitting you doesn’t take away from the amazing feeling of her lips pressing against yours, and after a while, she pulls you away from her lips. “On second thought…”

“…just one isn’t enough, right?”

Yeoreum grins. “We need at least two.”

“One for each of us.”

You aren’t nearly ready for round two yet, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling that warm, tingling sensation in the bottom of your stomach. Connection. Real and true connection. Never before have you felt so understood, never before did you even realize that you wanted to be of one mind with another human being, yet here she was. Here laid Yeoreum, laying completely bare herself to you, unabashedly, unquestioningly, you. Your minds connected, your bodies connected, your hearts connected. And, when Yeoreum’s roommate comes back later that day to find Yeoreum fast asleep on your chest, albeit under the blanket, but still connected to each other, you two share in the laugh that follows from Luda’s yelp that wakes the two of you up.

“Luda, you’re back?”

Luda, who has long since exited the room post-haste, answered from the other side of the closed door. “…Sorry, I thought I gave you two enough time…”

“It’s ok.”

“But … you should clean up.”

“And destroy the creampie Haechan and I worked so hard to make?”

“Wha—” Luda’s voice cracked at the end of that syllable, causing the two of you to burst into another fit of giggles. “—are you on the pill?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh … um, well, sorry for waking you…”

“What do you want to do for dinner?”

“N-Never mind me. I’ll get dinner somewhere outside.” You can hear Luda shifting on the other side of the door, then hear it stop. “Um … congrats…?”

“Thanks!” comes Yeoreum’s chipper reply. Hearing Luda’s pattering footsteps on the other side of the door, and then hearing the front door opening and closing, Yeoreum looks down at you. “Well?”

“On three?”

Yeoreum nods.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!”